She had been looking at his coarse hand, his knuckles, and the claws at each finger. Yet he took it back gruffly, too quickly, and she had no time to compare it to her own. As he began to walk away, she too stood, though weakly. As she tried to quickly follow him, for fear of losing him, she wobbled upon her uneasy legs and stumbled face forward.
He heard her making her fast, heavy movements; he turned around and reacted immediately when he saw her weak body fall. He practically jumped forward and grabbed her around the waist with too much strength for her little body, and he managed to accidentally open her already bleeding wounds again. His eyes opened wide at the stench of blood and the sight of the yukata being stained with the blood of the wound.
She was awe-struck by his fast paced reaction, and glad to have been saved a bruise to the head. With quivering arms, she put her hands on his arms to stead herself as she relocated her footing. The pain in her back was a severe stinging, and caused her to bite her lip to keep it from trembling as well. Eventually, she looked at him. And was taken aback at how close their faces were, once again. She could have smelled him, if she'd had the power to reach her neck out a bit, but his arms were keeping her firmly set where she was. His eyes, they were the quieriest things.
"H-hold on I'll take care of your wound." He sputtered, not used to being this close to a woman other than his mother. He gently helped her onto the futon once again so he could get some bandages and water.
'How could I have forgotten of her wound...? She won't have the strength to walk with that, and then she'll never leave!' But his human part of him was curious. It wanted to see how long she would be able to stay without him being bugged anymore. It wanted to feel companionship in any way.
'I'll get in trouble, she's trouble. She's a slave! How could she live here!?'
'Why not?' And he dropped his thoughts there. "I'll be back." He said leaving her once again.
'I am holding on..' she thought bogusly, unable to speak her mind, but the pain was quickly diverting her thought process. And when he placed her back to her original spot, and began to leave her again, she groaned, frustrated at not being able to keep up. She didn't like being alone. She'd spent plenty of time alone already, and this new care he was giving her, this kind and attentive care, was addicting. She wanted more of it.
He came back with a bucket of water and his roll of bandages. He constantly went out to demon territory to get a kick of fighting all the demons, he sometimes over did it and found himself with wounds that his hanyou self couldn't heal fast enough. He put the bucket down and kneeled down beside her laying form. "Can you sit up?" He asked not in a harsh tone, but in a hurried one.
She gave him a look like 'Why don't you make me,' and folded her arms together, over her chest and over the chord that held together her yukata. She wasn't just about to let him medicaly treat her, what if it became a malpractice!? And those sharp claws! She stared at them, obviously a little uncomfortable... But the pain continued, and eventually a sigh escaped her lips.
He sighed in annoyance at her childish behavior. "Come on now, you're in pain. Even I know that. Just get your ass up so I can wrap up your wound. This could be such a simple task if you just sat up already." He said slightly raising his voice, hoping she'd cooperate already.
She half glared at him, but what he said was true. Her back felt ablaze with pain, and soon enough she couldn't hold her stubborn act for the burning sensation running up and down her spine. She almost shot up, immediately regretted moving, and grabbed his sleeve as a 'rope' to pull herself up into a seated position. Her half glare did not subside as she began to gracefully and gently pull her yukata down from her shoulders.
He just realized she started to take her yukata down already. That would mean he would be looking at her naked chest. His blush came on so suddenly, he had to spurt out, "Wait!" He put his hand over her to stop it, face completely red of the sight he was going to see. "I-I'll do it from behind!" He squeaked, already taking advantage of looking at the revealed flesh of her shoulders." He scurried standing up and pulled his sleeve away from her grasp. He took his seat behind her. "Alright, you can...continue..."
One of her goals in life was to never go back into slavery, she had decided. And with this young man, she knew she could weave her way into never being sold again. His blush, his scurrying, his downright awkward self-control would be easy to manipulate. Once he'd sat down, she looked at him over her shoulder, ever so slightly, eyelids lowered, and began to slowly smooth the yukata off her back.
He helped her put down her yukata just enough so that he could work with streaming the bandage around her. He took the cloth he brought and dipped it in the bucket of water next to him, proceeding to clean the blood and puss off of her back. In a way, it way comforting. Cleansing the dirt and blood off of her terrible wound. There were many other scars scattering around the area as well. 'She won't have to deal with that anymore…'
Wait, how should he know? She's not staying here. No. NO. "Are you alright?" Making sure he wasn't dealing any pain on the poor thing.
'No, I'm not all right..' she thought, gritting her nice teeth as he medically attended to her. Though she knew the wound would be better after, it was a major pain going through the process of cleansing it. She held her breath and tightened her fists, her knuckles turning white. 'I'd better heal soon..' she thought sadly.
He had to look around to see her face to get any sort of answer dealing with the topic of her being in pain, although the first thing his manly eyes went to were her breasts that were revealed. His body reacted with instinct and he looked away and towards her face immediately. His face relaxed into a look of sadness as he realized how much pain he was doing by cleaning it. "I'll stop now, it should be clean enough." It was weird talking to something that didn't talk back.
"I'll start bandaging now..." He grabbed for the them and reached his arms around her to wrap it across her front, around to the back, and around again.
She could feel his eyes on her, forming a blush to creep into her cheeks. And when he finally spoke, she almost jumped. However, she was relieved to hear that he would stop making more pain in her wound. When he began bandaging, she guarded her breasts with her arms, forming a protective X over them and letting him know she didn't trust him for it. Her back, exposed, was chill and growing goosebumps. She hoped he wouldn't notice.
He finally finished bandaging her and was just tying it all to an end. "There, you should be alright now." He said in his normal tone. He sighed and stood up, gathering the unused bandages and the water to take out and dump.
She didn't say anything as she returned the yukata to her body. Waiting until he was out the door, she crept across the wooden floor, almost cat-like, and snuck into the other room. 'Time to explore..' she thought to herself, and no one else.
