Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Dolore and Grausam. The rest is Konomi-sans.
Warning: Might be spelling/grammar mistakes, missing words or letters, 'bad language', characters may be OOC, character (meaning demon) death.
Fuji could only helplessly watch as the big sword came closer and closer to his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for everything to end, but it never came. First there was a sound of metal hitting metal and then the breeze, that the sword had created, hit his face.
"I won't let you, Dolore."
He made it just in time.
He managed to save his mate, only for a little while. Only for so long, he knew that very well. The demons were too many and Dolore alone was as strong as the ten around them together.
"So you came. Does that mean that the trash of a human is your mate?" Dolore's could laughs floated around him and from the corner of his eye Ryoma saw Fuji tremble.
"I believe that it's not something you should know of." Ryoma answered. He didn't let the worry and slight fear show in his voice.
He was still holding his katana in front of him, keeping Dolore's massive sword in place, as much as that was possible, not letting it come closer to Fuji.
The hissing around him grew stronger and one of the masked demons darted towards Fuji. Ryoma reacted instantly and turned around, forgetting about Dolore for now, and swung his katana from one side to the other, slashing the attacking demon in half.
Black blood spilled everywhere, enraging the already crazy demons more.
"You fools! I told you to not act without my orders!" there was real rage, stronger that usually in Dolore's voice.
Ryoma used this chance, and Dolores distraction, to stab him. Dolore fell on his knees, letting the sword fall out of his hands and on the ground, damaging the stone ground as it landed. He clutched his wound on the stomach, black blood flowing out of it. But he didn't make a sound, apart from the grunt.
Demons didn't scream in pain, they kept it inside of them and didn't let other see it.
Ryoma ignored the screaming, hissing and panicking demons and rushed to Fuji's side. He crouched down next to the petrified teen, who whipped his eyes away from the previously killed demon and looked at Ryoma, fear in his opened eyes and on his face.
Ryoma acted fast and picked the teen up and whispering at the same time: "I won't hurt you. Trust me."
For a short and fragile looking demon Ryoma was quite strong, so it was no problem for him to run away with Fuji in his arms, jumping from tree to tree and roof to roof.
"Who, no.. What are you?" a quiet, almost inaudible whisper came from the blue-eyed teen.
Without looking away from somewhere in front of him Ryoma whispered back: "A demon like them, but not like them at the same time."
Why is he not afraid of me? Ryoma glanced down for a brief moment. He looks as if he's relieved that I'm holding him. Strange human. A chuckle. But I guess that's what I should expect from my mate.
"Once I get us to somewhere more or less safe, I'll take care of that wound on your arm. Until then, bear with it." This time, Ryoma did let the worry be known with the words that left past his lips.
It seemed like a nightmare to Fuji.
The pain, the fear and the utter ignorance of whatever that was happening to him right now froze his mind. But one thing he did understand; the person clad in black that had just saved him from the big monster was someone he could trust. That was what his heart told him. Fuji didn't know why and how, but the certainty of this one thing was something he was sure about.
"So you came. Does that mean that the trash of a human is your mate?"
Mate? Does he mean me?
"I believe that it's not something you should know of."
Fuji looked up from his bleeding arm and up to the green haired teen. It was somewhat strange. How could his being in front of him and seeing him affect Fuji so much?
So much, that he had to fight himself inwardly, so that he wouldn't get up and offer his blood to the mysterious person.
But he was the one that had collapsed yesterday, isn't he? A part of himself whispered somewhere in the back of his head. But all his thoughts stopped when he looked behind him and saw one of the masked demons attacking him, daggers in hands and hissing something in a language Fuji couldn't understand.
And for the second time in just mere minutes Fuji could only watch as the sharp blades came closer and closer to him and also for the second time that day they never came in touch with Fuji's skin. A katana, black as the night itself slashed the attacker in half, black blood spilling everywhere and the rest of the demons voicing out their rage.
"You fools! I told you to not act without my orders!"
Fuji heard a yell somewhere in the back of his head, but his mind didn't rally register it. His eyes frozen at the killed demon, his own wound completely forgotten. Black blood spilled everywhere, burning the ground and thin columns of smoke coming from the lifeless body and the spilled blood.
Fuji didn't know how, but he felt someone crouch besides him, so he tore his eyes away from the scene and looked straight into the bright, golden eyes.
Such beautiful gold.
"I won't hurt you. Trust me." His voice was barely a whisper, but never the less Fuji heard it and the reassurance it held. It was rather calming.
Fuji didn't wonder about the short boy's strength. He wondered about things like 'why did he save me' and 'who is he' and 'why do I feel so safe in his arms'.
He gathered his courage, so un-Fuji like. he managed to think, and asked his savior the question that bugged his mind more than others: "Who, no.. What are you?"
"A demon like them, but not like them at the same time." Was the answer that was given to him. And moments later "Once I get us to somewhere more or less safe, I'll take care of that wound on your arm. Until then, bear with it."
Fuji didn't ask anything after that. He simply didn't feel the need.
After few more jumps and minutes of running the demon walked inside an abandoned building, used to be an apartment complex, and kicked open one of the locked doors, revealing a dirty, unused for a long time room. A few pieces of furniture, like a bed and two or three chairs were left behind, thrown around the room.
Fuji was placed on the bed and the remains of the shirt around his wound where ripped off and thrown away. The demon examined the deep cut with his golden eyes, murmuring something in that strange hissing language.
I wonder what he will do. It doesn't seem like he has a pair of bandaged with him.
The demon opened his mouth and Fuji thought that he will be asking or stating something. But the next moment the demons tongue ran across his wound, licking away the blood and making the skin around the cut sting.
"Ungh. Hurts."
Golden eyes looked up: "Bear with it. I'll be done soon."
When the demon was done licking his arm he stood up, looking down of Fuji, waiting for a reaction. Fuji on the other hand was looking down on his arm, that didn't have the cut anymore. A white skinned, scar-less, wound-less arm. He touched it lightly with the left hands fingertips, running them up and down his arm.
"How?"
"Magic, I guess." Was the nonchalant answer as the demon sat on one of the old chairs. "My name is Ryoma for your information, so stop thinking 'demon that' and 'demon this'. It's annoying."
Fuji blinked. "Oh, ok." There was a pause before he continued. "Why… What was that? And why… Why me?" another pause and sudden realization: "You can read my mind?"
Ryoma closed his eyes and sighed. "I guess I'll have to start from the beginning."
A slash.
Blood spilled on the floor and walls, painting everything black.
A scream, too strong to be hidden.
"So you are saying he found his mate?" a cold, hard and merciless voice asked. The whip in the talkers hand had blood dripping from it, hand clutching it tighter and getting ready to whip it again.
Dolore wheezed and coughed up more blood before choking out: "I-I'm sorry, my Lord. He… He just.."
"Enough." Red eyes narrowed in disgust. "I have no need for someone that has failed." Grausam turned around and listened in delight as Dolore let out the last scream of pain before disappearing for good.
"So my son is one step closer to that, huh? How interesting. Hahahahahahahaha!"
A/N: My monthly update of 'Nightmare'. A bit darker than the last one, especially the end.
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