Clare and Raki Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Flier

"Teresa!" the small child screamed, "Teresa!"

Tears streamed down her face as she was held back by a man with a long cloak, his hood up so that his face was hidden mostly from view, standing behind a circle of women, all of whom were carrying large broadswords on their backs while one woman stood in the centre, her long wavy hair flowing in the wind, her face hid all that she was feeling in that one moment, her silver eyes blank and thoughtful as if she was thinking of things that were well meant just for herself. The tall woman turned and looked at the man that she had known for all of her life as a warrior, from the time that she was cut open to the time that she was standing on the hill, the small child that she had fought to protect now in his clutches, a place that Teresa hadn't wanted for her. Secretly she hoped that Orsay might just let the child go, but she just had to know, she just had to know what would happen to Clare if she wasn't there,

"I have one thing to ask…" Teresa looked in to his dead eyes surely he would give her the last reason, the last words to ease her mind, "Clare…what will happen to her,"

"That is none of your concern," Orsay smirked,

"I see, I guess that you're right," Teresa sighed,

"NO TERESA! DON'T DIE, I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE, TERESA!" the small child screamed and begged Teresa to live, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to break free towards the one woman who'd given her everything.

As her comrades drew their blades Teresa thought that she was ready to die, she would have let them kill her if not for the scream that came from Clare's mouth and the fear that was in it,

"TERESA!"

And before she even knew what she was doing, her arm grabbed her blade and Teresa struck every last one of the women that were attacking her with enough skill to make them drop to the ground, but do nothing more than immobilize them.

"Their wounds aren't deep," Teresa explained, "they'll recover if they use their yoki,"

Teresa turned to Orsay and felt the faint smile on her face as she claimed her final victory,

"Forgive me, but I don't feel like dying just yet," she smiled as Orsay just stared at her with an open O, Clare jerked out of Orsay's grasp, tears still running down her cheeks as she raced towards Teresa, the latter nearly ready to be bowled over by Clare's weight slamming in to her,

"Teresa!" Clare cried, "Teresa, Teresa,"

Teresa smiled softly as Clare clung to her and she said, "There, there, you sure tend to cry a lot,"

Orsay was still open mouthed as Teresa comforted Clare, "What is the meaning of this?" he hissed, "Just what is the meaning of this Teresa?"

"The reason is hardly anything deep," Teresa looked at Orsay, "in fact it's very simple; I've found a reason to live beyond being a monster, in this girl and this girl alone,"

Clare still clung to Teresa crying as she said this, and Teresa continued, "There will be a great road ahead not just for Clare, but I'm sure that you'll come to understand some day what is truly important,"

Orsay was still stunned as Teresa took Clare's hand tenderly, as she walked past him Orsay decided to put his own two cents in, "You will regret this, Teresa,"

Teresa smiled and said sugary sweet, winning the argument once more, "I won't I have no reason to, it's you who is regretting,"

As Teresa left with Clare it was as if the warrior had a great burden lifted off her shoulders. She was free at last to do as she pleased and it was time for Clare to have as good a life as only Teresa could give her.

Still reeling from Teresa's act of active rebellion, Orsay stood gazing over the wastelands and his anger grew with each passing second. Teresa was important to the research of creating 'eyes' and now they had no other warriors that carried the skills of Teresa. There was nothing to do but punish her for her disobedience and get the child while they were at it.

"Who would have thought that so much trouble could be caused by one warrior," a male voice broke in to Orsay's thoughts,

"There will be no trouble," Orsay snapped, "Summon Numbers 2 through 5 and tell them to subdue Teresa!"

The other man left in haste as Orsay went back to scanning the landscape. Teresa would pay weather she was willing to or not. Orsay's face twisted and his features were ugly with anger and hatred. He would not rest until he had Teresa killed.

"Are you tired Clare?" Teresa asked kindly, Clare looked at Teresa and smiled,

"I'm ok Teresa," Clare told her companion,

"We'll reach the town hopefully by tomorrow," Teresa said, "we should be able to rest easy then,"

Teresa was going to find that she wasn't the only one who had sent their sights on the town. She came across a campsite and tensed as she took in the site. It was unguarded and as she came closer to the site there was a scent that she'd never smelt before, one that made her nervous. It wasn't one of a half yoma, it was one that she'd never smelt before. It wasn't a yoma or an awakened being either,

"Well, well, well, what do I have sneaking around my campsite," the male voice sounded slightly annoyed, but that wasn't why Teresa drew her blade. It was the yoki of that man that made her pull her claymore and push Clare behind her protectively, the tone changed rather quickly, and the man standing before her suddenly became gentle and soft, almost pleading with her, "Please, forgive me, I thought you were someone else. I certainly didn't expect that anyone would be here; I thought I was out of sight from anyone."

Teresa stared at the man unable to take her eyes from his. He was taller than she was, his choppy red hair cut short and resting on his forehead with his cat-like green eyes regarding her with an air of calm. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that she could see two large wings folded against his back, most likely green in colour and perhaps a tail twitching. Teresa couldn't be overly sure however as the night made it hard to see, even for a warrior like herself with the sharp eyes of a yoma.

"It seems to me that the child will need something to eat, at any rate it will profit you to travel with me if you like, Teresa," he smiled kindly, " I know what it is like travelling, and I do believe that the nearest town is less than a day's walk from here once you're both fully rested of course,"

"Who…who are you and how in the world do you know my name?" Teresa asked shocked by his gentleness and how relaxed she felt in the same token. Enough that while she still had a grip on her blade; she did lower it a little, her guard remained sharp despite how safe she felt.

"Forgive me, fair Teresa, I am simply known as Johnothan," he set a rabbit over a pile of logs, then drew in a deep breath and let out all over the logs creating a fire with ease, the bright red colour creating warmth and a deep glow chasing away the fading light it took all of Teresa's nerve not to flinch as he did so "as to how I knew your name, well, I'm not really sure, it seemed to me that you would be a Teresa, since you are very beautiful it was the only name I felt suited."

He shuffled away the dirt with a large tail with barbs on the end of it; Teresa noticed that he moved the dirt so that it would make a good place to sit. She cautiously sat on one of the piles and Clare sat next to her, neither was willing to trust the man that was standing before them in a simple shirt and loose pair of pants just yet. Teresa watched him as he carefully pulled out a sword that wasn't much different from her own and began to carefully inspect it for damage. He seemed absorbed in his task and it was a while before Teresa realised that the rabbit was cooked up. Johnothan cut the best meat off the rabbit and gave it to them, while he ate another whole rabbit to himself (Teresa was sure that it wasn't cooked as bones crunched faintly as he ate it) and he calmly gave a blanket to Clare from the pack that he had resting in the campsite. The blanket was thick under Teresa's fingers and Clare was soon sleeping, warm and full of food. Johnothan simply sat like Teresa, a sentinel watching over the fragile human girl who needed protection from monsters that she was too weak to face.

Teresa soon found herself talking to him. She discovered that they had a lot in common and before she knew it, she realised she was willing to have him travel with her and Clare. After a few hours of talking she found herself somehow in his arms underneath his wing with Clare in her embrace as much as his. The blanket was soft as it was warm. When Teresa woke, she was sure that the tree's leaves were upon them. Then she saw the veins and blood vessels flowing as the sunlight gave a reddish hue to the green wing. Teresa watched as the wing withdrew, the sun gently lighting their faces and waking Clare up, "Good morning ladies," Johnothan smiled widely, "Anyone want breakfast?" Teresa gaped at him widely and Clare spoke,

"Yes please," She said politely, shyly even.

"Of course, I won't be too long," He smiled and Teresa didn't know why, but she blushed. His smile was very beautiful and Teresa realised that she shouldn't blush and quickly thought of other more pressing things. They would need to hide for a start. Now Teresa knew that she wasn't imagining things when she saw his tail and wings, Johnathan was something she had never seen. He ate raw meat and could burn things with a simple breath. Yet Teresa was travelling with him as well as Clare. Teresa hoped she was making the right choice.

Sometime later, once Clare had breakfast and was ready to travel again, (Johnathan having toasted a pineapple for Clare) three of them in cloaks walking in to the town, Johnothan had his sword on his back just like Teresa; Clare didn't mind him at all which Teresa decided was a good thing as the child needed to be as comfortable as possible. As long as Clare didn't mind Johnothan travelling with them then Teresa would allow him with them. He was calm and easy going, something that Teresa had been before the Organization knocked it out of her with their harsh training regime that left her dispirited and downright cold. It was going to take her a while to regain that nature, but Johnothan and Clare were leading her back to it bit by bit. Clare hadn't minded the possibility of staying the night out in the open woods and Johnothan was more than happy to help them in any way that he could. However as Teresa would soon discover, there was much that was about to change in her life just because she was with the flier; her life was about to take the most astounding turn. She would never be able to go back, even if she wanted to.

The yoma was within striking range and as Teresa killed it Clare and Johnothan looked on. She was smiling as she killed it, but it was her normal mask. Humans came and cheered. The humans who were supposed to fear the Claymore warrior because she was half yoma and could turn on them without warning. Teresa was surprised to be so well received that she could only stand there gaping. Still gaping Teresa tried to wrap her head around what the humans were saying.

"A man in black will collect…never mind," She said just as quickly catching herself. She no longer belonged to the Organization and was actually free to be how she wanted to be. She no longer had to worry herself over anything,

"Please we must do something to show our gratitude, if not a fee then what else can we do?" A young kind hearted man asked, Teresa still shocked said the first thing that came to mind,

"Well I suppose a room for three would suffice," Teresa said, as Johnothan and Clare came to stand beside her. The humans smiled widely and rushed off to do just that. Teresa could hear singing and humans calling happily that their town was cleared of yoma.

About half an hour later Teresa, Clare and Johnothan were all in the spacious and comfortable room resting at last. Clare sitting on a bed and giggling as she had been for the last half hour, small body shaking as the giggles threatened to become laughter. Johnothan was chuckling as well, his deep laugh musical to Teresa's ears. She looked at them both and it felt strange. It was as if they were a family gathering together. Clare crawled over the bed, green eyes shining with happy tears, "Can I sleep with you Teresa?"
"There are three beds do you really want to…" Teresa was cut off as Clare fell asleep with her head on Teresa's lap, "Poor Clare," Teresa said softly and nearly jumped as Johnothan's wing touched her,

"How is she poor?" The flier asked, his eyes glowing a little and the expression on his face a sight and a half to behold,

"She said she didn't need a bed and yet the moment she's in one she falls asleep," Teresa explained looking into Johnothan's eyes. She saw that they were not just green, but had traces of brown throughout.

"I see," The flier nodded then paused as he felt what Teresa felt at the same time. However the flier could sense more than she did, "It seems that there are four women like you coming, Teresa,"

"Four?" Teresa tensed realising at once that she could only sense three yoki.

"Yes, the strongest is the best hidden, but I can still sense her," The flier said, "She is pathetically weak though compared to what I can do on a good day,"

Four warriors Teresa thought weakly, and I can't even sense the fourth, gods what am I going to do-

"Don't worry Teresa," Johnathan broke her thoughts with his deep voice, "I will help you however I can,"

Teresa looked at the flier and realised that he was being very serious, no hint of any male desire, just pure comradeship that was born of understanding, just like Clare…Teresa didn't know what possessed her to, but she pressed herself against his chest. The flier didn't hesitate and gently held the crying Teresa. He comforted her as much as Care would and Teresa realised even as she saw Clare sleeping peacefully that he meant what he said, he was a male of his word. Johnothan was a male that Teresa could trust unlike the men of the Organization. She looked up at him and she spoke carefully,

"If we live through this I want to lay with you," Teresa said seriously making his eyes widen in shock, she continued, "I don't know why but I want to,"

"What do you mean?" he asked carefully, trying not to disturb Clare,

"I want you." Teresa said, sensing the pull of his power and feeling a need unlike any other that she'd ever felt,

"I understand Teresa," He purred deeply, knowing without having to ask her what she meant, "I will not fail you, nor will I leave your side or Clare's,"

"So tell me, what's the plan again Irene?" Noel asked, making Irene twinge with barely controlled anger. She was fast losing patience with the Number 4, or was it 5. The short haired Noel was fiery and hyperactive, something that Sophia was not. Irene sighed inwardly and impatiently spoke, "We corner Teresa and distract her while Priscilla takes her head," whether or not Priscilla wanted to or not, she was the best chance that they had to kill Teresa and Irene was willing to take that chance, seeing the girl's skills was enough for her. However she had no idea that Teresa was preparing for them and was well aware that they were on their way.

As Teresa put her amour on, Johnathan was already fully dressed once more and Teresa looked at the amour that he was wearing. It was clear that it protected the flier, although how it did so she didn't know. All that mattered was that he was as ready as she was. The warrior waited for the arrival of the other half yoma, Clare sleeping soundly as oblivious as ever. It was better that Clare didn't have to witness the fighting; Teresa knew that Clare would be horrified by how violent half-yoma warriors could be. Teresa knew that Irene, Sophia and Noel were hoping for the element of surprise, to take her by surprise and Johnothan had just ruined all that by being able to sense the fourth member of the team. Even now Teresa wondered why Irene and the others had not sensed the green-winged flier, even though Teresa herself could sense him as clear as the sun baking the deserts. She looked at him and knew instinctively that he was ready to fight if she had need of his help. The plan was to meet Irene and the others head on with Johnathan hiding with Clare until the last possible second that he was needed. Teresa was ready to fight if she needed to.

Irene entered the inn and apologised to the innkeeper, "Sorry for the intrusion," It wasn't what she wanted but the plan had to go through, even if Teresa was once a friend, she had killed a human and that was death. Irene did what she could to force her feelings down. She opened the door and to her astonishment Teresa was getting her amour on,

"It's been quite a while. You look well Irene," Teresa said not really meeting her eyes. Irene however spoke as coldly as she dared to Teresa,

"I've come for your head, Teresa" Irene said coolly,

Teresa's expression was one of confidence as she spoke, "We'll see then, won't we?" the expression on her face darkened as Irene used her quick sword, "Really I don't mind you using your quick sword, but leave the girl out of it if you will,"
"Don't worry this will be over before she wakes," Irene retorted.

Teresa saw the exact moment to strike and Irene flinched, the warrior could sense Johnothan and waited to see what Irene would do, and then Teresa decided to prod, "It seems that your sword is stuck Irene," the warriors needed no more words and the clashing of blades was enough to wake Clare. Teresa heard the girl stirring over the sound of clashing blades.

"TERESA!" Clare cried suddenly and Teresa barked orders like a mother,

"Clare stay where you are! Johnothan, don't move! I can handle them!"

"What the…" Irene stared at the man that was half in the shadows as Sophia's sword hit home, Teresa jumping away and Noel made her move. Teresa dodged Noel with ease and grabbed the human child and launched herself out of the window while a shadowy figure followed her. Irene and Noel rushed to the window and beheld what was the strangest man they'd ever seen.

Johnothan tensed and drew his blade. Despite what Teresa had said to him he was face to face with the child whose yoki Teresa was unable to sense. Teresa looked behind him and frowned, the young girl was suppressing her yoki very well; Teresa would not have known she was there if it wasn't for Johnothan watching her back. The flier growled loudly and Teresa could sense the quiet fury he was hiding under the surface. For a few seconds no one spoke. Humans all stared at them, unsure of what to do or expect. Teresa looked at Johnothan and unspoken words passed between them, "I suppose I will stay with you Clare," he said calmly, "at least for now,"

"I need you to stay with Johnothan Clare," Teresa said calmly,

"But…"

"Trust me Clare," Teresa said calmly, "I will be just fine," The child nodded and ran to the flier. Johnothan opened his wings and took flight for the time being launching Clare into the air with him, the child clinging on to his shoulders while he held her in his arms. At the height he was at none of the claymores had the jumping ability to get at him and Clare would be safe. He sighed and somehow Teresa heard what he was thinking, as if he was thinking to her; that their minds were one somehow, Teresa, the moment you are in trouble I will assist you. Teresa nodded instinctively and the flier barked a low roar.

Priscilla didn't know what to do. She looked at Teresa and decided that she would speak, "I am Priscilla," she said, "I only just got the rank of warrior, it's an honour to meet you,"

Teresa looked at the child and sighed heavily, "You realise that you have lost the element of surprise if you wanted to take my head,"

Priscilla was undaunted and asked Teresa a question that the old warrior would have laughed at. The child was naïve, and they sent her to kill the strongest warrior that ever lived? It was laughable to Teresa. She replied with her usual wit and snide commenting that had pretty much summed Teresa's attitude towards the Organization,

"Nice in theory, but that's not how the world works kid," no sooner had she said that then did Priscilla strike.