Sorry for the wait. Here's the next chapter.
Hey guys, for those of you who are reading my other stories, you have an idea of what type of stories I write and I'm letting you know now that this story is totally different from those. This is a collaboration story with Magdalena88 who happens to be an amazing writer also.
This is her profile link: u/1542372/
This story is based on ancient Scythain warrior women.
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"What do you mean you're going to help me to escape?" Ichigo asked incredulously, his eyes held suspicion.
Her large grey eyes widened to saucers as she looked around. She lifted a delicate finger to her plump, pink lips, shushing him.
"Yes, I'm going to help get out of here…what?" she asked at his unbelieving look.
"Last time you offered help, I ended up being tortured and hand banged by the Queen of Whores!" he spat at her viciously. She looked away, her face red with embarrassment and guilt.
"I guess I deserve that," she stated quietly. She closed her eyes; pushing away her hurt feelings and guilt and took a deep breath. "But this time will be different, I swear," she promised him.
"Well excuse me if I don't fall for you act a second time," he sneered at her.
"Act? No, I wasn't acting, I promise. I truly thought that my grandmother would help you-"
"And all that bull shit about that being your grandmother? Just how stupid do you think I am?"
"Bull…shit?" she tried the word out in her mouth, rolling it around tongue. It was unfamiliar, and foreign.
"Yeah, bull shit as in complete and total crap!"
"Crap?" she shook her head, she didn't have time to mull over his language. "That is my grandmother, it's the city. My aunt uses her magic to cast a spell on the city so that those who are within never ages. That's why they look the way that they do. Please, can we go now?!" she pleaded him, knowing that his time in the bath is coming to an end.
"No. I don't trust you, or those insanely large eyes of yours. What are you anyway, a deer?"
"It is very clear that I am not a deer. Oh for the love of Goddess, "she quickly moved to him, steeping inside the bath. His eyes widened as he moved back, away from her. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her when he was beaten half to death.
"I'm really sorry for this," she apologized before striking him in the neck in a movement that was so quick, he didn't have time to react.
He felt his eyes become incredibly heavy, his body began to sway.
He felt her soft body wrap his arms around her as she took on a majority of his weight.
She dragged him out of the bath, struggling under his height since he was a considerably taller than her. She stopped to listen at the door, holding her breath.
No one was on the other side, still, she peek out the door for confirmation.
Once the coast was clear, she made a break for it.
Well, as best a break as she could with a much taller, practically unconscious man on her shoulders.
She ran down the hall, pressed up against the wall once the made to the end. She peeked out again, turning and making her way down the hall.
She continued to do so for several minutes, until she made it up to the ground level of the castle. She hid in a dark room.
She lit a small candle, lighting the dark room. Ichigo groaned.
"Shhh! You should be alert enough now to dress yourself," she whispered, detangling herself from him. She moved to a corner of the small room, bringing back a thick, brown paper packaged tied with straw. "Here, put these on, that way it'll be easier for us to go by unnoticed. She returned to the corner and picked up her own package, tearing it opened.
She removed the sash to her deel, dropping it to the floor as she began to undress.
Ichigo stared at her, unable to remove his eyes from the insanely hot woman who was undressing before his very eyes.
When the deel fell off her shoulder, nothing covering her smooth, creamy white skin save for long orange hair…it was all he could do not to embarrass himself.
She turn to him, looking at him over her shoulder, unembarrassed of her nudity. "Hurry up and change your clothes! We don't have a lot of time!" she urged him.
He looked down to the brown package, and at his bare torso. The only thing he was wearing was underwear; they tore off his clothes in the midst of beating him.
He tore open the brown package, still not trusting her, but seeing no other choice.
It contained a dark brown deel with a black belt and a long black wig.
"So I gather the plan is we dress me up like an amazon and hide me in plain sight?" he asked, donning the black wig.
She turned to face him, tying her brown belt on her gray deel. She looked up, a slight smile on her face as she took in the way he did his clothes and wig.
She moved to him, straightening his wig and retying his belt. She straightens his deel, glancing up to look him into his brown eyes. He looked down at her suspicious, yet entranced by her beautiful large grey eyes.
"Oh…um…" sounds left her mouth in a breathy whisper, her thoughts jumbled about in her mind as she struggled for a way to think correctly. He looked insanely hot with the long black hair, she couldn't stop the blush from spreading across her face, or the heat from gathering in her stomach.
She yanked her hands from him, moving to the other side of the small room. She retrieved her own long wig. It was a long, black curly one. She dons it, concealing her radiant orange hair. It made her eyes larger and darker.
Yet, it did nothing to hinder her beauty.
"Okay, lets go," she stated confidently.
LoVe
They had snuck out of the small room, and walked down the hall. It took everything Ichigo had to not hunch his shoulders and look down as she walk in a way to conceal himself.
Orihime had insited that it would only serve to draw attention to himself. Amazons were taught since birth to walk with confidence, with their heads held high.
So far they have walked past several women and not one of them looked at him twice.
They made it to the stables.
Orihime moved to her white stallion then paused.
If her horse was gone and she was gone, they would be able to put two and two together and she would be branded as a traitor.
Sadly, she climbed off the horse, petting it.
"Don't worry girl. I'll be back soon," she whispered into the horse's mane, giving it a tight hug.
"Okay so…we're sharing a horse right?" he asks nervously. She breaks away from her beautiful steed and moves to a brown horse, climbing atop it.
"No, it'll be faster if we each rode our own," she stated, riding the horse out of its cubby. "Get on one, quickly. If they hadn't notice you missing by now, they will soon."
"Yeah but the thing is…"
"Please Ichigo, we don't have a lot of time!" she urged him.
He gives her an evil scowl and turns around to the horse. It was going to be impossible in a dress.
He measured up the horse. It was an impossibly tall creature. How did she, someone so short and petite, managed to jump on top of the horse as if it wasn't a giant.
He places his hands on the creature and attempts to jump atop it.
He hears a giggle behind him.
He turns around and glares at her. She held the face of pure innocence and purity, as if she wasn't just laughing at him.
He turns back to the horse, and tries jumping on it again. It was quite a sight to see , a man dressed as a woman, struggling to get on a horse.
Orihime's stomach clenched painfully from keeping the laughs in. Yet her face did not betray her.
Once he finally boarded the horse, a look of accomplishment crossed his face.
"Okay, now gently squeeze the sides of the horse with the heels of your feet," she told him. He did as her was told and the horse began to move.
A large smile crossed his face, he fist pumped the air with a free hand, the other wrapped tightly in the horse's mane.
Orihime returned his smile, and guided her horse to turn around.
They made it a decent few feet from the stable before the sounds of shouts and yelling reached their ears.
Orihime eyes widened. She turned to look back to Ichigo.
"Let go, now!" she shouted, "Yah!" her horse sped up to full speed, leaving Ichigo behind in the dust.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" he calls out to her. She was too far away to hear him. "Fuck!" he muttered, looking around, panic sinking its claws into his chest. "Uh…go! Um…yah? YAH!" he yelled at the horse, hoping on its back. He groaned in pain as he landed on his privates, digging his knees into the horse.
Of course, this makes the horse go faster.
"What the FUCK!" he yells into the air as the horse runs a neck breaking speed. Quickly he catches up to Orihime. She turns to look at him, a smile on her face.
"I see that you figured out how to make her run faster!" she yells at him, a huge smile on her face although her eyes were tight with worry.
"THIS HORSE IS PSYCHOTIC!" he yells at her. His junk was taking a brutal beating riding this horse. He would jump off it if it didn't mean certain death.
Orihime looks down at the horse, her eyes widened to saucers as a look of terror consumes her face.
"WHAT NOW?!" he yells at her.
"That's! That's Chuluun's horse!" she sputters out.
"WHAT?! YOU MEAN THAT CRAZY BITCH WITH A PENCHANT FOR BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ME?!" he yells.
"Chuluun isn't a dog!" she replies.
"Really? Sorry I was kind of confused when she put me in a cage full of nails. They kind of scratched my corneas and I couldn't see very well!" he roared at her.
Guilt crossed her face, and she turned to look straight ahead.
She moved her horse ahead of his, and led the way into the thick wood area of the city.
"Come on, we can lose them in here," she yells, delving into the area. He followed clumsily, various branches, sticks and leaves hitting him in the face.
The sounds of voices and the thunder of hooves grew closer.
His face became littered with many cuts from being assaulted by the branches. Crazy thing is, he could barely feel them. His threshold of pain must have increased tremendously from being beaten by these broads.
The made it out of the forest area, near a mountainous terrain.
"Come on, we have to go faster!" she urged him. The panic was obvious in her voice. She was betraying her people. For a man no less! She wasn't sure what would happen. Would they banish her? Would they kill her? Will they do her as they done him?!
No, she didn't have time to mull over those thoughts; her number one priority was getting this man to safety. He trusted her to help him the first time and it utterly blew up in both of their faces. She refused to fail him a second time.
They race up the mountainous terrain, her sisters on her heels. She urges her horse to go faster, jumping over fallen branches and large rocks.
Ichigo's horse makes all of the decisions of jumping for him at the right time, aware of the incompentent rider.
One particular jump knocks Ichigo off the horse. He goes tumbling down on the ground, scraping his face on the hard rocks.
Orihime turns to see him tumble down the mountain. "Ichigo!" she cries. She turns her horse around, jumping off, she hurriedly grabs him and lifts him up on her horse. "Yah!" she yells, urging her horse to go faster and faster. Fear and panic at once more failing this man consumes her.
She needed to help him. Her very soul depended on getting him to safety.
She refused to be a failure!
Her horse skids on some loose dirt. She cries out, clutching Ichigo tightly.
The thunderous sounds of her sisters appear near.
The ground up here is loose and fragile. There was no way they could cross with the horse.
She stops. She jumps off the horse, helping Ichigo do so as well. They run along the mountain side, keeping their steps light and soft to not disturb the ground.
Her sisters are behind her, probably just realizing that their horses are useless from this point forward.
She hear their shouts, arrows are shot their way. They run, slipping and tripping along the way.
They reach a dead end.
There's a large, gaping hole in where the rest of the path should be.
"Oh no!" she panics. She was certain that they couldn't jump it. And to fall through the hole in the ground mean certain death.
She turned to Ichigo, a pleading look on her face. "I'm so sorry. I really am! I didn't know! I mean, I'm never allowed up here so I was certain that…"
He looks into her large grey eyes as she panic. She seems truly sincere about this.
His emotions conflict throughout his body, his heart tug at her forlorn expression.
The amazons rounded around the corner.
They yelled at him in a language that he didn't understand. He looked to Orihime, who stood in front of him. They watched her carefully, leveling their arrows at him, yelling at him some more.
"I'm sorry too," he tells her.
Confused, she turns her head to him.
"What?"
He wraps an arm around her torso, holding her in front of him as a human shield. Surprised, she struggles against him.
The amazons pulls their strings, tensing as he backs to the edge of the hole, looking over his shoulder to make sure that he doesn't fall.
"LISTEN UP YOU FUCKING SICK SADISTIC CULT OF MEN HATING SHE BEAST. IF YOU SHOOT ME, I WILL FALL AND TAKE HER WITH ME AND WE'LL BOTH DIE!" he yelled.
They looked at him confused, anger on their faces. Orihime tensed and stopped struggling.
"What the hell?" he asked her.
"They don't understand you! They've never touched you so they don't know your language!" she supplies nervously. Was he really risking her life? After all she risked to save his?
Granted, he'd been through a lot of hell because of her…
"Well then, translate for me!" he roared at her. She flinched, yet followed his orders.
Her sister's gasped, lowering their bows a bit.
"NO!" roared Chuluun, shoving her way to the front from the girls. "NO NEGOTIATING WITH TERRORIST! I am sorry sister, your sacrifice will not be in vain," she said, leveling her bow at Ichigo.
Orihime's eyes widen to saucers.
Fear coated Ichigo's body as the urge to pee suddenly became apparent.
She would normally, literally, beat the piss out of him. So the reaction was instinctive, possibly conditioned. He didn't know how long he was on this god forsaken city and he would rather die than be released back into her "tender" care.
Thinking quickly, Ichigo yanked her wig off, revealing her identity.
"PRINCESS!"
"CHULUUN! DON'T SHOOT, IT'S THE PRINCESS!" they shout.
Chuluun's brown eyes widen considerably.
"O…Ori..hi..me! Orihime!" she shouts, moving towards her.
Instinctively, he took a step back. His foot slipped.
They fell.
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