The Ancient Claymore...

Rating: M for gore, blood, language, and death
Author: Soul TellerA/N: Chapter 3... Not much to say... Except this... Thank you dlight for being the only person to review my story so far...
Disclaimer: I don't own Claymore, or any other anime being presented here. If I did Raki would be hooked up with Clare, and they would have babies...

Summary: His job was to protect, the best way to do that was to hide, now with another claymore and a human he must reveal himself.

Drown in the abyss,
The abyss known as death,
Fall onto your knees,
Your time has come

Chapter 3
The Boy

'Your not afraid of me? There's no need to tell you it's going to be a forgotten name anyway...' Raki's eye's shot open and he sat up. He looked around.

"Ah this is..." He heard the door open and he turned to see a man with a large mustache walk in, in his arms were fruits and breads.

"Huh? Err..."

"Eat up you haven't eaten or drunk anything in days, do you think you can cross the fields like that? Especially with that fox." Raki then realized.

"Ah! Naruto! Where's Naruto?" The man looked at him.

"Naruto? Is that it's name? I don't know... as soon as you were brought here it ran off..." Raki was disappointed but he expected it, Naruto probably didn't want to be in a place he wasn't familiar with if Raki wasn't there. It was then that it occurred to Raki. Just where exactly was he?

"May... May I ask... This is..."

"Huh?" Then catching what the boy was trying to get he said, "This is a inn in the town of Ego, you've been here since yesterday." Raki nodded, then he turned his eye's on the food. "Eat up!"

"Ummm... But... I don't have any money... I don't have anything for any of this." Raki said.

"Don't worry about the expenses. Someone already paid for the room and food." The inn keeper said.

"What?" Who would pay for him? The man gave him a significant look.

"Paid by the Silver-eyed witch."

"What!?" A Silver-eyed witch? A Claymore! Maybe the same one from before.

"The.. The Silver-eyed witch... What's her name...?" Raki asked throwing off the blanket and turning to look at the man.

"I don't know. She never told me and I never asked. But I can tell you one thing, I got scared." Raki looked at him confused slightly. "Who would've thought a Silver-eyed witch could carry a beaten up kid to this town. Let you sleep in an inn, and pay for your expenses." The man said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Th... Then... where is she now?" Raki asked, standing now.

"I don't know, you can try looking around town. But chances are she's already left for another destination." Raki grabbed his tunic and rushed for the door.

"So... Sorry! I've gotta go! Thanks for everything." He said hurridly

"Yo! Not even time to eat?" The inn keeper asked. This caught Raki and he sped back and gobbled what he could.

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Raki was outside looking for either Clare or Naruto. However with all these people here it was probably pointless to search here.

"You there!" Raki turned to see a young man probably a few years older than him calling to him. "Your the kid who was brought here a few day's ago right?" Raki nodded. "There's a so-called Claymore looking for you."

"Huh? Where is she?" Raki asked.

"Hmm... She left town and went to the forest." He said.

"Thank... Thank you!" Raki said and he ran to his next destination.

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In the forest 3 figures hooded and cloaked stood in a small circle one was noticeably shorter than the other two, "Never thought I'd run into you here of all places... Anyway! I found the fucking chibi!" one said pointing a slim pale hand at the shorter, it was the devilish voice.

"So I noticed... How you been?" This was the happy voice from before.

"Huh? Uh... Ummm... Good I guess..." This voice was softly spoken and seemed nervous.

"What's that fucking chibi?" The devilish voice asked in menacing low voice. The small one jumped, and waved a pair of small arms.

"No... Nothing! Nothing at all! AH-ha-ha-ha!" He gave a nervous laugh.

"You really need to stop threatening people... I mean it's good for your... uh... business but still."

"Eh? What you got a problem with my business fucking foxy?"

"You know I do... But then again I do owe you a favor and that favor is not destroying your business so consider yourself lucky." It was then that they heard a high pitched laugh, they all turned their cloaked heads in the direction of the laugh.

"Wh... wh... what was that!?" The short one squeaked.

"There's a yoma disguising as a claymore out there fucking chibi... It seems to have something hostage. Check it out fucking chibi." The devilish voice said it's voice slightly less devilish.

"H... Huh? Okay..." The short one seemed to vanish then he reappeared. "The fake Claymore has a small human, with short brown hair, and a scar above his left eye hostage. While the Claymore with short hair, has just thrown her sword away. The fake appears to have the advantage..." the short one said.

"Well at least you still have your 'Golden legs,' The fake has the advantage huh? No... This is the still the Claymores advantage."

"You sure about that? She just got stabbed! Fucking foxy!" However the only answer was a slight chuckle.

"Keep watching!"

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"Clare!"

"Hahahaha! It went through! So does it hurt? Being pierced through your body?" However the yoma was confused as Clare grabbed her arm, and threw herself down the hill. "What!?" they slammed and rolled into the ground, then they finally hit the bottom, Clare straddled on top of the Yoma's torso. "Don't make me laugh! You think you can hurt me with that?" However Clare reached out to the side, where the Yoma realized seconds too late, her sword was. Clare grabbed it and quickly sliced off the arm that was wedged into her stomach. The Yoma gave a blood curdling scream, however not even giving it a second chance the sword came down and sliced off her brain. The Yoma fell... dead, blood spurting from it's stump like head as Clare glared down at it with golden eye's as purple blood splattered against her.

However now was not the time to celebrate. She grabbed the arm that was wedged into her stomach and pulled it out, causing red blood to splatter. She gave a cough as her body flinched from the pain, and was forced onto her knee as her legs nearly gave way. She threw the arm away and began to catch her breath. When she was ready her eye's glowed and veins bulged on her skin, as she grasped the wound on her stomach. Veins bulged around the wound, as her stomach seemed to twist and contort in her hand, when it was done she removed the hand revealing the crimson yet healed wound. She stood up, she heard Raki's calls as he slid down the hill.

"Clare!" She heard and then came his rapid tearful apologies, it was almost sickening to hear them.

"Don't be mistaken," she said cutting him off, "I didn't throw the sword away for you. It was just to make sure that it didn't leave. If I charged at it attempting to kill you with it, it would've killed you and run away. So I threw my sword there to lure him into a trap." She said, for some reason it felt better to explain all this though she did feel a sting of anger at the boy for assuming that he had caused her trouble.

"Then... Then..."

"Don't talk anymore. Why are you here? Your village is very far from here." She questioned cutting off Raki. He stared at her then lowered his head "Have you been abandoned?" She asked. This got a reaction from him.

"No... That's not it..." He said his voice now meek. Clare didn't know why but somehow... it brought back memories... painful memories... memories when she was a weak human girl. Tortured and used as a Yoma's plaything, the villagers hated her, and then it was slain and no one wanted someone who had been close to a Yoma. No one...

"Can you cook?" She asked the tear stained face of the boy.

"Huh?" He looked up at her.

"You told me before that you can cook. Can you cook well?" The boy looked at her his face astonished then he nodded vigorously his face slightly grim. "Good. As my cook... following me around is not a bad idea. Will you follow me to the towns that I'll be going to?" The boy seemed delirious with happiness.

"Definitely!" The boy exclaimed.

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"Heh! Seems like he's in good hands for a while... Fucking brat..." The devilish voice said, then the cloaked figure owning turned to another. "You going?"

"Mmm... Yeah... He might miss me after awhile... hang on a minute," There was loud popping and snapping of bones and muscle as the figure seemed to shrink in his cloak. Then from the cloak out walked a fox, with a golden tipped tail and blue eye's. It looked at the other 2 and yipped then it ran off.

"Heh... All right let's go fucking chibi..." The devilish figure said to the meek one. And they both vanished in a cloud of dirt.

Yes, Yes I know! This is shorter than my last one! But you know what I'm in a dilemma right now! Whether or not I should include the Black Card story into this... Or just skip ahead to the hunt in the church! I'll probably know what to do if you guy's review! Please do that!

Soul Teller the Corrupt Soul Weaver...