Disclaimer: I don't own Yami No Matsuei nor do I plan on owning it...
A/N: Finfewen: The Healer in the story is supposed to have that much power. She's actually even stronger due to the fact... well; I'll leave you hanging for now, you should see in this chapter...
Anyways, enjoy! ...
They didn't realize who I was, and that was good. And I wasn't about to shout it out at them. For the moment, all I could do was my duty as a healer, and perhaps I would find out about Muraki from them once I have gained their trust. And then, I will kill Muraki for what he did to my mother...
Chapter 3: Living with a girl...
I yawned and stretched. I was able to finally get a full night's rest, because Tsuzuki slept the whole night without having to throw up. I sat up in bed and looked around, well; everything seemed familiar, although I could hear something from the kitchen, some odd noise, oh wait! It sounded like someone was cooking! It probably was just the healer. I showered and dressed and headed towards the sound, and saw that the kitchen table had an enormous breakfast on it!
"Okay... what's all this?" I asked.
"Oh, this is breakfast, my way of thanking you," said the healer. I stared at her, at the food, then back at her.
"Looks good!" I decided, and sat down, "but I realized that I don't know your name." I could have sworn at that moment she cursed, but I couldn't tell, because it was under her breath.
"I apologize, my name is Chris. You may call me Chris," she said, and smiled sadly. It wasn't her true name, but I didn't say anything. I dished up some of the eggs and the breakfast cake (which was soft and glazed with some liquid) and some of the hash browns. I took a bite, it was really good.
"So, what sort of person has that much power?" I asked.
"Me," she replied, and sincerely smiled, "I have that much power."
"To perform your duties as a healer?" I inquired, "I guess that would take a lot. I mean, I bet you travel from place to place to heal. Have you seen anything interesting?"
"Well, yes, I have seen amazing things, but... my powers are also to fight. There are some demons that come to claim souls before a person's time to die, so I use battle-like powers to throw them off," she explained with a light airy voice. Okay, that wasn't the truth, but I got the feeling it wasn't a lie either. She had mastered the skills of half- truths, of that I was certain. She still looked like the girl in the picture. I took a bit of the cake, wow, it was really good. What was it soaked in?
"This is excellent, what's the topping?" I asked.
"A light alcohol," she replied.
"Is the alcohol burned off?" I asked.
"Not all of it," she said, and I looked down at my plate. I couldn't handle alcohol! I decided to not eat more of the breakfast cake and concentrated on the hash browns and eggs. She laughed at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're such a child," she replied. I took some offense to this.
"You look just as young as I am!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, I do look a whole lot younger than I am, don't I? It's the same with you, I'll bet?" she countered.
"Well, no... I still... I guess I am still pretty young. But I'm not a child!" I said, turning red.
"Okay then. We're agreed. I shall not call you a child any longer," she said, and then stood, "I shall clean up when you are done. Until then, I shall go attend Tsuzuki." I nodded and she exited the room. She was a strange one, wasn't she? She was hiding something that much I knew...
When I was done I went out to tell Chris that she could clean up, and saw her giving Tsuzuki something to drink.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It's a drink that will tell me what is going on in his system," she explained, "Oh, sorry. I mean that it will tell me what he has and if it is something I can deal with. It actually could be a real bug."
"...?" I paused.
"Oh, it's a real actual bug. I had one once. They are really nasty little creatures that get into your system and make you... retch. It isn't pleasant and there are only a few ways to get rid of the bug in your system while you can get it out. There comes a point when only a miracle would save you," she said.
"... Sounds pleasant," I said, "And you know you can remove it if it's an early enough stage?"
"Yes, if it hasn't rooted too deeply into the system," she said, and turned back to her work. She took a few plants out of her basket, which lay beside the bed, and began to mash them in a bowl together.
"What's that?" I asked. Dear god, I was curious today, wasn't I?
"These will give him some strength, and it should relieve some of the symptoms," she explained, "You don't trust me..."
"..." I didn't know what to say... "Well, yes and no. It's a tossup. You're such a mystery."
"That is how I survive. That is how I live," she said sadly. I felt terrible all of a sudden...
"Ummm... that bug isn't contagious, is it?" I asked.
"No, why?" she asked.
"Then do you have anything for an upset stomach?" I asked and began to lean a bit, "I think the alcohol from the food has finally taken effect." I dashed off towards the bathroom.
"It was such a small amount!" she yelled, but it was too late. I was in the process of already tasting again what I had had less than 15 minutes ago.
A/N: I'm sorry to end it so short, but that's the way it has to be. I would love to see more reviews... hint, hint... and means I'll work harder to put out the next chapter. I hope you don't flame me... *cringe*...
A/N: Finfewen: The Healer in the story is supposed to have that much power. She's actually even stronger due to the fact... well; I'll leave you hanging for now, you should see in this chapter...
Anyways, enjoy! ...
They didn't realize who I was, and that was good. And I wasn't about to shout it out at them. For the moment, all I could do was my duty as a healer, and perhaps I would find out about Muraki from them once I have gained their trust. And then, I will kill Muraki for what he did to my mother...
Chapter 3: Living with a girl...
I yawned and stretched. I was able to finally get a full night's rest, because Tsuzuki slept the whole night without having to throw up. I sat up in bed and looked around, well; everything seemed familiar, although I could hear something from the kitchen, some odd noise, oh wait! It sounded like someone was cooking! It probably was just the healer. I showered and dressed and headed towards the sound, and saw that the kitchen table had an enormous breakfast on it!
"Okay... what's all this?" I asked.
"Oh, this is breakfast, my way of thanking you," said the healer. I stared at her, at the food, then back at her.
"Looks good!" I decided, and sat down, "but I realized that I don't know your name." I could have sworn at that moment she cursed, but I couldn't tell, because it was under her breath.
"I apologize, my name is Chris. You may call me Chris," she said, and smiled sadly. It wasn't her true name, but I didn't say anything. I dished up some of the eggs and the breakfast cake (which was soft and glazed with some liquid) and some of the hash browns. I took a bite, it was really good.
"So, what sort of person has that much power?" I asked.
"Me," she replied, and sincerely smiled, "I have that much power."
"To perform your duties as a healer?" I inquired, "I guess that would take a lot. I mean, I bet you travel from place to place to heal. Have you seen anything interesting?"
"Well, yes, I have seen amazing things, but... my powers are also to fight. There are some demons that come to claim souls before a person's time to die, so I use battle-like powers to throw them off," she explained with a light airy voice. Okay, that wasn't the truth, but I got the feeling it wasn't a lie either. She had mastered the skills of half- truths, of that I was certain. She still looked like the girl in the picture. I took a bit of the cake, wow, it was really good. What was it soaked in?
"This is excellent, what's the topping?" I asked.
"A light alcohol," she replied.
"Is the alcohol burned off?" I asked.
"Not all of it," she said, and I looked down at my plate. I couldn't handle alcohol! I decided to not eat more of the breakfast cake and concentrated on the hash browns and eggs. She laughed at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're such a child," she replied. I took some offense to this.
"You look just as young as I am!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, I do look a whole lot younger than I am, don't I? It's the same with you, I'll bet?" she countered.
"Well, no... I still... I guess I am still pretty young. But I'm not a child!" I said, turning red.
"Okay then. We're agreed. I shall not call you a child any longer," she said, and then stood, "I shall clean up when you are done. Until then, I shall go attend Tsuzuki." I nodded and she exited the room. She was a strange one, wasn't she? She was hiding something that much I knew...
When I was done I went out to tell Chris that she could clean up, and saw her giving Tsuzuki something to drink.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It's a drink that will tell me what is going on in his system," she explained, "Oh, sorry. I mean that it will tell me what he has and if it is something I can deal with. It actually could be a real bug."
"...?" I paused.
"Oh, it's a real actual bug. I had one once. They are really nasty little creatures that get into your system and make you... retch. It isn't pleasant and there are only a few ways to get rid of the bug in your system while you can get it out. There comes a point when only a miracle would save you," she said.
"... Sounds pleasant," I said, "And you know you can remove it if it's an early enough stage?"
"Yes, if it hasn't rooted too deeply into the system," she said, and turned back to her work. She took a few plants out of her basket, which lay beside the bed, and began to mash them in a bowl together.
"What's that?" I asked. Dear god, I was curious today, wasn't I?
"These will give him some strength, and it should relieve some of the symptoms," she explained, "You don't trust me..."
"..." I didn't know what to say... "Well, yes and no. It's a tossup. You're such a mystery."
"That is how I survive. That is how I live," she said sadly. I felt terrible all of a sudden...
"Ummm... that bug isn't contagious, is it?" I asked.
"No, why?" she asked.
"Then do you have anything for an upset stomach?" I asked and began to lean a bit, "I think the alcohol from the food has finally taken effect." I dashed off towards the bathroom.
"It was such a small amount!" she yelled, but it was too late. I was in the process of already tasting again what I had had less than 15 minutes ago.
A/N: I'm sorry to end it so short, but that's the way it has to be. I would love to see more reviews... hint, hint... and means I'll work harder to put out the next chapter. I hope you don't flame me... *cringe*...