Wow, I can't believe how great things are going with this story. I've already got the next few chapters planned out. All I have to do is sit down and write them. I hope I'm not confusing anyone with all the Japanese, if I did I'm sorry. But I did put the translations at the end. Anyways, so here's the final part of chapter eight. (I hope...) Just kidding. It is. After this is done we'll be seeing Chris again.
...Chapter Eight...
...part three...
Becca sprinted full out following the demonic aura to Ash's warehouse. Her determination to save those innocent children overriding her fear. She knew Isamu's words could possibly come true, but she had to try. Sensing a demon she slowed to a walk. Pulling her mask on. She approached the corner of the building and looked around. A demon was standing guard at the main entrance. Using her knowledge of demons she knew if she took him out someone would know and that would have them coming down on her. Something she didn't need. She scanned the area for another entrance. Her gaze stopped on a fire escape, then moved to the building next to it. She made a rough calculation of the gap between them, then turned from the corner to find a different, darker route to the neighboring building. Moving from one dark alleyway to another until she reached her destination. Looking up at the tall building she found what she needed.
She glanced around to make sure she was alone then made her way over to the dumpster located beneath the ladder she need to climb. Pulling herself up onto the lid she reached for the ladder and began her climb. Moving at a fast pace, reaching the top the lifted her leg over the edge and stood on the roof, then made her way to the other side and looked down upon the warehouse. She noted there were no guards on the roof and was glad. Her gaze traveled to the fire escape she needed.
The gap between the two buildings wasn't that large. 'If I jump I risk breaking something,' she looked at her bow, 'It's not long enough to use to volt across. Maybe if I can find something...' her thoughts trailed off as she scanned the rooftop for a poll or something that would of use. Finding only a rope she picked it up and moved back to the edge, her eyes scanned the other roof again. A smile spread across her face as she quickly formulated a plan. Pulling an arrow from the Quiver on her back, she tied one end of the rope securely to the arrow, then removed the Yumi from her shoulder, loaded the arrow, pulled it taught, took aim, and let it fly.
The arrow zoomed across the gap and embedded itself into the side of the warehouse. Pleased with her work, Becca took the other end of the rope and tied it off on a nearby poll. Returning the Yumi to her shoulder she removed the wakizashi from her belt, a memory from one of her lessons flashed through her mind.
"Most question the strength of this sword mainly b/c of its size. But have no doubts, this blade is just as strong as any katana and the scabbard is as equally strong. With this scabbard you could shield/block any attack from a bladed weapon and it would take no damage from the fight," Isamu said handing her the small weapon.
'If its strong enough to use as a shield, then it's strong enough to hold my weight,' she thought climbing on the lip of the rooftop, placing the wakizashi over the rope taking a strong hold on each end of the scabbard then leaned forward. She zipped across the gap quickly and landed silently on the platform of the fire escape. Pulling the sword from it's sheath she sliced the rope and it fell into the shadows. Returning the blade to its home she placed it back on her belt and went to the window opening it, careful not to make any noise. Glancing into the room first, before climbing in and closing the window. She glided lightly across the floor, listening intently for any signs of movement as she pulled the door open. Sticking her head out, she took in her surroundings. A long hallway lay to her left and a closed window to the right.
Stepping out into the hall she quietly closed the door behind her, then moved down the hall, her steps light. A little ways down she heard voices coming her way, she quickly ducked into the nearest door and found herself looking at flights of stairs. 'Just what I needed,' she thought as she descended the stairs carefully, running down them. Taking in the number as she went she was glad that she had been wearing the jika-tabi that Isamu had given her instead of the traditional tabi socks and geta. Nearing the end of the last flight she slowed and went to the door. Looking through the glass she saw two demons shimmer out of the room.
Cautiously she opened the door and entered the room. Scanning the area with her eyes and her senses she found Ash two rooms from where she stood. Taking a deep breath she moved forward, her footsteps falling light, yea deliberate as she made her way to the main room. She was sure to push away all negative thoughts, all doubts, and all her fears, everything that would hinder her in battle. She focused on keeping her steps light and her breathing even.
Becca soon found herself standing before the door that would lead her to Ash. Shrugging off her Yumi, she reached back pulling another arrow and setting it before she opened the door. She didn't even bother closing it behind her as she moved into the room. She found Ash standing before what she assumed was his new recruits. Her eyes scanned over the group and spotted someone she'd hoped that she wouldn't see. Luke was standing among the group but he, she noticed, was the only one bound. She looked to the person holding his leash and could sense a faint demonic aura, she guess he had once been a recruit and had already started training, started to turn. She moved her gaze back to Ash and raised her bow taking aim. She knew what she was about to do was insane; she knew she should just kill him while his back was turned, but she couldn't. There would be no honor in the kill, (Japanese culture had really rubbed off on her) and furthermore she wanted to see the face of the demon that killed her grandmother.
Taking in a breath she spoke in a raised voice, almost shouting, "Oni!" Everyone's attention was drawn to her, she ignored all but Ash.
Upon hearing her voice he had spun around to face the intruder. His eyes narrowed, taking in her appearance and possibly sensing for her powers. When he realized what she was, his eyes widened for a brief moment before returning to normal, "Que voulez-vous?"
Becca held her form as she ordered calmly and firmly, "Release them!" changing her voice so that Luke would not recognize her.
Ash stared at her a moment then laughed, "And if I don't?" he asked in a French accent.
In response she pulled the bow taught, "You will die," she stated simply.
He laughed again shaking his head. A demon appeared between them and moved to attack her.
Becca released the string. The arrow soared through the air and pierced through the demons flesh to his heart before it began to glow. Seconds later the demon exploded. After releasing the first arrow Becca loaded another, aimed and let go. The arrow flew through the remains of the recently vanquished demon and hit its target in the shoulder.
As growled as he took hold of the arrow in his shoulder and pulled it out, snapping it then throwing it to the ground.
Becca chanced a glance to the kids and saw the young demon preparing to throw a dagger her way. She quickly loaded her bow, aimed, and shot. The arrow pinning his raised arm to the wall behind him. Turning from him she had just enough time to block an attack from Ash's katana with her bow, she quickly pushed him away with all her strength sending him back a few feet. This gave her enough time to load another arrow and fire again. This time embedding into his arm.
Again he removed it and threw it to the ground in pieces, "Haven't you learned miko? Your arrows do not work on me," he stated.
Ignoring his words she loaded another arrow, pulled, released. Again and again and again, she repeated the action until he was pinned to the wall behind him by the four arrows. Using this time she loaded another and turned it on Luke, taking aim, she released. The ropes that bound him dropping to the floor, freeing him, "Get the others and get out," she commanded before turning back to Ash.
Luke did as she said and led the others to the exit.
Ash had managed to free himself in a matter of minutes and was advancing on her, "You'll pay for that," he said attacking, slicing her bow in two with the force of his blade.
Becca jumped away quickly pulling her own katana from her side and was ready when he attacked again. She blocked each attack effortlessly. She mentally thanked Isamu for his teachings as she fended off another of his attacks.
Realizing he wasn't going to get inside her defenses using his blade he tried a different tactic. He slowly backed off lowering his weapon, watching her.
She stood unmoving, watching him. She knew what he was doing. She had trained for this very thing long and hard with Isamu and Lady Kyoto. He was waiting for her to grow impatient or for her to loose her focus, neither of which she would do.
The two stared each other down for over half an hour. Each refusing to be the first to look away.
Finally tired of waiting Ash spoke raising his sword once more, "Are you not tired young miko? You've been standing there holding that heavy sword for a while now, do you need a break?" Hoping to make her loose her focus.
However Becca did not answer, she remained in a defensive position.
Seeing as that didn't work he tried again, "Come now, surely you don't think that your strong enough to defeat me. Though I must say, I'm surprised that you've lasted this long."
Once again she did not answer.
Ash's face contorted in rage as he grew tired of waiting. He launched forward bringing his sword down for a killing blow.
Becca jumped back a little to block it and sent him flying back.
Landing on his feet he charged again.
Standing her ground Becca waited 'til he was on her before ducking and sweeping his legs out from under him.
Ash fell to the ground, katana flying up out of his hands as he landing flat on his back.
Instantly Becca held the blade of her katana to his throat and caught his sword with her other hand holding it down as well, glaring at him, daring him to move. She went to make the killing blow, when he started laughing, "I see nothing humorous about this situation, I see no reason why you should be laughing when you face death," she spoke moving both blades closer making a thin line appear on either side of his neck.
"You will not kill me," he said still laughing.
Becca moved both blades closer, "Oh really? And what makes you think I wont?" she asked.
"B/c of this," he said turning his head slightly before speaking in his native tongue, "Apportez-le dedans!" he shouted.
Glancing to the door she saw two demons ushering in a injured young man. Looking back to Ash once to make sure he hadn't moved she tightened the blades before turning back to get a good look at the guy. Her eyes widened behind her mask, "Shimatta!" she muttered loud enough for Ash to hear. Realizing that despite her efforts he had tricked her. She looked to Ash glaring at him, "Kon'aro."
"Now, is there any need for naming calling?" he asked lightly.
She dug the blades deeper, "Let him go," she demanded, "Now!"
Ash raised a brow, despite the pain it caused him he made a signal to the demons and they both poised their weapons at the young man. One at his neck the other in his back.
"He's just a kid, let him go!" she demanded digging it further.
"Go ahead kill me," he said, "but just so you know they have strict orders to kill all prisoners upon my demise."
Looking to them again she saw the guy arch his back and knew the demon had pressed it against him. She tried to come up with a way to kill Ash and the other demons and save Luke, but found nothing. Realizing she was stuck, there was no other way out she cursed herself for being an idiot, 'Damn it. I have no choice,' she angrily moved the blades away from the demons throat in defeat.
Ash stood smoothly and reached for his katana.
Becca drew it away holding hers at him, "Let him go, first!" she demanded sending him an icy glare.
"You have no more power here," he said stepping forward to take his blade.
When he made for it she threw it hard enough for it to embed itself into the floor behind her making it so that if he went to retrieve it he'd be killed, "Let him go!" she demanded pressing her blade into his shoulder letting her powers wash over it and burn him.
Ash stepped back raising a brow, then shimmered out and shimmered in behind her grabbing up his sword to attack her.
Becca spun blocking the attack and shifter her wait to send him to the floor, she pinned him with foot holding the blade just above his heart, "I said let him go!" she repeated. When he made no move to give his orders she used her powers and lashed out burning him again. She turned to find the demons holding look loosen their grips on him and start toward her. She quickly drew her wakizashi and held it out daring them to come closer. She saw Luke, who was now free, remove his bounds and look to her. She tilted her head signaling for him to run, she watched him hesitate for a moment. She threw the wakizashi at the demon nearest to him and his exit and it exploded as it embedded into his heart, causing the other demon to charge her in rage. As he did so she yelled for Luke to run. Before the demon had a chance to turn to look she removed her blade from Ash to him, running him through. She glanced in his direction and saw he'd did as she'd said. A minute later she was being pushed forward and landed on the floor. She turned to see Ash standing over her in the same fashion she'd done to him. Except she was smarter, she kicked his sword sending it into the air then rolled away as Ash had turned his attention to the blade.
She rolled to where the wakizashi had fallen and gathered it up as she stood. Katana in one hand and it in the other she stood waiting for Ash to attack her again. But it never came. Instead she felt a burning pain in her side, she dropped the wakizashi, holding firmly onto her katana she gritted her teeth and brought it around her in a circular motion taking out the two demons that had shimmered in behind her, "Ever heard of fighting fair?" she asked Ash.
"I'm a demon, we don't fight fair," he retorted as he charged her.
She moved pasted the pain in her side, raising her katana to block his. Pushing him back, "I thought samurai's were supposed to fight with honor. How is it honorable to fight someone three to one? I think you're simply afraid of losing to a woman."
Rage flashed in his eyes, "I fear nothing!" he snapped.
"Then why not fight me alone and prove it?" she asked as more demons appeared in the room.
"Fine," he snapped, "No one interfere. She is mine."
Becca prepared herself for his attack, when it came full force she was barely able to fend it off. Pushing him back the best she could she attacked.
The two fought back and forth for another half hour. With every minute Becca became weaker and weaker due to the blood loss. The wound in her side was throbbing at every attack, every block she did.
Ash sensing her loss of strength gathered his own ready for the final blow, the one that would end her life. Once he had he charged forward brought the katana up in one swift movement then brought it down in an arch.
Drawing up all her miko powers Becca raised her blade with the last of her strength blocking it. When he backed away in shock at her ability to have been able to block his attack, she dropped the katana unable to hold it anymore and fell to her knees holding her side. Her vision began to blur, she was seeing spots. Taking deep breaths she tried to regain her senses. She was finally able to force away the spots and blurred vision, but was unable to do anything about the pain. She watched as Ash knelt before her and tensed when he raised his hands to her removing her mask. She glared at him with pure hatred. She had failed. After all those years of seeking him out to kill him, she had failed, "Just go ahead and kill me. You won," she snapped.
Ash placed her mask on the floor beside him, "I won on a technicality. I think I'll keep you until you've regained your strength and we'll finish this," he told her.
Becca gave a short laugh, "So now you try to uphold your honor. I'd rather die."
Shaking his head he stood and motioned for two demons to help her, "Enlevez-lai."
Doing as they were ordered the two demons lifted her and carried her through the room through a doorway. That was the last thing she saw before she blacked out from the pain in her side and the blood loss.
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One week later
Becca raised her head from her chest with a groan, she had been sitting against the same wall with her hands shackled over her head for what she believed had been a week, it was hard to tell due to the fact that the dungeon she'd been placed in had no windows and if it had a clock there was no way to read it with the constant darkness of the place. Every muscle in her body ached from their limited use. Her arms were completely numb. The last time she'd been out of the cell was to use the restroom and that was a while back. They hadn't brought her food in a while either. She guessed that they probably forgot about her, or was actually going to let her die. She groaned at that thought, "If that's their plan I wish they'd just get it over with and not make me suffer," she said with a raspy voice. 'I could really use some food and water right about now,' she thought bitterly willing them to hear her, 'And I could really use a toilet too.'
As if they'd heard her thoughts the door opened, spilling very little light into the dungeon at the bottom of the stairs. A demon carrying a fire ball in his hand descended the flight of stairs leading to the cells below. The fire ball, however small in size gave off enough light to see, "The boss wants to see you," he told her through the bars on her cell.
Becca narrowed her eyes, trying to block out some of the harsh light, "What does he want now?" she asked realizing it was the only demon Ash had working for him that actually seemed slightly concerned with her treatment.
"Are you not hungry?" he simply asked.
She was about to say no when her stomach betrayed her, "A little," she answered.
The demon opened her cell and stepped in. Closing his fist to extinguish the fire ball he set to work unlocking her shackles. Once finished he reformed the fire ball in his palm.
Becca lowered her arms slowly, not wanting to pull any muscles. She flexed and stretched each muscle in her body carefully before even attempting to stand. She was grateful that this demon wasn't as pushy and rude like the others. Once the feeling had returned to her arms she used them in attempt to push herself up, but struggled to do so. They hadn't been used in so long they'd lost their strength.
Seeing her struggles the demon reached out a hand to help her and easily pulled her to her feet, giving her time to steady herself.
Becca gave him a grateful smile, though she didn't know if he cared or not. She stood a few moments on wobbly legs, slowly; hesitantly she began to walk around. Once she was sure she could manage the trip on her own she nodded to him.
Taking hold of her arm he guided her out of the cell and up the stairs. Led her through the halls, rooms, and on to the dining room, where Ash sat waiting.
Sending him an icy glare she remained standing beside the chair that the demon had lead her to.
Ash stood from his seat and walked toward her.
She had to fight the urge of jerking back to stand closer to the demon behind her, "Why have you brought me here?" she asked.
"To let you eat of course. From what I hear the last guard forgot to give you your meals yesterday, needless to say he was dealt with," he told her.
Becca merely crossed her arms, stating that she didn't care about what happened to the demon or any of the demons for that matter. The demon beside her guided her to sit and she did so without complaint. She sat watching as he pulled the dishes of food closer to her. From the corner of her eye she saw Ash standing there watching her, "Don't you have anything else better to do?" she snapped. She hated being watched.
He smirked, "As a matter of fact I do. So I'm sorry to say that I won't be joining you. Feel free to eat as much as you like. And once you're done Tatsuo will take you to have your wound cleaned and redressed," he said before shimmering out of the room.
That was the first time she'd ever heard the demons name. She turned to him, "Tatsuo? Is that you name?" she asked wanting to make sure it wasn't just a nickname.
The demon nodded, "Eat," he said crossing his arms to wait beside her.
Becca scowled and turned to the food sitting before her, she turned up her nose when the smell of fish made her stomach lurch. She fought the urge to vomit as she reached for it and turned to Tatsuo, "Could you get rid of this? It's making me loose my apatite."
Tatsuo gave her a funny look, "You don't eat fish?" he asked.
Becca shook her head quickly, "No, I hate it. The smell of it alone makes me want to puke."
Taking the dish he made it shimmer out then crossed his arms again.
"Thanks," she said before turning back to the other many delicious foods sitting on the table. So took large helpings of a few of them and ate.
An hour later she set back in her chair and sighed content. She hoped with the amount she ate if they forgot about her it would last a few days. Though she doubted that would happen after what Ash did to the last demon that didn't feed her.
"Are you finished?" he asked causing her to jump.
Becca jumped out of her chair and faced him, seeing who it was she scowled before grabbing her side and doubling over in pain, 'Damn it!' she thought as she pulled her hand away seeing blood staining it. The next thing she knew she was being lifted off the ground and carried into the hospital wing of the warehouse and placed on a bed. She looked up to see Tatsuo standing beside her bed with his arms crossed over his chest and then saw a small elderly woman rushing into the room with bandages. Becca closed her eyes trying to fight away the pain. She could hear the little woman humming softly, she didn't know if she was trying to sooth her or just simply humming happily while doing her work, either way it was lulling her to sleep. Then there was nothing but peace and darkness.
A few hours later she opened her eyes expecting to see the constant black abyss of the dungeon, but was instead greeted by tan walls and bright lights above her bed, 'Wait, bed?' she thought feeling the soft mattress beneath her body and the blankets draped over her. Unable to resist she sat up slowly and looked around, 'That's right,' remembering the events before she feel asleep, 'I'm in the hospital wing,' looking to her right she saw Tatsuo sitting in a chair his chin resting on his chest. She laughed at the site causing him to stir and look at her.
"The boss said for me to take you back down to the dungeon after you rested," he said standing.
"Did he say it had to be right away?" she asked.
He thought for a moment then shook his head, "I'll give you twenty minutes. Then I have to take you back."
She nodded in agreement and slowly stretched, careful not to open her wound again, "How bad was it?" she asked.
He raised his brow in response.
"My wound, how's it healing?" she continued, wondering how much longer she'd have to deal with the pain.
"The doctor said it would be a few days before it heals. As long as you take it easy," he relayed to her.
"That should be easy I'll be locked in a dungeon," she muttered swinging her legs over the bed wanting to walk around for a while before she was confined back to her cell, complete with shackles. She made a quick stop in the bathroom adjoining to the wing, then walked over to the window and looked out at the busy city below. She'd almost forgotten she was in a completely different country, though it did have similarities to her home. Leaning on the sill she placed her head in her hand and watched the people below. She wanted to take in as much as she could before she went back into the dark hell she'd been in. Before she knew it she heard Tatsuo clear his throat behind her. She nodded taking one last look at the city before turning and letting him lead her to the dungeon. She followed silently behind him through the many room, hallways, and then down the stairs.
Instead of leading her to her previous cell he led her into a different one. Becca looked around the cell and noticed that unlike her other one this one would allow her to move around a little instead of being in one spot. Instead of a single bolt with two cuffs, there was a single bold that had two chains dangling from it, each with enough length that she could stand and walk a short distance in each direction. It wasn't much, but it was better than having to be stuck like a fly in a spider web all day. She turned to find Tatsuo opening the cuffs hanging on the end of the chains.
"Come on," he said gesturing for her to sit.
She nodded and went over holding her hands out. Watching as he latched each one and stepped out of the cell locking it behind him. She watched him disappear up the stairs and heard, rather than saw the door closed. To release some pent up energy she paced back and forth as far she the chains would allow. Her thoughts turned to the ones of her friends. She felt dizzy all of a sudden, her head was pounding. Unable to stand she sat down and leaned against the wall pulling her knees up to her chest and propping her chained hands on them. She rested her head on her arms trying to push away the dizziness and pain, but to no avail. She merely fell into a deep sleep filled with memories rather than dreams.
"Hey!" a voice called across the street.
Becca looked over and saw Chris standing from the stoop of the manor and coming her way. She smiled, "Hey!" she called back.
Chris paused at the road, looking both ways before crossing to meet her, "Your up early for someone who drowned themselves in alcohol last night," he said standing in front of her.
Becca grimaced, "Yeah, don't remind me."
"So what are you doing up so early?" he asked.
She gave him a funny look, "I could ask you the same thing," she countered with a smirk.
Chris shrugged, "Wyatt," was all he said.
"Oh, yeah. Well I'm actually on my way to the airport," she said pointing in the direction of the place.
Confused he asked, "Why? You tired of this neighborhood already?"
She laughed, "No. I have some business to take care of," she looked at her watch, "And I'm afraid if I'm going to make my flight I need to be on my way. It could take a while getting past the security."
He nodded in understanding, then looked around, "You're walking there?" he asked surprised.
"Well yeah, it saves money," she said as she began walking away. To her surprise Chris followed.
Silence passed between the two as they continued down the street.
Unable to sate her curiosity as to why he was still beside her she said, "Chris can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he said glancing at her.
"Are you following me?" she asked cautiously.
"No. I just thought you'd like some company. It's a long walk."
Looking at him she could sense there was something else, but decided to drop it and offered, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," he shrugged, "So I take it your feeling better after last night that raspberry tea helped?"
'So that's it,' she thought with a slight chuckle, "Rosemary," she corrected, "and yes it helped. I feel just fine, thanks for asking."
"Ah...That's good," his voice trailed off.
Again silence passed. Becca merely looked ahead of her as they made their way to the airport. Glancing at the surroundings, she calculated it would take at least another twenty minutes before they reached their destination. She had just started descending into thoughts of home when Chris spoke.
"How well do you know that Luke guy?" he blurted after the long silence.
Becca stopped walking and stared at him in surprise.
Realizing she was no longer walking with him he stopped and looked at her, "What?"
"Why would you ask that?" she wondered aloud.
"Something he said last night...concerned me," he said hesitantly trying to think of how he should word his thoughts.
"What'd he say?" she asked walking to stand beside him.
"When he came to get me he said that he'd tried to get your information out of you so that he could take you home, but something didn't seem right. I'm not really sure if I'd trust him," he confessed.
"Oh," she said with a small smile, "No worries, he's a great guy. He really would've just escorted me home, just as you had. He wouldn't have done anything."
"Are you sure?" he asked, slowly taking a step forward to start walking again.
Becca followed his lead, "Yeah. He's really kind, even in my drunken state I heard the worry in his voice before he went to get you," she paused, "What were you doing there, anyway?" she asked finding it a bit ironic that he would be there when she needed help. 'Hell I'm lucky he was there,' she thought.
"Piper owns the club, so I'm there a pretty good bit," he said.
The memories, dream shifted...
Turning her gaze back to the window she said, "You don't have to wait with me. The attendant said it would only be half an hour until they got the plane ready for takeoff and it's been fifteen minutes already."
He didn't answer.
Turning from the window she moved to a near by bench to sit. Closing her eyes she leaned against the wall behind her. The long walk in the sun had drained most of her energy, she couldn't wait to get on the plane and take a nap. Her mind drifted into a haze and she slowly began dozing off.
Feeling something rub against her arm and feeling a thud on the bench beside her, her eyes shot open and she turned to see a little kid playing next to her. Taking a deep breath, she rose to her feet and went back to the window to make sure she stayed awake.
"What do you find so fascinating out there anyway?" Chris asked behind her right ear.
Becca jumped, she hadn't known he'd been standing there, having him so close was a little unnerving. Taking a deep breath to calm herself first, "Nothing really. I just have to find something to do so I can stay awake. The sun drained my energy on the way over here."
Chris moved to stand beside her, "I thought so," he said handing over a bottle of water, "Here, this should help."
She looked at the bottle a minute before taking it, "When did you get this? The last time I saw you, you were leaning against the column."
He smirked and turned his gaze out to the planes.
Scowling Becca opened the bottle and took a few sips before resealing it and tried handing it back to him.
"Keep it," he said not looking at her.
"But what about you? After I'm on the plane you'll have to walk back home. You need this more than I do, I can get something on the plane," she said still trying to give it to him.
Shaking his head he looked at her. He studied the determined look on her face, "I'll be fine," he said pushing her hand away, gently.
Her scowled faded as she felt her cheeks start tingling. She turned her gaze from his hand on hers to the window biting her bottom lip trying to fight away the blush that was about to surface.
"You look nervous," he commented removing his hand, "Have you never flown before?"
"I've flown a few times, but never in a bird this big and it was a long time ago," she admitted.
Chris smiled, "Bird huh?" she looked at him and nodded, he turned his gaze to look at one of the planes, "It isn't that bad. Once you get up there you'll be fine."
"I know," she said opening the water taking a long swig before replacing the top, "Thanks."
He nodded.
"Hey could I ask you to do something for me?" she said placing the water in a side pocket on her bag.
"Depends on what you ask," he told her crossing his arms comfortably over her chest.
"I'll be gone a while, I was wondering if you could gather my papers and put them on the porch for me. I don't want them to get wet while I'm gone, if it rains. I'd ask you to throw them away but I'd like to keep them and read them when I get back. That way I can see what all I missed," she added with a shrug, "That is if you don't mind."
Chris pretended to think for a moment, "I think I could do that."
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Four days later
Hearing the door open Becca lifted her head and opened her eyes to see who it was. She watched as three demons entered the area, through hazy vision she noticed that two of them were dragging something, or rather someone, into a cell directly across from hers. Whoever it was wasn't putting up a fight. 'Must be knocked out,' she thought even with the disorientation of her mind. She watched as they bound the person to the wall and heard, rather than saw, them leave. The two were laughing and the third simply followed them out slamming the door behind him. As the sound carried through the room her head starting pounding. Her body was sore from having slept for so long, she didn't even know what day it was. She'd been in and out of it since they brought her back from the hospital wing when she'd reopened her wound. She closed her eyes again and welcomed the black abyss of sleep.
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Well that's the end of chapter eight, completely. I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks to those of you that reviewed!
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Japanese words:
Yumi: Longbow
wakizashi: Small Sword
Jika-tabi: heavy duty footwear worn in Japan. Mostly worn by ninja and samurai.
tabi socks: Traditional Japanese socks.
Geta: a form of Japanese footwear that resembles both clogs and flip-flops.
Oni: Demon
Shimatta: Damn it! (Slang)
Kon'aro: You bastard. (Slang)
Tatsuo: Dragon man
French Words: (even though I don't think there was that many of them in here shrug)
Que voulez-vous? - What do you want?
Apportez-le dedans! - Bring him in!
Enlevez-lai. - Take her away.
Phew! That was crazy. Well off to start on the next chapter. Don't forget to R&R!!!