"Black Wings"

By: Vanpi

Disclaimer: Unfortunately all of the characters here that are from Dragon Knights do not belong to me. A rare thing, but I'm using them at the moment to satisfy my always-twisting imagination. - Usually it only includes my characters but this time it spewed this up and I'm unfortunately only along for the ride.

Parings: None so fare, and I don't know what's going to happen down the road.

Notes: The sentences written in Italics are thoughts.

"Black Wings…"

Chapter 3

Open arms

Kharl watched as the boy's chest rose up and down as he placed Rath's tattered and torn body on the bed. He had just come out of the cold, wet forest of Kainaldia after finding the black-haired dragon knight on the verge of death, hidden under a bush. There had been blood everywhere and with the many scents riding on the air at that moment, the alchemist wouldn't have been able to find this teen if it wouldn't have been for his own trail of blood. Rath had left it there after waking up and staggering away from the bloody scene that had cost him his memories. Tattered and torn bodies had been littered all over the ground after what that demon had done, and Kharl was surprised that even one person could have survived from it, let alone Rath. Now the helpless teen laid in one of Kharl's most comfortable beds clinging to life, with only the Alchemist and his minions to take care of him.

The Renkin Wizard watched as his helpless pet lay there, clinging on with what little energy he had left. He had to do something soon, and if not, he might loose his precious pet that had just come back to him like a wounded bird with tattered black wings just asking to be saved. There was no way that Kharl would allow this boy to slip away from his grasps due to what Shydeman had done. The very thought annoyed him and if anything; it only made him more intent on nursing Rath back to health.

With that thought, Kharl took another look at the sleeping boy's wounds, then got up and headed towards the bathroom in search of some rages and medical supplies to clean his wounded bird up. As he looked around in the bathroom he picked up the towels, rages, and medical supplies needed for his task at hand. After this, the Renkin Wizard tried to think of what he could use to put the warm water in that he needed to clean off Rath's wounds. After searching for a bit, the silver-haired Alchemist found what he was looking for. Under the sink in the cabinet Kharl had found a clean bucket that would serve perfectly for this. After placing the supplies in it, the Alchemist then headed back to Rath's side.

As Kharl entered back into the bedroom from the bathroom, he set his deep, dark, ocean-blue eyes once again on that demon's victim. The black-haired boy's blood had now gotten onto the sheets and was still all over his black trench coat. A frown was placed onto Kharl's gentle looking face after seeing this. The poor boy was still bleeding, and that meant that Kharl was going to have to give him at least a few stitches in the process of bandaging his wounds.

'I'm going to have to change his sheets when I'm through with cleaning him up now. My poor little bird. Your wings have been more tattered then I thought at first. Just please pull through?' Kharl thought to himself as he bent over the side of Rath's bed in order to take off his trench coat.

Kharl's silver, shoulder length hair partially draped over his face as he gently placed Rath once again in his arms. As the poor boy was leaned up against him, Kharl maneuvered him as little as possible so he wouldn't make Rath's wounds any worse, just enough to get the trench coat free and off of his pet. After removing the blood-caked trench coat, the silver haired man placed Rath gently down on the bed once again and threw the coat on to the floor.

Since Rath's black T-shirt was caked in blood as well and more or less ruined because of this, Kharl didn't feel the need to endanger his wounded bird just to save the piece of clothing. To deal with this, the sleek man got into his supplies he had just retrieved from the bathroom and pulled out a pair of scissors. With a flick of his wrist, Kharl cut into the clothing covering the wounded boy's chest and after a few seconds, the shirt slide down it's wearers sides in pieces, revealing his badly beaten state.

Rath's chest looked bad, really bad. The sight of what that demon had did to him sickened Kharl as he set his eyes upon his poor pet. This boy hadn't been tattered and torn, he had been ripped to shreds with slashes all over his body, each one still bleeding to a certain extent. This was going to take a while to repair and at the sight of this, Kharl couldn't even imagine what was keeping his beautiful pet ticking at the moment.

Regretting not paying any attention to the sounds of the demons and other creatures screaming when that demon had been set loss, Kharl picked up a warm rag out of the pail and gently placed it on Rath's badly beaten chest. Careful not to break open any more of Rath's wounds, the blue-eyed Alchemist began to gently clean his pet's bloody chest.

After spending hours with the process of cleaning off, stitching, and finally bandaging his pet, Kharl flopped down on a chair placed by the window of Rath's room. Finally it was over, finally he was finished with his task and now he was exhausted.

Kharl then looked over at his now stable Rath relieved that he had hung on as long as he did. If he wouldn't have found him, the black-haired boy might have only been a dead corpse by now for the other demons in the forest to play with and fight over. Now, Rath seemed to look more peaceful lying there in a now clean bed. This being a fare cry from how he had looked when the Alchemist had first found and brought him here just a few hours ago.

Amused by his efforts, the silver-haired Alchemist now held a slight smile that crawled across his face as he looked at the now peaceful Rath sleeping in his bed. The sun had already set in Dusis hours ago and Kharl could feel his eyelids trying to shut on their own. Fully aware of how tired he was he took one last look out the window before finally curling up in the chair with his other clean white cloak that he had changed into a few seconds ago, after tending to Rath.

The moonlight was the only thing at the moment highlighting the tops of the trees and the pond down below that was feed by a stream coming down from the mountains above the landscape. With the way it cast it's self on the land at the moment it looked as though it was bouncing off and sparkling on everything it seemed to touch. With this, Kharl's last thoughts were of how mystical it looked before finally falling asleep, all wrapped up in his long white cloak. And with that, the night slowly faded to black as the moon faded from view and the two boys were left alone to rest, patently waiting for what was going to happen in the days to come.

"To be continued in chapter four..."

An: Hello! It's me yet again. Right now this plot is growing little by little with each chapter I write and I don't even know were it's going to end up when I'm finished. So as I said, I'm unfortunately only along for the ride. I'm actually really surprised that Kharl is being really nice and caring for a change. I mean, he's always seemed as that sort of guy, but there's always something nagging me in the back of my head that he has some kind of plot up around the corner, just waiting for someone to fall prey to him. Well, I guess that's happened, sort of. Anyway, if you've gotten this fare in reading as well, then good for you cause your in the same boat as me, except I'm the one that can give you another chapter so... Ha! Well, until next time, bye bye for now. -