Ch. 2- The strength your receive when you believe
It took three days for him to come around. My mother was walking about outside visiting her mother and her gossiping friends around the village. I was happy that I finally got some time alone with him.
I looked at him closely; he had the pinkish marks on both cheeks. I brushed his hair back from his forehead with the back of my hand, it was so soft. Giggling at my thoughts I left him to sleep. I began to wash and patch up his Kimono. There were a few big tears that I only barely managed to sew up. Holding the fabric close to my nose I noticed it smelled like the wild flowers my father and I used to pick in the clearing by the river.
"GRRR."
By instinct I stopped moving.
"Are you the wretch that undressed me?" His voice was calm yet testy.
I nodded.
It sounded as if he was trying to stand. Being that he was so weak he fell almost immediately.
"No, you mustn't," I ran to him, "please lie back down!" I reached for his hand.
Glancing up at me crossly he hit my hand away, much to my surprise I thought I saw a flicker of sorrow in his cold homey colored eyes. I held my hand to my heart. What was this feeling, I'd never felt anything like it?
"What is your name girl?" he demanded.
"K…Kitzumi." I stammered back. Would he kill me once he found his sword?
"Hmm. Where you washing my clothing?"
I nodded again.
"Very well, carry on." He ordered lying on his back.
The door of the hut opened and Kurda walked in. (My mother thinks I should marry him)
"Kitzu are you ok?"
"Yes." I nodded quietly.
The demon sat in silence watching me, not even acknowledging Kurda.
"Demon you are well. Leave." Kurda called out testing the great demon lord.
A low growl arouse from the demon in response.
"Stop it Kurda, he is still hurt. Go away. I'll be fine." I spun around to face him.
He shook his head, "I promised your father I'd protect you."
"From what? The wind? I can fight just as good as any man, I'll take care of myself!" I rolled my eyes.
Unbeknownst to me, the demon had gotten up and was clumsily stumbling towards me.
"Back down demon!" Kurda yelled whipping out his sword.
Despite his threats, the demon kept coming as if Kurda wasn't there.
"Put away your weapon Kurda!" I put myself in the way.
"Move Kitzu." Pushing me aside he launched his attack. Blood went everywhere and the great lord lay motionless on the ground.
*Gasp*
"Kurda what have you done?" I crawled over to the bleeding demon and moved his hair out of his face.
"Hmph!" Kurda walked towards us, his sword still out and crying for blood.
"You poor thing." I whispered stroking his cheek.
Such soft skin, I thought.
"Move Kitzu." Kurda raised his sword higher.
So soft.