Garo Claymore of Knights
Scene 1: The Silver Eyed Knight and the Silver Eyed Slayer
ESKK: Well here we are a crossover between Garo and Claymore I hope you all enjoy it.
Everyone was gathering around the structure in the town square. It was a platform with hay on it and in the center of it was a stake with a female tied up to it. In front of the platform was a man in a black suit and top had accompanied by what seemed to be woman wielding claymore weapons. "I hope you understand Marie…" The man began as Marie glared at him. "You've become an irregularity further more…" The man said as his black glasses reflected the silver eyes of the woman about to die. "You've broken several of our rules as a Claymore and the Organization can't have a Claymore who could turn into an Awaken Being at a moment's notice." The man said as he looked to Marie as she was the last survivor of the Original Claymore Project.
"Damn you…" She cursed as she glared at him as she then glanced to her pregnant stomach knowing she had to stall somehow but already the contractions were getting closer together.
"Though considering Claymores are called Silver Eyed Witches as of late I figured this punishment was poetic further more… if your hoping your 'lover,' will arrive to save you then hold safety in knowing he won't be escaping anytime soon he's seen too much." He said as the woman glared at her old boss.
"Hypocrite." She growled as she won't lie to herself Marie had nearly became an Awoken Being when she killed those humans, she was able to regain herself before it happened but by then it was already too late. Soon the man pulled forth a torch and on the platform set the torch to the hay and the fire slowly formed around the female.
Many of the Claymores saw this as the one they had once called their ally who was the oldest among them began to burn as they looked away knowing she was doomed to die. The flames started growing before she was seemingly consumed by them. The woman said nothing as her stake began breaking apart but she did move and then…a baby's cry can be heard from within the flames. Everyone was speechless as the cries of the child kept ringing through the air.
In front of the female was a newborn baby, healthy and protected in an orb of energy. They were all startled and confused as the Claymores had never seen any among them bring life into the world when they were best known for taking lives of the Youma they had sworn to fight. Did Marie actually give birth to a baby who if theory holds truth would have all the strengths of a Claymore but never be at risk of becoming an Awakened Being? And if she did and this was not just some sort of illusion of a Youma or their own minds should they kill it now or bring it for their Organization to become a Claymore like their mother.
"Now this is interesting." He said as he knew the higher ups would no doubt be intrigued with an infant born to a Claymore but as he said this and began to picture the limitless potential this infant may have a wolfish snarl was heard well behind the leader. They looked behind to see an armored figure. He had a black bodysuit, with Gold Plated Armor, a broad sword held in his right hand, and an ebony cape flowing behind him. The thing that stood out the most was his helmet, which was modeled after a wolf's head. This was the famous Golden Knight Garo as he glared at the gathered group with topaz colored eyes.
Garo stared at them before readying his blade by grinding it through the mouth of a gothic skull themed ring and charging. He jumped over the Claymores, barely getting a scratch on his faceplate from a stray blade before landing at seemingly charging the black wearing man of the Organization. Garo then easily knocked the man and his arriving guardswoman aside before jumping torts the woman. As He did a portal opened as from it they saw a Golden Horse appeared which he landed on its saddle before they both arrived at the Saddle revealing on his back as an actual Claymore weapon as it was Marie's weapon.
Inside, Garo picked up the baby before tearing a piece of his cape of wrapping the baby in it. He then leaped out of the fire before landing on his horse with the baby in his arm. The horse started galloping through the surprised and frightened crowd. The horse jumped on and galloped through the roofs until Garo directed it towards the lower parts of the large town.
The Claymores all saw this as the Knight rode off with the child in its arms as they saw him make his escape. "That man in the strange armor…was he Marie's ally?" A claymore a blond haired one asked as her long haired was in waves.
"Without a doubt, this man was the one we kept in the dungeons." The man stated before looking at the surprised Claymores. "What are you waiting for? After him!" He ordered as they Claymores were in shock after the whole event. The Claymores regained their calmness before rushing out of the area to find the man.
"Send all the Claymores we have that can ride a horse!" The man ordered as they all went to find the man as that child was too valuable to allow this man to take regardless if he was the father. He cost them their best Claymore it was only fair her gave them the child as compensation.
"But with a baby in his arms, he won't be able to escape." The Claymore with him said as the man nodded to him.
"Yes Teresa now go join the others we cannot let them escape." The man said as Teresa nodded as she looked to her burning ally and saw this wasn't right. Teresa then took her leave to aid in the search knowing that the Organization will hunt those two to the ends of the Earth no doubt to take back their valuable specimen. After all… it's not every day a Claymore brings life into the world as soon the woman began to smile as they all looked.
"Good luck with that." She said with a smile as her eyes were now Topaz colored. "He won't fall so easily…" She said as her body began to change in a grotesque way. "But now that I know he will be safe…" She said as horns began to sprout on her head as wings began to form as all the remaining Claymores were shocked. "I can become this without any regrets or worry." She said as soon she broke through the spike as from it she fell and spread her dragon like wings as she stood up as they all saw this.
This woman Marie was a No. 1 of the Organization and she had become an Awakened Being before their eyes as she was stalling them long enough for her lover to arrive and for herself to give birth to her child. With this she in turn became the fourth Abyssal Being as now with her awakening there were now four Abyssal Beings in the world one for the North, South, West, and East as this woman had taken the form of a black wolf with marks on her face like tears as she then roared out creating a powerful gust with just her roar.
"Heh to go this far for your child…" The man said as he saw this happen before his eyes. "Truly a mother's love holds no bound." He said as he looked to her as they had to leave now. "Even becoming a monster for your child is not a bridge you wouldn't cross.
"Happy Birthday Virgin Marie Divine Mother of the Eastern Lands." He said as Marie then roared in fury intended to keep the Claymores at bay long enough for her child and lover to make their escape.
(Start Opening)
*Insert Divine Flame by Jam Project
You are one who will bring
As the song began young woman with long hair and silver eyes as she was nude yet beautiful before she met a man and kissed him as both were nude. But then the two were being ripped apart as if by fate.
-GAROOOOOO! GAROOOOO! GAROOOOOOO~!-
As the opening began different Knights appeared such as Garo, Gaia, Zoro, and a few Claymores symbols and all before the scene changed as if it was some kind of abstract artwork.
-Moeru gouka no naka umareochita senshi. Seou onore no yami to nikushimi wo-
The screen shows Trevor going from infant to his current age as it shows him wielding the Garoken which he ran through and sliced his way through his foes before spinning around.
-Hitoshirezu chikatta omoi hagane ni nari. Ankoku no me wo karu sono toki-
Shows the Makai Knights Garo, Gaia, and Zoro before it showed them fighting Claymores and two other Makai Knights known as Zex and Zem before Garo met a parody of itself in Kiba as the two shared Silver eyes and Clashed against each other. The screen then showed Garo as his armor came off revealing Trevor as he fell downward torts a sort of abyss.
-Kakenukete yuku atsui nanika ga mi wo kogasu Kono inochi…-
The Claymore appeared before energies went passed her to reveal a Makai Alchemist which then the energy went passed her again to reveal the Watchdog before Zaruba appeared for a moment.
-Hoshii naraba kurete yaruze Ukabu honoo no kokuin ni-
Trevor's claymore appeared before the screen showed second more rusted and demonic Claymore weapon as it then split into two revealing a shadow man holding the Claymore and Trevor holding his own as both gave off an energy of either light or dark as they both stood on cliffs before it was cut off by Trevor charging in.
-Furimuku na! Kirisake! Yami wo tsuranuku made Konjiki no kiba wa uketsugu chi no sadame-
Shows Trevor running as he had the Garoken drawn before showing a young man jumping in with twin soul metal daggers drawn before showing another Makai Knight with his weapon drawn before it showed three figures and a fourth female figure holding a Claymore as energy passed through them each time.
-Kanashimi to setsuna ni nomikomareta tamashii-
The screen showed Trevor before his head went apart to reveal Mary in her Awaken being form as she spread her wings out ready to fight all those who would dare attack her.
-Tada hitori ten he to tsunagu hikari wa GAROOOOO!-
Energy burst out revealing the title of Garo Claymore of Knights as the song ended and in turn the story began.
*End OP
(Start 17 years later)
Men, women, and their children stood gathered around the mutilated body in the middle of the village road. The victim had been split open at the chest and its cavities emptied. Everyone remained standing back from the wide pool of blood that had spread out from the corpse. Even the stray splatters were avoided, as if the blood were now considered poison. Horrified whispers made the air buzz with fear.
"This is the sixth one."
"Damn it! The last one was just three days ago."
"What'll we do? At this rate..."
"Um it's not the sixth one it may be the seventh!" Another called as everyone looked and saw another mutilated corpse as it was strung up and unlike the prior victim this one was clearly attacked by a monster who didn't just settle for the innards but the entire body as these were just left overs.
It was too obvious and painful to state: the village could be wiped out. Picked off one after the other, down to the last child. It was universal knowledge that yoma diet was exclusively humans. Their cruelty and disdain for humans came second to a yoma's voracious hunger for fresh guts. It was an unimaginable way to die, ripped open and feasted on while still squirming, yet the yoma's victims could expect nothing less.
"There's no doubt about it," The men said grimly to each other, "if we don't do something, we're finished!"
Unaware to them a young man walked into the village during this wearing a cloak that hid a regal duster underneath as he also had a hood over his head as he had walked into the village. He saw the corpses on the road and looked at them as his hood shielded his eyes from sight. He also overheard the people discussing what they should do and what has been happening as he knew this was the right place to be. On his back was a Claymore weapon which clearly had been well taken care of and modified in certain aspects as on the pommel was what looked like a red ribbon attached to it as the blade itself was covered in bandages to keep it from being damaged.
But this young man knew exactly what was going on as he could practically smell it in the air and knew if he did not act fast the Yoma in the village and the quarry he had arrived for may both end up long gone.
(Later at the Chiefs house)
The men gathered at the village chief's home, crowding the room with their lean, anxious faces. The air was hot and stuffy but they still dressed in the tunics and long pants of their livelihood. To prevent dirt and sand from working their way under their clothes when digging in the mines, sashes were tied around their ankles and boots and around their waists to insure that their shirts remained tucked into the waistbands of their pants. The sheen of sweat on their skin, along toned arms accustomed to swinging picks and faces that had been browned by years toiled in the sun, could not be attributed to heat alone. Their sweat was cold, distinguishing their fear. "What'll we do, chief? That's the seventh one!"
"If we just sit here and wait, we'll all be butchered! This Yoma is becoming boulder and more frequent."
"They eat your guts while you're still alive!"
Fear gripped their voices. The horror stories of yoma encounters reached villages far more remote than their own. The tales were as countless as they were gruesome. There was no safe haven in the world from the demonic race of yoma. Man's struggle to survive and surmount their role as prey went beyond their recorded history.
One young man, only recently emerged from boyhood, disrupted the rising panic in the room by firmly slamming his hand down on the chief's table with a resounding wham. "So, what are we supposed to do!?" His hazel eyes were bright with frustration. "Once they take human form, it's practically impossible for us to spot them! Are you saying we should just round up suspicious-looking characters!"
The men appeared uneasy at this reminder; human senses were too dull, too primitive, to ascertain yoma from humankind once a monster had assumed the appearance of one of their own. No, they needed the hulking bodies, blazing gold eyes, and sharp teeth characteristic of yoma to tell them who the predator was.
"I can deal with it." Came a new voice as they all looked and saw a young man walk in cloak and all as he walked in.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" The villagers asked as they did not recognized him in the slightest.
"I said I can handle this Yoma." The young man said as he walked in to the crowd of scared villagers.
"What makes you think we need your help?!" The man demanded as he looked to the stranger.
"Because your idiots and fool if you all think there is only one Yoma here." The man said as he then gestured to the door no doubt referring to the corpses of the victims as the man's accusation surprised everyone.
"H-how can you tell?!" A villager asked as the young man looked to them.
"I make it by business to know this stuff and the sixth and seventh victims their method of death are completely different." He said as he looked to them. "The first one the 6th victim only had his intestines and such devoured the 7th or in this case 1st victim was consumed all over." He said bringing this up as they all saw the method of death between both victims were completely different.
"Right now you all have nothing much to lose by the nights end if you allow me the two Yoma will be dealt with swiftly for the right price" He said as a large villagers grabbed the young man by the collar of his cloak.
"You making jokes punk!?" He demanded as he looked to the young man who wasn't scared.
"No my only price is a nights rest with meal if I arrive at an Inn with proof of the quarries defeat that means I got them if not then well like I said right now you got nothing to lose." He said as the stranger made excellent points here.
"Come on Chief he's right why not send him to do this!" Zaki asked no doubt thinking this was a win/win for them the Yoma kills him they get rid of this moron, if not and this guy actually succeeds then they get rid of a Yoma for an excellent price.
"Calm down, Zaki." The Chief said as he knew there was more to this stranger then he let on but would rather not risk it.
Zaki, the young man who had outburst, looked over his shoulder in surprise at the chief. The chief was an old man who had seen many winters. Zaki thought he should have had something to say from the wisdom of long-life before now. But it was only now that he chose to speak. For someone who was the leader of a whole village and was of the eldest generation, the chief had a face that belied his years, although he'd lost his hair on top. But in recent days lines of worry were creasing his face, bracketing his mouth like two weights that would never let him smile until his village had peace again.
"But Chief..." Zaki obviously had a lot more of his opinion to give. But the chief produced a slip of paper and placed it on the table. Zaki's dark eyebrows rose while several men gaze questioningly at the document.
"We received a reply to our letter," The chief said calmly. "It seems they're sending one to our village." Judging by their expressions, the general consensus in the room appeared to be: huh? The chief's face, whose pleasant smile used to show so often before these attacks, darkened. He said with no relish, "A Claymore that is." The resulting gasp of the men was audible, leaving nothing behind but a heavy, suspended silence.
"A... A Claymore?"
"Are you serious?"
"You want to hire one of them?" Tones were mixed with incredulous disbelief, fear and apprehension. Like yoma, tales of Silver-Eyed Witches pass like wildfire over the continent. Not human, Claymore had as much right to their trust as yoma did.
"Yes I'm sorry but we already lost 6 of our own." He said as the stranger looked to them. "But… if this man can truly do what he claims he can do then as he said we have nothing to lose." He said as the young man nodded to the Chief.
"But you still will hire the Claymore then?" The young man asked as he looked to the Chief from under his hood.
The chief's shoulders remained slumped, as if defeated by his own action. "Yes. We have no choice." He responded to their disapproval wearily. To already lose six lives in his village was a terrible burden. The chief had known each one of the victims' names; as their leader, this felt like a personal loss. The father or sons of the six dead were standing in that very room with him. With no sign of the killing coming to an end, what else could be done? Nothing within their own power. The village did not have the leisure of time to debate it. This was the joyless responsibility of the chief to respond accordingly. "They are the only ones who can detect a monster in human form." The chief explained, still in possession of his calm.
"Young man… can you even detect the Yoma?" The chief asked as the hooded figure had actually detected it when he walked into the village as did his small 'friend,' as well.
"I have my ways." The young man said as Zaki was still against this plan.
"But... But Chief, I..." Zaki still wrestled with the prospect but the chief was firm.
"Don't argue with me. I know it will cost us a great deal. But the way things are, the fate of the village is at stake and my apologies young stranger but you seem rather shady." The old man steeple his fingers together and leaned his elbows on the table as if the weight on his shoulders had become heavier. "Either way, it's dangerous. And we can't go on living like this. The sooner we act, the better." Although it pleased no one, not even the chief, everyone had to finally admit that the situation was dire enough to warrant hiring a Silver-Eyed Slayer. The village could not become a banquet for yoma! In this world where humans struggled to exist, each human life was valuable.
"Do not worry I understand but both targets will be dealt with by the sun rise." The young man said as he looked to the chief. "But if I do happen to fail expect a handsome amount of gold and jewels for your village to make up for the payment of a Claymore." He said as that was intriguing if this man truly did have that sort of connection to pay them compensation for failure.
"I'll leave you all to your business I must commence my search." The young man said before taking his leave of them to begin his hunt.
(Outside with the stranger)
"Did you detect the Yoma and the Horror Zaruba?" The stranger asked once he was alone as he looked to his gothic skull ring.
"Yes on the Yoma but not yet on the Horror… Trevor." The ring said as to any normal person this would be shocking with cries of 'witchcraft,' and the like but for Trevor this was a lifelong companion. "It seems the Horror is taking advantage of the fear in the air as well as the fact it is still day light out. This Horror is smart which could prove to be troublesome." Zaruba said as the Madou Ring looked to his master.
"Alright then we hunt the Horror the old fashioned way." Trevor said as they needed to locate the Horror before it starts feeding again.
"That would be wise for now." Zaruba said as they can sense the Yoma in the village and if it knew what was good for it, it better leave now.
(Back with Zaki)
Though Zaki's apprehension showed outwardly, and no less than the other men, the discussion was clearly over. Unease clung to his features, hazing his olive complexion. The seedlings of rumors being muttered by the other men who flowed out of the chief's house and onto the street barely registered.
"A Claymore, eh? They give me the creeps."
"Have you ever seen one?"
"Yeah, once."
"Hey, Zaki!"
Startled from his thoughts, Zaki looked up to see his little brother, Raki, loitering outside the chief's home. Zaki guessed his nosy brother had been there for the duration of the meeting.
"What are they?" Raki blurted, "What's a Claymore?"
Looking into Raki's face was like peering into a mirror that showed you the past, Zaki thought. Both boys had that same olive complexion, disheveled brown hair, lean, wiry bodies and hazel eyes. But Zaki had never earned a scar. That was what disrupted their similarities. Raki's was right beside the right eyebrow, distinct but no longer than his own little finger.
"Raki... were you spying on us?" Zaki pushed aside Raki's question.
"No! I was just passing by. I heard through the window."
Zaki was far from convinced. "Oh, is that so? You'd have to be glued to the chief's window to hear his voice."
"It's true!" Raki insisted, "I was playing behind the house when I heard you all talking. You were pretty loud."
In the pause where Zaki reconsidered if this was the truth, Raki launched his question again. That kid was always too bold for his own good! "So, what's a Claymore?" He persisted, "Could it take down a yoma?"
Zaki huffed in irritation. But he knew his brother wouldn't relent until his curiosity had been sated. So as the brothers began their walk home he divulged, "Yes. Humans created them to fight against the monsters. They belong to an organization called Claymore. They earn a living killing yoma for anyone who'll pay the fee. They're the only humans in the world capable of fighting the creatures."
"But what about that other guy who said he can do it?" Raki asked as he looked to his elder brother.
"Honestly… I don't trust him." Zaki said as he looked to Raki. "He's basically doing it for free if all he's asking if room and board for the night." Zaki said as that guy didn't sit right with him. "I think he's either lying or he's more like those Claymores." Zaki said as he saw the young man was carrying a Claymore on his back possible got it off of a dead Claymore somehow.
"Hmm..." Raki watched the dust rise under his feet as they walked the long, narrow street. "They must be tough." Raki said referring to the Claymores as Zaki was unaware this man takes on more than just Yoma.
"Well... They aren't exactly human." Zaki said as this caused Raki to perk at his words. He hadn't expect his brother to know so much. Or, rather, that there was so much he didn't know about how the world operated. What else was out there, past the mines?
"They've taken the flesh and blood of yoma into their own bodies." Zaki continued, his eyes fixed someplace beyond Doga village. "By making themselves half human and half monster, they're strong enough to fight the creatures."
A bead of sweat clung to his brother's jaw but Raki didn't notice just how nervous Zaki appeared. Raki was preoccupied ingesting these facts, considering that it seemed justifiable why people didn't welcome Claymore. "What? I, I don't believe it. Really?" Raki focused: humans made Claymore. It seemed impossible to do, beyond human reach! Yet Claymores existed.
"What's more," Zaki continued, "after a lot of testing, they've found that only females adapt successfully. They say every male who has tried it died a horrible death."
Their walk had come to a stand-still but neither seemed to either notice, engrossed as each were. "Since Claymores are almost monsters themselves, they can spot disguised yoma with their silver eyes. When Claymores are about to slay a yoma, their eyes shine gold, just like the monsters'. In any case, they're called Silver-Eyed Witches, or Silver-Eyed Slayers."
"She's here!" Voices shouted.
"It's the Claymore! The Silver-Eyed Witch!"
Raki's awed expression was rattled loose. The irresistible urge to follow the others running to the end of the village road claimed him suddenly and with zeal, and he left his brother behind, calling for him to wait.
(At the Village Gate)
It was a beautiful day. Not clear exactly; there were clouds that dragged their shadows along the ground as they scudded across the deep blue sky. Raki sometimes wondered if the sky was anything like the sea, something he only knew as words from the mouths of travelers. The air was humid with mid-summer and baked by the sun. It didn't seem appropriate weather to usher in a half-monster warrior. Something dark and foreboding sounded more appropriate. But there she was. Dressed head to toe in armor and a pale cloak, with a Claymore nearly as tall as she was hanging from her back. A real Claymore! She stood completely still, as if daring anyone to approach her.
Raki wormed his way to the front of the crowd before he was awestruck. She really did have silver eyes. And short, pale hair. Blond, almost. By the name witch you wouldn't think that Claymores could be beautiful. But this one had a beauty that would haunt his dreams.
"She's scary." The crowd murmured.
"So that's a Silver-Eyed Witch. She's just like the rumors say."
"They look frail but they carry huge swords."
"I've heard that people started calling them Claymores after their swords."
As Raki gazed on, he saw that the Claymore didn't deviate from her one spot. She stood there as if letting the gawking village people have their fill of her. It was as if she had expected to be stared at like this. Raki guessed, what with rumors far proceeding them, that this treatment could be normal for a Claymore. Even Raki couldn't help himself; he found himself studying her, taking in her foreign-looking armor. She seemed to be wearing a single skin-tight garment beneath the sabayon and greaves, with fingerless gauntlets and vambraces, shoulder-plates and what Raki could only equate to a pleated form of fauld around her waist. He didn't know how anyone could go up against a yoma without heavier protection than this. And that claymore was a two-handed sword, judging by its long handle and heavy five foot blade. Could she really swing it?
"Is this really a good idea?" Others making up the crowd echoed Raki's doubts aloud.
"How do we know she won't turn on us? She's half monster, after all."
"Why didn't we just go and take the stranger up on his offer why did the chief call for such a...?"
The voices of his neighbors and kinsmen shrank to a buzz. There were only silver eyes.
"We've got no choice. The only one that can spot a yoma in human form is someone who's part yoma. We have to trust her, even if she is a monster."
The Claymore stepped forward. She headed straight for the crowd that still stood at the mouth of the village entrance, both surprising and alarming them. The crowd hastily parted for her, giving the Claymore generous room to pass. No one spoke then. The only sound you could hear were the heavy steps of the Claymore's steel shoes. Still not having uttered a single word, the Claymore went deeper into the village.
"You... You idiot!" One boy had two fistful of his friend's shirt in his hands. "What did you go and say that for? What if she get angry and comes after us?"
The boy who had called the Claymore monster a bit too loudly only fumbled his apology. No one could be too careful. Now there were two monsters in the village.
The Claymore had gone directly to the chief's home.
"Ah... I've been waiting for you." The chief greeted, more apt to speak with the Silver-Eyed Slayer he had leased, though no less nervous than anyone else to be in her presence. "Well, then," He hastened matters, "let's get down to it. You, there!" He instructed a servant, "Get it."
The housekeeper returned with the heavy load of a bag that clinked as she shifted it in her arms. She passed the bag to the chief, who presented it on the table. "H-Here's the money we promised," He tried to smile, "It's all here. Please see for yourself..."
"Not yet." She said cutting him off which confused him.
"Huh?" The Chief asked as he looked to the Silver Eyed Witch.
"After the job is done, someone will be sent to collect the money. You will give it to him then." The Claymore's eyes bore into him. "If I get killed... there'll be no reason to pay."
The chief shivered; it was like she had locked her cold stare onto his very soul. "Oh... I, uh... I... I see..." He stammered, unable to shed an ominous feeling that seemed to emanate from the Witch. He rose out of his chair, his hands leaning on the table. "So then... what happens now? Will it be easy finding it?"
"That depends," The Claymore promptly answered, "If the monster has suppressed its monster aura enough, it'll be hard to detect." She turned to leave. "But don't worry, I'll sniff it out. Eventually, one of us will lie dead somewhere in the village."
"Oh um wait before you do go." He began as he looked to the Claymore stopping her from leaving. "A young man arrived earlier claiming he can locate the Yoma and that there are in fact two Yoma one more then we had first thought." He said as the Claymore looked to him.
"The price remains the same as it always does and I am expected to find if this young man had died?" She asked as the chief nodded. "Very well I'll begin my search for the two." The Claymore said as she took her leave of the chief.
When the door slammed shut behind her, the old man slumped to the floor as if the only thing that had kept him standing was the tension drawn taught by her presence. Alarmed, the servant rushed to his side. "Chief!"
"That took a few years off my life." The chief wheezed.
"Are you all right?" The woman worried, helping him up.
"It was even scarier than I expected," He further uttered, as if he didn't hear, "I thought she'd be more human. But I felt... like I was facing a monster."
(Later in Town)
Standing in the midst of the village the Claymore concentrated on sensing the yoma's aura, acting oblivious to the looks of the villages who ushered their children into the safety of their homes or stared at her outright in fascination and fear. As she walked Doga's few streets, more people disappeared from them, thinking, rightfully, it would be unwise to find themselves in the Witch's way.
The scent of yoma suddenly crashed against her senses and the Claymore's placid silver eyes appeared to soak up the golden sunset; even her pupils altered, losing their humans aspect and becoming slit's instead. Faster than any human could hope to move, the Silver-Eyed Slayer freed the claymore from the sheath between her shoulders and whipped around to confront her foe.
"Agh!" Raki yelled.
The blade sliced the air but came to a full controlled stop before it landed a scratch on the human boy. But it hovered so close to Raki's face that the sword cast a shadow over his eyes, which remained wide and unblinking. Surprise was neatly hidden within the Claymore's own features, her eyes resuming their silver shine.
Raki took a step back. "What was that for?" He whined, hurt by her reaction. "I wasn't doing anything wrong! I was just following you, that's all."
The Claymore's gaze lingered on him while she replaced her claymore in its sheath. Then she wordlessly turned away from him and continued on her hunt.
"H-hey!" Raki called, following after her. That Claymore had a swift stride! "You're a Claymore, aren't you?"
"No." She served up bluntly.
"Huh?" Raki thought if she wasn't then his brother had his facts twisted!
"Our organization has no name. Your people thrust that name upon us."
"Oh... I see."
"Still, I can't believe it." Raki gushed, "You look like an ordinary girl. I guess I thought... you'd be big and scary." Zaki did say Claymore were half-monster after all.
The Claymore paused and turned partway to look down at him. Raki decided she must be taller than Zaki. Himself, he barely came even with her shoulders. But Raki reminded himself that he still had a few years of growing and he had promised himself to get tall!
"You're not afraid of me?" She suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Raki didn't hesitate: "No, not at all. You're just like an ordinary girl." Raki didn't see what the big deal was. Claymore didn't look anything like yoma. "Actually, you're not so ordinary," He corrected himself, a blush heating his cheeks, "You're prettier than the girls around here." He laughed a bit bashfully.
The Claymore seemed to instantly lose interest in talking. She resumed her pace striding down the street. "Ah! Hey, wait! I didn't..." This was the wrong person to put his foot in his mouth around! Was it that painfully obvious that he didn't talk to many girls? Raki thought he probably offended her.
Feeling bad about that possibility, Raki decided to follow after her and apologize. As a stranger, she could probably use some direction around the village too. But by the time he caught up to her, Raki found himself out of breath. "Where are you going?" He huffed, struggling to keep his lungs filled with air. "That leads out of the village!"
"This is the edge of the village?" The Claymore ascertained, noticing the small black shadows dotting the crumbling mountains that ridged the horizon.
Raki leaned his hands on his knees, his breathing evening out. "Yes. Beyond here are just the mines."
A sudden thwack caught Raki off-guard and as the Claymore threw herself down onto the ground to lean her back against her sword – which he realized had been stabbed into the ground – Raki gave a little jump. "What the...?" He froze with an arm raised in surprise.
"Rest time." She explained, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. "I've been walking for three days."
Raki's face dawned with comprehension. She must have amazing endurance! He looked left, then right, finding the perfect-sized stick lying nearby. He stabbed it into the ground in the same fashion as she and joined the Silver-Eyed Slayer in resting. "Heh, heh; heh," The boy chortled, leaning his back against the stick with a wooden creak. The Claymore only stared at him. She seemed to be considering something.
"What is it?" She finally asked. "Why are you so interested in me?"
"Well, you are a Claymore." Raki pointed out.
"Like I said," She reminded him, apparently stubborn about the point, "You picked that name."
"Oh... right." But Raki didn't miss a second beat, "Anyway, you came here to kill the yoma, right? That means you're the one who'll grant my wish."
Understanding seemed to visit the Claymore at his statement. It settled fully after he confessed, "The first people to be killed by the monster in this village... were my parents."
The Claymore's eyes widened just perceptively.
"I was there, but I couldn't do anything. Before I knew it, only my brother and I were left alive. We were covered in blood. If I was strong enough, I could avenge my parents. Now, you're the one who's going to kill it for me." Gradually, Raki's voice had lost its innocence and now seethed with hatred for the yoma.
The Claymore watched the display impassively. "I'm only doing this because we got a request. I'm not doing it so you can get revenge."
Raki's mood reverted and he said, almost cheerily as he laced his fingers behind his mop of hair, "I know. That's just as good."
Without him having noticed it, the archways and alleys had been filled with shadows and the late afternoon had burned on into a red evening. "Ah!" He spooked as the village bell began to gong. "Oh, no!" Realizing he'd lost track of the hours, Raki quickly got to his feet. "Sorry, I've got to go. I have to fix dinner for everyone." He explained as though he worried what the Claymore thought of this abrupt departure. "We're staying at my uncle's house now, so we have to help out." He turned to leave and even took a few steps. "Oh." Realizing he had never introduced himself, the boy turned back around. "My name's Raki. What's yours?"
The Claymore didn't even look at him. "You don't need to know my name," She answered firmly, "You'll forget it soon enough."
"Huh?" HE asked as he looked to the Claymore in question as it was late and he would best be heading home now.
(Meanwhile with Trevor)
Trevor was standing atop the tallest spot in the village as he had his eyes closed focusing on his quarries current location. "The Sun is setting." Zaruba said as Trevor then opened his eyes. "Plus you already sensed it the Claymore has arrived." Zaruba said as Trevor looked to the village.
"I know." He said as his hand moved to his own claymore as this was a weapon he inherited to fight Yoma specifically. Yoma were not Horrors but as protectors cutting away the darkness of the Yoma was part of their duty but if they were only able to keep the Yoma's existence a secret they could have spared this world with the sweet bliss of ignorance and naiveté.
"So why waste time when you already know who is currently the Yoma." Zaruba urged as Trevor looked on to the scene below him.
"Because I have a feeling the Horror and the Yoma will be meeting real soon, after all… how many Horror can resist the chance to feed off a Yoma and make themselves stronger than before." Trevor said as Zaruba saw Trevor was using the Yoma as bait for the Horror to take it like a fish would a worm.
(Scene Break that Night with Raki)
Raki ran all the way home to his Uncle's abode. Bursting in through the front door, he called breathlessly, "S-Sorry I'm late, Uncle! I'll start making dinner right away!" Since he had stayed out so late, everyone was probably already starving because of him. "I'll be done in just a..."
That's when he noticed his Uncle lying on the floor in front of him, face-down in a spray of blood. Not moving. "U... Uncle?" Raki felt rooted to the spot, shocked.
"You're back..."
"Za... Zaki!" He hadn't even heard his brother approach behind him! Raki turned, exclaiming, "It's Uncle! He's –" No, something was wrong. Zaki's face was grotesque and smeared with blood. He wore a grin that showed pointed teeth. And his eyes... they belonged to a monster.
"Yes... he's delicious." Zaki cackled before he continued with, "His guts were superb!"
"Za... Zaki...?" It wouldn't sink in. It was too much. How could it be...?
"It was tough, pretending to be human, with you around looking so tasty." Veins popped to the surface of Zaki's skin, throbbing. His arms and legs lengthened; his shoulders hunch as he grew taller. Zaki began to take on a whole different presence, as if he was suffusing the air around him with dread. "But you never noticed, did you? Your own brother... When I ate your parents, I also took over your brother's body and mind. Because of that, I was able to use his memories and his behavior patterns. That's why you stupid humans couldn't find me." Zaki delighted in explaining, in drawing out the pain. Yoma found it very useful to look human; hunting became easy when they could blend in. Preying on a human settlement became even easier if they ate the brains of who they were impersonating. By eating the brains, they learned their victim's memories.
But this thing wasn't Zaki, not anymore, not ever... this thing had killed Zaki. And Uncle. And mother and father.
The ridges of the yoma's vertebra pushed against its skin as the tight confines of Zaki's shirt was reduced to shreds. Was this transformation painful for yoma? Tears had begun to coalesce beneath its wicked, golden eyes. "I was planning to stay in this village a little longer. But seeing that you've summoned that witch... I'll just devour you before I move on. She can roam here all she wants after I'm gone but perhaps I can have a taste of that hack of a hunter on the way out." The yoma's shadow swallowed Raki, who found himself unable to move, unable to respond.
"Huh?" The yoma paused, finally aware of the tears that had begun to course down its bruise-colored face.
Raki realized them too. "Tears..." The yoma puzzled, "It seems what's left of your brother is shedding tears." The monster's dark lips curled back cruelly. "Sweet, isn't it? Heh."
Finally everything did sink in. And Raki felt rage. He raised a fist and moved to close the distance between them, releasing a strangled cry of hatred. He would make this murderer pay!
But the yoma easily deflected him, causing Raki to hit the floor with enough force to rattle the air from his lungs and make his teeth cut the inside of his cheek. "Uh-guh," He tasted blood; it dripped from the corner of his mouth and onto the floor while he lay on his stomach. That yoma had batted him away like a pesky fly...
"Fool!" The yoma bellowed at, it's pray. "Did you think a mere human could stand against a yoma? We have lived among you since ancient times. You exist only as our food." It gloated as it enjoyed how Raki struggled before he continued on by saying, "We're the foremost predators alive, and you are our prey. Prey is in no position to fight back against predator."
Soon out of nowhere a claymore came flying on as it then stabbed into the Yoma as it roared in pain at the blade which was no stabbed to the ground with its blood dripping from its severed arm fell to the ground. Soon the spot where the blade flew in which had, a hole busted down to reveal the stranger from the meeting as he then kicked the Yoma with superior strength.
"What?!" The Yoma asked as the cloaked figure Trevor stood up glaring at one of his quarries. "Where… you… you're the hack!" The Yoma roared as Trevor looked to him.
"Far from it." Trevor said as he looked to the Yoma. "I was actually suspicious of you from the beginning, even followed you around when I noticed you sweat at the thought of a Claymore in the village." Trevor said as he looked to the Yoma as it was wide eyed. "Plus when that Claymore had nearly sliced up Raki here… I also smelled the scent of a Yoma on him as did a small friend of mine." Trevor said as he stood there while grabbing his claymore from the wall as the Yoma regained its bearings with its blood pooling out of its arm.
"Wait you 'smelled,' me? But how only one of this Claymore Bitches can do that!" The Yoma yelled as Trevor looked to the Yoma and smirked.
"You'd be right if I was a 'normal,' human Yoma." Trevor said as he reached for his golden mantel on his cloak before pulling it off allowing it to fall revealing himself to be wearing a black set of leather armor over his clothing which was also black, his legs had grieves of metal up to his knees while he was donned in a white duster with black highlights that had armor like ornaments made from what appeared to be gold as it was very aristocratic in appearance alone. His skin was lightly tanned as his hair was ebony black pulled into a long tail as his eyes were closed.
But then as if time stopped his eyes began to open as the Yoma was shocked at what it saw… no in fact it was horrified as when the eyes fully opened they revealed themselves to be silver as the Yoma could not believe what it was seeing.
"No… it can't be… IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" The Yoma yelled as he was seeing it but not believing it. "A male claymore!?" He yelled as he was convinced only woman can be claymores.
"Not exactly…" Trevor began as he held his Claymore in hand. "See my mother was a claymore from the older ranks she conceived me with my father and I became the result of it. In a way I'm a naturally born Claymore I have all of the strengths they have but little to no risk of ever turning. I'm a rarity in this world." Trevor said as the Youma was shocked at this.
"No… NO YOU BASTARD!" The Yoma yelled before Trevor vanished and cut off the Yoma's other arm.
"Too easy." Trevor said from his spot as the Yoma looked to Trevor seeing he was giving his Claymore some lazy test swings.
"No… have mercy." The Yoma said as Trevor looked to the Yoma and then stabbed his Claymore into the ground.
"Ok." Trevor said as the Yoma saw this and was shocked to see this. But then all of a sudden the ground above the Yoma broke apart and from it the Claymore from earlier appeared and cut the Yoma in half. "But I didn't say she wouldn't." Trevor said as he then sheathed his Claymore back on his back as he smirked a bit.
The Claymore stood back up as she then swiped her sword to the side as the Yoma's blood spewed up but Raki saw it all as he was scared of what was next as Trevor began to take his leave. Trevor then found the Claymores blade to his neck as he saw this. "Heh so this is the thanks I get huh?" Trevor asked as the Claymore saw the one Trevor had on his back.
"Guess you overheard me and the Yoma talking huh?" Trevor said being calm and collected as he looked to the Claymore.
"Yes…" She answered as she glared at Trevor. "And I'm to assume you're the second Yoma then?" She asked as Trevor looked to her.
"Well yes and no. There was never a second Yoma to begin with." Trevor said as he showed he was actually lying to the village. "But there is something here that I was asked to take care of." Trevor said walking to the side a bit as the tip of the blade was still at his neck waiting to cut his head off at any moment as he then leaned to the floor kneeling to the Yoma's blood as he used a dagger to scoop it up. "And I needed the Yoma's blood to draw it out." Trevor said as soon movement was heard as the Claymore and Trevor both sensed it as Raki then looked wondering what it was.
"Dammit you bastards took my meal away." A Dark and demonic voice was heard as Trevor looked as he knew his target had at long last arrived.
"The Horror is here." Zaruba said as the Claymore looked to the shadow as it looked to be human.
"I was looking forward to feeding off that Yoma before you arrived as well as the rest of this village." The human said as he looked down.
"A human eating a Yoma?" The Claymore asked as Trevor looked to the Horror in disguise.
"You wish." Trevor said as the 'human,' then began to chuckle at them.
"But… at least I get to devour two Silver Eyed monsters instead." The man said raising his head up revealing a sadistic grin as his eyes were glowing red.
The Claymore looked ready to take charge only for herself to find Trevor's own Claymore blocking her path. "No… I got this." Trevor said as he then stabbed his Claymore to the ground in turn creating what looked like a barrier around the two. "It's me this bastard wants." Trevor said as he then drew a simple long sword with a crimson hilt and sheath as he then grinded it against Zaruba's mouth for battle.
The Horror then roared out as his skin tore apart revealing a Crimson Red Horror as it glared at the young man before charging straight at him. Trevor blocked the attack with his sword as the Horror then tackled Trevor outside where it followed suit as they were both in the streets now.
The man gasped as Trevor drew his sword the Garoken ready to fight as he glared at this particular Horror. "A Makai Knight, huh?" The Horror asked as Trevor smirked just as Zaruba spoke.
"Zaruba!" Trevor called out as Zaruba was faced torts the Horror for any information that can be provided.
*Insert Divine Blade by Jam Project
"It's the Horror Crimson Gale. Beware of the Scythes on its arms as it's a fast one making it quiet troublesome." Zaruba said as Trevor understood before Crimson Gale charged forward to kill Trevor as it then struck at Trevor with its Scythe arms as Trevor blocked and avoided the attacks with ease.
The Horror then tried to stab Trevor with its tail but Trevor avoided it with ease as he did a spin strike with his Fire bending as the two circled around each other before Trevor went for a well-placed kick to the Horror's face. But the Horror blocked it before knocking Trevor as Trevor's boots skidded across the ground creating sparks as he glared at the Horror.
Trevor regained his footing before raising his sword skyward before cutting open an energy circle as he hasn't gotten to do this for three whole weeks and then some. It opened up and shined down at Trevor before golden pieces of armor emerged and fused with Trevor. He had a black body suit and was outfitted with golden plated armor, making him look like a knight. His sword transformed from its simple-looking form into a long golden broadsword with a matching sheath. Zaruba was still on the finger, his waist had a triangle with a red center outlined in steel, and his helmet was modeled after a wolf and then his eyes opened, revealing them to be silver. Two scarves emerged from his back with a giant ring on each end. This was the legendary Makai Knight, the Golden Knight; Garo.
Garo began to walk torts Crimson Gale as the Horror was shocked to see the Golden Knight here of all places. As Garo walked the Golden Knight's armor clanked with each movement while giving a glare to the Horror with his Silver Eyes as this was the Golden Knight who man and the Angels themselves had gifted only one name worthy of its power as the symbol for the Golden Knight appeared behind it as the fire was there as both earth rose and flames appeared as the symbol formed behind said Knight as he approached as it was obvious who it was for this Knight was none other than...
GARO
"The Golden Knight?" The Horror gasped horrified to be facing the legendary Knight who had slayed the strongest of its brethren as its mouth with sharp fangs then snapped opened as Crimson Gale roared at Garo.
Garo roared back as the fight has now begun between these two forces. Garo charged at Crimson Gale with the same vice versa as the two began to trade sword strikes before Garo avoided a large strike from Crimson Gale's tail as the lade on said tail grinded against Garo's armor creating sparks but not damaging Garo. Garo then got on his feet after his flip and then blocked Crimson Gale's next attack before grabbing the Horror's face adding his Fire bending to it burning the Horror's face while he was at it as the Horror struggled to get free from Garo's grip.
Garo then threw Crimson Gale to a large pile of boxes where the Horror hit said containers and got on all fours before charging at Garo as the two went across the ground with Garo on the bottom as the armor of the Golden Knight was creating sparks on the ground. Garo then kicked the Horror up before using the chance to send multiple kicks at the Horror in the torso area before finishing it with a strong kick sending Crimson Gale to the sky as when Crimson Gale was airborne it spread out its wings giving itself air superiority.
Garo then charged to a wall and jumped off it straight torts the Horror as Crimson Gale roared at the Golden Knight with its blade extended torts the Golden Knight as Garo got ready with his Garoken while roaring at the Horror. AS Garo went torts the Horror his eyes turned from Silver to Topaz Yellow as Crimson Gale roared in fury as it flew straight at Garo as Garo roared in defiance holding the Garoken as the two were soon face to face before the moon itself as soon a slash sound and a glint of metal was heard and seen as Garo landed on the ground as Crimson Gale crashed burning to ashes as it was sealed away into the Garoken to be delivered to the Watchdog sight.
Garo began walking away as he did his job as it was quiet easy of course he had the strength of Yoma in his veins so he had an unfair advantage in the Horrors view of things.
*End OST
As Garo walked away he soon saw the Claymore as Garo looked at them while his topaz beast like eyes returned to their normal silver eyes. Garo then disengaged the armor and reverted to Trevor as he sheathed his sword while also walking away. "Well if you want to finish what we started be my guess but you'll be very disappointed when I don't fight back." Trevor said as he saw the Claymore holding the one he left at the apartment. "I'm guessing you're going to return that to your Organization?" Trevor asked as the Claymore looked to it.
"I would be required to…" The Claymore said as she saw this 'Hunter,' was sentimental about this Claymore, no doubt it was his mother's Claymore. "But then again I did just meet the infamous Wayward Hunter." The Claymore said before she tossed the Claymore back to the young man who caught it and put it back on his back.
"They've been calling me that for a while and it just stuck I suppose." Trevor said as he looked to the Claymore in question. "Best you all forget about me pretty soon tonight will just seem like a bad dream." Trevor said as he turned around and began to walk away to parts unknown.
"Wait!" The Claymore called as she glared at Trevor.
"Don't think I can allow you to get away considering male Claymores are destined to turn it begs to question how you were able to keep from becoming an Awakened Being for so long or if you were just lying why refuse to eat a human." The Claymore demanded as she glared at Trevor.
"Hmmm why do I refuse to eat humans?" Trevor asked as he looked to her. "As far as I see I don't know what I am, Awakened being, Claymore, Yoma, or human. Answer is I'm none of those I'm just a Makai Knight nothing more and nothing less." Trevor said as he began to take his leave again only for the Claymore to charge at him with her superior speed.
Trevor then smirked as he saw this coming as when he walked he dropped a pellet of sorts which then glowed and released a smoke of sorts which the Claymore once getting a whiff of it went wide eyed and jumped back as she began to gag and cough at the odor it had produced. She tried to get a scope of Trevor but quickly found he had vanished from her sight.
"Damn." She cursed as Trevor had been appearing a lot lately as many Claymores have claimed he arrived before any of them did and took care of the Yoma free of charge. What was worse he knew how to combat them as well as handle some other unknown creature also.
(Scene Break Weeks later)
"Did you hear?"
"Yeah, I heard."
"Zaki was the yoma."
"They say he was already one when his parents were killed."
"Oh!"
The men exchanging gossip at the village well were leery. It was unsettling how easy the yoma had infiltrated their peaceful village, even assuming the identity of one of their own. And then for that boy to kill his parents... it seemed like the whole family was cursed.
"Even so, that Claymore was something."
"Yes." No one had any trouble coming to that conclusion, "She took care of business the day she arrived. Amazing. She was a Silver-Eyed Witch, all right."
"Wait I thought it was that traveler who did the Yoma in."
"Nah that was the other Yoma found the things corpse in the outskirts of the village it looked like a fresh one also." The gossipers continued as they were shocked when he stopped by and only took the meal and left.
"Well the hunter was a manly one and honorable took have of his requested reward and left." The gossipers said before their topic of discussion began to change.
"So, what about Raki?" A nervousness edged the question.
"Looks like he's with the village chief."
"I heard he can't speak from the shock."
Many people were interested in Raki. Most had a lot of sympathy for him, even those who lost their own children, husbands or siblings to the monster who had impersonated Zaki. But Raki had been unable to answer questions. Although people had come to fetch him from the massacre at his dead Uncle's home, Raki continued to hug himself tightly, gripped by the stark feelings of helplessness and fear that the Claymore and her battle as well as The Makai Knight and his battle had imparted him.
But things did not change as Raki was soon the target of being assumed as a Yoma and the fact the young man had proven normal folk can somehow combat Yoma may begin some sort of inspiration. So we now find Raki in what seems to be a wasteland as he was trudging through it after he was banished from his village.
As he ran he hoped he could find shelter but his mind was still riddled with thoughts of Trevor the Makai Knight and the unnamed Claymore. As Raki ran he soon began to lost energy as he began to collapse as the sandstorm was no helping him at all. As he began to raise his head though he soon took notice to a familiar figure he could not tell if it was the Makai Knight or the Claymore from before.
He soon collapsed as he blacked out as he wondered if he would die here alone and forgotten easy pickings for any Yoma that may appear looking for food. "Golden Knight…" Riki said aloud as he wondered if this Golden Knight was truly the one he was told of by his parents in the stories they had read together.
(Scene Break the next day)
Riki was in a bed sleeping as his mind was being plagued by images and thoughts of the night everything changed for him. It then ended when he saw the image of the Claymore's yellow Yoma eyes and later the Horror's crimson eyes with the Golden Knight appearance as well and when he did he woke up with a start. Riki found himself in a comfortable bed as he seemed to be in an inn as the sun was shining outside.
"What? How did I get here?" Riki asked as he looked around in confusion.
Soon the door opened as from it a middle aged man walked in as he looked to Riki. "Well hello you awake. You were in pretty bad shape when you got here your lucky to be alive son." He said as Riki looked to him.
"Where exactly am I?" Riki asked as he looked to the middle aged man.
"You're in a little town called Elga. Do you have any idea you were asleep for the last 24 hours how did you end up wondering the wastelands before?" He asked as soon Riki had flashbacks to the events that led up to him being here. When the man saw Riki go silent he saw he may have struck a nerve there and decided to drop it for now. "Well ok I have to imagine your starving by now. Eat up go ahead." He said offering the food he had brought in for Riki to eat.
"But I have no money to pay for this." Riki confessed as he looked to the man offering him food.
"Don't worry about that everything has been paid for in advance." The man said as that caught Riki's attention.
"By who?" Riki asked as he looked to the middle aged man.
"One of them Silver Eyed Witches." The man said as he looked to Riki which surprised even him at the fact she did that for him. "A Claymore brought you here which is strange because they aren't known for their acts of kindness if you know what I mean." The man said as Riki heard this and remembered the image he saw in the desert realizing it was the Claymore he had seen there.
"Can you tell me where she is?" Riki asked as he looked to the middle aged man.
"I think she had a job to get to so she left a little early." The man said as Riki nodded knowing he still had some time to catch up to her. As Riki ran out after a quick meal he failed to notice in the inn was the Knight from before enjoying a meal as he knew Riki was here as Zaruba saw this.
"Taken an interest in him Trevor?" Zaruba asked as Trevor ate his food calmly.
"In a way. He has some potential in him." Trevor said as Zaruba chuckled at Trevor's oddly honest response.
"Think he has the potential to become a protector?" Zaruba asked knowing how Trevor can be sometimes with those who had potential.
"Am I that transparent?" Trevor asked as he looked to his Madou Ring while eating.
"Why else would you take such an interest in him?" Zaruba asked as they were lucky they bribed the owner to keep quiet about Trevor's eyes which were hidden behind tinted lensed goggles.
"I guess that's a yes." Trevor said as he finished his food and placed the money on the table to pay for it before taking his leave to chase after Riki to see if he can bring out his potential. "Better catch up to him before he get into trouble." Trevor said as he began heading off to locate Riki and make sure he doesn't get eaten up by a Yoma.
"This is oddly off from your original destination." Zaruba said as he then chuckled. "Taking the scenic route then perhaps?" Zaruba asked as Trevor looked outside as they left.
"Who knows maybe… maybe I just want to make sure any final arrangements are taken care of." Trevor said as there was something or someone he is seeking in the direction he now takes.
(Later with Riki)
Riki stopped in the middle of the street as the memories once more caught up to him but as he stopped to catch his breath he realized he was too late as he stopped. "She's gone." He said as he looked on.
"Hey kid." A new voice was heard as Riki looked to see a traveler. "A claymore was looking around for you earlier." He said as he looked to Riki.
"Oh where'd she go?" He asked looking to the man before him.
"She wondered into the forest on the edge of town." The man said as Trevor overheard them and began to pick up his paste a bit as he had a bad feeling about this.
"You smell it don't you?" Zaruba asked as Trevor nodded to him.
"Yeah… a Yoma." Trevor said as he swore he never gets any rest when he needs it the most.
(Later in the forest with Riki)
Riki arrived at the forest as he used a tree to steady himself as he was tired and exhausted but he kept moving when he took notice to a figure standing there as he smiled. "There she is." He said looking to her with a smile.
She seemed to hear him as she turned to face him but something was off here. "You alone?" She asked as she looked to him as she wasn't the one Riki had met back at his home village.
"I am." Riki said as he looked to her. 'It's not her.' He thought seeing he made the mistake her. "The innkeeper said you were the one who saved my life." Riki said as he looked to the lone Claymore.
"There's no need to thank me." She said as unaware to both Trevor was watching the area.
"But I'm just some stranger why would you pay for my room and food." Riki said as he looked to the Claymore.
"Why are you so suspicious of my wellbeing we Claymores are a benevolent organization." She said as Riki then went wide eyed at what she said. "Besides I've taken a liking to you." She said caressing her face only for Riki to act and knock the hand away in rage.
"NO! I don't believe you're a Claymore for a second! I know your kind never refer to themselves as Claymores!" Riki yelled as the wind blew as Trevor smiled a bit seeing this.
'So he does have potential.' Trevor thought as the fact Riki took note of what that Claymore before had said was truly a mark to look at key details on things.
"Well… thank you." The woman said before her form changed into a Yoma. "I'll be sure to remember that for the next time!" She yelled as she glared at Riki. Soon the Yoma vanished and appeared behind Riki and grabbed him by his head. "What a perceptive little brat! Thank you, you made my job a lot easier." She said showing her claws when then extended to show their razor sharp edges.
"Now show yourself Claymore I know you're out there!" The Yoma yelled in rage to the forest as she now had a hostage with her. "You've been tracking me come out so we can end this game!" She called as she wanted to make this quick and escape from here.
Soon the Claymore Riki had met before came out as she glared at the Yoma as she saw the Claymore as well who was walking torts her. "Stop stay where you are!" The Yoma yelled as she glared at the nameless Claymore. "I know how fast you are, Claymore. If you so much as flinch at me I'll slice the boys' throat ear to ear." The Yoma threatened as Riki was her hostage right now. "Now toss aside your sword and no sudden movements." The Yoma threatened as the Claymore began to reach for her weapon ready to draw it.
"Do you think a Hostage will have any effect on me killing you?" The Claymore asked as she looked behind the Yoma and saw a familiar glint of a weapon to which she realized that unknown was here also. This meant if she can keep the Yoma's attention on her the Hybrid if he is truly against the Yoma can come in from behind and kill the Yoma right here.
"No… I knew it wouldn't until yesterday." The Yoma said as she glared at the Claymore. "That's when I saw you walk into this town carrying this boy as if he were your own. It seems you do have a weakness you care for this meat." The Yoma taunted as she had saw the Claymore earlier when she did this.
The Claymore made no movement to attack as she glared at the Yoma in question. "Being half Yoma doesn't erase your past as a human and those precious memories don't disappear when you become a Claymore. Isn't that right witch?" The Yoma continued to taunt as it looked to the Claymore with a taunting tone. "I'd be willing to bet you had a little brother who looked just like this boy didn't you. I'm right aren't I can see it all over your disgusting face." The Yoma continued to taunt as The Claymore saw Trevor moving in the shadows keeping his Youkai hidden getting ready to attack the Yoma.
"Go ahead make a move that is if you can even find the courage to kill me and this human." The Yoma taunted as she grinned at the Claymore.
"But I already made my move." She said as the Yoma was confused before it roared in pain feeling a blade slice across its back side forcing her to let go of her hostage before she looked behind her and saw a Claymore weapon wielded by a human male. What surprised it even more was the human had silver eyes but once he began releasing his own power she saw the power he had was not attacking itself but it was in harmony.
"You… You're the hybrid. The Golden Wolf of Silver Eyes." The Yoma commented as it saw the boy as Trevor smirked.
"Yeah I am I guess." Trevor said as the wrapping around his Claymore had come undone to form a long rope at the hilt as it was clear Trevor had customized this Claymore weapon.
The Yoma saw the two as the Claymore then drew her sword before she and Trevor went at the Yoma. Trevor stabbed the Yoma through the chest while the Claymore sliced its head off causing its violet blood to shoot out as lucky for Trevor he was immune to its properties.
The two then flung the blood off the blade before replacing them in the sheath on their backs as Trevor stretched a bit in response. "Well that settles that." Trevor said as he then saw the Claymore glaring at him again as she looked ready to attack him. "Really are we doing this again after I helped you twice already?" Trevor asked as the Claymore silently glared at him before the yellow of her eyes receded to the silver color.
"What are you?" The Claymore asked as she wanted to know this now.
"Me? That's a fun question I think the better question is… what are you." Trevor asked as he looked to the Claymore. "I already know who and what I am and that's a protector a shield so what are you in turn?" He asked as she looked to the Claymore.
"More riddles?" She asked as Trevor shrugged in response to her and began walking away while passing Raki.
"It's how I roll." Trevor said as he began walking away.
"Hey!" Raki shouted. "Wait!" He called to her as then the Claymore stopped and she looked as did Trevor.
"I'm sorry!" Raki shouted across the distance. The flat, dusty ground seemed like it stretched forever between them, defining their worlds, but Raki wouldn't take another step. It would be a wasted chance. "You were right. I was afraid." Why was it so important to tell her? He couldn't answer that right then. All Raki knew was that the Claymore granted no illusions; had never tried to comfort him even with words. She faced the frank truth of a situation when kids like him couldn't handle it. Perhaps, Raki thought, this was the only kind of person who could fully understand. Who would never ask him to forget?
"Just like... when my parents were killed. I've been afraid for so long, but I pretend I'm not. And I've been ashamed for so long, but I pretend I'm not." The words, once his fear holding them back was severed, came tumbling out. "So... that's why I'll never forget. You both killed the monster that killed my family and the one that would have killed many more. I'll never, ever forget you." Raki swore, gratitude and sorrow tightening around his words. "Thank you!" He proclaimed, "I'm truly grateful. To the both of you I mean it. Really!" He called as Trevor then smirked a bit.
"I see…" Trevor began as he saw the potential in Raki. "Raki tell me… if you had power what would you do?" Trevor asked as Raki looked confused as did the Claymore.
"Huh?" He asked as that was a random question to Raki's view of things.
"I asked if you had power what would you do, would you use it for your own personal gain, for revenge or would you use it for the sake of others who need you to protect them as a ghost who will fall in shadows like many all so another man of flesh blood and bone can walk another day in the light." Trevor asked as he looked to Raki smiling as Raki was shocked he was hearing this from a stranger like Trevor here. "To be given power not for your own use but for the use of those who do not possess arms to bare themselves?" Trevor asked as he looked to Raki as if he was testing him.
The Claymore was also curious as she looked to Trevor wandering what he was even spouting about as it seemed very odd to her here. "I… I don't know." Raki said as Trevor looked to him. "But… if I can keep others from being like Zaki then maybe I'd use it for that?" Raki called out as Trevor saw him hesitate and then sighed to this.
"Then we shall see." Trevor said as the Claymore then glared at Trevor before he found the blade at his neck once more but this time at the side. "Really we're going to do this? Really?" Trevor asked as he glared at Clair.
"Depends… how long have you been… this?" The Claymore asked as Trevor smirked a bit.
"Since I was born it's been theorized but if a Claymore is able to conceive and carry the child to term the resulting child would in turn have all the strength of the Claymore mother but none of the risks. But seeing as your Organization didn't want to wait for years to have warriors at their disposal that theory was canned." Trevor said as he looked to the Claymore.
"I see." The Claymore said as she then pulled her blade back seeing his words held truth.
"Ok then if you need me I'll be heading east." Trevor said as he began to walk once more.
"East?" She asked as she looked to Trevor.
"Yeah someone there is waiting for me… and I hate to keep her waiting any longer." Trevor said as he stopped to look to the duo.
"Ironically… I am traveling the same path." The Claymore said as she looked to Trevor.
"I see then we travel together until our roads part and go about our days as normal." Trevor said as he then looked to Raki. "What about the kid?" Trevor asked as he looked to Raki. "Have anywhere else to go?" Trevor asked as he looked to Raki.
"N-no." Raki confessed as Trevor then sighed a bit as he saw Raki began to tear up. "I told them I wasn't a Yoma but they wouldn't listen they assumed and then got rid of me." Raki cried as Trevor saw this and had a bit of flashbacks of his own.
"Great baby-sitting." Trevor said as the Claymore had another idea.
"Can you cook?" The Claymore asked as she looked to Raki who looked to her confused. "I said can you cook you did tell me you were a cook did you not?" The Claymore asked as she looked to Raki who then nodded to them.
"Ok then I see where this is going, if you can cook for us you can stay with us until we arrive at village to dump you on." Trevor said as Raki nodded to them.
"Of course." Raki said as Trevor once more began to walk before he stopped. "Wait Claymore… I never caught your name." Trevor said as he looked to the Claymore who looked back. "I can't just call you Claymore forever even if it would be a pretty intimidating name to own." Trevor said as he looked to the Claymore. "Considering you taken a liking to the kid like I have its only fair we know each other's names." Trevor finished as the Claymore stopped as if she was remembering a past she'd rather forget altogether.
"Yeah lets tell each other our names my name is Raki what's yours." Raki called out as the Claymore was walking away.
"My name is Trevor and this here is Zaruba." Trevor said as he showed the Claymore and Raki Zaruba.
"Zaruba?" The Claymore asked as she saw the Madou Ring.
"Pleasure to meet you I'm sure." Zaruba said as Raki jumped back in shock as the Claymore glared at it.
"I thought I heard a voice against that creature." The Claymore said remembering hearing Zaruba before. The Claymore then began to walk away as she didn't seem to pay them any mind but Trevor saw this.
"Hey what's your name Claymore?" Trevor called again no doubt to make it all fair for them.
"My name is Clare." She said as she walked away as Trevor smiled to this.
"Clare… a worthy name for a protectors." Trevor said as he and Raki went to catch up to her as they began to walk side by side to each other. 'A protector… much like myself.' Trevor thought as he looked forward remembering the first and most important lesson he had learned from his father.
(Flashback)
Garo on Gouten was riding away from the scene as soon Garo arrived at the cliff overlooking the place that now was the birthplace of the Fourth Abysmal Being. As Garo saw this he then raised his hand that held his son who was wrapped in the cloth of his cape as the child kept crying for its mother unaware she was gone now.
"Look Trevor that is where your mother met the darkness and became the being she once hunted. She died in flames reborn as an Abysmal Being so that you may live. She made the ultimate sacrifice for you Trevor." Garo said as he overlooked to the city as he held Trevor hoping his son would remember this. "Remember Trevor… you will one day be one who protects even if the world rejects you, remember this my son." Garo said as he knew Trevor was the future and he would gladly die passing down his hopes and feelings to his only son.
(Flashback end)
"Well then… I guess next stop is east." Trevor said as he would go east to find her again. 'Yes East to where I lost her.' Trevor thought to himself hoping to find her there and in turn… free her of the curse that comes with being a Yoma.
(TBC)
*Insert Danzai no Hana
ESKK: Well here we are the first chapter of the first ever Garo Claymore crossover. Well then if you are all wondering about Trevor's Garo form don't worry he's not going down Leon's path his form as Garo takes that form as part of his Yoma half that becomes his power to be one who protects so the only reason he will become a Lost Soul is if he loses control or if the timer runs out on him. Anyway as you leave be sure to put in a review and as always folks ja-ne.