Disclaimer: I don't own Claymore and its characters. They all belong to Norihiro Yagi.

Anime: Claymore

-BELTS-

Warning: mild language

A/N: I wrote this at 3am. . . so what the hell.

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A claymore with elven ears hid from the thick array of trees as a caravan passed by. One man decided to take a pee along the road. . . so they stopped for a while.

It's been a month now since that encounter with Priscilla. She barely made it alive after that fatal blow. It would have been nice if she found her arm in order to rejoin it but to her dismay the vultures thought it was happy meal. Anyways. . . she was surprised that she still made it. But no way is she going back to the organization. Uh-uh.

She had enough. Even though she loved Teresa with all her heart she could not deny that she's already dead and no way she's going to face Priscilla again. She could not afford to lose another limb. Besides, dealing shit like this was never fun.

What was fun for her was wearing belts.

Yes, folks, belts.

Ever since she was young she had a fascination for belts. A whole bunch that could wrap around your body or around your arms. It excites her somewhat wearing those. The feeling of being wrapped around with belts for her is life-altering. However, when she was still in the organization she made it a secret for fear what the others might think of her.

But now that she's not involve in any organization or yoma anymore she'd pursue her dream of becoming. . . the Belt Dominatrix.

Slowly but surely she approached the man in the middle of his business.

"Hey," she called in dark tone.

The man jolted in surprise. "What the $#2 lady can you give me a room?" When he looked up he saw her silver eyes and blond hair. "NYaaaah, a Claymore!"

"Shut your trap."

The man nodded in fear forgetting to pull up his pants properly.

"You're a merchant aren't you?"

The man nodded again.

"Do you have some belts?"

"Y-yes, I think we have a handful."

"Good."

Irene handed out a pouch of gold of pieces to the merchant. "Now show me the goods and help me strap."

"W-what?" The merchant was confused at first as the claymore raised her eyebrows and showed her decapitated arm. "And please do it discreetly I am on the run now. I don't want anyone to know I'm here."

"I get it. I get it." The man then attended to his pants. "Geesh."

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Not the End. . . yet.