A/N: Another cold November night…I can't seem to find my self…confusion is totally eating me up…my head started to ache…my mind started to daze…and my grades are dead low…won't be able to make it to the top this time…ahhhh! What a life!

Well anyway, thank you for those reviews you made. I really appreciate it guys.

Disclaimer: Don't own Samurai 7…I can be sued.

Chapter 2: Heal!

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A soft crackling of the fire snatched her back to reality. Her breathing becomes ragged. Every intake of air makes her feel like her lungs are about to explode. She had seen it! A boy…drenched in blood…he is crying…and then a woman lying on the ground with a sword pierced through her heart. And then the picture switches, it is still the same boy though he has grown…and then… the loud cries of every soul in the battle field, the smell of blood, heard the loud clashing sounds of swords and, felt the presence of death that was brought about by fear. Fear of death, it nearly suffocated her. She had seen through his heart. Found everything that he had gone through; all the things that was connected to him. She shook her head to eliminate the images that still flash on her mind. In her experience in healing, this is the first time that she ever felt drawn to her patient. What could that be?

Still catching her breath, she put her right hand toward his heart and the other to his head. She can feel a sweat rolled down her cheek but she doesn't pay much attention. Time is of the essence! It's nearly the end of the second day and his condition is still unstable and for her opinion, it is getting worst every second. She had already used all that she knows when it comes to medicine, everything! But still nothing seems to stop to dark veil of death that will surely take him any moment now. She had no one to help her. Kintaro was out to scout on the woods and gather herbs for medicine and food. She only got her self to rely on.

A condition beyond help; she remembered what Kintaro had said earlier that she now wanted to agree. Bullet holes, hitting some vital organs and a fractured arm, what can you expect? Who knows how many ounces of blood he had lost already before they found him. And it is a miracle that he can still breathe after all. And by gods she is aware that he will not live long. His breathing is uneven, his chest only roses after seconds of interval, his heart…it started to weaken.

Leaning close to him, she softly put her lips an inch away from his ear and with a shacking hand and shuddering voice, she started to call on him. "Be strong for me…my valiant samurai! Live! For I am in need of your strength to fight the reigning onslaught in my land."

She felt a burning feeling flowing out of her body. Her hand over his heart started to feel the sudden galloping of his heart. A small smile escape from her face but it slowly fades as his heart suddenly slowed its beating returning to its earlier state and it is getting fainter…and then, it stop.

"No!" It is starting to dawn on her that he was destined to die. No! His body may be weak but his spirit is not! I can sense it! He wanted to live! True enough. She had sense his struggle to survive and felt that his soul doesn't want to come out of his body. A sense to live; he will need it and as she will.

Slowly, she straitened and positioned her hands to his heart. She is aware of the danger it will bring her. Using the forbidden craft means writing her own death sentence but she has to use it. If Kintaro was here he will prevent her for doing it, bury the dead man and tell her to find another samurai. She smiled. It's a good thing that he is not around. She won't find another samurai for she believes that he is the one she is looking for. Taking a deep breath, she started the incantation.

"I call upon the spirits of fire, wind, water and earth; guardians of the dead and the living, heed my call! I summon thee to aid me, restore his life. Give him precious air so that he may breathe again!"

She felt the burning sensation again but this time it is more intense, flowing from with in her, spreading through her arm like wild fire over his heart. Her face was contorted with pain. Her breath started to get uneven. Lowering her face to him, she slowly whispered: "I will give thee half of my life." And with that, she put her lips to his. She felt her life slowly draining from her as she felt his body arched like a human sacrifice. His eyes are glassy because of shocked as he suddenly opened it. With a ragged breathing she spoke to him: "You…a-are n-now bound t-to me, as I a-am b-bound to you."

He slowly eased out. His blurry eyes started to flutter shut. His breathing was restored. He slowly left out a sigh before falling in to sleep.

Still breathing hard and pain etched on her face, she manages to smile. She had made him live, she had triumph over death. Feeling contented she searched for her staff by her hand. She was about to stand up when she felt her chest hurt and a series of cough started to follow with it blood came out of her mouth. Her world started to spun and before she knew what would happen next, she fainted next to him, hearing Kintaro called out her name.

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A/N: Hope you like the second part. It's a bit short for I only wanted to emphasize on how our beloved samurai came back to life. !

Please forgive me for the grammatical errors. Neh? I always ask the same? Well its just that I…I'm guilty of committing such mistakes.

Well see next chapies! For now, Ciao!