Chapter Six: How Lela became Chaos: Part 2
Lela stared out into the field ahead of her where an army was camped. She really didn't know why they were there but at this point she didn't care. It had been two days since she was sent here, and in that time she hadn't found a single person but found a burned down village. She was hungry cold and tired, never in her life had she felt this way and she didn't like it. If that wasn't enough, she no longer had her power and she felt so unnatural now, without her power she didn't have her strength or her endurance. As soon as she got back she was going to train without her armor until there was no different with it. She took a deep breath and head to the camp.
The camp had no sentries set up and the soldiers seem too at ease. She worked her way to the biggest tent, which had to be the leader's, when she got close two armed guards took hold of her. She was thrown inside the tent and was faced with a large overripe man. She stared up at him and tried to stand back up but was hit in the back.
"Ah look at this treat. Is she a new camp follower?" The leader and his men laughed and started touching her. Lela won't have had any idea what they were talking about if it wasn't for Anubis' sexual habits and always having at least four whores around when they went fighting.
"Hey! I am not a whore. I've been lost these last few days and this was the first place I stumbled on too. I just need to find a town or village to go to." One of the men behind her pulled the sword from her back, she turned trying to grab it but was pushed to the ground as the leader shoved her kimono up. She struggled and screamed as the man ripped inside of her, ignoring the tightness and the blood.
"Give me that sword the bitch keeps moving." The leader turned her on to her back and plunged the No-Dachi into her chest. After that she couldn't move and couldn't feel anything.
A few days later the army broke camp and moved on, leaving poor Lela pinned to the ground by the sword. She wasn't dead but wished she was. She cursed her demon blood and prayed someone would help her. She lay there ever so slowly dying when she heard a clinking sound, opening her eyes she saw a man in monk's garb standing over her. She knew her from what her mother had told her and her father's ravings. She reached a hand up as tears fell from her eyes.
"H-help.me please." She raised her hand and caught his robe as he looked down at her. It seemed like an eternity pasted before he spoke.
"Talpa's evil has consumed you. The only thing I can do for you now is a quick death." Her eyes widen and her grip tightened on his robe.
"I can't help what or who I am. I ask nicely for help and you tell me you're going to kill me? One day old man, I will give you a quick death. " The Ancient knocked her hand away and started walking. She listened to his staff clink until it too was gone. She stared up at the sky trying not to feel any pain, and pitied her poor kimono, which was nothing more than dirty rags. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear fighting going on she hoped it was those bastards getting killed.
As day gave way to night, the sounds of fighting died down. She was cold and the pain was starting to numb, not a good sign. She pulled at the blade trying to pull it out but had no success. She felt tears falling from her eyes, knowing that she was going to die. She turned her head and stared at the ground and was surprised to see someone walking towards her. She tried to keep her eyes on the feet but darkness over came her.
"I only hope she will be ok." She was laying on something soft and the voice was familiar.
"What is she to you?" This voice was husky and strong but she couldn't place it.
"A dear friend, almost like a sister. She took me in when I was a child."
"Why?"
"My father was a Naga. The people of my mother's village blamed me when disease killed several people. They killed my mother and drove me out. She found me when I was attempting to poison the well. She told me that I couldn't blame people for their ignorance and then took me to become her warlord."
"And what is she?"
"Just someone born with demon blood. She knows what it's like to be outcast. Her own grandfather was the one to drive her away."
"What is her name?"
"Call her what you will. Her name is something only she can give, please take care of her." There was some movement and then she lost conciseness again.
Then next time she woke she felt someone bathing her forehead with a cool cloth, she moaned slightly and opened her eyes just a crack. She was in a darkened room and the one holding the cloth was a man, no a boy. His face was turned away but from what she could see he was handsome. He had dark red-brown hair, his skin was a peach pale color, and his eyebrows split in two at the ends reminding her of a snakes tongue. She turned her head to the side wanting to get a better look at him. He noticed this and turns towards her and smiled gently. His eyes were a beautiful mix of blue-green in them she could see kindness and. cruelty.
"How are you feeling? You've been asleep for almost six days." She tried to sit up but he put a hand on her chest keeping her in place. "Lay still, you were half dead when I found you, really you should be dead."
"You were the one to find me?" She watched his face as his hand moved up to stroke her cheek. She left calm and peaceful with him here, there was something about him.
"No, a man brought you here."
"With heavy lidded eyes?"
"Yes. Do you know him?" He seemed to be studying her, his eyes wandering her face.
"He's a good friend, like a brother. Where has he gone?" She tried again to get up but he still held her.
"He has left. He did leave a message. Here." He picked up a scroll and allowed her to look at it. She looked it over and saw it was written in the language of the nether world. It read: "Talpa is really pissed at you, he was going to leave you there to die. He's made the three of us renounce our ties to you and change our names. I am now Sekhmaet, Anubis is now Cale and Rajura is now Dais. I hope you understand. You've taught us that the most important thing is to survive. I have left you in the hands of a warrior in charge of a small fief. There is currently a war going on, I think you can help this boy to defeat his enemies, who knows maybe you can become ruler of Japan. Take care, my friend."
She stared at it and sighed. This time there might not be any going back, she was alone. She started to shake and crumpled up the paper. She started to sit up yet again and this time when he pushed her back down, she grabbed his hand and pushed him away. He went flying almost three feet away, and sat there stunned as she started to get up. She looked down at herself seeing for the first time that she was naked. She traced a scar that decorated her breast, she hissed slightly thinking of the man who did this. She looked at the man and got up as he did.
"I need something to wear. Also I need the sword." He walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head up. He was tall, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", she realized as she looked up at it. It was strange, her own warriors were taller than her, Lela only being 5'3", she had never felt small but for some reason he did.
"First you should be thanking me. Second, you talk too much." His mouth came down on hers, his hand still in her hair while the other one took hold of her hands. She really had never been kissed, never wanted too. It was something she couldn't understand the feeling it gave her. He lifted his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes.
"Now listen to me. You are a guest here. Your friend paid a great deal to make sure you would be taken care of. I will do just that, I will see that you are feed and clothed but I will not have you addressing me with that tone." He let go of her hair and soothed it back. "Let's start all over, my name is Shuten Doji. Now tell me what your name is, since your friend wouldn't"
"I don't have a name anymore. You can call me whatever you want." She looked away from him. He studied her and let his hand trace the curve of her cheek. She was pretty, he decided, as he let go of her hands and held her a little closer. "What? Why are you holding me like this?" She looked up at him but didn't move.
"What should I call you then? Hmm. How about Chaos?"
"Chaos?"
"It's fitting, since that's what has been happening here since you showed up." His hand trailed down her spine causing her to shiver ever so slightly. He pressed his lips to hers again and held her tightly. "And chaos is what I've felt since seeing you." He pushed her back on the bed never once breaking his kiss.
A/N: HA! I'm going to cut it off here since it's getting a little long. I'll upload the next chapter as soon as possible. In the meantime I really really would like some reviews people! Come on I'm starting to feel all alone..
Lela stared out into the field ahead of her where an army was camped. She really didn't know why they were there but at this point she didn't care. It had been two days since she was sent here, and in that time she hadn't found a single person but found a burned down village. She was hungry cold and tired, never in her life had she felt this way and she didn't like it. If that wasn't enough, she no longer had her power and she felt so unnatural now, without her power she didn't have her strength or her endurance. As soon as she got back she was going to train without her armor until there was no different with it. She took a deep breath and head to the camp.
The camp had no sentries set up and the soldiers seem too at ease. She worked her way to the biggest tent, which had to be the leader's, when she got close two armed guards took hold of her. She was thrown inside the tent and was faced with a large overripe man. She stared up at him and tried to stand back up but was hit in the back.
"Ah look at this treat. Is she a new camp follower?" The leader and his men laughed and started touching her. Lela won't have had any idea what they were talking about if it wasn't for Anubis' sexual habits and always having at least four whores around when they went fighting.
"Hey! I am not a whore. I've been lost these last few days and this was the first place I stumbled on too. I just need to find a town or village to go to." One of the men behind her pulled the sword from her back, she turned trying to grab it but was pushed to the ground as the leader shoved her kimono up. She struggled and screamed as the man ripped inside of her, ignoring the tightness and the blood.
"Give me that sword the bitch keeps moving." The leader turned her on to her back and plunged the No-Dachi into her chest. After that she couldn't move and couldn't feel anything.
A few days later the army broke camp and moved on, leaving poor Lela pinned to the ground by the sword. She wasn't dead but wished she was. She cursed her demon blood and prayed someone would help her. She lay there ever so slowly dying when she heard a clinking sound, opening her eyes she saw a man in monk's garb standing over her. She knew her from what her mother had told her and her father's ravings. She reached a hand up as tears fell from her eyes.
"H-help.me please." She raised her hand and caught his robe as he looked down at her. It seemed like an eternity pasted before he spoke.
"Talpa's evil has consumed you. The only thing I can do for you now is a quick death." Her eyes widen and her grip tightened on his robe.
"I can't help what or who I am. I ask nicely for help and you tell me you're going to kill me? One day old man, I will give you a quick death. " The Ancient knocked her hand away and started walking. She listened to his staff clink until it too was gone. She stared up at the sky trying not to feel any pain, and pitied her poor kimono, which was nothing more than dirty rags. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear fighting going on she hoped it was those bastards getting killed.
As day gave way to night, the sounds of fighting died down. She was cold and the pain was starting to numb, not a good sign. She pulled at the blade trying to pull it out but had no success. She felt tears falling from her eyes, knowing that she was going to die. She turned her head and stared at the ground and was surprised to see someone walking towards her. She tried to keep her eyes on the feet but darkness over came her.
"I only hope she will be ok." She was laying on something soft and the voice was familiar.
"What is she to you?" This voice was husky and strong but she couldn't place it.
"A dear friend, almost like a sister. She took me in when I was a child."
"Why?"
"My father was a Naga. The people of my mother's village blamed me when disease killed several people. They killed my mother and drove me out. She found me when I was attempting to poison the well. She told me that I couldn't blame people for their ignorance and then took me to become her warlord."
"And what is she?"
"Just someone born with demon blood. She knows what it's like to be outcast. Her own grandfather was the one to drive her away."
"What is her name?"
"Call her what you will. Her name is something only she can give, please take care of her." There was some movement and then she lost conciseness again.
Then next time she woke she felt someone bathing her forehead with a cool cloth, she moaned slightly and opened her eyes just a crack. She was in a darkened room and the one holding the cloth was a man, no a boy. His face was turned away but from what she could see he was handsome. He had dark red-brown hair, his skin was a peach pale color, and his eyebrows split in two at the ends reminding her of a snakes tongue. She turned her head to the side wanting to get a better look at him. He noticed this and turns towards her and smiled gently. His eyes were a beautiful mix of blue-green in them she could see kindness and. cruelty.
"How are you feeling? You've been asleep for almost six days." She tried to sit up but he put a hand on her chest keeping her in place. "Lay still, you were half dead when I found you, really you should be dead."
"You were the one to find me?" She watched his face as his hand moved up to stroke her cheek. She left calm and peaceful with him here, there was something about him.
"No, a man brought you here."
"With heavy lidded eyes?"
"Yes. Do you know him?" He seemed to be studying her, his eyes wandering her face.
"He's a good friend, like a brother. Where has he gone?" She tried again to get up but he still held her.
"He has left. He did leave a message. Here." He picked up a scroll and allowed her to look at it. She looked it over and saw it was written in the language of the nether world. It read: "Talpa is really pissed at you, he was going to leave you there to die. He's made the three of us renounce our ties to you and change our names. I am now Sekhmaet, Anubis is now Cale and Rajura is now Dais. I hope you understand. You've taught us that the most important thing is to survive. I have left you in the hands of a warrior in charge of a small fief. There is currently a war going on, I think you can help this boy to defeat his enemies, who knows maybe you can become ruler of Japan. Take care, my friend."
She stared at it and sighed. This time there might not be any going back, she was alone. She started to shake and crumpled up the paper. She started to sit up yet again and this time when he pushed her back down, she grabbed his hand and pushed him away. He went flying almost three feet away, and sat there stunned as she started to get up. She looked down at herself seeing for the first time that she was naked. She traced a scar that decorated her breast, she hissed slightly thinking of the man who did this. She looked at the man and got up as he did.
"I need something to wear. Also I need the sword." He walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head up. He was tall, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", she realized as she looked up at it. It was strange, her own warriors were taller than her, Lela only being 5'3", she had never felt small but for some reason he did.
"First you should be thanking me. Second, you talk too much." His mouth came down on hers, his hand still in her hair while the other one took hold of her hands. She really had never been kissed, never wanted too. It was something she couldn't understand the feeling it gave her. He lifted his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes.
"Now listen to me. You are a guest here. Your friend paid a great deal to make sure you would be taken care of. I will do just that, I will see that you are feed and clothed but I will not have you addressing me with that tone." He let go of her hair and soothed it back. "Let's start all over, my name is Shuten Doji. Now tell me what your name is, since your friend wouldn't"
"I don't have a name anymore. You can call me whatever you want." She looked away from him. He studied her and let his hand trace the curve of her cheek. She was pretty, he decided, as he let go of her hands and held her a little closer. "What? Why are you holding me like this?" She looked up at him but didn't move.
"What should I call you then? Hmm. How about Chaos?"
"Chaos?"
"It's fitting, since that's what has been happening here since you showed up." His hand trailed down her spine causing her to shiver ever so slightly. He pressed his lips to hers again and held her tightly. "And chaos is what I've felt since seeing you." He pushed her back on the bed never once breaking his kiss.
A/N: HA! I'm going to cut it off here since it's getting a little long. I'll upload the next chapter as soon as possible. In the meantime I really really would like some reviews people! Come on I'm starting to feel all alone..