1.1 Part Eight: You're a what?
Disclaimer: Me no own Escaflowne! Get it through your head!
Sharra started to struggle again as soon as he put her down on the hard ground of the thieves "camp." "Why are you doing this, you brute? We didn't do anything to you and you killed my friend!"
The leader grinned, that annoying, extremely sexy grin, (no! Don't think of him as sexy, he's not, he's evil and rude and he killed Chris!) She glared at him when he simply shrugged and gestured to his men.
"Don't worry luv," he said in his strange accent. It was almost like the soft accent's of Fanelia, but it seemed rougher, sexier. (Did I not just say that I wasn't going to think of him as sexy?)
"Your husband there will be fine, Nate will fix him up just great."
"He's not my hus…" Sharra realised her mistake, if this crude man thought that Chris was her husband, he would leave her alone! Damn, she blew it big this time.
"Not your husband, eh?" The thief's grin grew wider as he studied her with an intensity that made her blush. "You just his doxy then?"
"Doxy?! Well, I never, how dare you!" Sharra drew herself up and gave herself the regal air that she never wanted to have. "I'll have you know, sir, that I am most definitely not a, a doxy!"
"Then what are you, pet?"
"I'm a…. peasant!" There, she decided, a peasant is safe to say.
"A peasant? What's your name?"
"Sharra."
"Well, Miss. Sharra," The thief smiled, causing another flutter in her chest. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, the name is Orian, Orian the bastard."
Sharra gasped, causing Orian to grin even harder. This priss, realised who her captors were eh? Very interesting, he had heard that they were well known, but not in the better circles. Strange. He didn't believe for a second that she was peasant. She was too refined, to posh, probably a cousin or something of some big person, not really royalty or anything, but high enough on the food chain to act better than everyone lower then them.
"O – Orian the bastard? You are him?" Sharra stammered and started to back away. "Wh- What do you want with me?"
Orian laughed, "I thought we told you that already luv."
Sharra became angry, "You can have all the money that I have, which isn't a lot, and as you can see, I don't have any jewels, but if you think that you can even try to take my, my undergarments, you have another thing coming!" She turned to walk away but then felt a hand on her shoulders.
"Didn't ye hear me the first time, luv?" A deceptively soft voice whispered in her ear, "She felt herself tremble. He felt it too and continued with a smile. "Your friend turned his back on me too, and look where that got him." He whirled her around and loomed dangerously closer, "You wouldn't want to upset me even more would you pet?" He touched his cheek, where a bruise was starting to form; "I am injured after all."
Sharra scoffed, "Not as badly as Chris!"
"It was a fair fight."
"You stabbed him in the back!"
"It was his fault! He was the one who turned away, you don't do that in a fight, you stupid bit!"
"Don't call me stupid!" Sharra was screaming now, and most of the thieves were watching with interest.
"Yeh listen to me, Miss. Priss, this is my camp, my men and yeh don't rule the roost here!" Orian was loosing his temper too, something he rarely did. You could tell when he did; he reverted back to an even rougher accent. "Yeh are going to do what I say, and I am going to call yeh whatever I damn well want to!"
She slapped him then, a loud sound filled the air, everything was silent, even the thieves had stopped talking in shock as they saw their leaders head fly to one side. He stood there for a minute, a red mark already appearing on his cheek. Sharra put one hand over her mouth in surprise, she had not meant to do that at all. Orian looked back at her, his eyes cold and hard. He grabbed on of her arms and half dragged her to a small tent.
"What are you doing?" Sharra asked as she was shoved into the tiny living area.
"You are going to stay here, until you can control your tongue and your hand," Orian was calm but Sharra could tell that he was holding it back. "If I see you out of here for any reason at all, I will personally beat you myself!"
Sharra looked shocked as he assigned a man he called 'Dave' to watch over her.
"You can't do this to me!"
"Just watch me," he growled, as he made his way through a few of his laughing men.
"Get back to work yeh bloomin' fools!"
Chris woke up with a blinding headache and a pain in his shoulder. "What the hell happened to me?" He said as he tried to get up.
"Sit down specs, I've a few questions that I want answers to."
Chris sat down again, and looked into the thief leader's face. "What?"
"Well, first of all, no hard feelings or anything about the shoulder. Yeh turned you back, it was a stupid move."
Chris rolled his shoulder; he winced at the pain, "So that was your dagger huh?"
The thief grinned, "Yeah,"
"I suppose you missed, you only hit my shoulder."
"Didn't miss, bloke, if I wanted to kill you, You'd be dead." There was a hidden meaning in that phrase, one that Chris took as a challenge, being the smart man that he was, he backed down.
"I understand, it's no problem, never been stabbed before, interesting experience."
The grin widened, "I know the feeling, interesting, but not at all pleasant. I suppose I should tell you my name now, eh?"
"I'll tell you mine first, its Chris Anderson."
"Strange name, but hey, who am I to judge. The name is Orian the Bastard."
Chris grinned, "Got a last name to that? Or am I just supposed to call you Mister Bastard?"
Orian laughed, "No thanks all the same, my pa, I don't know him, he just came around, knocked up my ma, then left. Don't know him."
You don't even know his name?"
"Oh, I know his name, I know his name very well."
"Then what is.."
Orian cut him off, "This is a little bit personal for our first civil conversation, don't you think mate?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm curious, can't help it."
"No problem," Orian looked away, but Chris could've sworn he heard him say, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway." But it wasn't any of his business, so he kept quiet.
"So are you part wolf or something?"
"My ma was, makes me about, one quarter wolf. I don't have any of the distinguishing features, like a tail or anything, but I got great eyes and ears. And I can smell things like nobody's business."
"Neat."
"I suppose, by the way mate," Orian ducked his head, then peered at Chris, almost sheepishly. "Do you have anything going on with, the girl?"
Chris looked bewildered, "Sharra?" At the other man's nod, he laughed, "I just met her, why would I have anything going on with her?" His eyes narrowed the man in front of him, was he actually blushing? "Why?"
"No reason, it's just that…." Orian grinned as an idea struck him, "I said some things that she took into offence, I also have her trapped inside of a tent right now. She was being a nuisance."
"Well, I guess, I don't have any problem with that, like I said, I barely know her."
"So she is your doxy."
"What?" Both men turned around to see the object of their conversation storming towards them.
"How the hell did you get out!" Was Orian's question as she stomped up to them, "I thought I told you to stay in the tent?!"
"Who cares," Was her answer as she crouched down to Chris, "Chris did you tell him that I was your doxy? Because if you did that pain in your shoulder is going to be the least of your worries."
Chris could see Orian seething; Sharra was in a lot of trouble this time.
"Did yeh here me, pet?" Orian said with a dangerous calm.
"Yes I heard you, but I refuse to stay in that smelly old tent!" Sharra said as she stood up to meet him face to face, "It's gross and stupid and I refuse it! And stop calling me pet!" She pushed to get past him but he grabbed her hand.
"You are not going to refuse me again!" He growled.
"What are you doing?" Was her frightened and angry response.
"You listen to me, yeh stupid.."
"I told you not to call me stupid!" Sharra raised her hand to slap him again but he caught it and brought her close to him.
"What.." Her question was cut off as he pressed his mouth against hers.
Chris watched, bemused as a startled Sharra at first resisted, then melded into the kiss as if he was air and she was gasping for breath.
Sharra moaned softly and raised her hands again, this time to put them around Orian's neck, his answer to that was to angle his head and take the kiss deeper. She moaned again, or was that him?
"Ummm, guys? Maybe you should stop that, we have a problem."
They dragged their mouths away, gasping for breath. Orian looked around. "Oh, shit."
There were dozen or so soldiers surrounding them, each with their sword drawn.
Sharra gasped as the one of the men drew closer and bowed.
"Your Grace, would you like us to run these men through?" She shook her head and he straightened.
"Wait a second," Chris said, "Your Grace?"
Sharra blushed as one of the soldiers began to speak.
"Duchess of Estat," He said in barking tones, "We have been called to find and return you to Fenalia."
"You're a duchess?" Chris asked, sitting straight up.
"Chris, you have to understand.."
"Your husband is very worried about you, Your Grace." One of the soldiers said to her in kinder tones.
Sharra felt something move against her. Orian had backed up, his face white.
"Your married!?!?" Was all he was able to get out before one of the soldiers hit him over the head with the back of his sword and he blacked out.
The same was done to Chris; the rest of the thieves were put under arrest, most of them docile. Nate glared daggers at her as she was escorted back to Fenalia with the soldiers.
"Don't worry, Your Grace." One of the soldiers said confidently, "Those men will be put in jail immediately."
Sharra didn't answer him, she was too miserable.
Author's note: I had so much fun writing that! Those two are going to be my favourite couple, except Van and Hitomie of course.
Disclaimer: Me no own Escaflowne! Get it through your head!
Sharra started to struggle again as soon as he put her down on the hard ground of the thieves "camp." "Why are you doing this, you brute? We didn't do anything to you and you killed my friend!"
The leader grinned, that annoying, extremely sexy grin, (no! Don't think of him as sexy, he's not, he's evil and rude and he killed Chris!) She glared at him when he simply shrugged and gestured to his men.
"Don't worry luv," he said in his strange accent. It was almost like the soft accent's of Fanelia, but it seemed rougher, sexier. (Did I not just say that I wasn't going to think of him as sexy?)
"Your husband there will be fine, Nate will fix him up just great."
"He's not my hus…" Sharra realised her mistake, if this crude man thought that Chris was her husband, he would leave her alone! Damn, she blew it big this time.
"Not your husband, eh?" The thief's grin grew wider as he studied her with an intensity that made her blush. "You just his doxy then?"
"Doxy?! Well, I never, how dare you!" Sharra drew herself up and gave herself the regal air that she never wanted to have. "I'll have you know, sir, that I am most definitely not a, a doxy!"
"Then what are you, pet?"
"I'm a…. peasant!" There, she decided, a peasant is safe to say.
"A peasant? What's your name?"
"Sharra."
"Well, Miss. Sharra," The thief smiled, causing another flutter in her chest. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, the name is Orian, Orian the bastard."
Sharra gasped, causing Orian to grin even harder. This priss, realised who her captors were eh? Very interesting, he had heard that they were well known, but not in the better circles. Strange. He didn't believe for a second that she was peasant. She was too refined, to posh, probably a cousin or something of some big person, not really royalty or anything, but high enough on the food chain to act better than everyone lower then them.
"O – Orian the bastard? You are him?" Sharra stammered and started to back away. "Wh- What do you want with me?"
Orian laughed, "I thought we told you that already luv."
Sharra became angry, "You can have all the money that I have, which isn't a lot, and as you can see, I don't have any jewels, but if you think that you can even try to take my, my undergarments, you have another thing coming!" She turned to walk away but then felt a hand on her shoulders.
"Didn't ye hear me the first time, luv?" A deceptively soft voice whispered in her ear, "She felt herself tremble. He felt it too and continued with a smile. "Your friend turned his back on me too, and look where that got him." He whirled her around and loomed dangerously closer, "You wouldn't want to upset me even more would you pet?" He touched his cheek, where a bruise was starting to form; "I am injured after all."
Sharra scoffed, "Not as badly as Chris!"
"It was a fair fight."
"You stabbed him in the back!"
"It was his fault! He was the one who turned away, you don't do that in a fight, you stupid bit!"
"Don't call me stupid!" Sharra was screaming now, and most of the thieves were watching with interest.
"Yeh listen to me, Miss. Priss, this is my camp, my men and yeh don't rule the roost here!" Orian was loosing his temper too, something he rarely did. You could tell when he did; he reverted back to an even rougher accent. "Yeh are going to do what I say, and I am going to call yeh whatever I damn well want to!"
She slapped him then, a loud sound filled the air, everything was silent, even the thieves had stopped talking in shock as they saw their leaders head fly to one side. He stood there for a minute, a red mark already appearing on his cheek. Sharra put one hand over her mouth in surprise, she had not meant to do that at all. Orian looked back at her, his eyes cold and hard. He grabbed on of her arms and half dragged her to a small tent.
"What are you doing?" Sharra asked as she was shoved into the tiny living area.
"You are going to stay here, until you can control your tongue and your hand," Orian was calm but Sharra could tell that he was holding it back. "If I see you out of here for any reason at all, I will personally beat you myself!"
Sharra looked shocked as he assigned a man he called 'Dave' to watch over her.
"You can't do this to me!"
"Just watch me," he growled, as he made his way through a few of his laughing men.
"Get back to work yeh bloomin' fools!"
Chris woke up with a blinding headache and a pain in his shoulder. "What the hell happened to me?" He said as he tried to get up.
"Sit down specs, I've a few questions that I want answers to."
Chris sat down again, and looked into the thief leader's face. "What?"
"Well, first of all, no hard feelings or anything about the shoulder. Yeh turned you back, it was a stupid move."
Chris rolled his shoulder; he winced at the pain, "So that was your dagger huh?"
The thief grinned, "Yeah,"
"I suppose you missed, you only hit my shoulder."
"Didn't miss, bloke, if I wanted to kill you, You'd be dead." There was a hidden meaning in that phrase, one that Chris took as a challenge, being the smart man that he was, he backed down.
"I understand, it's no problem, never been stabbed before, interesting experience."
The grin widened, "I know the feeling, interesting, but not at all pleasant. I suppose I should tell you my name now, eh?"
"I'll tell you mine first, its Chris Anderson."
"Strange name, but hey, who am I to judge. The name is Orian the Bastard."
Chris grinned, "Got a last name to that? Or am I just supposed to call you Mister Bastard?"
Orian laughed, "No thanks all the same, my pa, I don't know him, he just came around, knocked up my ma, then left. Don't know him."
You don't even know his name?"
"Oh, I know his name, I know his name very well."
"Then what is.."
Orian cut him off, "This is a little bit personal for our first civil conversation, don't you think mate?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm curious, can't help it."
"No problem," Orian looked away, but Chris could've sworn he heard him say, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway." But it wasn't any of his business, so he kept quiet.
"So are you part wolf or something?"
"My ma was, makes me about, one quarter wolf. I don't have any of the distinguishing features, like a tail or anything, but I got great eyes and ears. And I can smell things like nobody's business."
"Neat."
"I suppose, by the way mate," Orian ducked his head, then peered at Chris, almost sheepishly. "Do you have anything going on with, the girl?"
Chris looked bewildered, "Sharra?" At the other man's nod, he laughed, "I just met her, why would I have anything going on with her?" His eyes narrowed the man in front of him, was he actually blushing? "Why?"
"No reason, it's just that…." Orian grinned as an idea struck him, "I said some things that she took into offence, I also have her trapped inside of a tent right now. She was being a nuisance."
"Well, I guess, I don't have any problem with that, like I said, I barely know her."
"So she is your doxy."
"What?" Both men turned around to see the object of their conversation storming towards them.
"How the hell did you get out!" Was Orian's question as she stomped up to them, "I thought I told you to stay in the tent?!"
"Who cares," Was her answer as she crouched down to Chris, "Chris did you tell him that I was your doxy? Because if you did that pain in your shoulder is going to be the least of your worries."
Chris could see Orian seething; Sharra was in a lot of trouble this time.
"Did yeh here me, pet?" Orian said with a dangerous calm.
"Yes I heard you, but I refuse to stay in that smelly old tent!" Sharra said as she stood up to meet him face to face, "It's gross and stupid and I refuse it! And stop calling me pet!" She pushed to get past him but he grabbed her hand.
"You are not going to refuse me again!" He growled.
"What are you doing?" Was her frightened and angry response.
"You listen to me, yeh stupid.."
"I told you not to call me stupid!" Sharra raised her hand to slap him again but he caught it and brought her close to him.
"What.." Her question was cut off as he pressed his mouth against hers.
Chris watched, bemused as a startled Sharra at first resisted, then melded into the kiss as if he was air and she was gasping for breath.
Sharra moaned softly and raised her hands again, this time to put them around Orian's neck, his answer to that was to angle his head and take the kiss deeper. She moaned again, or was that him?
"Ummm, guys? Maybe you should stop that, we have a problem."
They dragged their mouths away, gasping for breath. Orian looked around. "Oh, shit."
There were dozen or so soldiers surrounding them, each with their sword drawn.
Sharra gasped as the one of the men drew closer and bowed.
"Your Grace, would you like us to run these men through?" She shook her head and he straightened.
"Wait a second," Chris said, "Your Grace?"
Sharra blushed as one of the soldiers began to speak.
"Duchess of Estat," He said in barking tones, "We have been called to find and return you to Fenalia."
"You're a duchess?" Chris asked, sitting straight up.
"Chris, you have to understand.."
"Your husband is very worried about you, Your Grace." One of the soldiers said to her in kinder tones.
Sharra felt something move against her. Orian had backed up, his face white.
"Your married!?!?" Was all he was able to get out before one of the soldiers hit him over the head with the back of his sword and he blacked out.
The same was done to Chris; the rest of the thieves were put under arrest, most of them docile. Nate glared daggers at her as she was escorted back to Fenalia with the soldiers.
"Don't worry, Your Grace." One of the soldiers said confidently, "Those men will be put in jail immediately."
Sharra didn't answer him, she was too miserable.
Author's note: I had so much fun writing that! Those two are going to be my favourite couple, except Van and Hitomie of course.