Claymore: The Extra Ghost

Chapter 2: The Yoki Wave

Audrey glanced behind her as Rachel moaned in pain. It was just their rotten luck that they had to be in this position; she paused and decided to let some words loose.

"We are not to say a word about being saved," she began,

"Why Audrey?" Rachel asked,

"If we do, they'll ask questions and we could be in danger. We'll tell them that we didn't see what killed Riful, ok."

"Jeez, if we have to." Rachel grumbled, "Still who saved us?"

"Probably like you said; the ghosts of the fallen warriors of the north." Audrey replied, as the younger two girls also came to and slowly rose. She told the others what she had planned and suggested that they go quietly and say not a word about the fact that there was a male half yoma walking the land again. The others had made a point about telling the Organization but Audrey pointed out a few key things that would happen if they did expose the existence of the male,

"One, we know that he is powerful, so there would be no hope of the Number 1 and Number 2 taking him on because fact one, he took out Riful, that I saw with my own eyes, fact two, we don't know a thing about the women that he is travelling with. We don't have enough to say that he is or isn't a threat, so we'll just say nothing for the time being." She pushed.

Her comrades reluctantly agreed with her and they decided that they would all return to Sutafu as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile the ghosts of the north were making their move towards Rabona as Seto had picked up on a large yoki that was causing some trouble for a group of warriors. They were walking through the rain and were travelling along a route that seemed to make Miria unhappy. Seto paused.

"Hey looks like somebody's dropped a claymore, I wonder who's, I've never seen that mark." Helen said loudly

"Let me have that Helen." Miria commanded,

"Uh, sure do you know whose it is?" Helen asked Miria.

"It can't be," said Miria, "this is…" Miria had gone white, and she was shaking just a little bit, as she reflected on something that was clearly years ago.

She went up to the mountain and shoved the sword into the ground, Seto heard her say,

"I finally found your sword, though you had stopped carrying it by the time you reached the mountain,"

"Hey Miz Miria, hurry up or we'll leave you!" Helen called,

Miria turned to face them and then a soft smile formed on her face, and she took the point of the group, leading them on to Rabona.

That night while the others were resting, Seto stood facing the city that was called Rabona. It was the holy city and as far as he knew half yoma weren't allowed in its walls. He could sense at least one half yoma and something else that was like Riful, what Miria had taught him was an awakened being, monsters who were warriors who had lost the battle against the yoma half of their minds and were condemned to eat humans until they were kindly killed by either one like them or killed by a half yoma. Seto felt quite out of place amongst all of the women, he was sure that Tabitha had issues with his mere presence, made worse whenever he was near Miria, but for some strange reason he didn't know, he felt drawn to her as if there was more than mutual agreement and a similar way of thinking. He blushed as he thought over the last month, the first time they had been intimate and he felt a hot flush over his entire body. He had enjoyed it too much. He flinched as he remembered touching Miria, and how good it felt to hold her. Seto pushed the thoughts from his mind and focused on other things. He could sense a pair of warriors heading towards Rabona, one had to be quite small, or else she was very weak, her yoki was just a soft spark. She was scared and she didn't want to be doing whatever it was that she was doing. The other warrior was strong, almost as powerful as Riful in fact, and based on what he could see, she was very clingy to the weaker warrior. He was so absorbed by the yoki in the distance that he failed to notice Helen creep up on him.

"What cha doing there Seto?" She grinned evilly,

"Ugh, Helen leave me alone," Seto sighed, "it was so peaceful without you hanging around, you know that?"

"Hey, it's not my fault that I can't fail but notice you look pretty hot." Helen sniffed, "And that Miria gets all the fun."

Seto gaped at her, "No way, I said leave me alone Helen, unless you want to get into some serious trouble later."

Helen tilted her head as she tried to work out what Seto was talking about, she then realised that he'd slipped through her fingers again. She sighed and then headed back to camp.

Miria felt his light hand on her shoulder and was up in half an instant.

"What is it Seto?" She asked,

"Two warriors are heading to Rabona," He replied, "my guess is that they aren't after the awakened one, but rather the half yoma who is hiding in the city."

"I see." Miria replied, "We'll do what we can then."

"We have to go there!" Clare exclaimed, "Raki might be there!"

The whole group sighed and Clare continued to push it.

"Fine, we'll go to Rabona," said Miria, "only because the warriors will need our help to take out the awakened being that has made her home in the city."

The ghosts of the north rushed to Rabona with haste arriving in the nick of time.

"What a farce, I'm going to just level this place." Said the awakened being.

"I won't let you destroy this town it's important to me." Said Clare,

"Oh," said the awakened one, "who are you?"

"You don't need to know our names, because this is where you die." Clare replied.

"This is where I die? Who do you think you are appearing out of nowhere and spouting nonsense like that?"

"There are eight legs supporting your body?" said Clare as if the being had said nothing at all, "That's a good number."

Seto saw Miria's signal and he rushed forward, cutting the nearest leg to himself. He saw Cynthia, Tabitha and Deneve hack up a leg each. He could sense Helen, Clare, Yuma and Miria each carve up the other four legs. He could hear the longhaired woman cry out, and he saw Miria catch her,

"She took out your eyes and an arm?" Miria inquired,

"No," said the longhaired woman, "my eyes have been like this for a long time…I've heard your voice before, you must be…"

"Sorry, but we'll talk later, right now there's something that we have to take care of first." Miria said as she pulled off her cloak, "I'll finish this in one strike; I've no reason to hold back against an awakened one."

"Heh, heh, heh," Helen grinned.

All of them had dropped their cloaks and were truly ready for a fight.

"Strong," The blond child said surely

"Eh," said the brunette claymore,

"All of them smell strong, but there are three of them smell really strong, those three are far beyond the others." The young longhaired warrior said

"Not bad for a bunch of small fry." Said Agatha, "You've gotten me to fight in my true form."

"Is she for real?" Helen screamed, "Her true form's that huge?"

Helen, Clare and Deneve all jumped away as Agatha struck at them.

"Clare, Deneve, cover me, I'll take off her head with the drill sword!" Helen yelled

"Wait don't be fooled she's…" Galatea began

"She was lying when she said that this was her true form," said Seto, "her true form is hiding in the abdomen, but it is shifting around to prevent us from targeting it." Seto cheerfully informed the others, "We'll have to take the true form's head and cut the hair connecting it to the awakened form if we want to finish her in one go."

"Well I never," said Galatea, voicing her approval, "I'm surprised that such a skilled reader is among you all."

"I must give you a word of thanks for your assessment." Seto replied, "Don't worry, we'll save this town."

"And I won't let another person die!" snarled Miria, as she rushed forward, cutting into Agatha's abdomen, using the new technique that she had spent a good part of seven years perfecting,

"GUH!"

"Where?" asked Miria,

"Upper body, left torso," Seto replied,

Cynthia and Yuma both sprung up and tried to get the strike however they were stopped by Agatha who used ribbons of her flesh to block them. Deneve jumped up and cut Agatha with her twin swords,

"Where?" she asked Seto,

"Right side moving shoulder to arm." He told them

"WAHOO!" cried Helen using the drill sword to drill apart Agatha's awakened arm.

Agatha cursed as she was cut off by Seto, who neatly hacked her apart before she had a chance to respond to the situation. The ghosts all sheathed their swords.

"You have a lot of wounds but thankfully none of them are life threating," said Cynthia, "Your arm was only just cut off so you should be able to regenerate it."

"Oh, ho, you're harmonizing your yoki to help me recover and regenerate, don't worry, I'm a defensive type, I can do that by myself." Galatea smiled,

"It's much faster when two people do it," Cynthia smiled sweetly, "Let me help you."

"NGH," sniffed Clarice, she was shaking with self-doubt, she didn't want to do what she had been ordered and yet she didn't want to disobey her orders.

"Oh, please, you wanna go dark hair?" Helen groaned,

"No her mission is to kill me," smiled Galatea, "Now that I have done what I needed to do you can have my life."

"Why? Why can't you be more evil?" Clarice cried, "How can I kill you after hearing you say that?"

Tears flowed down Clarice's face as she ploughed on, "Even if it is a direct order from the Organization…and the target is right in front of me…I don't know what I should do."

The warrior sobbed and cried her heart out,

"In that case, don't go back." Miria spoke so suddenly, it took a while for Clarice to process what she had just heard, "You certainly won't be able to return without executing Galatea, and they'll most certainly decide that you have disobeyed orders which is the same as treason to them, which means you'll be executed on the spot, and you won't be able to get away with saying that you couldn't find Galatea or that she escaped, so there is only one path, don't go back." She looked at the younger warrior, and explained the reasoning, so that she could understand what her decision cost her,

"But if we do that then we…"

"Yes, you'll be considered traitors and you'll be marked for death." Miria replied, "However if you stay in this city the Organization will not be able to get their hands on you easily. At least officially Rabona is holy ground."

"It's a temporary solution at best, if they felt like it the Organization could level the whole city as well as destroying us." Said Galatea,

"A temporary solution is all we need." Said Miria,

"What?" asked Galatea,

"We've come to destroy the Organization." Said Miria calmly

Galatea tilted her head, "I can't say much except that it is a reckless and foolish idea. To take revenge for the fallen warriors of the north, you're willing to cross blades with the current warriors? And what about the yoma? Even if humans despise us, we half yoma are the only ones who can dispose of yoma. In spite of all the unforgivable things that the Organization has done to us, the safety of the humans depends on them-"

"No, not really," said Seto, "as far as I know, this 'Organization' is responsible for yoma."

"What? How do you say that?"

"I might as well tell you everything I've learnt." Miria sighed,

"Everything you've learnt…" Galatea sounded confused,

"In rage after losing a friend, I sort revenge against the Organization, but I quickly perceived the problem that Galatea just described, and so while fulfilling my assigned duties I began to journey to the remote edges of the continent to gather information. At that time I had no criteria by which to judge them. It was then that I came across something disturbing," Miria took a breath and continued, "there was a place that was completely cut off from the rest of this island. They were quite shocked to see me, it was the first time that they heard what we have known for so long, that yoma had infested the land long ago, so I came up with a theory," Miria looked around them and continued, pushing on, "the yoma are created by the Organization themselves."

"Yoma are what?" all the others except Seto cried out. He knew what Miria had known, and for at least seven years now. He understood what she was saying.

"Think about what we've been told," said Miria, "they existed from long ago continually preying on humans, the greatest predators alive, but in reality who was it that told us those stories? In truth it was the yoma themselves, those within the Organization,"

"Such a wild theory based on one instance of a cut off village, there is no other proof…"

"There is proof," said Seto, "I would like to think that I am exhibit A and exhibit B would be so close that you wouldn't really notice it."

"What?" the others cried again,

"This claymore, isn't it a bit much for just killing yoma?" Miria questioned, "Not once in all the time that we have battled yoma has this blade been bent or broken, I've never even seen one get chipped. The way this blade is made, you would almost think that it was made for awakened beings or something even greater."

"Awakened beings…"

"Or something even greater…"

The others were in a state of shock and Miria explained that the claymore was just not possible to be produced in the land. Seto added that the world was a much larger place, that there were many continents. Miria went on to explain that there was a large war in another land that was greater than their own, and that the real reason that the warriors had been developed in the first place was to make a controllable awakened being, that their land was nothing but a test site for this.

After the whole truth and weight of Miria's discoveries sat on all the half yoma, it was decided that they would have to talk to the Rabonians in order to sort out what was to happen after such a swift battle. It was decided that the Rabonians would give the half yoma a place to hide and train for taking out the Organization. While Miria was working out the finer details with Father Vincent, Seto, Helen, Deneve, Yuma and Clare were all sitting with Cid and Galk having a drink. Helen was absolutely drunk and Seto was doing his best to avoid her. He decided to drink, but he didn't let it into his bloodstream. He needed a clear head whenever Helen was around, she was too much like Joey and that was a bad thing as far as he was concerned. Thankfully she didn't get too close to him, choosing to slump over Deneve instead,

"Hey you drinking Deneve?"

"Yes I am," the short haired warrior sighed. Then Helen stood up and started mucking around with a chair. Seto resisted the urge to laugh and draw attention to himself.

"Helen sure is having fun," Yuma sighed,

"She's drowning her sorrows," Deneve sighed, "After hearing all that she doesn't know how to take it."

"Oh, sure she doesn't but getting drunk isn't the answer." Seto growled, "I don't want her to close to me thanks."

"Interesting, I didn't think that Claymores could actually get drunk." Said Cid,

"Whether or not we get drunk is a matter of personal choice," said Clare, "We half yoma can eliminate poisons from our bodies at will. Conversely we can choose to let the alcohol enter our bloodstream."

"What about you, are you letting the alcohol into your bloodstream then?" Cid asked,

"Half of it, but it seems that I have a tolerance for it." Clare replied as she put down the glass, she spoke, "Actually there's something I wanted to ask you, which was the main reason why I insisted that we come to this town."

"It's about that kid who was with you last time, 'Raki' wasn't it?" Cid asked

"You mean…!" Clare was white faced and she was shaking,

"He's gotten pretty big since you last saw him, and he was hear about a year ago asking around for you. He was travelling with a little girl," said Cid,

"What we managed to find out was that he was travelling through the towns that both of you had passed through," said Galk, "I'm sure that you'll both see each other again."

Audrey was shaking from head to foot, damn she hated being called back to headquarters. Luckily enough for her Renée wasn't there, so she had some hope of lying to the men. It would be a nuisance if Raftella was there though; the anti-warrior could be a nightmare if she wanted to be, Audrey sighed and hoped that for her own sake her resolve held.

A young man walked through the desert with purpose, the small girl walking alongside him. She travelled to his pace easily, and he had been travelling pretty hard lately. He wasn't surprised that she didn't want to rest, nor that she didn't want anything to eat. As he looked at Priscilla, Raki wondered what she was thinking, she never really supplied much in the way of conversation, much like Clare all those years ago. He almost stopped as he thought of her, and then he began to wonder if he ort to be doing this. He knew that Clare had promised to find him, no matter what happened. He found himself picturing Clare from time to time, though his memories weren't as good as having her with him, they were the best that he had to work with. He pushed on again, sure that Clare's pace would be fast and he had a lot of ground to cover until tonight.

Miria sat in the room so kindly provided by the priests of Rabona, she wanted to run. The usual tightness coursed through her body and she wondered how long she could stand being cooped up within the cathedral walls. She paced around the room and was keyed up. She really wanted to run full tilt, and to go as far as she could until her body gave out. Instead she was forced to stay in the room until the second watch began, and that was a good five hours away. She paced again, not knowing what else to do.

Seto was bored, and he wanted to at least go somewhere without causing trouble. He was sure that the yoma half of himself was to blame. He decided to see if Miria was up to anything in particular, perhaps her company would be better than waiting it out for the second night watch.

Miria must have been pacing for a good hour or more when Seto came in. She was glad to see him. Soon the pair were calmly talking about nothing in particular, Seto was relaxed, something that he would never be around Helen, and he and Miria were comfortable just sitting together. She wasn't focusing too much on what they were doing, it mattered little to her anyway. She sighed and made a comment about wanting to run,

"Yeah, it would be nice, but I could think of a possible alternative." Seto said, then he went red.

"Oh, really?" Miria asked, grinning, "Well, I don't think that I would mind that in the slightest!"

She grinned and leant forward, her lips meeting his.

Seto wanted to pull back, but he wanted to pull her closer at the same time, the two needs tore at him and he wasn't sure which one he should listen to. He chose to deepen the kiss, slowly drawing Miria closer to him, his hands slowly working past her dress as she expertly flicked his shirt off.

Miria didn't need any light to guide her as she pulled closer to Seto, slowly working on getting his clothes off. She could feel his hands working her dress off and she didn't really care. Their clothing hit the floor with a soft thud. Miria kissed him again, and as the kiss progressed further, she moved her hands to his shoulders. Seven years had changed Seto since they had first met, he was a lot stronger across the shoulders now and as Miria traced the muscles of his shoulders, she explored the contours of his shoulder blades. She let out a low moan as he brushed her hips, pulling her closer to him,

"Oh, please, Seto," she moaned, "now, now,"

He chuckled and carried her over to the bed, kissing her passionately. Miria arced to him in response, her senses heightened, sharper. Her eyes glowed gold with anticipation, and Seto didn't disappoint. He teased her with his touch, and she repaid the teasing in kind, exploring him keeping her touch light and soft. She moaned whenever he touched a sensitive area on her body, and he moaned when she returned the touch, they kissed again and again, wanting to build up the other's anticipation. Miria was wet, and she was starting to pant, she leant back in to the bed and he lay beside her. She kissed him and then traced her way down his chest, teasing him as much as he teased her. Seto eagerly returned the kiss and teased her more than before, and Miria let out another low moan, and he slid in to her. The moan she let out was louder and it wasn't long before the pair were moaning in earnest.

Tabitha froze as the same sensation coursed through her body again, just as it had in Alphonse and she was astounded to notice that it was stronger than last time. She wondered what was going on when Galatea entered the room

"Tabitha, do you feel that?" she asked,

"Yes, I do." Tabitha replied,

"Whatever it is it is getting stronger." Said Galatea, "I have a feeling that if it gets much stronger…"

Galatea stopped as a large burst of yoki surged upwards. Tabitha blinked and felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, she didn't know why but she felt like she wanted to moan from that yoki.

"Oh, my," said Galatea, "was that someone at their height of pleasure?"

Tabitha didn't know what Galatea meant.

Miria panted, and she lay on Seto's chest having freshly orgasmed. She was content to just lay there and enjoy his company after such powerful lovemaking. Now she knew how she was going to pass the first night watch, and she was sure that he wouldn't mind either. Miria drew in a deep breath and drew closer to him. It was nice to have a moment like this. She would soon have to sort out the plan to take out the Organization, but right now wasn't the time to do it.

Clare woke to a feeling that she couldn't explain, at first she thought that it was just a dream, but now that she had Helen, Cynthia, Yuma and Deneve all asking her if she felt the strange yoki release, Clare was forced to admit she not only felt it, she woke up because of it. Everyone went to Miria's room and was surprised to see that Miria wasn't there at all. They ran into Galatea and Tabitha, who were also trying to see what had made that yoki release. The warriors headed out side and were met by the sound of clashing blades. Miria and Seto were at it again. Those two were always sparring at every chance they had.

Miria wondered if everyone noticed the yoki release that had happened when she and Seto had orgasmed, and seriously hoped that it wasn't as noticeable as she thought it was. No one asked her about it and she was able to get away without saying too much about it. She wondered if it were possible to avoid the issue for a while since she didn't think that something like this could occur, certainly it hadn't been documented as happening before by the Organization, although Miria was more than willing to bet that the warriors back then kept that information to themselves. She wondered if there were any possibilities of a warrior getting pregnant for some strange reason.