Bloodkiss/Raziel99

His blades sheathed, he turned to her, a soft downturn of his lips as he eyed her. "I might not look like much right now. But you may regret those words." His voice was low but soft, and he continued now to walk deeper into the woods. "Now come, I think we need something to clean up proper."
 
She laughed. "I've sworn off of matters of the heart. Sorry." She followed him silently after that, not willing to argue the fact that she needed to be cleaned up. Her clothes hung in tatters and her damned arm stung.
 
He walked a little ways until he reached a little lake in the middle of the forest. He slid to the waters edge and pulled out his blades, cleaning them off in the water. Then he pulled the shoulders of his kimono off of him, letting it fall and hang at the tie at his hips. His upper body was toned, like it was carved by the gods themselves. He slowly threw water onto his chest before wiping off dirt, then doing the same for his face.
 
She watched in mild curiosity for a moment before cleaning her own blade. "I'm going for a quick swim." She tugged her kimono off, and carefully removed the bandages on her arm before wading into the water. She made sure to stay clear of him, her back turned to him to retain a bit of modesty. Her skin was milky-pale, as beautiful as the moon. Her long red-gold hair floated across the surface of the water as she swam farther out.
 
He had kept his back facing her before she went into the water. If she turned around, she would see two long, quarter-inch-thick scars going over his chest and stomach. He finished washing up before moving to the nearby grass, laying back and closing his eyes, watching with his other senses as he felt the grass against his back.
 
She let down her guard and relaxed for a moment, satisfied that he wasn't leering at her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she allowed herself to float freely, sighing contentedly as the cool water caressed her sore arm, kissing the wound and slowing the hot, throbbing pain.
 
He sighed, remembering how he got the scars.The Oni were ferocious and strong, few people lived through a encounter. But he had killed one with only those scars to show for it. He was lucky, he knew he always was. but knew that he wouldn't be lucky forever.
 
She enjoyed the cool water's touch for a moment longer before slowly treading back onto the bank. She didn't bother to dry off, and half-heartedly wrung out her waist-length hair before tugging her torn kimono back on. She yanked a strip of the fabric off of the bottom, shortening it by another few inches, and wrapped the makeshift bandage around her arm to keep it from bleeing again. It seemed to be doing alright, but she didn't want to stretch the wound open again. She stalked over to where he was laying, standing above him and staring down at him for a long moment. "Where are we going now?"
 
He heard her walking towards him, from the crunch of the dirt and grass from the ridirectment of the wind from her passage. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I am not sure. right now is a good time to rest, though."
 
She cocked an eyebrow, smirking. "Rest? Here?" She stared at him for a moment before heaving a sigh and flopping down in the grass a few feet away. "I am a little bit winded...you gave me quite a chase back there." She chuckled. "That's the first time in a while that someone has challenged me. And it's been even longer since someone came remotely close to matching me."
 
His hands moved up and rested behind his head, holding it up slightly. "Very few come close to matching my ability. None have surpassed me."
 
She smirked. "Hm." She stared up at the sky through the tree tops, her silver eyes scanning the sky for something entertaining. "I never got your name." She sat up on one elbow, glancing at him and awaiting his answer.
 
He turned his head and looked at her, trying not to look at the upskirt he was getting right now. "Terao."
 
She nodded in acknowledgement, laying back once again, her injured arm resting across her stomach. It didn't occur to her that her kimono was barely covering her rump, and that she was lying across from him with her legs uncrossed, instead stretched out to offer a perfect view.
 
If it wasn't for his long weeks in training and meditation, he wouldn't have been able to focus and look away. But he did, his eyes closing as his head turned to face upwards. You should watch the way you lay with a damaged kimono. If i was any less of a man, you wouldn't be wearing it right now."
 
He countered. "If I recall, I helped you fend off a few horny thieves. I could have just as easily joined them for the earthly pleasures I know you could give..." he silenced himself after that. No use digging himself into a hole he couldn't get out of. But she was amazingly beautiful, hard to resist, even for a trained samurai like him.
 
She sat up with a huff, wincing when she used her sore arm without thinking. "And that makes it appropriate for you to slash my clothes to bits?" She stood, her usual grace betrayed by exhaustion and the slight loss of blood. "Men." She grumbled, glancing around and trying to find a tree to sit in. None of them were tall enough or far enough away from the cocky bastard...
 
"The bottom tearing are not my fault, you walked off with a embedded arrow." He pointed out. "And you have been ripping it off more and more ever since. But I did say I would get you a new one." He picked his head up and looked at her. "Sit down and relax. I'm not looking."
 
She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. "The arrow was yours. Do you blame me for not wanting to be trapped like an animal?" She huffed and sat down, tugging her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I have another one in my saddlebag. I just have to find my damned horse."
 
He looked around for a moment after she sat down, trying not to look at her soft feminine core that was exposed ever so slightly from the way she was sitting. "What type of horse, and how far?" he asked softly. Then he sighed and looked her dead in the eye. "I am sorry for damaging your kimono."
 
She shrugged. "It wasn't my favorite, anyway." She had kept her eyes from his, looking anywhere but at him, until this point. "I am offended that you think so little of women, however. It's ironic, that the men who live by a code of chivalry also live by a code that says that women are nothing more than trophies. Dolls." She huffed, her thick crimson lips pursed. "I'm not a bloody doll. I'm stronger than most men, and I won't be treated otherwise. I would be treated as an equal if we are going to work together."
 
His head turned to her and let out a soft growl. "Never once have I called you or another woman a trophy. Trophies are the heads of demons, not women. If you think that that is how i think of you, you better just leave now." He stood slowly, his kimono held onto him by the tie at his waist, his chest and arms bare. The way he stood made him look strong, fierce, in his own way. "I think of you as a equal in status, combat is a different thing, as I have proved. Now answer my question so you can get your other kimono. What type of horse, how far?"
 
She stood in a fury, fighting hard against the urge to stare at his chest. She stalked toward him slowly, her movements the slow, calculated movements of a warrior. "I am your equal in every way, including combat." She poked a long, slender finger into his chest before turning on her heel and glancing around. "A large white horse. With a black saddle. I left him near the hot springs."
 
He looked at her as he heard her words. "Good, a rare horse." he lifted his fingers to his mouth and whistled, wiggling his fingers to bring out different notes, loud enough that the horse would hear and come. Soon enough, the horse did arrive, walking into the little clearing and going over to her.
 
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