Sweet Nothings of Doom

By: Rogue White Dragon (aka Dragoness)

Disclaimer: I don't own TOS

Female Trickery – Part One

"Sooo…"

"Absolutely not."

"It's a nice spot here…"

"I said no."

"But the sun is shining, and the weather's fine…"

"All the more reason not to."

"Kraaaatoos."

"No."

"But-"

"No." She glared at the back of his head as he walked in front of her, completely refusing to slow down.

"Jerk." She growled, and after hearing some scuffling from behind him, Kratos looked over his shoulder to see what she was doing, but stopped when a small rock hit him the head. Scowling, he turned around and snapped

"You've already slowed us down significantly, Anna. We are barely half way, and it has already been two days." Two days of torture.

"Two days? That's not bad." Kratos gave an exasperated sigh, and replied

"It's supposed to be a three day trip." Anna blinked at him in surprise, as if he hadn't mentioned it several times already.

"But Kratos, I'm just an ordinary girl, I can't keep up with your super-human-mercenary pace." She even smiled at him sweetly. Eyebrows narrowing at her, he said

"If that is the way you feel, then…" He stalked towards her, and ignored the startled expression on her face as she stepped backwards.

"K-kratos? I wasn't serious." He stopped about a foot away from her, and gave a small nod

"Then keep moving. We're not stopping." She sighed again, making sure he knew she was annoyed. Turning around, Kratos began to lead the way to Asgard like he had been since they left Luin. With his back facing her once again, he should have expected the small projectile that pelted him in the head. The mercenary stopped walking, faced Anna once again, and was in front of her before she could squeak out an apology. Without allowing her to argue, Kratos snatched her small pack from her back, joined it with his own that was resting on his shoulder, and then grabbed the startled brunette. She was smaller than him, and seemed to weigh next to nothing, so he did what he thought was the best thing to keep her out of trouble: he lifted a disgruntled Anna over his free shoulder, and continued the walk again.

"Put me down!" She added to her words by slamming a fist against his back, as if her pounding could force him to do so. She was given no response and Kratos continued the journey for the two of them.

Hardly an hour passed when he felt her give a tug to his hair, her voice sounding oddly optimistic as she said

"Saaaaay, Mercenary, how 'bout we make a deal? If I win, we rest here till tomorrow, if you win, we keep moving till you say otherwise? I'll even walk by myself." Kratos rolled his eyes, and replied

"There will be no deal, Anna. You're not the only one who-" His jaw clenched when she gave a harder tug of his hair, and he was almost certain that she'd ripped some out.

"Come on, Kratos. Tell you what, limited time offer, I'll even shut up for a few hours?" Kratos stopped walking, and unceremoniously dropped the brunette onto the ground. She let out 'oof' when she landed, and spared him a glare as she climbed to her feet.

"Great, I knew you'd come around!" Again she gave him an overly bright smile, and then she turned serious as she began talking again "So, I'm thinking we could have just a harmless little fight, and whoever wins, gets to decide where we'll stop and rest?" The auburn haired mercenary raised an eyebrow, and asked

"You honestly think you could defeat me? I live by my sword, Anna, what could you possibly hope to-" There was a small flash of steel, and Kratos leapt backwards, out of harms way and stared at her, eyes going slightly wide. Had he not moved, the dagger she was now brandishing in her right hand would have done serious damage to his throat. He watched as she gave a small flick of her left wrist, and a second knife seemed to materialize from her sleeve.

"Don't underestimate me just I'm 'cause I'm smaller then you." She told him with a smile. She launched herself at him while he drew his blade, and grinned when he was forced to hastily bring up his longer weapon to block her first dagger. Her second blade charged towards his head but he ducked the blow and used his shoulder to shove her away from him. She answered this with a grunt, and went at him a second time with both knives drawn and ready. He cursed a little, since he couldn't very well kill his client – as tempting as it might have been – but he couldn't exactly allow her win either.

Dropping his sword, he used his hands to catch her wrists, and held them far enough away from him to render her blades harmless.

"That's enough, Anna." She glared at him, paused thoughtfully, and then smiled all too sweetly. He frowned at her, opened his mouth to speak again, but found himself interrupted when she kneed him in the groin. He gave a pained grunt, and his grip tightened on her wrists. She blinked at him in confusion, and muttered

"Well this is a first…" Then promptly kneed him a second time. Unable to take the second blow in a dignified manner, Kratos found himself releasing her, and his knees buckled. "I'll set up camp then, Mercenary-dude. You just recover there for a little while. I'll go get us some firewood." She stuffed her knives back up her sleeves where he could only imagine their sheaths were, then walked away.

Wincing a little, Kratos tried to sit himself up, but found the movement rather difficult. He glared in the direction she left in, and promised himself that the second they reached Asgard, he was going to kill her. Very painfully. Until then, he was going to wallow in his current pain, and hope that some monster would get to her before she came back.

"…then I told Bethy that the best way to get rid of them, was to use her mothers cooking." Anna was currently stirring something in a large pot she had set up above the fire she'd built. "After all, what better way to scare off the unwanted, than by poisoning them?" Kratos, who by now had calmed down enough to stop glaring at her, sighed and asked

"Are you still talking about men, or have you switched to vermin?" He ran a hand threw his auburn hair, and looked curiously at the food she was preparing. Anna looked up at him, one eyebrow arched, as she replied thoughtfully

"I suppose both. Heavens know Bethy had problems with them." She sprinkled some spices into the pot, then went on with talking while she cooked. Kratos had his doubts that she was even paying attention to what she was doing, since she seemed to be more engrossed in her speaking.

"Now, Heather had it worse. This one time…" As Kratos was quickly becoming accustomed too, he tuned her out, and gave her nods whenever she looked up at him expectantly. Honestly, how could women talk forever, and never run out of things to say?

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ugh, so, I said longer chapters, and this one and the next chapter were originally going to be together, but I've been working lots, and I wanted to post something, so I decided to put it in two parts. Hopefully, part two will be up within the week, and then I'll work on making the chapters longer. Anywho, thanks for reading, and please review

. ja'ne

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