Hands' Embrace
Carmicheal
Some days, being in bed is the best thing you do all day. For me, it was doubled, because in bed with me was a naked, and lovely woman. And then I get a day like this…
You'd begin to wonder why I don't charge my guild members Zeny instead of battle experience.
I shouted, and I was sure the wristband could overhear me, but I didn't care, I continued my fit of rage. Why had I let those beasts go, I need something to bash. I slammed my mace into the tree, sending splinters of bark showering into my skin, cutting me.
"SON OF A—" I bashed the tree again, drowning out the last word. I continued until I was splintered, tired, and mentally defeated. I crashed into the dying grass in the area, and began weeping.
Yeah, that's right, I can cry, too. I brawled like a child. I heard a swordsman snicker as he walked by, and his shirt caught on fire. No, I didn't do it... It couldn't have been me... Besides, they can't prove anything.
After I managed to recover enough to get up, wipe my face off, and replaced my mace at its loose position on my back. I meandered back into town, found a secluded corner, and drew out an apple from my pack, tossed it idly into the air, and blew it up with the intense heat of Holy Light. My wristband chirped, and I heard the voice of the guild's merchant. The only other female in the guild, other than Niam, and the vender for our useless stuff. I heard her voice, and it sounded heavenly.
"Aris!" I could hear the joy in her voice.
"Hey..." My voice rasped. I was hoarse. Gee, I wonder why...
"Aris, you sound awful." I sighed,
"Long day..."
"Please, explain."
So I did.
During the story, I though of Chiko, our merchant. She's a beautiful woman, not the sensual attractiveness of Niam, but the kind of beauty that you don't want to molest the split second you see. The pure kind. She was, unusually for this guild, short. Her height was an unimpressive 5' 2", and she had the kind of features that you see in a pretty woman. A calm, and joyous face, complete with beautiful amber eyes, was probably the thing I needed to see right now. I sight for sore eyes, so to speak. I need to make a wristband with streaming visuals... or at least a picture for a voice.
After I finished, I could almost feel a tear slide down her cheek, wait, no, that was mine.
"That sounds awful."
Yeah, it was. "I'll live..."
"Dear, meet me in the bar in Prontera."
I got up, and my wristband vibrated, more angily than usual, and chirped quite violently. Niam's voice, laced with venom, poured out of the wristlet.
"Oh, and Aris, you know why I've called off the wedding?"
I winced, afraid, "Because another man proposed… Because of recent events, I just may accept."
Ouch, my emotions just became the target of an emotional firing squad.
I barked into the communicator, "Chi, it'll have to wait."
"Oh, was it Niam?"
I growled in response. "Okay, dear, maybe some other time."
I don't know if you've ever seen a rhino storm through a crowded street, but that's got absolutely nothing on me, a sword mace, and 800 pounds worth of momentum. If you've seen someone ever get smashed, and slide along the ground, quite painfully, then feel for these townspeople. Very few escaped without injuries. And I don't think they have enough bricks to repair the pillar that stood in my way.
I burst through, that's right, through the wall, my long legs lapping up grassy fields as I sprint in the direction I last heard Niam in...
Payon Caves.
