InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Helper of the Darkness ❯ Hallucination ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood

 

 

 

The blue sky had a few passing clouds as I looked up from the meadow my head lying on Jicaru's side. After I collapsed on the roof from exhaustion Merle, Cau, and Kristina carried me to a guest room I jumped out the window, went to the stables, and rode off on Jicaru. Nearly killed myself too.

 

I could just keep going, leave Merle, she seems happy there. At least I think so. Guilt trip. Damn you conscience.

 

I was about to get up, but my body wouldn't let me. It was done it wasn't going to do more no matter how much I yelled at it. So I did the only thing I could do: curse silently and fall into slumber.

 

The vibrations of Jicaru's stomach lead me slowly back to consciousness to find somebody coming toward me. Fast. White hair flowing in the wind. Dread found its way into my heart. No, it couldn't be! It's not possible! What was he doing here? The dread evolved into fear as the figure came closer. I would have run for my life but terror and weakness rooted me in place. My heart beat fast trying to escape from the fear gripping it tightly, my breath came in short gasps, and Jicaru drew me closer.

 

He was now a few feet away and his imp ran from his side toward me. What did he want? I had suffered enough by his hand. The images still haunted me.

 

I wanted to shout but fear gripped my throat also.

 

“Master Knives.” Now that horrid creature was mocking me. Calling me master. Ha! “Master Knives!” it called more urgently, “Master Knives!” it jeered, “Master Knives snap out of it please!” it pleaded crying tears of joy.

 

Fear still seized my throat not from the imp but from its master behind it. The imp was now looking at me with concern and growing despair. It reached for my hand and began stroking it. The touch was gentle making me relax a bit. The image wavered to show a brown hand caressing mine.

 

I looked up to the face of my tormentor to see not the face of the yellow-eyed imp but the face of my pupil on the brink of tears and behind her a white mane horse. Normally I'd be pretty pissed off but right now I was relieved. I can be pissed off later.

 

“Master, are you-”

 

“I'm fine Merle.”

 

“Well you weren't a minute ago.” A tear escaped.

 

“I'm fine now,” I say getting a little tired of this conversation.

 

“But what if this happens again?”

 

“I can deal with it,” ok, getting a little irritated here.

 

“No you can't!” Now I'm insulted.

 

“Are you saying I can't handle my own problems?” I say trying to keep myself calm.

 

“I'm saying I don't think you can handle this problem.” More tears escape.

 

“I can and I will.”

 

“Your such a jerk, Master Knives!” Now the tears were out and flowing freely. I'm used to being called a jerk but not by Merle, all I get from her is flattery and praise, this is bad. “I've never seen you so frightened before. I care about you. I want to comfort you but you pull away.” Sobbing uncontrollably she shook unable to continue. She pushed her face into my breast and began soaking it with tears.

 

I was thinking about comforting her, really I was, but I was new at this and with next to no experience I'd only make it worse.

 

“How dare you make such a beautiful maiden cry you fiend!” came a voice from the trees. The source: a man in green tights. Oh joy, Robin Hood, “My dear, I have come to save thee!” Merle turned her tear soaked eyes to the man.

 

“Mind your own business!” I shout at the dolt. Why is it that every time Merle cries it's my fault?

 

“Silence wretched demon!” with that he pulled out his bow and an arrow, notched it and pulled the string back to his ear, aimed and fired.

 

I raised my hand to the place the arrow would hit and with precise timing caught the arrow. Robin Hood was flabbergasted, as was Merle. He recovered quickly, pulled out another arrow from his quiver, tied a rope to it, notched the arrow, aimed and fired at a thick tree branch. He then took hold of the other end of the rope and jumped from the branch. The arrow held firm as he swung though the air coming right toward us with his arm out stretched. Right in the space in-between our bodies his hand went taking Merle with his arm now around her waist. They landed on a branch a few feet from where the arrow was.

 

Robin's hand was still around her waist, which made Merle feel rather uncomfortable; he's going to get it now. If you got in Merle's personal space and she didn't want you there a broken bone is a definite possibility.

 

“You can let go now,” she said trying to push away. Warning one.

 

His arm held firm, “I deserve a kiss for the rescue,” he placed his thumb and index finger under her chin and turned her face toward his.

 

Her eyes widened “Let me go now you pervert!” she screamed while pushing harder. Warning two.

 

He didn't let go; she then kicked him right in the nuts, which sent his hands down to his crotch. The kick made Merle lose her balance causing her to fall.

 

“Jicaru, fetch!” I shouted at the beast pointing at Merle. Jicaru got to his feet, swiftly running to the falling form, pushed on his powerful hind legs launching his-self into the air, catching Merle in his mouth as he began descending to the ground, all in one graceful movement. Jicaru then ran back toward me, Merle in mouth.

 

Merle escaped Jicaru's teeth and ran toward me arms out wide. I know where this is going. Once she got close enough she wrapped her arms around me, “Thank you Master!” she cried as if she really were raped.

 

Once that heartfelt moment was over Merle mounted Jicaru and I flopped onto his back where I slipped into oblivion.

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The first thing I saw was a white plaster ceiling in what I could only guess was an inn. Before I could confirm this the sound of an opening door came to my sensitive ears.

 

“Your awake,” said that familiar voice only not with that familiar energy I've come to hate so well.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“An inn,” She answered. Ah, so Merle can think for herself. I was expecting to be moved to a tree in the meadow half freezing when I woke up.

I sat up to see a finely furnished room with significant lighting. I moaned. We were probably in the richest inn in town. I guess Merle's brilliance could only go so far.

Merle sensed my discouragement from my scowl (oh wait, that's always there) and before she could ask I turned toward her with my head bowed, my eyes covered by hair and shadow with a smile on my face, “I cover my body with animal skins to hide my features and avoid towns and villages as much as possible to restrain suspicion and curiosity,” I turned my head upward, smile gone, fury dancing in my cool eyes, “and all for nothing!”

Merle stood in place cowering in the might of my wrath.

“It'll be weeks before I can leave! And all because of you!” I continued ranting. And that's when a maid came in. I glared at her as though this was her fault too. She squeaked. Merle was somewhat glad that my anger shifted from her to the maid. “What do you want?” anger gripping each word.

“I-I-I-” she stuttered.

My patience was growing thin, “Out with it woman!”

“Wanted to pay my respects to you.” She said quickly wishing she were somewhere else. The elves defended the humans against the demons because humans didn't have the strength or magic to do it. Due to this fact we're treated like gods whenever we tread through land inhabited by humans. And if anybody tried to murder an elf even if they didn't succeed they were killed on the spot with no trials whatsoever. Same punishment if they offended one.

“Then do so and get out of my sight.” She then gave me a small silver statue of four men whose countenances were similar.

“May the Four Brothers smile upon you and Natarre guide you.” With that she ran out of the room, Merle following her, hoping to escape my wrath. She was dead wrong.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Merle *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Master Knives scares me.

“I-I-is he a d-de-demon?” the maid asked

“Huh? No. He… he… was in a bad mood,” I looked at her. She was pretty, a little rattled but then again Master Knives' anger did that to most people. Big brown eyes and long, curly, reddish brown hair.

“How did you come to know such a horrible man?”

A vivid image of Master Knives' face fixed itself in my mind. Blood smeared his handsome features and his eyes, staring up at me, such hopelessness… unspoken agony…

I found myself on my knees, holding myself tears steaming down my face. The maid girl put her hands on my shaking shoulders.

“What's the matter?” she asked, concerned.

“Don't ever call him that,” I whispered.

“What'd you say?”

I raised my quivering voice “Don't you ever call him that.”

I don't think she understood. After a few moments she said “So what's your relationship?”

“I'm his pupil.” I say, a bit more composed.

“I thought humans couldn't learn magic.” She said, confused.

“They can't. He teaches me how to fight with various weapons. Every now and then Master Knives tells me about legends and religions and other stuff.”

“His name is Knives?” she asked, bewildered.

“That's what he told me,” I answered.

 

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~* Back to the star of the fanfic *~*~*~*~*~*~*

Already the room was cramped with gifts. Jewelry I wasn't planning to wear and statues made of ivory, gold, silver, bronze and other metals I couldn't even recognize. Gods, Goddesses, heroes of old, there were even some of Noku, littered the floor whereas the walls and furniture were covered with tapestries and paintings of epic battles, mystical gardens, and glorious creatures of myth.

The room was not the only thing cluttered with junk. My mind was riddled with blessings. And this was only from the kitchen staff. This was going to get much worse.

My frustration and anger festered, threatening to lash out. This was Merle's fault.

3 hours passed and Merle finally came back. The room was filled to the brim with gifts of more statues, jewelry, money, tapestries, and paintings (what do they expect me to do with all of this?) from the rest of workers at the inn.

I was breathing fire through my nostrils, anger boiling over.

“What's with all the stuff, Master Knives?” she questioned innocently.

“These are the gifts from the employees of the inn,” I answered gritting my teeth.

“How nice of them. When are we going to be leaving? You look like you got most of your strength back.”

I blew up “When are we leaving??!!! Ha!! We'll be lucky to leave a month from now!”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Because of your stupidity! That's why!” the anger spewed everywhere, finally free. “Now we're stuck here! People will demand for miracles, blessings, advice and spiritual peace! And it won't stop there, oh no, then they'll ask me to fight in battles, assassinate kings, defend the nobles, swear fealty to the lords, the possibilities are endless!”

Instead of feeling better I was becoming angrier. Merle looked about to cry. “I'm sorry!” she shouted, at least, as much as she dared, understanding dawning.

An apology wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted what Merle couldn't give. Results. Answers. Help. But there wasn't anything or anybody who could fulfill those needs so I was on my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's note: yeah it's short. Stupid writer's block. Hopefully it'll get better, just don't bet on it. Thanks for the reviews guys.