The demon girl woke up in a stupor. Her eyes may have now been open but she couldn't process much at the moment. All she knew was that it was really cold and the snow was falling on her face. She slowly sat up and realized that her head was throbbing and she couldn't move her left arm. A tree was right next to her and she used it to rest against. Breathing in deeply, the cold air refreshed her mind of what had exactly happened. She fought with the demon right before she was knocked out. She looked down and saw a protruding black cloth from under the snow. Slowly reaching over, she brushed away some of the powder and saw the pale white face of the demon. The blood had been drained from his face and she could barely even tell where his face ended and the snow started. Surely if he were left here for much longer he would die. And she knew she shouldn't care. But she did. That was the doctor in her. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for others who were hurt, even if they did try to injure her beyond repair.
Slowly getting up, she tried to see through the blizzard toward the place she was going, a cave where she could have shelter. Checking herself to see if she still had her medicines and the weapons, she took several minutes to regain what strength she could. Then, she rolled the strange demon onto her back and took off.
A half an hour later, she was having trouble getting where she needed to go. Her wounds were rigorous and supporting a second demon on her back in the middle of a blizzard was taking its toll. But she continued on, still carrying this demon that, if in her position, would have surely let her die if he gave up on the weapons. But she wasn't an evil demon, for the most part. She used to helped people for a living, and it was in her blood. Her cold, slowing blood.
Her lips blue, her face losing all color and her body going numb, she continued to the cave that seemed so out of reach. Her left arm was useless by now, after getting it injured in the fight, and freezing from the cold, it was dead weight along with this demon to her. But she kept on, trying to safe one more life, not including her own.
Several more minutes passed and by now she was on her knees dragging herself inches per minute. Several times she collapsed in the snow but didn't give up hope. She just restricted her muscles as much as she could and kept going. Before, she had checked her medicines to see if she could use any of them, but she couldn't. The time she'd spent knocked out from the head injury they had frozen and couldn't work unless they were in their usual liquid form. And that's why she was here, slowly freezing to death and carrying out her promise to save those in pain to the best of her ability that she had made when she first became a doctor.
But it wasn't enough. With one last search for energy, she spurted herself forward several more inches as the snow continued to beat down. Her muscle functions were freezing up and she could barely move. Wheezing for air, she could feel the board like stiffness of the demon on her back. For all she knew he was dead by now, but she couldn't check, she couldn't even get him off of her. Closing her eyes, she slowly started to lose consciousness again. With stagnant breaths of last air, her throat burned from the chill the air gave her and used her last bit of energy to summon a shadow from off her body. A dark spot appeared on her open hand and rose from its shadow. Trying to bring the item to her face, her breathing suddenly stopped, but she continued to move the item to her face. Then, just before she finally lost full consciousness, she rubbed the handkerchief to her face and tried to take in a breath of the smell that came from it. Getting what she wanted, she went completely limp and let the handkerchief slip out of her grip, the initials KCS getting wet from the contact with the snow.
Two Hours Later
The blizzard still had yet to weaken and both demons were buried under feet of snow, encasing them in a pure white tomb. The area had not been disturbed since the girl's moving because all of the animals were smart enough to go for shelter. The trees wisped in the wind and cast dreadful shadows over the snow as the sun began to set, the temperature took an even more dramatic drop. As night and day took equal shares in the sky, no movement came from the little mound below the shade. Soon enough, the pure white snow took on a dark tint as the moon rose and illuminated the still and quiet forest.
Then it was disturbed. As if against the forces of nature to slowly kill whatever is trapped under, a white hand rose from the snow and reached forward. Shaking with the pain of being buried, it tried to open and close itself to help the blood run through it again. Slowly and stagnantly the rest of the body came out slowly through the snow. The blizzard, still running through the night, whipped against the body that could barely even feel the movement of its chest as it heaved as much air as it could into its lungs. Steadily, the head looked up and saw where it was, and didn't recognize it. Moving slowly, turning its head around like an owl without the movement of the rest of its body, the demon saw where he was.
He had moved. A lot. He wasn't in the presence of trees all around him, but an open space that was near sloping down just fifteen feet ahead. Wondering how he came to be here, he finally felt something hard below him and tried to move the snow to see what it was. The girl sat frozen and cold below him. Trying to process it all, he realized what had happened. The girl tried to save his life. How, he could not fathom. Why, he did not know. But now, there was no way to give his thanks. He was forever in the debt of a woman who just got in the way. All he wanted were the weapons. But she had to get in the way of him, and now he owed his life. But, even if he didn't show it, he was a man with honor. And this woman in the pink kimono just got his. He knew he shouldn't care about what happens to her from here on out, but he did. He tried to convince himself that he was going to do this for the weapons and nothing else, but it was too clear of his intentions to save her life Just as she had tried with his.
Trying his hardest to regain movements in his limbs, the wooziness of the purple liquid that knocked him out before wearing off, he rigidly lifted the girl's stiff body into his arms, and went forward to the cave he saw in the distance.
A small light flickered against the wall. Her silhouette danced on the rocks even though her body was motionless. Wind could be heard blowing outside, still fueling the furious blizzard that never seemed to end. A crack from the fire and ember popping up was the only kind of activity inside the cave where the two wounded demons lay. One was unconscious and the other trying to warm up next to the fire he had made. Trying to breath steadily, he looked at the girl whom he had placed facing the fire. She looked extremely disheveled from the fight, her left arm stiff in dried blood and her stomach in an open gash visible through the durable kimono he had slashed through. Her breathing was almost non existent as she barely moved every couple of seconds her stomach moved from the filling of her lungs.
This girl had surprised him with her fighting. She didn't seem like the kind to openly engage in a fight like theirs, but someone like him should know better than to judge solely by appearances. She looked frail enough to defeat, and also slightly sick by her pale complexion, but that proved incorrect. It had been a while since he had seen a formidable enemy to fight, and part of him was happy he found her instead of someone else even though it would have been easier to get the weapons. Her use of potions also intrigued him, she probably had even stronger ones than the ones she used.
There was only one thing troubling him. The moment he had her life in his hands, when he said he would kill her if she didn't give him the jade weapons, she seemed content with the idea. Her expression at that moment seemed to tell him 'go ahead'. But he couldn't. If he did, then there would be no way for him to retrieve the weapons. The demon's thoughts then changed again to why this girl wanted the weapons like he did. What would a woman like her need them? Of course, he really had no purpose with them that serious. Just so he could have them in his possession. Stealing was a sort of disease for him. Although, the power that came with weapons like those could be very prosperous for a demon.
The girl moved.
Startling the other demon slightly, the girl shifted in her position, though stayed unconscious. This showed him that she was warming up. Her limbs and muscles were finally getting softened from the freezing weather. He kept his gaze on her for several more seconds before moving to her hands. They were small and as pale as her face. There was a cloth in them that had him slightly interested since setting her down and now, after her shift, he could see it better. It was shining in the light of the fire with a gold tint. He could see gold threaded into it with the letters KCS stitched in the corner. He wondered what the letters stood for, for a few seconds before changing his focus once again.
The girl seemed to be waking up now. Her eyes were fluttering open, closing several times because of the intensity of the fire. Then, as her eyes finally got used to the light, the girl curled up slightly before sitting up. She pressed her face into her hands trying to make her headache go away. As she did this, she took a small sniff of her handkerchief before looking up. When she did, she met the crimson eyes of the demon that injured and saved her. They stared at each other for several awkward seconds. Then, the girl took notice of this other demon's injuries and his strange breathing pattern. Instantly, she summoned her medicines from off of her body and placed them in front of her. The other demon seemed to go on alert when he saw the familiar vials, but this was a different group of concoctions.
The demon girl winced in the pain of her arm and stomach and took out a small vial of a clear, slightly thick, liquid. As she worked to get it unscrewed and rub it on her wounds, the other demon just looked at her. Her face was astonishingly distinct when looking at it with the glow of the fire on it. He could see every facet of her skin from forehead to neck, even the blood that had dried from her cuts and scrapes. His attention didn't escape her face until she started to rub that liquid into the cuts he had just looked over. She had yet to notice his staring, or was choosing to look away, and finished with the clear medicine on herself. Afterwards, she shifted to her shins, and started to scoot closer to the other demon around the fire. She took her medicines and set them in front of herself and the demon. Taking out a powder, a cup and yet another vial, she started to mix them together. Silence was still strongly apart of the cave, neither demon seeming to want to start a real conversation. When the girl was done, she took out a small leathery cloth and poured the grainy solution onto it. Then, she tried to touch it to one of the other demon's wounds, but he slid away. Then, finally, words began to fill the silence.
"If you think you are going to come anywhere near me with your paralyzing potions then you must be as crazy as I have figured you out to be."
"Why am I crazy? Because I defended my life?"
The demon didn't answer quickly, he took the time to think, think of why this woman was acting as she was. "You're crazy for carrying a demon who tried to take that life hundreds of yards closer to safety."
"Well, in that case, I guess that you are equally as crazy as I." They looked at each other for several seconds, the girl smiling inside at the other's reaction to her words. He looked surprised at what she had said, and baffled at what to say next. This girl didn't seem at all mad for him attacking her and trying to take the weapons that she had gotten herself. "Do not worry, this mixture is for closing and cleaning up wounds. I use it all the time. See?" The girl took a dab of her medicine and rubbed it onto her left arm along with the other medicine she had used for herself. "It does take a bit longer to work though, but it works very well in the long run." The other demon just stared at her in confusion, wondering why in the three worlds she would try and help him. "Well don't look at me like that, I am a doctor anyhow. Just because I tried to defend myself doesn't mean I want you killed. There are plenty of people out there I have fought to the death with whom I didn't actually want to die." The girl waited for several seconds to see if the demon would talk. "Well come on now, don't look so surprised. I figure you've never seen someone talk before. Or maybe you've never seen someone you fought talk seeing as how they should probably be dead. Now don't move, this is will fix you right up." The girl tried yet again to put the medicine on the demon's wounds and he was too bamboozled to try and move.
"Who are you?" The demon finally spoke after feeling the cooling sensation the medicine gave to his burning wounds. She touched it to his shoulder, and then she paused before rubbing it onto his face.
"My name? My name is Dr. Saskiako."
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Shade- I should have probably read this all over before posting but I don't feel like it. Please review or go read my other stories or something.
