Hi guys, as promised, we have another chapter for you. So keep up with the reviews. And Magdalena88 wants to say Hi. -Roses
Author's Note: Hello, It's me Magdalena88 the other co-writer of this fic. Well, we both hope you enjoy this chapter. However I noticed that only one of your reviews went out to both of us. I want to say that I felt really hurt by that. I know most of you probably meant both of us but I still would it like if you all acknowledged me too.
Muunokoi, Chuluun and the two other warriors rode with fury once they found the cave in which the prisoner took the princess. Magic lingered in the air a low spell of fire. This was suspicious to Muunokoi. If her granddaughter was taken prisoner, why would she use her magic in aide to see?
Unless she was trying to escape why would the girl use something so menial and useless such as a non-burning fire?! She's a terrible warrior. Just awful, and she will get herself hurt if she doesn't stop it with that damnable soft heart of hers. It will cause her ruin. She will suffer the same fate as her mother if she doesn't change her ways soon.
They reach the end of the tunnel, the sky's a salmon color as the sun says its goodbyes for the night, ready for the moon to shine through. Muunokoi turn to the warriors, holding the jeweled necklace high in her hand.
"Whatever you do, do not take this off. If you do, you will die near instantly, do you understand?" She tells them, her eyes hard. "This is not a mission in which you will need to die for. If you do die in the land of man trying to rescue my granddaughter, you would have failed her and most importantly, you will have failed me. If you fail me, you will have a dishonorable burial in which the very parts which make you female will be destroyed and you will be cast out to rot like the dirty, disgusting male corpse in which we've done battle with. Do you understand?"
The three women all nodded, replying "Yes, your majesty," in perfect harmony.
"Good. Now let us ride."
On they ride into the horizon for only a few minutes until they come across a woman tending to her garden. They slow their horses to a stop, Muunokoi smiles at the woman a gentle, menacing smile that chills her heart.
"Good evening good Matriarch, do you mind if I trouble you with a few questions?" The kindly old lady gives her a nervous smile and shakes her head.
"It would be no trouble at all to help a stranger."
"I'm glad you think so, tell me. Have you seen a young man with hair of reddish gold and a beautiful young woman of the same?"
The Matriarch thinks back to the two travelers that came her way. His hair was jet black and long as well as the girls. Although their eyebrows told a different story, it was obvious that those two are the ones that these women are looking for. The Matriarch's heart races at the question. Those two look as though they were running away.
"Oh, I am sorry. But I haven't seen any such characters as the ones that you have described. Maybe go by the mountains?"
"We've already checked. Thank you for your help, I'm sure that you were honest." Muunokoi replies, her eyes looking into the depths and the soul of the woman.
"Dear, I'm back from the market. They didn't have the rose scented soap that you enjoy so much, but I got a daisy one that I think you'll enjoy-"
"Kill him." Muunokoi orders the warriors. Chuulun pulls an arrow and bow from her back and strikes the man three times.
One in his stomach.
One in his heart.
One in his throat.
The Matriarch stands there, her eyes the size of saucers as her husband falls to the ground, blood pouring from his body as he twitches and dies in front of her.
All at once she screams, rushing to her fallen husband who's done nothing but good all of his life. He's done nothing but help and give even when he was tired and had nothing to give. And these women…these women killed him in cold blood. The last words that she'll ever hear from her husband are about soap.
A loud sob escapes her as she holds him close, allowing the blood to seep into her clothes. Muunokoi rides up to her, looking down on the women with disgust on her face.
"Pathetic. A women, the superior sex, crying over the likes of a man. You shouldn't even be allowed to be a woman. Let us go girls." She commands, her horse kicking up dirt on the couple as she rides away. Not looking back at the woman who's life they've just destroyed.
lOvE
Orihime and Ichigo made it to the helicopter, or actually, they made it to the owner of the helicopter. He told them that it was too dark to fly and that he'll gladly take them to the capitol in the morning.
Ichigo had gave in and poured a little of the blue goop on her face, and watched in amazement as it healed her face, the skin reconnecting together. Her eyes went from dim to bright and color returned to her face.
"How does it do that?" he wondered out loud to himself.
"It's magic. My aunt makes it. She uses herbs and waters from her plants from her garden and she speaks a spell. She taught me how to do it myself. I'm pretty good, only mines doesn't heal as fast as hers do." Orihime explains, her eyes trained on his mouth. His was the only boy mouth that she's ever seen.
It looked nice.
The lips were pink and plump, but not like any of the girls on the island.
They were moist, which she suspected was from when he licked them from time to time.
She wanted to lick them too.
She blushed, her face going completely red from having such an embarrassing thought. And about a man no less! A man that was kidnapping her!
She looks away, looking at the town, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as it became night. They were staying in the born, for the man had no space in his home. It was okay. Orihime liked to sleep outside. She felt more connected to nature like her aunt. Some nights, they would sleep outside in her garden, breathing in the earth. Her aunt told her that the magic would be more powerful if the connection between the user and the element was stronger.
Ichigo looks at her looking into the distance. It's obvious that she's thinking about something. It's something that makes her happy, because he can see a small smile on her face. She becomes more beautiful when she smiles. He feels himself, getting lost in watching her when she suddenly turns to face him, a question on her face.
"Ichigo, where is it that you come from?" She asks, her eyes questioning him.
He's stunned that she asked this question, his heart stutters at being caught staring at her. His answer is jumbled and mushed. "I…uh…I come from Karkura Town, from Japan." She frowns. He can tell that she's searching her brain for the place.
"I…its…it sounds strangely familiar. "She frowns deeper, lifting a hand to hold her head.
"Really, it's a small town. If you're not from it then you probably hadn't heard of it." He shifts, sitting straighter.
"Yeah…I don't know…why I…thought…that." She shakes her head, looking up at him, a troubled smile on her face. "Could you tell me more about your home?" She asks him.
He shrugs and thinks about it for a moment, not knowing really what to tell him. "Where I come from, it's not very exciting. It's the standard homes, schools, businesses, the normal stuff that every town has."
"So it is like this town?"
"No, this town seems to be stuck in the 1800s. There are horses, but only at ranches. The homes are more electric than gas. We buy our food from the store not the market where you haggle for prices. And there's not so much greenery unless you're at the park or the river. There's definitely more cars and planes and helicopters though."
"Cars? I've heard of cars, but I've never seen one. They seem dangerous. Why would you go into a vehicle that is difficult to control and can kill many innocent people?"
"It's not always like that." He tells her.
"Is it not?" she frowns. "I heard that the majority of the accidents that happens in the manmade vehicle occur due to the driver not paying attention or some form of carelessness on the part. Is that not true?"
"It is, but that's only when there are idiots on the road."
"So why do you let idiots drive?"
"Trust me, if it was up to me, they wouldn't leave their house." He snorts, a small smile on his face.
She smiles. For such a monster, he's really cute, NICE! She meant that he's really nice and non-threatening. He's nothing like the monsters that she thought that men were to be. In truth, so far, she's met plenty of men and they've been the kindest people she's met. They aren't anything like the ruthless, bloodthirsty monsters that molest women and con and cheat and deceive.
Could it be possible?
What if her grandmother got it wrong?
It's not possible for all men to be evil and untrustworthy devils.
Ichigo's a man. And if she was to listen to her heart, it would tell her that he is nowhere near a monster. And although he's kidnapping, he's really just a man that wants to get home.
She's finding it harder and harder to see him as a monster now.
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