Red-Eyes:
Wanderer
Book One:
Chapter 4
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Nameless stood and watched as the crowds parted. Someone was shouting, or talking rather loudly it seemed, in a strange laungue. It didn't sound like any form of orchish to him, so it must be the easternling's tongue. Well DUH!
Nameless remained relaxed but watchful. Beside him the easternling called Lee was getting tense.
As the crowds nearest the front parted, Lee finally got up in time to brush himself off. This act was pointless as he already looked like shit.
The person that was yelling came into view, as well as two other figures. At the front stood a proud, muscled woman with long legs, dressed in black,green and silver. Her legs made her taller then the other easternling, save for one behind her. For some reason Nameless was reminded of a scorpion. Like when you meet someone new and you want to call them James or Billy or Sara. Nameless now wanted to say scorpion.
'What is up with her hair? Is that were she's keeping her baby scorpions?' (3)
The woman, who seemed to be a officer, wore the silver, scale like armor of the easterlings. It covered her body like a second skin attached to the front and back of her torso, shaped to allow room for her large breast, mid-section, groin, then the from of her upper legs and arms. Under this was simple black jump suit. Over it was a green, silk, knee length jacket, with gold embroideries of two serpent like dragons on both sides of her jacket.
'Dragons are a female dominate race' thought Nameless.
She also wore knee guards and boots that went all the way up her calfs. Her black, sleek, hair was done up in a jewel covered bun, that somewhat resembled a fan. Nameless suspected that if she didn't hide her children in there than at least her knives. Though all her headdresses looked nothing but beautiful and fragile.
Behind her were two rather handsome men. They were similarly dressed as the women, but their armor was made from bronze like the soldiers and their coats were red with the black and gold serpents of the east. The one that was taller than the woman had long hair dyed dark blue. He wore glasses over light brown eyes. Despite this he came off rather rugged. Like a explorer or adventurer.
The other one was the size of a average man and was a pretty boy. Even more so than Lee.
'This girl must really love her job!'
"What is going on here?" demanded the woman in common tongue. "Lee?" She looked him up and down."What happened to you?" She frowned.
Lee straighten himself and made a quick bow to her."We were only sparring Mam." He answered in common tongue.
"We?" She looked to Nameless. He smirked back
"And without the protective gear?" She questioned sternly but she was still looking at Nameless. Lee did not respond so the woman continued to stare at Nameless.
"And who is this? You are not a Easternling, andyou are to pretty to be an orc. You must be a soutnron mercenary." She said with a smile. There was no malice in her smile but there was something else.
"No. I came here alone. I am the Head Blacksmith here in Minas Morgul." Nameless said, placing one hand in his pocket and the others holding a wooden sword. La la laaa!(1)
She just smiled accepting this news far better then anyone else had. "And does our Head Blacksmith have a name?"
"No, he doesn't. People just call me 'That Nameless Lad'." He replied deadpan. Her smiled never left her face, instead she seemed to be even more amused.
"And what may I call you?" He asked.
"I am the Easternling Commander Ryoko." She said with pride."Well Mr. Lad-"
"Just say Nameless."
"Very well, Nameless, would you care to explain what happened here? And why my best swordsman looks like he does now?"
"Not really but it seems I have to. As he said, we were sparring."
"Without the protective gear?"
"Yes."
"Were you aware that the full protective gear is required in order for sparring of any kind?"
"Yeah."
"But you chose to ignore this rule. Why?"
"I didn't need it."
"You didn't need it?" Nameless said nothing.
"And you?" Ryoko turned to Lee,"You agreed to these terms?"
Lee swallowed and answered,"Yes Mam."
"Mm-hmm," She stepped back. "Lee! Nameless. I would like the both of you to come with me."
Lee was about to follow but Nameless stayed put.
"Why?!" He questioned.
Ryoko turned to look at them. Lee flinched. "Because I said so." She answered.
"Try again." Nameless smirked.
"One, because I need to make sure your story checks out. Two, I need to report this. And three, I want to hear the full story in privet, with the other officers."
These seemed to make sense and Nameless didn't need more trouble. He could either go with her or fight his way out of here. But then he would have to explain the whole thing to Shagrat, who would no doubt be all over him... Eeeww. And would also, beyond doubt, find some reason to punish him as he had threatened to many times before.
Ryoko turned her back to them and walked off. Nameless and Lee follow, and the two officers brought up the rear.
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They arrived at a tent that was bigger than the others. It was still the basic colors though. Red with the gold and black serpent.
Ryoko held open the flap and Namless walked in followed by the three other males.
Inside there was a large table with a few maps placed on it, and a few chairs around it or in the corners.
The tent was full of women dressed similar to Ryoko but in different colors. Some wore armor some didn't.
One wearing a purple robe, stood to the right of the table and held a quill in her hand. She had been writing on a map of Mordor. They all seemed to have been listening to this one.
And another sat at the end of the table, head in her hand, looking somewhat bored. This one was dressed in all back with no embroideries, save for the gold serpent over the right breast. She had dyed her shaggy hair green and wore it down. The only hair ornament was a black bandanna that held her bangs back and also served as a eye patch for her right eye. Her other eyes was as black as the rest of her dress. She had thin lips, a small nose, high forehead, pale skin, and thick, green, devil-eyebrows. Unlike the rest of her fellow female officers, she wore no make up or jewelry that he could see. Her breast were large and her legs were long. Nameless suspected that if she were standing she would be even taller than Ryoko. Just under six feet maybe. There was no way this girl was an Easternling. Maybe she was only half Easternling.
The one in black raised a eyebrow at Nameless and turned her gaze to Ryoko.
Ryoko nodded her head towards the other women and the eastern men saluted.
The one in black said something in the eastern tongue. A few words were exchanged, which Nameless could not understand.
The one in black looked to Nameless and straightened in her chair. "So," she began in the common tongue," you're the Nameless blacksmith. The one that came here with the Corsairs of UmbarYes?" Namelessnodded.
"Thought so. Captain Shagrat has spoken of you before." She leaned back in her chair."He doesn't seem to like you. Or perhaps he likes you a little too much." Nameless said nothing, face emotionless.
"I am General Kurama. Tell me why you are here."
Ryoko began to speak in the eastern tongue. Kurama lent back in her chair and listened.
'There all women. It must be hell for the men. What if they all PMS'd at the same time.' Nameless shuddered inside.
"Well I guess this will have to be put on hold." She said some things to the other women in her native tongue and a few words to Lee. Then in common tongue she said to Nameless," Master Nameless, I will speak with Lee first, in the mean time, please go with Captain Ryoko."
Ryoko bowed and left. Nameless followed her.
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Ryoko lead him across the tent they had exited and one down to the right. This tent wasn't as big as the one were the female officers had met, but it was still larger then the ones the soldiers slept in. It was the traditional color of all the tents. Above the entrance was a sign made from black silk, with silver characteristics, he did not recognize.
Ryoko held open the left flap, and motioned for Nameless to move inside. She was smiling with a weird look in her eyes, that seemed both strange but familiar to him. Like a song you hear that reminds you of another similar song, but you can't remember which one. It sounded the same but was different in some ways.
Nameless ignored the feeling of unease, and walked in, arms folded over his chest, looking only once at the captain.
Ryoko followed him in, tying the flaps shut. It was dark inside the tent. The days of Mordor held enough heat to scorch the ground, but barley enough light to brighten the sky. This was fine for Nameless, but he did sometimes miss the sun.
Ryoko pulled out a flint stone from inside her robe, and lit a lamp near the entrance. Then a few others so the room was evenly, if dimly, lit. Along the way she lit some incense sticks, that smelled strange but pleasant. The scent was new to him and it made him feel relaxed.
There was little furniture in the tent. A bed role in the corner with pillows thrown about, small desk and chair near a tent wall opposite to the one the bed role(s) were against. There was a fireplace in the middle, and a flap at the top of the tent to allow the smoke out. A small table, low to the ground, sat in the middle on the far side of the tent. Also were a few chest here and there containing whatever, he really didn't care. It was probably weapons, among other things, as he did not see any anywhere else. What he did see rather clearly, were the silk banners that hung from the walls. Some with pictures, or words, or both. And not just in the Easternling tongue either. Like the paintings in Captain Crow's cabin, Nameless suspected most of these were tokens of the Eastern woman's conquest. The cruel, and heartless soldiers of the East.
It was these silk banners that Nameless had been studding before Ryoko had lit the lamps.
He stood before a painting of a two student swordsmen, about to dual. They faced each other, weapons ready. The language was one he recognized from his travels with the Corsairs of Umbar He read to himself,'Risk all or nothing.'
'Fair enough.' Thought Nameless.
Ryoko started towards him. Nameless remained weary of her but did not look at her. Instead he went to look at a Easternling picture. This one had a beautiful picture of a arousing looking woman, with fox ears, eyes, claws, teeth, and a tail. She was scantily clothed. He stared at the picture, unable to read the words on it. Something about this one picture made him very uneasy.
Ryoko came up behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, but feeling him tense, glided it across to his other shoulder, and let it slid off. She sat down at the small table. She placed one of the incense sticks in a decorative pot full of sand.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked. He didn't answer so she pulled out a white bottle. He couldn't see it, but Nameless recognized the scent of alcohol. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and noticed Ryoko pop a small amber pill in her mouth. She looked at him, but he was studding another picture, this one of a elven man, in full armor of the second age.
As he looked, he tried to think of what the pill could be for. He did not ask for he did not believe Ryoko would tell him the truth.
Ryoko's eyes followed him, and he decided to sit with her. He sat on a mat she had placed on the floor for him, across from her. She handed him the drink, he took it but did not drink. Ryoko took a big gulp from her's. He noticed Ryoko watching him trough her lowered lashes.
Nameless brought the drink close to his face, but still did not drink. Instead he smelled it. Not obviously so, but breathed in the scent. The cup in his hand was warm. He breathed normally while secretly checking for anything that smelled strange about the amber liquid. He couldn't smell anything off. Damn the incense!
"Why do you not drink?" She purred. Purred? Was she high?! Maybe that was what the pill was for. Or maybe she had something in her throat.
How should he answer? If he insulted her, he could have a fight on his hands. And shagrat would just know the blacksmith was involved.
"I'm trying to cut back." He lied. Ryoko seamed a bit disappointed, but accepted this with a smile and a nod. She put the cup aside and got to her feet. She started to remove her armor carefully. She opened one of the chest and placed the armor inside, then locked it. As Nameless watched her, she moved with ease. Maybe she wasn't high. It didn't seem that way to him.
He placed his cup aside. Ryoko then began to unbutton her shirt! She swayed her hips to some music in her head. Or maybe she's VERY high!
Ryoko let her shirt hang over her shoulders as she reached up to pull the pins from her hair and throw them aside carelessly. Under her shirt she wore a black lacy corset, held together with leather straps. A metal guard cupped her left breast. Claws, dragon's maybe, were printed over the top of each breast. Her hair came down in a spill of seductive, straight black waves. Smooth as silk. Nameless was frozen to the spot. What should he do? He started to sweat, his heart pumping faster and faster. And although he was somewhat attracted to the scene, he was a little scared.
Ryoko slipped off her tight pants somehow without removing her lace up boots. She looked at the small, pretty boy. It was similar to the look Shagrat gave him. He was a wild, and troublesome animal. A untamed pet that needed to be beaten and broken. Then trained to be a suitable pet which would crawl into its master's lap and beg to be petted. Nameless freaked then.
He leapt up with great speed, and then fell down again, his butt hitting the ground hard. The world was spinning. His strong muscles felt like steamed noodles, only not as strong.
'The incense...' He thought dimly. His mind was hazy. Ryoko must have built up some kind of resistance to it, for she walked smoothly over to her bed. She sat down and beckoned him forward. He could see through his unsteady vision that she held something in her hand. 'Damn! Stupid pedophiles! This is the kind of shit most boys jack off to. Why doesn't this happen to one of them!' He briefly thought that he wouldn't be all that surprised if every officer in Mordor turned out to be a rapist, pedophile, or BDSM. Sex is all about dominance to them. Dominance over the weak.
Nameless got into a crouch and steadied himself. Ryoko looked a little puzzled but mostly impatient and frustrated. She decided to come to the boy instead. She crawled towards him. Nameless took this as his cue. He lunged towards the small desk, crashing into it. He grabbed a small knife that served as a letter opener. His feet gave out under him but he unsheathed the knife. He pointed in towards Ryoko. She looked puzzled, then angry, then amused. She stood up over him as he began to crawls backwards towards the exit.
If anything it turned her on to see the pretty face so scared. Then she studied the face a little closer. She looked into those unheard of red eyes that looked back at her clearly, despite the drugs, full of the promise of murder. The eyes of a demon.
He was focused on her even as the knife shook in his right hand. The look he gave her frighted her. Her fear quickly became anger. This boy should beg for her favors! How dare he look at her with...with...
Ryoko growled low and grabbed the boys ankle, dragging him back and between hers legs with one swift tug. He lashed at her with the knife. She blocked and it nicked her across the hand, but because of the drugs, both the ones he was on and she was on, she was able to disarmed him in a few swift moves. That which she had grabbed off her bed turned out to be three red, satin scarfs.
Nameless was weakened by the drug. And the captain Ryoko was enhanced be her own. She grabbed his arms up in a steel grasp and tied them with the satin ties.
Nameless groaned. Despite his fear and weakened state, this was starting to turn him on. Ryoko noticed too. Senses enhanced by the drug.
She tore his shirt down the middle, and tied his legs together. She could see he was only half hard now. She smiled and licked her lips. She'd change that. Soon he would be moaning along with her and he would come back again and again for her attentions. She licked one of his nipples and his struggles renewed.
What was wrong with this boy?! He was acting like she was killing him, not seducing him!!
Nameless kicked and screamed until Ryoko began to slap the shit out of him. She straddled him and grabbed his face. She forced another satin scarf in his mouth. She grabbed both sides of his face and began to coo, trying to calm him down.
"Sssshhh! Sssshhhh! Ssshhh...Your ok...Your ok. What's wrong, huh? I know your enjoying this. So why fight? Huh? Sssshh, calm down..." she held him still, placing her forehead to his. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He squeezed them shut.
He hadn't cried since he became a outlaw. So many times he wanted to. So many times he could have. But he had not! And he would not now! He would banish his fear and sorrow with anger. Rage and hate would be his allies.
"Ssshh... That's better. Alright. Going to make you feel good. Going to make you beg for it." Nameless tried shaking his head, but she held him tight.
Ryoko slid down him and began licking his chest. He began to buck, trying to throw her off. But do to his lack of size and weight, plus the drugs, he succeeded only in getting slapped, HARD! Even so, he still struggled against her.
Ryoko was in the middle of slapping and punching Nameless when the flaps of her tent were cut open with a tearing sound. A small, pale woman, with wavy black hair and red full lips stood there, dagger drawn, as she took in the scene. She was dressed like a officer, much like Ryoko's discarded outfit. He outer jacket was blue with a red phoenix on the back. It stopped at her ankles.
The woman glared hard at Ryoko. She strode swiftly toward her. Ryoko got to her feet above Nameless, but not in time to block the punch to her temple that knocked her out.
Ryoko spun and hit the floor, out cold. The beautiful woman looked down at Nameless, who glared. The woman sighed.
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Nameless sat in a chair before General Kurama. Hitomi, the name of the woman who had saved him from Ryoko, was rubbing some balm into his bruised face. It stung horrible! Hitomi applied the stinging, smelling, balm to the right side of his face with two fingers. The right side of his face flinched, but his left eye stayed on Kurama.
He sat up straight, hands on his knees. Now that the danger was pasted, he was calm again. But the fear would be back later he knew. When he dropped his guard and allowed his mind to wander, he would remember what had gone on in Commander Ryoko's tent. For now though he was focused on Kurama and one of her more trusted officers, Hitomi. He had to focus on the danger at hand. Just because he had been drugged and sexually assaulted didn't mean he was off the hook. He still had to report the sparring match and now the encounter in the tent. And if Kurama saw fit, for whatever reason, she would report all of it to Shagrat, and that did not bode well for Nameless. No it did not.
Kurama slumped back in her chair. Her left leg hung over the left arm. Her right arm rested on the other arm rest and her head was in her left hand. She looked nothing of the strict and disciplined Easternlings.
This was just getting worse by the second. This boy had been here for barely two hours and the trouble had just jumped at him.
This boy had sneaked into the Eastern camp, which was restricted. You only got in with a pass and Kurama didn't think this boy had one. Then he had entered into a unsupervised sparring match without the protective guard required of all the soldiers. Then he had beaten the crap out of Lee, one of her best soldiers, now in the infirmary for a slight head contusion. She had interrupted her meeting with her head officers to take care of it, thinking it wouldn't take long and it would give her girls some time to think. Instead she had to sort out the mess Ryoko, another one of her best, had caused.
It was of corse a violation of the rules to sleep with a person under custody, but to drug and bind a underage boy, and the Head Blacksmith no less, was inexcusable. Fuck, fuck, and double fuck! She was fucked. Lee was fucked. Ryoko was fucked. And this boy was fucking, fucked in the head, fucked! Not just figuratively, but literally if she told Shagrat. So the real question was, because she was pretty sure she new the rest of the story, or at lest most of it, was she going to tell Shagrat? No doubt that was what had the boy before her worried. Hell if that fugly, bastard Shagrat had a crush on her, or any orc for that matter, she would be freakin' out as well.
The boy and the woman starred each other down.
"That's enough Hitomi." Kurama said and straightened in her chair. "So, what's your story boy?"
Hitomi finished putting her medical supplies away, she stood up and placed them on a near by table. She sat in the chair in front of it.
They were in Kurama's tent. It wasn't very impressive but it was cozy and roomy. Maps and letters were hung up on the tent walls and laid out over tables. Kurama sat behind her desk, waiting for Nameless to start.
Nameless breathed in deep and forced himself to relax some. He began,"I had come here to deliver a sword I had made for Shizuma. He had paid good money for it."
"How much?"
"Three gold pieces and a silver."(2)
"Why didn't you wait for him to come and get it?" Kurama asked. Hitomi was writing his words down on a piece of paper.
"It is a good sword. I have no safe place to keep it. Some one may try to take it, so I offered to bring it to him when it was ready. I finished my quota and headed down to your camp. My work was not hindered by it." He looked to Hitomi who had gotten up. She placed a warm blanket over his shoulders. He did not need it, his blood was always hot, but he accepted it anyways. She went off to get some warm tea.
Nameless continued,"I waited for the guards to shift and sneaked past them over one of the walls, by the rocky hills." Nameless watched Hitomi carefully from the corner of his eye. She might try to put something in his drink. His head still hurt a little from Ryoko's drugs and beating.
"Once there I delivered the sword. I watched Shizuma spar with Lee. Lee saw me and came over to tell me off. The other Easternlings followed him. He requested I make him a sword better than the one I made for Shizuma. I refused. I didn't want to make a sword for some one who's skill did not impress me. He took offense to it and challenged me. I accepted. There was no armor in my size available so I offered to go without. He agreed to do the same." Hitomi gave Kurama some warm, peach and cinnamon tea. Kurama sipped it and sighed lightly. Hitomi then offered a glass to Nameless, then took one herself. Nameless enjoyed the tea. It was his favorite.
"We sparred and I won. Then Ryoko appeared with two males. I don't know who. She brought me to you. While you spoke with Lee she took me to her tent. She drugged me with some kind of incense and took some kind of pill herself. She stripped, tied me up, and pretty much just licked me and hit me a lot. That's when she," he nodded to Hitomi," showed up and decked the woman. And now here we are." He finished. Not even blinking or hesitating. The horror of it all would be back later. Later.
Kurama nodded. She sipped at her tea. Hitomi refilled the boys cup, then sat back again, ready to write again if needed.
Lee had told a more colorful and slightly different story, but they were generally the same. Kurama was tired and still had work to finish. She decided to just send Nameless back with a escort and handle her soldiers later, when she was finished with her other duties. The boy was not one of hers and there by none of her concern. And she wasn't so sure she wanted Shagrat to hear of her soldiers behavior, and handling of the boy he lusted for, either.
Kurama waited for the boy to finish his tea before cutting to the bone. "Look lad, I've got work to do still, and you've taken up enough of my time. I'm going to have Shizuma escort you out of the camp site and let my other officers know that you are not allowed in here again. From now on, your clients can come to you. If I see you here, I'll report you to Captain Shagrat. Understand?" Nameless nodded yes.
"Good. Hitomi, go find Shizuma and have him come here." Hitomi got up and left.
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As Nameless and Shizuma walked past the red, eastern tents, Nameless saw that many of the Easternling were glaring at him. He recognized one as Lee's brother, but did not know his name.
"Hn." This was going to follow him around, he just knew it. Wel, nothing he could do about it. Except maybe scare the shit out of them. He smirked. But somehow he new that if what was said about Easternlings was true, this was not likely. Then again, he was 'the nameless demon child'.
Shizuma looked at Manta. He smiled and waved. Manta glared harder but it did not discourage Shizuma. He was just trying to piss the little up start off. 'Fuck you very much, Manta. Fuck you, and your piss of a brother, very, very much.' He thought and smiled wider.
To Be Continued...
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To the reader of this fic:
Damn this is taking a long time to get back to the present time line! Good Lord! Oh well, can't rush now. Gotta take it easy.
(1). Extra points to those who get the joke. But the points don't mean a thing. Like the Queen of England , they don't mean a damn thing.
(2). I had to think of some kind of currency. I'm thinking the gold represents $100. And the silvers are like $20 or $50. Work with me here.
(3) Mother scorpions carry their babys on their backs.
BETAS: I'm still looking for a beta. Please help me.
I stole a few Chinese and Japanese stuff because I don't really know a lot about the Easternlings. So I'm just winging it. I think I'm doing pretty good to. What do you think? Oh wait, I don't give a damn! LOL! Its funny to me
But seriously, your reviews inspire me, so please feel free to express your opinion. Good or bad. I myself am a very harsh reviewer. And I love it.
Again, anything you would like to say, please leave it in your review. Thank you all very much.
THE CHIPMUNK HAS A DISEASE!!!...
-Sneere
Jan. 6, 2005
