He walked beside her, but remained quiet all the time. He was still struggling with himself in his own mind.
"I'm not going to let her affect me again. I'm the most fearless bounty hunter in the West, I can't be affected that way by a woman I don't even know anything about. Sure, I'm grateful she saved my life, but that's all. She's nothing more than that. She can't be more than that! She can't even speak my language properly, for God's sake!"
He was thinking to himself as he walked back to the village. That girl couldn't mean anything more to him. She was from unknown people, who spoke an unknown language to him, who had a faith different from his own faith, and, to make things more complicated, her people didn't trust him. Even if he were... (He gasped at the thought) a bit interested in her... - not that he was! It was only an assumption, right? - Even if he was... It could never work. He was a lone wolf, a bounty hunter, and she was from a world totally different from his.
She was walking beside him and occasionally taking glances as they were walking. The two horses were following from close by as if they were...talking to each other as well... As they reached her tent she opened it for him.
Seth entered the tent again and sat down on his mattress. He let out a deep sight. It was good to have left this place, even for a short moment. But he could feel his wounds aching again and he realized it was better to be back in the tent. His face writhed as pain took over him.
"Ishizu..." He called her name and pointed to his wounds, indicating to her that it was time to check on them.
Ishizu turned around at the sound of her name. It always sent strange shivers down her spine hearing her name coming from his lips. He had completely different accent than her people so the name sounded strange coming from his lips the way it did but not in a bad way... Seeing his pained expression made her realize.
She immediately rushed to his side and started unwrapping the bandage.
When she came near him, he could feel a shiver ran down his spine. Her touch always gave him this kind of weird sensations, but he tried to ignore them, because now he was in pain, and he only wanted it to stop. He hated to admit to himself that he needed her help, but he didn't have a choice. He got only himself to blame, for being stupid enough as to get caught in an ambush and shot. He then took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as she unwrapped his bandages.
Ishizu was absolutely concentrated to her work as she unwrapped the bandage, taking care just in case it was plastered against his wound from the blood and fluids. When she removed it she checked at it and started placing the medicine on it.
Luckily the swelling from the burning had started to ware off and so she also placed some herbal leaves on it. She then walked to the other corner of the room and started bringing clear bandages to wrap the wound with. She then checked on his shoulder and smiled. She had only patched the wound days ago but this shot had not been deep and barely had reached the bone, if she would take a guess. Luckily he had hard muscles. Hard enough to stop the bullet before causing damage.
She slightly blushed at the thought. He indeed had the body of a warrior. Anyway, the girl thought, the wound had almost healed. It only needed one or two days and she could remove the patch!
She smiled to him.
"Good. This, get good" she said as she placed some medicine on it, just a precaution, and started wrapping the bandage again.
The wound of his leg she knew it was better; she had checked it when he was unconscious from the poppy some hours ago. It should be alright. She finished wrapping the bandages and tied the knob to his shoulder carefully.
Seth didn't want to look at her while she did her work, out of fear of becoming embarrassed again, but just the feeling of her warm and delicate hands on his body had already made him shiver from nervousness. Every time she checked his wounds, these awkward sensations got even worse. He took a deep sight as he tried to ignore them, but it was too hard. Her touch was so pleasant that it seemed to ease the pain and this thought made his cheeks took an intense red color. Again, he tried to shake all this stupid thoughts from his head.
Luckily for him, the medicine she applied made his wounds burn a little, so the pain helped him to stop thinking for a while.
When she finished doing her job, he sighed in relief. Not only because the pain has ended, but also because his embarrassment was slowly fading. He then raised his eyes to her and said in a low tone.
"Thank you..."
She smiled at him softly.
"I am...sorry..." she apologized for hurting him
He arched his eyebrows at her.
"Sorry for what? You saved my life. You..."
He stopped himself when he thought about it. She had saved him when no one else would have done it. She helped him, totally ignoring the fact he was from a different race, a race that had killed thousands of her people in the past. This thought made him feel something warm inside his chest. Was it what it felt like to really feel grateful for someone? In his whole life, he only felt truly grateful towards the nuns who raised him in his childhood. Ishizu had done a lot for him...
"No, no, no! Stop it! I can't let her dominate my thoughts like that! I... I don't need anyone else... I'm going to leave her once I get better to get my revenge on Giovanni and his gang! I... I think I'm just tired and that's why I'm feeling so confused. That's right. Just tired."
But as much as he tried, he couldn't get these thoughts from his head, that she made something for him that he never would expect from anyone, that he owed her his life, and this made him feel so embarrassed and confused at the same time.
"Well... hmm... It's... alright, I guess..." He replied, awkwardly and turned his gaze away from her.
She looked up at him at his sudden response but she could feel tenderness in his voice.
'"Save"...? "Life"...?'
Two new words for her. But she could feel their weight, their importance. For some reason being a Shaman made her be closer to things that had to do with life and death. So..."save" would mean...that? Maintaining life...
"Save..." she repeated smiling softly but then she shook her head negatively
"No..." she said, "You save...you save life..."
She held his hand once more despite the fact she had said a few hours ago that she wouldn't touch him but she needed to show him what she meant.
"This...save..."
"What?"
He frowned in confusion. What was she saying? That he was responsible for his own life? He couldn't get it.
"What do you mean?"
He knew she wouldn't really understand his words precisely, but the look on his face showed how confused he was.
However the girl couldn't explain it well, not just yet. She needed to hear his language more, to learn to speak it better, before she would explain properly. She shook her head with a smile.
Then her small hand touched the amulet around his neck. The small, silver cross hanging from a leather string to his neck. She had seen that he always had it there. She had heard of White People's faith but she had never seen something like this from up-close.
He saw her touching the cross he always wore around his neck. He guessed she was curious about what that meant. It would be hard to explain to her, though, since she had a faith different from his, but he still tried, anyway.
"God. Hmm... He saves us..."
He pointed towards the sky; to symbolize that God was a divine entity above Earth. He didn't know if she would understand thought, but he was trying hard.
"God..." she looked up.
She knew it by his voice that it was something he respected too much. Like she respected the great Spirits around her. She looked back at him and nodded slightly.
"Yes, hmm... He saves..."
"Although, most of the time, He likes to toy with my life instead."
It was the best he could say to her at the moment. Seth knew he would have some troubles trying to explain his religion to her, especially when she didn't know anything about his language and culture. He guessed it would be as hard for him to understand her religion and culture, although, he had heard about it a few times from Native Americans who could already speak his language. Then, suddenly, his eyes expressed his sorrow. Seth was a religious man, but everything bad that happened in his life he blamed God for it. It was like he was abandoned by Him, a long time ago. He had lost all hope in his life, but he thought, maybe, it was better this way. It was better for him not to have any hope than to have hope and then be disappointed in the future. He took a deep sight and looked down, as the memories of his tragic past came back to haunt him.
She noticed his expression saddening and looks at him. She seemed genuinely concerned about him.
Seth was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed Ishizu looking at him with concern. He didn't want to mourn about the past anymore. He had to look to the present. He was going to have his vengeance against the men who made him suffer in the past and then it would all be over. However, he would need to heal first. He sighed again, still looking down, feeling annoyed with himself.
Ishizu didn't really know what she should do at this occasion. There was only one thing she could think of...
She leaned forward and hugged him softly, as if telling him it was alright and at the same time asking him what was wrong. Her embrace was warm and her hand caressed his brown hair softly.
Seth's eyes widened when she leaned forward and hugged him. He felt all his emotions going out of control. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed it would explode, his mind was spinning, all of his thoughts were jumbled inside his head and he was about to lose control of himself. Her body was so warm and her hand caressing his hair was so soft... He felt his whole body shiver by the contact. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a woman in his arms, and, for a moment, he felt tempted to wrap his arms around her and feel her next to him... But when this thought passed through his mind, he immediately shook it off his head and felt so angry at himself for even having this idea, even for barely a second.
"WHAT. THE. HELL is wrong with me? No, no, no, no, I can't think like this! I REFUSE to have this thoughts! I don't need her, I don't need ANYONE else in my life anymore!"
He pulled away from her, abruptly, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He was breathing fast, as if he had lost his breath. His eyes were still widened, in astonishment.
"W-what... what have I said about... about "NO TOUCH"?" He said, between deep breaths, however, this time, he seemed more nervous than angry.
He couldn't hide his embarrassment this time.
Ishizu noticed that he retreated from her and she felt like she has done something bad again but she noticed his blushing this time. He was embarrassed?! That was totally unexpected. He was a tall and strong man but still he acted uneasy in front of a young woman like this!?
She smiled softly at him.
"Sorry." She said but this time she didn't sound sad.
Not like before.
Now Seth was confused. Was she smiling? Had she noticed his embarrassment?
"Damn, damn, damn! How could I let myself be so fool?"
He immediately tried to correct it by growling like a wild animal at her.
"Do not do this again. No touch! No!" he snarled, using his usual rude tone
Ishizu sighed once and nodded.
"Yes." she said
Seth was feeling annoyed. How dare she hug him? Who did she think he was? What did she want from him?
"If she thinks I'm going to fall in love with her just because she saved me, well, sorry to disappoint her, but that's NOT going to happen. Hasn't she realized we're different? That her tribe doesn't like me? What does she wants from me, damn it!"
He couldn't understand why she had suddenly hugged him, but he was sure, since that awkward moment between them outside the tent where she kissed his hand so tenderly, that she liked him. Well, he never really understood how women's mind worked. Plenty of women had liked him already, but he wasn't the kind of man to keep relationships. He never wanted to get too deep in his relationships. He would only be with the girl for a short time, to distract himself from his problems for a while and then he would leave her. He always thought it was better this way, for himself and even for the girls he got involved with. But there were always some women who expected more from him: they wanted to marry him and having children. Just the thought of that always made Seth shudder. He couldn't imagine himself living a family life. He was alone in this world, he always was, and that fact was never going to be changed. And he never understood why women had such dreamy minds about romance. Romance, yuck! Such word never existed on Seth's dictionary. And it seemed that the more absurd and impossible to happen the relationship was, the more romantic it was for women. And the Native American girl in front of him didn't seemed much different that these dreamy women. So she could think that, by saving a complete stranger in the middle of the desert and taking care of his wounds would make him fall hopelessly in love with her, well, too bad for her, but Seth lived in the real world, where this things were impossible. And it was even more impossible because he was a White Man, and her tribe hated him. Couldn't she see that, damn it? Why women never used logic? Why they have to be so dreamy about life? He grunted in annoyance and rolled his eyes at her, clearly showing his irritation.
Ishizu kind of sighed. She could never understand the way White Men worked but she would never give up on trying anyway. The specific man acted like children in her village. Children that wanted to avoid something unpleasant or scary. She had seen children running away from their mother's embrace just because they wanted to pretend they grew up and didn't need them anymore.
However Ishizu knew that they always came back. She could see that in this man right now. When this man would face an opponent he looked and acted like a warrior but when it had to come with a woman like herself, he would simply "panic" and start yelling. She felt herself want to chuckle at that.
She realized she had come to know him better. She expected that he would react that way the moment she embraced him to comfort him. Ishizu, unlike most women in her village, didn't think much of marriage and having a family. She had focused too much on treating people and interpreting dreams that she never gave much of a thought on finding a husband. To her it simply went like this:
If it was for her to find a husband, then fine, if not then fine once more.
Even if she found herself feeling her heart flattering close to this man and she felt emotions she had never felt before. She could tell by the body reactions that he too wasn't at all "uninterested" in her, at least in a physical way. She could feel his heart beating faster every time she went closer to him to treat him and she had stopped interpreting his raise of temperature as coming back of his fever but yet she couldn't understand why would White Men act embarrassed by their emotions for a woman? Was it bad for them?
Was this "God" of them forbidding them? Then how would they re-produce? No, that wouldn't be the case. Then why this specific man would simply deny things the way a child would do?
She smiled a half-smile at this and simply walked away from him to go to the corner of her tent, as if nothing happened. As if she didn't care about his outburst or his previous emotional melancholy and she opened a small chest at the end of her room to take out a few herbs. She placed them in a bowl and kneeled by the fire, starting crushing them into a fine dust to make more medicine for her villagers; As if continuing her life without minding him being there.
Seth noticed how she suddenly walked away and continued to do her thing as if he wasn't there. Somehow this made him feel annoyed, but he didn't know why. Why would he be annoyed by her ignoring him? It was all that he wanted, after all! He wanted a time of peace for himself to re-organize his thoughts and emotions after that... embarrassing hug she gave him moments ago... Just the thought of that made his whole body shiver. It was like he could still feel her delicate, warm arms around him, feeling her heartbeat so close to his while she gently caressed his hair so softly...
No, no, no! He couldn't think like that! What was the matter with him, anyway? He tried to put his thoughts in order. It had been a long time since he had a woman in his arms... Perhaps he was just missing the sensation of having a woman with him and his body was clearly showing this. Perhaps that's why he was feeling so awkward near this girl! But he didn't want to think about women in a moment like this. All he wanted now was revenge against his father and the men who betrayed him. Women weren't important right now. He could have all the girls he wanted after that, but now it wasn't time for that! He sighed in relief after finally figuring out what was wrong with him, but it didn't make him feel at all relaxed. He was still annoyed with himself. How could his body betray him in a moment like this? Damn woman with her wonderful beauty and charm!
"God is testing me with the Seven Deadly Sins. First it was Wrath and now it is Lust? Ha ha. Very funny. What will be next? Pride?"
He grunted in annoyance and rolled his eyes. He needed to distract himself to stop thinking about this. He got up to search for his pouch with his things. Maybe he needed to write a diary to keep himself sane in this unknown (to him) world, with unknown people and an unknown culture.
Ishizu was slightly blowing the fire to light it up more. The creaking sound of flames was accompanied by the sound of her working, crushing her herbs, mixing them with water and other ingredients in order to make a cream for later. She had in mind have ready the herbal beverages for fever and stomachache just in case someone needed it.
The tent was illuminated by the orange light, making its colorful "walls" decorated with shadows and colors. Ishizu was smiling while working but she was also focused on her job. She placed the bowl with the cream to the corner and grabbed a small bag, full with green herbs. She carefully started forming small bunches tying them together with small strings.
Seth opened his pouch on the saddle that was near the mattress and picked a small leather dressed book and a fountain pen and started to write on it:
September, day unknown
I've been caught in an ambush by Giovanni's men while I was chasing him to get my revenge and I nearly died. I was saved by a strange Native American girl. Her name is Ishizu. I don't know what her name means, or why she had decided to save me all of a sudden. I'm one of the "White People" after all, and everything I know about Native Americans is that they don't trust us. I don't blame them, in fact... I can understand their distrust towards white men. Even I, a white man myself, can't trust other people because of everything I've been through... But I can't understand why this woman decided to take the risk and save me. There's a strong reason behind that, I can see it in her eyes... But she can't understand my language very well to explain this to me. I guess I must try to find that out by myself. Or try to teach her more of my language... Anyway...
She took me to her village. Of course, her people didn't welcome me with open arms. They still fear me, even though I'm injured and I can't do anything against them. I saw the look of disgust in their eyes as they stared at me, like if I were a mangy dog. I don't feel comfortable with this, but I've never felt comfortable near other people, anyway, but still... I'm must confess I'm a little curious about them. I want to learn some of their culture. Maybe this knowledge may even help me in my journeys. The only thing I fear is the Chief. In the evening I came to her village, he seemed so furious to see me... Ishizu stood by me, but I can sense that this man won't rest until he sees me out of here... I don't know who he is, but I can sense he has a strong bond with Ishizu. At first I thought he was her husband, but now this doesn't make sense to me anymore. Maybe he's a family member, a brother, I'm not sure... Because I'm sure that Ishizu likes me. I can see the way she looks at me... It's not a surprise anyway. I've always seemed to get women's attention. But this troubles me a little... First she saved me, a white man, and now she seems interested on a man of a race that her tribe doesn't trust? I never understood women and I guess I never will.
Well, seems that I'm trapped here for a while. I will need to recover if I want to get my revenge against that scum and his gang of bastards. But as soon as I recover, I will leave this village and Giovanni will have what he deserves.
As soon as he finished his writing, he closed the book and let out a sigh of relief. It was good to finally unburden his feelings. Whenever he was feeling bad, it always helped to write his anguish on a paper. It seemed that the anguish he was feeling was being transferred to the paper as he write. He then, put the book back on his pouch and closed his eyes, as a way to relax and organize his thoughts inside his mind.
Ishizu continued her job and occasionally would look up at him with the corner of her eye when he wasn't looking at her.
He was...drawing something in there? She had taken a small look but those inside were no drawings. They were strange like runes or something, like the runes she drew on the faces of people or on the horses. She knew White Men were writing such things but she never truly knew what they meant. She got down to her work again, this time taking a dry pepper and starting crushing it into a fine powder.
Seth glanced at her with the corner of his eyes. She was still doing her things without bothering him. Somehow he felt annoyed at this but he couldn't understand why. That was all that he wanted after all! He should feel relieved that she wasn't bothering him. He sighed and grunted in annoyance at himself.
Focus! He needed to focus on his vengeance. He lied down and stared at the tent ceiling.
"Why this is happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? Am I paying for all the crimes I committed while I was an outlaw in Giovanni's gang? Damn..."
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes again. He was feeling so bored and so useless... He hated feeling like that. He couldn't wait until he could get out of that place forever. He missed the adrenaline running through his veins every time he faced a wanted outlaw. He wanted to shoot something (of course not an innocent person) to discount his frustration. Maybe, when he was feeling better, he could try to hunt something. He could hunt a rabbit or a deer and later take its pelt to sell in the city. Yeah, maybe a hunt would distract him from all stupid and meaningless thoughts about the beautiful Indian girl or other stupid things that he shouldn't be thinking about.
Ishizu finished yet another powder and placed it to a small piece of cloth and wrapped it carefully. She then took a small sack/flask of water and raised it to her lips to drink, throwing her head back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand when she finished and then looked at him.
She stood up and approached him, offering him the sack as if asking him if he would drink.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard she approaching him. His heart jumped at first, but when he saw she was only offering him water, he calmed down. He nodded his head in affirmation.
"Yes, please."
She smiled knowing he had answered in a positive way. She gave him the small sack to drink as much as he wanted.
This time he didn't drink everything, but he still drinks a lot of water. He then whipped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave the sack back to her.
"Thanks."
She took it back nodding her head with a smile. She then went back to her job. She was making dried plants at a powder by rubbing her hands together and trimming them, a little girl comes in smiling. She has her hair in two braids smiling.
"Ishizu!"
Ishizu looked up from her work and smiled at the girl coming in.
"Nakoma"
The girl didn't look older than five years old. She got in and smiled to Ishizu but when she noticed Seth in the corner, she gasped a little and seemed a little scared.
Seth noticed the little girl entering and was a little curious. He saw the frightened expression in her eyes, like if he was a wild animal who could attack at any moment. He felt somewhat uncomfortable with this.
The little girl pointed at him.
"This...this is..."
"Nakoma!" Her voice was gentle but still it sounded strict as well, "He is an injured man. He can't harm you. He's staying here till he recovers. Do you understand?"
The girl seemed uncertain for she was occasionally gazing over her shoulder towards Seth but she seemed to be trusting Ishizu.
"Heard that Pale People are dangerous and spit fire out of their mouths!"
"That's silly. He is a man like you and me. Human; Nothing extraordinary or scary about him. Fear not. He is just an injured man. Look. His bandages have red spots. He bleeds like you and me. There is nothing more and nothing less. You must not fear him."
She smiled caressing Nakoma's head.
"He is just wearing different clothes than us and he uses different things than us. That's all about them."
Seth couldn't understand a word they were saying, again, and he was frustrated. But maybe he could show the little girl that he wasn't dangerous, but how he would do that? He always had sympathy for children, because he grew up in an orphanage. He smiled softly at her, hoping that she would feel less scared if he showed a soft expression.
Ishizu happened to look up and see his frustration and smiled softly.
"You can get closer. He is not dangerous."
The girl seemed uncertain but followed Ishizu's lead and came closer to him. Looked at Ishizu as if begging her to assure her that he wouldn't hurt her and when she gave her a nod, she extended her small hand and touched Seth's forearm a little.
He slowly moved his hand, to not scare the little girl, and held her small hand on his. He smiled softly at her and whispered, even thought he knew she wouldn't understand.
"Hey, it's alright... I won't hurt you." He said, looking in her eyes
The girl seemed a bit uncertain at first but looked up at him and her black eyes meet his own icy-blue ones. Obviously she had never seen such eyes before so she was totally allured to them. She looked up at him and her gaze would never leave his.
She blinked a couple of times but her eyes were always fastened in his and her innocent and now curious gaze was as if she wanted to stare into his soul... He was so warm...so...so...different than the older people had told her...
She saw him smiling. She heard his gentle voice and even if she couldn't understand the words...she felt...alright...
She softly smiled back...her caramel skin slightly rosy to the cheeks.
As if in a daze of a dream her small hand that was free extended up to his face and softly...touched his cheek...
Ishizu was watching those two and was feeling her heart bouncing in her chest. The man she knew as warrior in her dreams he was now here...tender like a kind father close to a child...
He smiled softly by her gentle touch and he returned it by caressing the little girl's hair.
"See? I am not dangerous."
The girl looked up at the sound of his voice again, for before she was looking at his terrible wounds and then when she looked up, blinked a couple of times and smiled.
He saw her looking at his wounds and sighed.
"Bad people did this to me. I'm not like them."
He looked down at her again and smiled once more.
The girl was still there, as if lost in the moment when a woman's voice was heard from away. The girl looked outwards of the tent. Ishizu smiled.
"Your mother is calling, Nakoma. You better go. He needs rest too."
The girl looked at Seth and then at her and nodded obediently.
"Can I visit again?"
Ishizu smiled.
"Of course."
The girl named Nakoma went to the entrance of the tent and smiled to Ishizu and then waved at him.
"Bye, mister!" She said and right away dashed out of the tent
Seth waved back at the girl when she was leaving the tent. Even after she left, he kept his soft expression for a while. He really liked children and now that he had shown to the little girl that he wasn't a dangerous animal, he felt somewhat relieved.
Ishizu was still in the same place Nakoma had left her and she was smiling. How can a strong man want to hide such a warm heart? She could see it in his eyes that he would become a great father if he wanted to. He loved children; she could see it.
He glanced at Ishizu and noticed that she was looking at him and smiling. Damn! He had totally forgot about her! He immediately stopped smiling and grunted in annoyance again, coming back to his old, arrogant self. Yes, he wasn't a dangerous guy. He would never harm any of these people, however, he was still a lone wolf, a bounty hunter, and he didn't need anyone and he really wanted to show that to Ishizu. He would be leaving her after his wounds healed, after all. He didn't need her pity.
Ishizu noticed that so she sighed something that could mean, "here we go again!" and she went back to her corner close to the fire to continue her work.
He lied down in the mattress, staring at the ceiling again, lost in his thoughts. The little girl reminded him of when he was a little boy in the orphanage. But she hadn't had her life messed up by a bastard, like he was. Lucky for her. He thought that, maybe, after he got his revenge on Giovanni, he would go back to the old orphanage he grew up and give some money he got from his bounties to the nuns, to help the children. He often did that, even in his outlaw days. He would always steal from the rich, arrogant people. He remembered about the arrogant banker he once stole. He had a long white hair and an eccentric look for his age. The man had such a reputation on his city. He smirked at the memory. The man had put a high bounty on him on that time. He was sure this man was still chasing for his head, somewhere, but Seth didn't minded. He had gave all of this arrogant man's money to the orphaned children, something he was sure the man himself would never do.
For a while, Seth remained silent, staring at the tent ceiling, thinking about things of his life when slowly, sleep was coming to him...
Ishizu had practically finished her work and mopped her forehead smiling at the result. She seemed satisfied with herself. Completely unconsciously she brought her hair over her left shoulder and started braiding them in a braid. She tied the end of it with a small piece of string and looked at his direction again. He was awfully silent most of the time she was working and she had noticed that the time indeed flew.
She stood up and looked at him.
"Hungry?" she asked him with a smile
He was almost falling asleep when he heard her voice again. He raised his head, still feeling a little drowsy when suddenly his heart started racing. Ishizu had braided her hair, which further enhanced the beauty of her face. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks while he looked at her.
"Damn! Not this again! Stop with this! It's not time to think about women, damn it!"
He immediately tried to hide his embarrassment again by snorting.
"Yes." He answered on his typical arrogant way, avoiding looking directly at her face.
He didn't want to be distracted by her... looks again.
She smiled softly.
"You wait. I back." and walked out of the tent
He watched as she left the tent and let out a sight of relief. It was hard to stare at her without feeling all that annoying sensations... He cursed himself again. It was true that she was a beautiful woman, maybe the most beautiful he had seen in his whole life, but he couldn't be thinking about women when he had a revenge to worry about. He shook the thoughts from his head and thought about the young girl who visited him instead. He felt so relieved after seeing that she was beginning to trust him... She was really adorable. He hoped she would visit him more times. Maybe she could distract him from thinking about Ishizu... He sighed again and waited for Ishizu to come back.
Not too long after that Ishizu returned holding in her arms a loaf of corn-bread and a bowl of thick, red soup for him and one for herself and knelt close to him smiling softly and giving him one bowl.
"Here..." She said smiling kindly
He grunted and took the bowl with the soup and started eating. He took a piece of the corn bread and dove it the soup and ate it. The soup had a spicy flavor and it was burning a little his mouth, but he didn't mind it and continued eating.
She was eating with him occasionally smiling seeing him eating. The fact that he did so was a good sign to her. It meant that he had no issues with his health and that the treatment was successful. He would soon be able to walk around on his own without feeling much pain and without the great danger of his wounds re-open easily.
When he finished eating, he cleaned himself and asked for water, since his mouth was still burning a little because of the peppers in the soup.
She nodded her head and offered him the flask once more.
He took the flask and drank all the water that was still inside it and handed it back to her, still avoiding looking at her directly.
"Thank you." He answered in his usual cold tone.
He really wanted to not show any emotion in front of her. He knew she liked him, so he hoped that, by acting emotionless towards her would make her realize he wasn't interested on her, even though - and he hated to admit it to himself - he did find her kind of... attractive... But she could never learn that! It could give her false hope and he really hated it.
She smiled and took the flask back also gathering the clay plates from the floor and from near him, taking them to the other side of her tent to keep them there so she could wash them later. She smiled at him as she approached him and kneeled beside the mattress again.
"Now okay?" She asked him, since she couldn't yet ask him in a full sentence in his language if he needed anything else
He blinked a few times, as if he was thinking of an answer. Well, she had already checked his wounds, he had already eaten and drank. There wasn't anything else he needed besides a good rest. He then nodded quietly.
"Yes. Well...Huh... Thanks..." He thanked her, a bit awkwardly.
She nodded back smiling. She fixed his small pillow a little and helped him lie down softly so he wouldn't hurt himself in the process (it was just a precaution, not really that she expected for him to hurt himself since he seemed out of danger now)
and she slowly and carefully covered his body with the blanket up to his chest.
Seth lied down in the mattress again with her help. He didn't complain, since he was too tired and only wanted to rest, so he straightened himself in the mattress and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
She went to the fire in order to pour the ashes all around so the coals would remain lit in the night but not so much, so the warmth wouldn't go away...and she started gathering the last things for her too to retire for the night...
Okay everyone. I have yet another chapter from the Western Yu-Gi-Oh roleplay with AnaPaulaDBZ (on DeviantArt)
So...a lot of sweetness happens here! And Ishizu might cause embarassing feelings to Seth but at least Seth now finally admits to himself that he feels attraction to her! Hehehehehe! That's something I suppose!
And yes here is a sweet scene with a little Indian girl! That is why I named it "light of hope" because theoretically there is another person in the village that likes Seth or at least is not afraid of him!
Aww Seth is sweet with children! Oh and whan Ishizu tried to tell him is that he himself saved his life with his will to survive. More or less she tells him that it was his will to live that saved his life and not her treatment alone.
The little girl's name was inspired by Pokahontas's name in Disney movie
Seth's diary was an idea we both had! It was inspired by "The Last Samurai" movie to which Algrain keeps notes to his diary. This diary is an important part of the plot cause it will allow us do some timeskips
Seth McLeach AnaPaulaDBZ
Ishizu katerinaaqu
Nakoma katerinaaqu
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