disclaimer: I don't own an anime or manga about chicks with big swords that fought monsters. It'd be cool if I did, though.
"Irene the deserter, the Organization has ordered your execution." Rafaela stated as she drew her claymore from it's sheath and held it in front of her. Irene stood calmly before her expressionless. "I've heard you've lost an arm, but it seems you've lost both... That's unfortunate, bad luck for you." Rafaela spoke uncaringly.
An ironic smile tugged at the corners of Irene's lips. "Indeed... After I stopped fighting I thought I had no further use for my dominant arm..." The former number two of the Organization shifted her weight almost uncomfortably. "But I seemed to have forgotten some other... uses... a hand has other than fighting." Irene was actually blushing!
Rafaela faltered the tiniest bit in her stance from shock. What the heck was this lady going on about? "I see no need to listen to the ramblings of someone about to die-"
"Rafaela, I have a favor to ask of you." Irene said, looking off into the distance so she didn't have to look the other warrior in the face.
'She even listening to me?' Rafaela thought to herself, slightly irked. 'Perhaps I should just kill her and get it over with?'
"While being half yoma, we are still basically human. And humans have certain... urges. Needs." Irene was speaking low, as if she was afraid the birds in the sky or the insects in the earth would listen in.
"Urges? Needs?" Rafaela couldn't help repeating. "You'll no longer feel them. My blade is going to-"
"Well, a human weakness has come upon me now. I've been trying to suppress the feeling, but I just can't ignore it anymore." Irene shifted again, pressing her legs together insistently.
Rafaela stared at the other woman, her one eye widening just a fraction. This was so absurd. Her mission was to take this woman out, not standing here gawking! "Shall I put you out of your misery?" Rafaela replied insistently, her tone of voice indicating suppressed impatience.
"Please!" Irene suddenly whirled on the scarred warrior so fast Rafaela took a step back in startlement. "Hurry, take the cursed belts off me! I've no idea why I have so many in the first place." Irene was saying. Her stony face held the faintest tint of humility but her voice was urgent.
"...Are you seriously asking me to do this?" Rafaela, aghast to what she was being asked to do, lowered her claymore a bit. Irene glowered at the current number five.
"It would be appreciated on my part if you made haste. Do as you please afterward, but I will not be killed without relief of this feeling." Irene said gravely, looking at Rafaela expectantly. "No one will know of this favor you grant me."
The one-eyed warrior actually felt heat in her face! She couldn't believe this sort of request was being asked of an executioner. And here she was listening to this craziness! In all of her years..!
"Well?" Irene was starting to fidget even more and a note of desperation was starting to enter her voice, making Rafaela blush even harder.
"Uh.." Rafaela was mentally kicking herself for sounding so undignified. 'What am I doing? Just cut her down!' Face looking much too red for a Claymore's pale complexion, Rafaela looked away as if something else had caught her attention. "Oh! I, uh, feel a yoki!" Rafaela sucked at lieing in the face of this kind of pressure. "I should go attend to it." And with that, Rafaela turned and walked away hurriedly.
She briefly pondered coming back later and killing the former warrior in her sleep. But that went against her honor code as a warrior for the Organization... However the thought of facing the crazy woman again was much too embarrassing! To conserve her pride, she will just tell the Organization otherwise. It wasn't as if Irene was any threat anymore, being without both her arms. Just to any poor soul who stumbled across her!
Irena watched in disappointment as Rafaela disappeared beyond the tree line.
"Well, good news and bad news." Irene spoke softly to herself. "Good news is that I got rid of my would-be killer without a fight. The bad news," she felt the insistent pressure in her lower abdomen in humitiation. "I still have to pee."
A/N- Yeah, it's a bit OOC, but I couldn't help giggling uncontrollably as I wrote this, lol. I'm not even sure if Claymores CAN blush or go to the bathroom? Ah well. The point is that Irene wears tons of belts (?) and has no way to remove them. I think I'll throw in a second chapter of this at some point just cuz I keep having amusing thoughts about armless Irene in the wilderness where no one can watch her. Teehee.