Wow, it's been a while. Here's another installment. Please enjoy!
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/Magdalena88
This story is based on ancient Scythain warrior women.
Instinctively, he took a step back. His foot slipped.
They fell.
Orihime's hand grasped at the rocks, her nails digging to find something to grip.
She was able to latch on a dip in the rock. They swung, Ichigo's grip on her slipped, he slid down to her waist and held on tightly.
There was a ton of commotion going on at the top from where they had fallen.
Orihime's muscles strained with effort. She looked down and around for a foothold.
She spotted a hole in the mountain that wasn't noticeable from where they fell. The hole wasn't far from where they were hanging. She looked down to Ichigo at the same time that he looked at her.
"There's a hole in that mountain over there," she motioned with her head. "I'm going to try to make it over there, hold on tightly. When I get close enough, I want you to jump inside, okay?" He looked to the hole in the wall and nodded.
She scaled the wall, moving slowly as she made her way to the hole, avoiding the weak and crumbling rocks.
When she was close enough, Ichigo reached out and grabbed a rock. Swinging his body, he let go of hers and swung into the hole, landing on the ground with a hard thud.
It was completely dark, the only light being that of the moon outside the hole.
He saw her silhouetted figure swings itself deftly into the hole, landing beside him.
Slowly she stood, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Orihime dug into her bag, grabbing a skinny candle. She brought it to her lips and whispered a word, the candle ignited, lightening the cave.
"What was that?" Ichigo asked, thoroughly freaked by what just occurred.
"What do you mean?" She responded cocking her head to the side.
"You…just lit the candle…how were you able to do that without a match or a lighter or even some rocks..."he trailed off, his hands gesturing wildly?
"This is how I always light candles…I didn't think that it was wrong…" she trailed off, her face red. He felt bad now, this girl was clearly sensitive.
"Listen just please forget I ever said anything. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this. Between the magic and beatings, and women wanting to kill me…it's a lot to handle," she looked in to his, trying to gauge what he was saying.
As she looked into his eyes, the world around her faded, and the boy from the dream face began to take over Ichigo's. It looked a lot like his, but instead of scowl lines there was a smile, the boys eyes were much brighter and, obviously, the features were much younger.
She shook her head, clearing the image from her mind.
"Come on, we should hurry before my sisters find us." She turned and made her way cautiously down the cave, stepping lightly.
After a few minutes of quiet, her curiosity got the better of her and she asked him a few questions.
"So…what is it like…where you're from?"
"It's much different of course. The biggest being they don't kidnap people and torture them half to death," he said bitterly. She bit her lip, guilt consuming her soul.
"I'm really sorry about that…I had no idea that grandmother would do something so…mean and horrible…I didn't know that Chuluun would help…" she casted her eyes downward, shame lacing her voice.
Once again he felt guilty. He didn't understand! He had every right to be angry! After what her grandma and her people did to him!
"So…um…is there only men there?" she asked quietly, shoving her hurt feelings aside.
"No, there are men and women. They all get along in…relative peace and harmony," he said, thinking about that aspect.
"Oh, so do the men pillage and rape the women of your land?"
"They don't rape them…well…not all of the men rape them…not every woman is raped…it's complicated!" he said exasperated.
"Well, it seems as though my grandmother was right," she mumbled to herself.
"Now wait a minute, that bitch can't say anything about rape, considering how it's her favorite pastime" he said thinking about those horrible days of being tortured and molested.
"My grandmother doesn't rape. In fact, she herself was raped by man, that is how she came to have my mother," she told him, turning around, anger in her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure that's a lie," he grumbled thinking of the she beast. How anyone could rape that woman, they would have to be Superman.
Her eyes widen as anger fully took hold of her face. "How could you say something so calloused? She is my grandmother! She took care of me after my own mother was raped and murdered by your kind!" she roared.
"Because! She…she…" his words failed him, not wanting to admit that he was emasculated by her on a regular basis. He looked away from her in shame. "Nothing…I'm sorry. Look, can we just go. The sooner I leave this shit based city, the sooner I can forget that any of this sick shit ever happened."
He pushed past her and continued walking. Her anger left her as quickly as it had come. She looked after him.
She knew somehow that something terrible happened to him down in the basement something that he was ashamed of.
She heard that tone before, seen that look in the eyes of the women who rarely left their homes they the ones who were victim to the brutality of men before the rise of the Amazons.
She felt her heart clench in pain for what he had to endure. He was hurting and her grandmother was his tormentor, and she was he shepherd that lead him to his slaughter. It was only natural that he felt nothing but hatred towards her and her kind.
So why did that cause a pain so severe it was almost crippling in her own heart?
LoVe
"WHAT!" Muunokoi, the amazon queen roared when news of the escaped prisoner reached her ears.
She lifted the table in the grandiose room and tossed it into a wall several feet away.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE HAS ESCAPED?! ARE YOU NOT COMPENT ENOUGH TO KEEP TRACK OF ONE PRISONER?!" she seethed.
The amazon warriors that knelt down before kept their cool, although on the inside they were frighten to their very core.
"Please accept our deepest apologies. He must have over powered the princess in the baths and escaped during that time." One of the warriors supplied.
"Why was she than watching him in the first place by herself no doubt?"
The amazons looked up at her, surprise coating their features. One hesitantly spoke out, "it was your order my queen."
The queen stalked over to the woman who spoke and struck her hard across her face. The warrior fell to the ground, her mouth bleeding. The other warriors quickly looked to the ground.
"Does it makes any sense that for months, for months we have this prisoner, and I would be so careless as to let the disgusting creature anywhere near her? Do you really think of your queen to be that simple? Or perhaps maybe you think that I want my granddaughter to suffer the fate that I, her mother and so many of our daughters and sisters have suffered?"
She stalks over to the fallen warrior, kneeling down beside her, grasping her neck in her hand tightly, choking the woman.
"If it didn't make any sense then why would you allow something like this to happen?!" she screamed at the woman who was fighting for breath.
There was a pounding at the door.
"My queen, it's an emergency! The princess was kidnapped by the man and jumped over down the mountain with her. They're suspected to be…" Muunokoi threw the woman to the ground; a coughing fit consumed the woman as she gasped for air.
She stood and made her way to the door, throwing it open.
"My granddaughter what of her and what happened?" she orders.
The amazon looks down, a sad look in her eyes. "I'm sorry my queen, but her condition is unknown, we cannot find their bodies."
lOve
Orihime and Ichigo haven't said a word since their rape debate. They've been walking in silence for hours. Orihime could feel a gentle cool breeze wafting over her. She inhaled deeply as she felt the fresh air. She turned to him smiling.
"We're almost out, I can feel the fresh ai-ugh!" she falls to the ground, her body convulsing. She felt like vomiting, her head was swarming like a hive of wasps; a feeling of indiscernible sickness consumed her. She moaned loudly, thrashing about wildly.
Ichigo's eyes widen, worried about the beautiful woman who helped him escape. She looked as if she was having a seizure.
"What's wrong?! What's going on?!" he shouted to her, not sure of what to do. She didn't respond, only shouted and screamed in pain.
He picked her off the ground, looking around; the candle became snuffed out by the dirt being tossed on it from her convulsions.
He held her thrashing body very close to his, ignoring the hits she rolled off her. He ran in the direction they were going, praying that they come to the end of the tunnel soon so that he could help her.
"Don't worry, I'll find help," he promised her, picking up his pace.
He saw the light at the end of the tunnel, felt the cool breeze on his face. Her thrashing calmed down, but her skin took on a feverish heat and a pale color.
He sped up, his own heart pounding wildly in his chest. He needed to get her to safety; he needed for her to be alright.
Faintly he knew that these feelings were irrational, they didn't make any sense. He should, by all means, have left her there to die. After all what she caused, she was undeserving of this.
But he couldn't leave her behind. She…she needed him…he had to protect her for some reason. He wasn't going to leave her for dead. He couldn't.
They made it out of the mountain, on to the soft dirt path; he followed, running along the path, seeing a few yurts not too far away.
He was going to save her.
He had to. For the first time in a long while he felt that saving her was more important than anything, not his friends, not his family just her and her alone.
As he approached the homes, he noticed that there was something familiar about her. Like he seen her before. Those thoughts kept pounding on his head as he finally reached a family tending their livestock.
"Hey! Hey! I need help! I need some help!" he calls to them in english. With him hoping, no praying that they could help him save her.
"Sure son, what seems to be the problem?" The kindly Matriarch looked at both them. Ichigo released a breath of relief that the man understood him.
"She's…uh… I don't know she's all messed up. She was having a seizure in those caves back there," he pants, motioning with his head to convey the where the caves were located.
The matriarch looked at the direction Ichigo was motioning to and frowned. "What caves?"
Ichigo looked at the man as if he was crazy. "Those cave back there in that mountain!" he yells. Orihime shudders in his arms. "Listen, we can discuss the caves later, but she needs help now," Ichigo growls, noticing her condition becoming worst. The kindly Matriarch looks at her and smiled assuredly that could indeed help her.
All he could do was say thank you in his best Mongolian since he couldn't speak it that well which really made him regret that he didn't pay more attention to his Mongolian language studies before he took on this task. Although eventually he could speak many languages fluently it took a lot longer for him to do so than the rest of his comrades.
He watched her as the man took her into his home, lying her on the large table in the dining room and checking her vitals. The man's wife went to fetch a towel to place on her head, and something big and black was placed into her mouth as another seizure overcame her body.
The man murmured something to his wife and she left quickly in a rush.
She returned soon with a brown porcliean bowl filled to the brim with herbs. The man set fire to the herbs and blew it out. He placed the bowl next to Orihime, wafting them so that she was able to inhale the fumes.
Almost instantly, her seizures were halted. Her rapid breathing slowed, and the pained look on her face disappeared.
"What was that? That you used…what was that?" Ichigo asked, pushing off the spot on the wall where he was since they entered the home.
"Chamomile, Kava Kava, Fennel and Skull Cap." The man replied, checking Orihime's body for lieasions and bruises. "She should be better when she wakes. I suggest that you sleep as well. You look very weary traveler."
"I'm not tired in the least," Ichigo states, yawning. He could feel his eyes becoming heavy. He moves and sits down at the table where Orhime lies, his eyes becoming heavy. Soon he is sleep.
His dreams takes him to painful memories, memories in which he was sure that were buried somewhere deep inside.
His mother was taking him to the park due to the bright and sunny day. Upon his arrival he immediately spots a girl with bright orange hair surrounded by other kids. He was fascinated. He has never seen anyone with hair like his own before and often he was picked on because of it.
He rushes over to her, a huge goofy grin on his face until he sees the one of the kids push her down and laugh along with the others. This angers the little 5 year old. He rushes over to the group of kids and pushes them back.
"Leave her alone!" he yells.
"Get him!" the one he pushes down yell. All of the children rushes to Ichigo. He stands guard over the fallen little girl, taking great care to protect her from any hits.
The pressure is removed from Ichigo as an older boy come running over to them and shove the kids away from Ichigo.
"Hey! Next time I see you brats picking on my sister again, I'll drown you in the river," the little boy who couldn't be older than 13 threatens.
The children runs away, making mean faces and hurtling insults.
The boy turns to Ichigo, who was sniffling a bit. "Hey, thanks for helping my sister. You're a real cool kid," the boy says, ruffling Ichigo's hair.
Ichigo smiles brightly, pointing to his hair. "She has the same hair as me. I wanted to get a better look."
The boy laughs, ruffling his hair again. The girl scrambles up and rush to her brother, holding him tightly.
Ichigo tries to see her face, but its buried in her brothers shirt.
He can't see her face.
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