Unwanted Tears Shed
by Sarah
Chapter Name, Unanswered Questions #8, enjoy!
Siasku stared down at Kirashu, her pretty face twisted with worry as she felt the half-demon's head with the back of her hand. She nearly jumped out of her skin as Kirashu held onto her hand and opened up his golden eyes.
"Siasku?"
The half-demon said her name softer than usual, and Siasku blushed deeply as Kirashu was still holding onto her hand and looking at her with that peircing gaze.
"Um, Kirashu, uh, do you mind?"
She blushed even deeper as he remembered that he was still holding onto her hand and quickly let go of it as he turned his gaze away from her.
"Kirashu! Are you okay? What happened to Sarama?" Kokiyu asked as she ran to the half-demon and kneeled by him, looking worridly at him.
"I'm fine. Sarama is, she is..."
The half-demon stuttered, not finishing his last sentence as he looked sadly at the ground. Kokiyu just looked as sadly down at the ground, knowing what he was going to say.
"Okay, you two, I'm tired of being left in the dust! You guys have to tell me what's going on. Was that Sarama? What happened?"
Kirashu looked at Siasku, he knew it was quite true the girl should know, so he merely nodded and stood up to leave, doubling over in pain as he felt it shoot up threw his chest.
"Kirashu, are you okay?" Siasku asked softly, suddenly noticing that the half-demon was nearly bare chested and she blushed deeply as she looked at his well muscled chest, and then quickly adverted her eyes away.
"Feh. I'm fine." Kirashu tried to stand again, but again the same pain went threw his chest, only somewhat more painful. The half-demon cursed at the pain and felt Siasku's small hands push him softly down as she said, "Rest. Don't be so stubborn and hurt yourself again. Really, I never knew half-demons could be so stubborn, ugh."
Kirashu grunted at this and tried yet again to stand but with the most intense feeling of pain going throughout his body at trying this again he finally layed down on the ground.
Kokiyu left the two to get firewood and Siasku smiled down at Kirashu as she said, "Humph. Now you can't run away from my questions."
Kirashu just turned his back to her and tried to ignore the girl, but she proved to be as stubborn as him as she forced him to look at her again and said in an almost teasing tone, "Really, you didn't think that it would be that easy? You can't just ignore me and I'll disasppear, I want to know what's going on. I believe I have a right, too."
"Fine, fine, stubborn girl. What's your questions?" Kirashu asked in an annoyed tone, hoping that she wouldn't get too personal.
"What am I?" The young girl asked this in a strange tone, her eyes staring into his golden eyes.
"You are a human."
"I know that! I mean, I'm I like... a reincarnation of the demon slayer? I saw her before, well, whatever happened. And she looked almost exactly like me!"
Kirashu thought for a few seconds about this, it never occured to him before, but she had almost the same scent, the same blood, the same looks. "Yeah, well, I guess so. Though I don't know why a weakling such as you could be Sarama's reincarnation."
Siasku's face went to kind to a scowl very quickly, and he felt her anger and noticed that her scent changed also, he couldn't put his finger on what it smelled like but he strangely liked the scent. 'That's really strange, I never liked it when Sarama got angry, probably because she then pinned me to a tree and left me for a while, or banged me over the head, though I do say I deserved it.'
"Um, question two, why, do you... uh, stare at me all the time? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Kirashu looked at her, the young girl which was so unlike Sarama.
"Siasku, go to sleep. I'll answer that question when you're ready, or whatever."
The young girl's face dropped at this but she decided that he was right, and laid on the cold hard ground, willing herself to sleep and forget about the confusing day. The half-demon noticed that she was shivering and looked very uncomfortable, so he took off his tathered top shirt, and undershirt. He folded his top shirt and placed it under her head, he then put his undershirt on top of her shivering body. Before the girl had any chance to figure out what he had done the half-demon pretended to fall asleep.
Siasku felt the warmth of his shirt, and opened her eyes, looking at the sleeping form of Kirashu as she said softly, "Thanks." And then the young girl fell happily asleep.
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Sarama awoke to find a wet rag being dabbed on her head and looked up into the eyes of who was doing it. It was a man, he seemed to be younger than her, his hair was short and black, pulled into a small ponytail, he had hazel eyes, and a very nice smile as he smiled down at her.
"I see you are awake, Lady..."
He looked at her waiting for her name, "Sarama".
The demon slayer replied softly, sensing another person in the hut besides the young man.
Sarama stood up and walked over to a young girl which looked deathly ill, her face was very pale, her black hair was matted on her face, and it looked like she might not make the night. 'If she doesn't survive the night you can use her soul to sustain this body.' An evil voice inside of her told herself, making the demon slayer's eyes widen at the thought of such an idea. 'I will not do such a thing! I would never take another's soul for my own selfish purpose, especially an innocent girl!' Sarama thought to herself fiercely.
"Who is this young girl, and why is she so ill?" Sarama asked, feeling her heart go out to the poor child.
"She is my sister, I don't know why she is so sick. I've been taking care of her for several weeks, but she's only gotten worse."
The demon slayer knew that she couldn't just leave the sick girl to her death, she could heal her, at least she would try to. With that thought Sarama kneeled on the ground beside the girl, and laid her hands on the young girl and they first started to glow a black color as when she closed her eyes she was met with the memories of Kirashu killing her. 'No, no, don't think about that. This girl will die if you don't try and help, don't think about such things when you're trying to heal.' Sarama lightly scolded herself as she momentarily erased the memories of Kirashu attacking her and instead filled them with a smilling younger Kokiyu. This seemed to work as her hands glowed a light blue color and the color slowly intensified, and then it darkened as she held what was making the girl ill. Sarama concentrated harder and it turned back to light blue and it disaspeared. The young girl immediately looked better, as she slowly opened up her brown eyes and was greeted with her brother hugging her tightly.
Sarama left them alone and headed out of the villiage, not knowing where to go, but feeling glad that she had saved the young child. 'I must learn more about that young girl who looked so much like me, and of course finish my score with Kirashu.'
Though Sarama's body flashed black at this thought, she knew that this would be harder than before, but the last thought she had was hate for Kirashu, and now all which she felt was hate towards the half-demon. 'I shouldn't heal every person I come across, I will soon use up this body if I do.' Sarama stood and thought to herself for a second, feeling the air silently blowing her air. 'Saving lives is more important than anything else, it was why I was brought on this earth on the first place, and if it is why I am alive now I do not know, but I will not just ignore someone if they are sick or are in need of help, I just cannot.'
Author's Corral:
See, poor Sarama never felt hatred like she did when she died at the beginning, and hating someone you love, that's twice as bad. But, even though she still has that hatred she still can't ignore saving people and helping them, she's still good in her soul, though she may, or may not be able to get rid of that hatred. Anyway, thought I might explain some, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Next Chapter:
Chapter Eight, The two gifts:
"You are Sarama, the demon slayer. I thought that you killed your victims without pain?" The demon slayer looked at the demon as she said in a cold tone, "I never knew what pain was before." And with that she walked away, hearing the demon's last breath and then, complete silence. Sarama stared at the bloody sword in her hands, feeling her eyes widen as she thought to herself, 'What have I become?'
by Sarah
Chapter Name, Unanswered Questions #8, enjoy!
Siasku stared down at Kirashu, her pretty face twisted with worry as she felt the half-demon's head with the back of her hand. She nearly jumped out of her skin as Kirashu held onto her hand and opened up his golden eyes.
"Siasku?"
The half-demon said her name softer than usual, and Siasku blushed deeply as Kirashu was still holding onto her hand and looking at her with that peircing gaze.
"Um, Kirashu, uh, do you mind?"
She blushed even deeper as he remembered that he was still holding onto her hand and quickly let go of it as he turned his gaze away from her.
"Kirashu! Are you okay? What happened to Sarama?" Kokiyu asked as she ran to the half-demon and kneeled by him, looking worridly at him.
"I'm fine. Sarama is, she is..."
The half-demon stuttered, not finishing his last sentence as he looked sadly at the ground. Kokiyu just looked as sadly down at the ground, knowing what he was going to say.
"Okay, you two, I'm tired of being left in the dust! You guys have to tell me what's going on. Was that Sarama? What happened?"
Kirashu looked at Siasku, he knew it was quite true the girl should know, so he merely nodded and stood up to leave, doubling over in pain as he felt it shoot up threw his chest.
"Kirashu, are you okay?" Siasku asked softly, suddenly noticing that the half-demon was nearly bare chested and she blushed deeply as she looked at his well muscled chest, and then quickly adverted her eyes away.
"Feh. I'm fine." Kirashu tried to stand again, but again the same pain went threw his chest, only somewhat more painful. The half-demon cursed at the pain and felt Siasku's small hands push him softly down as she said, "Rest. Don't be so stubborn and hurt yourself again. Really, I never knew half-demons could be so stubborn, ugh."
Kirashu grunted at this and tried yet again to stand but with the most intense feeling of pain going throughout his body at trying this again he finally layed down on the ground.
Kokiyu left the two to get firewood and Siasku smiled down at Kirashu as she said, "Humph. Now you can't run away from my questions."
Kirashu just turned his back to her and tried to ignore the girl, but she proved to be as stubborn as him as she forced him to look at her again and said in an almost teasing tone, "Really, you didn't think that it would be that easy? You can't just ignore me and I'll disasppear, I want to know what's going on. I believe I have a right, too."
"Fine, fine, stubborn girl. What's your questions?" Kirashu asked in an annoyed tone, hoping that she wouldn't get too personal.
"What am I?" The young girl asked this in a strange tone, her eyes staring into his golden eyes.
"You are a human."
"I know that! I mean, I'm I like... a reincarnation of the demon slayer? I saw her before, well, whatever happened. And she looked almost exactly like me!"
Kirashu thought for a few seconds about this, it never occured to him before, but she had almost the same scent, the same blood, the same looks. "Yeah, well, I guess so. Though I don't know why a weakling such as you could be Sarama's reincarnation."
Siasku's face went to kind to a scowl very quickly, and he felt her anger and noticed that her scent changed also, he couldn't put his finger on what it smelled like but he strangely liked the scent. 'That's really strange, I never liked it when Sarama got angry, probably because she then pinned me to a tree and left me for a while, or banged me over the head, though I do say I deserved it.'
"Um, question two, why, do you... uh, stare at me all the time? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Kirashu looked at her, the young girl which was so unlike Sarama.
"Siasku, go to sleep. I'll answer that question when you're ready, or whatever."
The young girl's face dropped at this but she decided that he was right, and laid on the cold hard ground, willing herself to sleep and forget about the confusing day. The half-demon noticed that she was shivering and looked very uncomfortable, so he took off his tathered top shirt, and undershirt. He folded his top shirt and placed it under her head, he then put his undershirt on top of her shivering body. Before the girl had any chance to figure out what he had done the half-demon pretended to fall asleep.
Siasku felt the warmth of his shirt, and opened her eyes, looking at the sleeping form of Kirashu as she said softly, "Thanks." And then the young girl fell happily asleep.
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Sarama awoke to find a wet rag being dabbed on her head and looked up into the eyes of who was doing it. It was a man, he seemed to be younger than her, his hair was short and black, pulled into a small ponytail, he had hazel eyes, and a very nice smile as he smiled down at her.
"I see you are awake, Lady..."
He looked at her waiting for her name, "Sarama".
The demon slayer replied softly, sensing another person in the hut besides the young man.
Sarama stood up and walked over to a young girl which looked deathly ill, her face was very pale, her black hair was matted on her face, and it looked like she might not make the night. 'If she doesn't survive the night you can use her soul to sustain this body.' An evil voice inside of her told herself, making the demon slayer's eyes widen at the thought of such an idea. 'I will not do such a thing! I would never take another's soul for my own selfish purpose, especially an innocent girl!' Sarama thought to herself fiercely.
"Who is this young girl, and why is she so ill?" Sarama asked, feeling her heart go out to the poor child.
"She is my sister, I don't know why she is so sick. I've been taking care of her for several weeks, but she's only gotten worse."
The demon slayer knew that she couldn't just leave the sick girl to her death, she could heal her, at least she would try to. With that thought Sarama kneeled on the ground beside the girl, and laid her hands on the young girl and they first started to glow a black color as when she closed her eyes she was met with the memories of Kirashu killing her. 'No, no, don't think about that. This girl will die if you don't try and help, don't think about such things when you're trying to heal.' Sarama lightly scolded herself as she momentarily erased the memories of Kirashu attacking her and instead filled them with a smilling younger Kokiyu. This seemed to work as her hands glowed a light blue color and the color slowly intensified, and then it darkened as she held what was making the girl ill. Sarama concentrated harder and it turned back to light blue and it disaspeared. The young girl immediately looked better, as she slowly opened up her brown eyes and was greeted with her brother hugging her tightly.
Sarama left them alone and headed out of the villiage, not knowing where to go, but feeling glad that she had saved the young child. 'I must learn more about that young girl who looked so much like me, and of course finish my score with Kirashu.'
Though Sarama's body flashed black at this thought, she knew that this would be harder than before, but the last thought she had was hate for Kirashu, and now all which she felt was hate towards the half-demon. 'I shouldn't heal every person I come across, I will soon use up this body if I do.' Sarama stood and thought to herself for a second, feeling the air silently blowing her air. 'Saving lives is more important than anything else, it was why I was brought on this earth on the first place, and if it is why I am alive now I do not know, but I will not just ignore someone if they are sick or are in need of help, I just cannot.'
Author's Corral:
See, poor Sarama never felt hatred like she did when she died at the beginning, and hating someone you love, that's twice as bad. But, even though she still has that hatred she still can't ignore saving people and helping them, she's still good in her soul, though she may, or may not be able to get rid of that hatred. Anyway, thought I might explain some, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Next Chapter:
Chapter Eight, The two gifts:
"You are Sarama, the demon slayer. I thought that you killed your victims without pain?" The demon slayer looked at the demon as she said in a cold tone, "I never knew what pain was before." And with that she walked away, hearing the demon's last breath and then, complete silence. Sarama stared at the bloody sword in her hands, feeling her eyes widen as she thought to herself, 'What have I become?'