Authors note; Hey guys. Sorry for taking so long to update. The romance progress so far is not a lot at all, but my idea for this is to go slowly. Thanks to everyone who has read my story so far and has reviewed and made favourite's, much appreciated. Please review. Enjoy!
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Chapter nine
First bond
We had been travelling for a few more days, but still found nothing. The weather had become terrible over the last few days and it just wasn't clearing up. The sky was blocked with clouds but it hadn't rained once. Hansel and I still weren't talking much. He was losing his smile and his patience, but the worst part was, was that he was getting so worried that it was affecting him physically. I was even angrier with myself for causing him such pain. I didn't actually know why the thought of him being in pain didn't fit well with me, but I didn't want to go into it. We did exchange words at times but generally we didn't speak.
I looked to my left where Hansel walked and I felt a strange feeling surge through me – one I wasn't used to and didn't recognise. He was in pain, physical pain and it showed in his eyes, his face, his body. I knew he was in pain. I stopped walking, as did he. He looked at me with his pain filled blue eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine. You aren't though." I said.
"I'm perfectly fine." He lied. He turned around and continued walking.
"I'm not stupid, neither am I blind nor am I thick." He stopped walking, but didn't turn.
"I know, I can see, that you're in pain. This stress and worry isn't good for your body Hansel. You need to rest."
"I need to find my sister." He said and walked on.
"Hansel!" I called, but he ignored me. "Your sister is as good as dead if you're dead." He stopped walking and turned to face me. He had a hard, angry expression on his face.
"Don't you dare use that excuse to get your way. You don't want to get on my bad side." He warned.
"You want to fight me Hansel? Go ahead. You are in no condition to walk, let alone fight." I motioned for him to come for me. "Let's see if I'm wrong." I motioned for him to come closer again to taunt him. It seemed that I knew just how to make him angry. He came for me. His movements were stiff from pain – as much as he tried to hide it – and his moves were anticipated. I moved to the left where he ran passed me – his reflexes not too fast from his physical weakness. I turned to face him when he came for me again. He was fast, but not fast enough to catch me. I moved away again, but this time he reached out his hand for me.
His finger tips grazed my arm before I hit his hand away. His reflexes were a little faster and he was behind me as I straightened up. I kicked my leg back and got his stomach. He shuffled back from the force and hit a tree. Before his could move, I threw my knife between his legs, not even touching his pants. He looked down at the blade and looked up in time to see me directly in front of him.
"My point exactly. The fight didn't even last for a few minutes. Your reflexes are slow, you are weak, you are stiff, you are tired and you are in pain. I suggest that in order to heal, you rest and listen to me. I might not have lived with anyone for many years, but I know what I'm talking about." I said and took the knife away. I turned and started walking.
"Who said this fight was over?" I stopped and turned.
"I did. If you managed to even grip me during our small fight, I would let you object, but the fact is, is that you barely grazed my clothes." I answered. He kept quiet. We set up camp there and didn't say a word to each other for a long period of time. After dinner he fell asleep and I kept watch. Night had fallen and the wind started to blow with high strength. I could feel a storm coming on soon and it was going to be a big one. We had to get to shelter. I looked around for a possible place of safe shelter. At that thought, I spotted a cave a while toward the mountains and hills.
I went over to Hansel and tried to wake him up.
"Hansel." I said. Nothing.
"Hansel." I said a little louder. Nothing.
"Hansel!" I yelled. He jolted awake and looked at me first with confusion and then with irritation.
"What?" He demanded. I ignored him.
"We need to move."
"Why? It's dark and it's dangerous." He snapped.
"Would you rather die from the storm that is about to hit?" I asked. He looked around and was silent for a moment. He then got up stiffly and we packed up. We made our way to the cave by the mountains and it started raining. It felt like a long walk – which it was – and but the time we got there, both of us were drenched. The storm started a few minutes after we got into the cave. After a while, we managed to light a fire and we sat around it, in hopes of getting dry and keeping warm. Hansel started shivering.
"Take your jacket and shirt off." I said without looking up from the fire. He stopped moving and looked at me in shock. Looking up at him and seeing his expression, I rolled my grey and blue eyes.
"I'm not going to rape you. The drying process is faster if your clothes are off, but since I'm not going to tell you to take all of it off, the least you could do it remove your top layers." I explained. He remained frozen.
"Oh for goodness sake Hansel. Just do it. I'm not going to look." I said and turned my back to him. He hesitated but removed his top layers. In a short moment, his chest was bare. I turned back to the fire and found myself drying faster than he was. I cold but not to the point of shivering the way Hansel was. He sat by the fire across from me. I pressed my legs against my chest and rested my head on my knees as I kept my eyes on the fire in front of me. Painful memories surfaced into my mind as I stared into the flames.
"Rose?" I didn't answer him.
"Rose?" He said again. There was silence again and a long pause.
"I often think about the day my sister and I fought our first witch, the day we became witch hunters, and I fear not having my sister, because she is all I have." He said. I looked up at him and I saw him through the flames.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. He took a deep breath and looked into the fire.
"I figured that, if I don't get back to my sister, someone might as well know."
I looked back into the flames and considered his words. I had never actually considered things in that way.
"We will get back to Gretel. You will have your happy family again." I promised.
"And if we don't?" He enquired.
"I'm going to throw my knife at you if you think like that." I warned. He didn't seem fazed.
"You know as well as I do that there is a high possibility."
"I know." I sighed. We stared back into the fire and there was silence for a long while.
"I've haven't had family or friends in more than 12 years." I said. He didn't ask questions – as I didn't want to be asked. We sat there for a long time, just staring into the flames and being dried by the heat.
Authors note; I found that cute. Just a slight bond, and a small moment of a little bit of truth. Tell me what you guys think. Enjoy!
