Kindred Spirits-Part 2
Siegfried awoke, his entire body aching, his senses dull, and only faintly aware of the fact that he was conscious. His head rolled to one side and the first thing he saw was a fire. 'Hell,' he thought as tears welled up in his eyes. 'I'm in Hell. I failed and now I must pay for it.'
It wasn't until Siegfried felt something cool on his forehead did he remove his eyes from the fire. He looked up and saw a young woman placing a damp rag on his forehead. "If this is Hell," he muttered softly, "then you must be an angel." Even though his vision was still slightly blurred, Siegfried could see how beautiful she was. She had pale skin and dark eyes. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing and tied in a high ponytail.
Taki did not know what he meant by Hell, but she had heard of angels before. Beautiful beings, saviours of lives. She couldn't help but smile. "You're awake, I see."
Siegfried's vision came into focus and he now recognized the woman before him as Taki, the demon huntress who had defeated him in battle. At first he was confused. Why didn't she let him die? Why had she saved him? He tried to gather his thoughts. "W-where am I?" It was all he could say.
Taki stood up and walked to the fire. "The Wastelands. I bandaged your wound, so you should probably live if you don't get sick." She paused. "I'm sorry for attacking you earlier," she said sadly. "I was too quick to judge. I thought you wanted Soul Edge for some evil purpose. When I saw the tears you shed, I knew I was mistaken. Something about you told me that it wasn't the search for Soul Edge you lost, but something else." Taki was only telling half of the truth but she wasn't quite ready to tell this boy Siegfried about him being in her dream. She decided to wait and see if she had made the right choice.
Siegfied nodded. "Thank you." He looked up from his bed roll at Taki. A smirk played across his face as he was able to see the full scope of her beauty. She was sitting by the fire and had taken off her shoulder plates, gauntlets, tabai boots, and her mask. She was thin with long, shapely legs and a curvy figure. Her ample bossom rose sightly as she took a deep breath in. Her face and dark brown was set with sadness and what Siegfried guessed was loneliness. Her pale lips remained still and her raven black hair flowed slightly in a passing breeze. Siegfried was tempted for a moment to reach out and untie Taki's ponytail, to run his fingers through her hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. He tried to sit up. He became aware that his shoulder was heavily bandaged and the only thing he was wearing were the black drawstring braies (AN: Braies are cheap pants in medieval and Renaissance days, btw) he wore under his armor. His shoulder began seering in pain and he let out a small yelp.
Taki was immediately at his side. "You need to rest. You're lucky to be alive." She placed one hand on his good shoulder and the other on his chest and gently eased him down. Her mind kept distractedly wandering to the strange contrast of his skin, which was soft and smooth when compared to his rock hard muscles. Now that she wasn't trying to doctor his wound, Taki noticed for the first time how powerfully built he was. It was obvious from the way he handled his immense sword that he had trained for pure strength and not size. She also noticed several scars crossing his body. Some of them were painful to just look at. She took a second while he wasn't looking to admire his handsome face. One of his hazel eyes was covered by his long blonde hair. Taki felt a strong desire to brush away the hair so she could see both of his strong hazel eyes.
Siegfried sighed. He tried to keep his thoughts straight but his mind kept reminding him of how soft Taki's hands were. Siegfried looked back up at her worried face and smiled. "Again, thank you. I apologize for earlier. I think I should have held back. I really didn't want to hurt you. Just stop you."
Taki just smiled back "It's alright. The few injuries I got were nothing. They'll heal quickly." Siegfried seemed so genuinely sorry, she didn't dare tell him anything contrary to what she just said. In reality, the cut on her arm wasn't too bad, but the kick had badly bruised her chest and it would take a lot of time to heal properly. "You better get some rest. I was about to go to sleep myself after I finished making sure you were alright."
Siegfried nodded. "Yes, yes. I suppose we'll have time to talk in morning." He slipped again into blissful slumber with a smile on his handsome face.
Taki watched him as she crawled into her bed roll. She was almost certain that Siegfried was the boy from her dreams. There were still doubts lurking in the corners of her mind, but right now she was too tired to pay attention to them. As she drifted to sleep, the heavens looked down upon two young people and smiled that Fate was finally bringing them together.
Stay tuned for Part 3 of Kindred Spirits as the heart-warming conclusion takes place.
Siegfried awoke, his entire body aching, his senses dull, and only faintly aware of the fact that he was conscious. His head rolled to one side and the first thing he saw was a fire. 'Hell,' he thought as tears welled up in his eyes. 'I'm in Hell. I failed and now I must pay for it.'
It wasn't until Siegfried felt something cool on his forehead did he remove his eyes from the fire. He looked up and saw a young woman placing a damp rag on his forehead. "If this is Hell," he muttered softly, "then you must be an angel." Even though his vision was still slightly blurred, Siegfried could see how beautiful she was. She had pale skin and dark eyes. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing and tied in a high ponytail.
Taki did not know what he meant by Hell, but she had heard of angels before. Beautiful beings, saviours of lives. She couldn't help but smile. "You're awake, I see."
Siegfried's vision came into focus and he now recognized the woman before him as Taki, the demon huntress who had defeated him in battle. At first he was confused. Why didn't she let him die? Why had she saved him? He tried to gather his thoughts. "W-where am I?" It was all he could say.
Taki stood up and walked to the fire. "The Wastelands. I bandaged your wound, so you should probably live if you don't get sick." She paused. "I'm sorry for attacking you earlier," she said sadly. "I was too quick to judge. I thought you wanted Soul Edge for some evil purpose. When I saw the tears you shed, I knew I was mistaken. Something about you told me that it wasn't the search for Soul Edge you lost, but something else." Taki was only telling half of the truth but she wasn't quite ready to tell this boy Siegfried about him being in her dream. She decided to wait and see if she had made the right choice.
Siegfied nodded. "Thank you." He looked up from his bed roll at Taki. A smirk played across his face as he was able to see the full scope of her beauty. She was sitting by the fire and had taken off her shoulder plates, gauntlets, tabai boots, and her mask. She was thin with long, shapely legs and a curvy figure. Her ample bossom rose sightly as she took a deep breath in. Her face and dark brown was set with sadness and what Siegfried guessed was loneliness. Her pale lips remained still and her raven black hair flowed slightly in a passing breeze. Siegfried was tempted for a moment to reach out and untie Taki's ponytail, to run his fingers through her hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. He tried to sit up. He became aware that his shoulder was heavily bandaged and the only thing he was wearing were the black drawstring braies (AN: Braies are cheap pants in medieval and Renaissance days, btw) he wore under his armor. His shoulder began seering in pain and he let out a small yelp.
Taki was immediately at his side. "You need to rest. You're lucky to be alive." She placed one hand on his good shoulder and the other on his chest and gently eased him down. Her mind kept distractedly wandering to the strange contrast of his skin, which was soft and smooth when compared to his rock hard muscles. Now that she wasn't trying to doctor his wound, Taki noticed for the first time how powerfully built he was. It was obvious from the way he handled his immense sword that he had trained for pure strength and not size. She also noticed several scars crossing his body. Some of them were painful to just look at. She took a second while he wasn't looking to admire his handsome face. One of his hazel eyes was covered by his long blonde hair. Taki felt a strong desire to brush away the hair so she could see both of his strong hazel eyes.
Siegfried sighed. He tried to keep his thoughts straight but his mind kept reminding him of how soft Taki's hands were. Siegfried looked back up at her worried face and smiled. "Again, thank you. I apologize for earlier. I think I should have held back. I really didn't want to hurt you. Just stop you."
Taki just smiled back "It's alright. The few injuries I got were nothing. They'll heal quickly." Siegfried seemed so genuinely sorry, she didn't dare tell him anything contrary to what she just said. In reality, the cut on her arm wasn't too bad, but the kick had badly bruised her chest and it would take a lot of time to heal properly. "You better get some rest. I was about to go to sleep myself after I finished making sure you were alright."
Siegfried nodded. "Yes, yes. I suppose we'll have time to talk in morning." He slipped again into blissful slumber with a smile on his handsome face.
Taki watched him as she crawled into her bed roll. She was almost certain that Siegfried was the boy from her dreams. There were still doubts lurking in the corners of her mind, but right now she was too tired to pay attention to them. As she drifted to sleep, the heavens looked down upon two young people and smiled that Fate was finally bringing them together.
Stay tuned for Part 3 of Kindred Spirits as the heart-warming conclusion takes place.