Chapter 2
As Nami slowly awoke from the darkness she was surprised not only because she could smell the faint smell of bacon cooking, but she could also still the pain of her wound from yesterday. She lay there for a couple of seconds before she could feel sheets beneath her, they actually felt very expensive. And that's when she decided she was definitely not dead, even her subconscious in all its glory could not dream up how soft these pillows were. And as she slowly opened her eyes she realized she was also not in her own house, she stopped herself as she realized that she did not have a home anymore, it had burnt because, "urk" she cried as she clutched her shoulder, which she realized she was not wearing a shirt and, and her wound was bandaged.
"What the?" she said covering herself with the blanket and looked around for her clothes, for she realized again she was in nothing but her underwear. While worrying about that she did not notice Crona, now dressed in new attire, enter the room, she had a few towels and a small wash bin in her hands, when Crona saw her awake she put down the wash bin near the door, and approached the bed, looking at her as she still held the towels. "I see your awake, that's good" she said sighing as she took a seat at the end of the bed, which made Nami grab the blanket and pull it over herself, which caused Crona to chuckle, "what's so funny?" Nami asked her face showing anger and embarrassment. Crona shook her head, as she watched Nami. "I meant nothing by it, it's just you remind me a lot of an old assassin I knew." She chuckled again before moving closer, to her so that she could touch the girls wound.
Nami reacted quickly and caught Cronas hand in a tight embrace, stopping her in her tracks. "I would prefer you told me where I am, who you are and then I could maybe work out a right "price" she stated before looking at her still not releasing her wrist.
Crona looked back at the girl with sadness, now realizing the girl had never known a simple embrace, or the tenderness of a parent, death only knew what this kid had to go through just to make it, and again she realized her story was much like hers, maybe with slight differences but the result was still the same. Neither of them had known what it was like to be a child. Out of pure instinct Crona tried to use her other hand to try to touch the child's face but, then realized it might have been a mistake, because, the child grabbed her other arm and used her own weight to roll her off the bed and onto the floor, before she knew what was going on. Crona looked up at the child whose face was not the anger/embarrassed kid she had seen a second ago. Her face now was cold and calculating, Crona also noticed the child was trying to hold back. But before Crona could respond to or do anything. The girl was knocked off of her, and thrown into a nearby wall, which now had a few cracks in it from the impact. Crona quickly got to her feet, but when she did she noticed who had thrown the girl. "Markas, stop! Crona cried trying to stop him by throwing herself in front of him. The boy named Markas looked at her in surprise, and backed off a little.
Nami recovering from the attack gets up transforming her arm into a blue scythe, but it was different from when we first saw it, because this time there was no unusual blue tint. Nami growled as she stood up, but it seemed just to be from the pain not from being attacked, although she did notice that her shoulder was bleeding once again. She started to huff as she felt her energy being sapped, she knew she had to end this quickly, but with her wavelength in relative sleep it was going to be a whole lot harder. Nami got down in her stance that's when she also realized her left arm was in a cast, she then looked at her captives her gaze focused on them calculating not only there expressions but there movements as well, even if she was captured and semi naked she would at least go down without a fight. But that's when she noticed something, only the boy had taken a stance against her, the girl no that was wrong she was older, the women just stood there with a sad look on her face. That was her way out, she just needed to get past the boy and she could strike her and most likely get free and out the room. Her plan set she did not have much time to wait as the boy, she thought she might have heard the women call him Markas, came at her swinging his leg at her midsection, Nami smiled knowing that was going to happen, and put her transformed arm into the floor, and lifted herself over the boys leg, Markas not wanting to have his leg chopped off stooped a few inches from the girls blade, and tried, to adjust himself so he could stop Nami, but was hit unacceptably, by the girls left arm, and got an face full of cast, as he was thrown into the wall.
Nami smiled as it had worked, her left arm felt like hell but it was worth it, she then put her scythe arm blade pointing up as she charged the women with pink hair, out the corner of her eye she saw the boy Markas try to get up and stop her, but Nami knew it was way to late and she brought her arm up in an upward slash. "Why won't she block?" she asked herself as her blade came closer to her opponents face.
her question was answered when the women brought up her hand and caught the blade before it hit her head, stopping nami`s attack in one motion. Scared Nami tried to pull back was unable to. Ahe began to panic and when she looked at her transformed arm, she realized something, not only was the women's hand still there, her scythe blade was now engulfed by a strange black substance. That's when Nami realized, she was in deep trouble.
hope you guys enjoyed please don't forget to R&R but before I go I just wanted to give a shout out to thenerdymacbeth, thank you and if you have any questions don't be scared to ask, even if its to say you hate the story all feed is welcome, and plus I don't bite, but I might lick but that's completely up to you