Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Unwelcome Paramour ( Chapter 43 )

 

Unwelcome Paramour

I walked for what seemed like hours before I came to a small pond out in the middle of nowhere. `How convenient.' I mused.

 

I lay down and closed my eyes. “No Hao for one whole day. Wonderful.” I sighed.

 

I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke up, it was around noon. The deserted land was barren and dry, and it was as hot as hell bellow out in the open plains.

 

“I really should go back...or else I might die of overheating or something.” I shrugged. “But that would mean going back to where Hao is, and I don't want to do that.” I sighed. “Hmmm…neither is a good choice. Oh well. It doesn't matter anymore.” I lay back down and dangled my hand in the water.

 

Someone's eyes were on me, intently starring, studying; I could feel it. A low growl escaped my throat. “Stop breathing my air!!”

 

A medium, stick-like figure came out of the shadows, and I noticed that it wasn't Hao that had been watching me, but this guy who I had never met before in my life. He had chin-length dull brown hair that was angled in front, and his eyes were a creepy light blue/purple-gray color. He wore an odd outfit of purple-black suit. His jacket was outlined in yellow, and he had a dull red sash around his waist. His collar and long sleeves were frilly white, and I almost thought he was a girl.

 

`What an ugly creature.' I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying out loud. Instead, I said, “I'm sorry, I must sound really paranoid and rude. I thought you were someone else.” I stood and offered my hand for him to shake. “I'm Ivy.”

 

The creepy man took my hand and kissed it with an elegant flourish. “And I am Ashil. It is a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful and angelic as you are.” I couldn't help raising an eyebrow at his odd behavior. “You thought I was your fiancée, did you not, ah ángel santa encantador del fuego?”

 

I snatched my hand back and starred stupidly at him, “Excuse me?!”

 

He sighed and sat down, motioning for me to sit on his lap. I sat down where I had been sitting before, declining his offer. He took no notice, and resumed talking. “Maybe I should explain first before I start the wooing process.” He said it quietly, so quietly I don't believe I was meant to hear it.

 

“You are Ivy, betrothed to Hao, correct?”

 

I nodded, encouraging him to go on.

 

“Well, I am Ashil, but a humble servant to your great fiancée.”

 

“He's not that great.” I interrupted.

 

“Ahem, well, I have come to talk with you in hopes that we could become friends. What do you say, mon joli jouet?” He walked over to me and stroked my hand.

 

That action was what got him thrown into the pond. “I didn't say you could touch me.” I glared at him. I didn't like him at all; he was, God forbid, worse than Hao when it came to throwing himself at me!!

 

Ashil climbed out of the pond, and started taking off his jacket and shirt to ring them out. “So sorry, mon joli jouet. I didn't mean any harm. I'll be sure to ask next time. So, may I touch your hand?”

 

“No. I don't like you.” I admitted bluntly.

 

The poor man looked crestfallen. “But, why not?! What have I done wrong? Have I offended you, mon joli jouet?”

 

“Why do you keep calling me that?!” I snapped. “What language is that, and what does it mean?!”

 

“It is true. You are beautiful, so you deserve a pretty French pet name.” He insisted.

 

“Fine.” I shrugged it off. “I don't like your forwardness, but I guess I can't hold that against you, seeing as I am pretty forward, myself.” A slow smile started to creep into his creepy face. “I suppose that you are acceptable. You may accompany me.”

 

The smile burst open into a full-fledged smirk. “Oh, mon joli jouet! You will not regret this!” And he rushed up to me and started planting kisses all up my arm. I flung him back into the water.

 

He climbed back out and hung his sash up to dry. “I apologize, mon joli jouet! I forgot to ask your permission. May I kiss your arm?”

 

“Most decidedly not!” I seethed. “Now come on, we have to get back to the campsite.” I started to walk off, but a hand clutched my arm, pulling me back. “What the He—“

 

“—Shhhh…” Ashil spun me around into his arms. “You don't really want to go back to that abusive Hao, do you mon joli jouet? No most definitely not. You want to stay here and stay safe from his wandering hands, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Stay mon joli jouet. Stay with me. Here where it's safe.” He cooed.

 

“Well…” I hesitated, not wanting to go back to Hao, but not wanting to stay with this weirdo either. “I guess I could stay for a little while, but I still don't trust you.”

 

“I'll make you trust me then mon joli jouet.” He smiled softly at me, and we sat down and talked.

 

We talked for hours about anything and everything. Mostly it was me who talked, he listened to my problems, and I soon found myself talking to him, telling him things that I normally wouldn't have even told Opacho. I did come to trust him. I came to the decision that Ashil wasn't such a bad guy. (May I note here before we go much further into this, I was wrong.) Soon it was a few hours past sunset, and I needed to get home before Hao came looking for me.

 

“Wow it's late! I can't believe that you kept me talking for this long!” I laughed.

 

“It wasn't that hard, mon joli jouet. I do believe it is time for me to escort you back to your fiancée, though.” He smiled sadly as he took my hand.

 

I didn't throw him into the water this time, but instead whined, “Awwwwe I don't want to go back to Hao. Can't we stay here and talk awhile longer? I'd like that.”

 

“I'm sorry my sweet, but you must go back—wait.” Ashil stopped as if struck by an idea from Heaven. “Maybe you don't have to go back…”

 

“What do you mean?! How?!” I cried excitedly. Anything that involved me not going back there was worth a try.

 

“Come to my tent, and I do believe I can help you escape. The tent that Master Hao assigned to me is on the outskirts of the campsite, so no one will be able to hear us talk. It will be perfectly safe.” He assured me.

 

“Let's go!” I grabbed his arm and nearly pulled it out of its socket as I dragged him to his tent.

 

When we got inside he sat down on the bed, but didn't motion for me to join him. Instead, I looked around the room at the various things he had laying out.

 

“So how can you help me?” I asked with my back to the door, not noticing Ashil was tying the tent door closed in an impossible knot.

 

“I'll take you away from here my sweet, and then we can be together without that nuisance Hao forever. I knew that I wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I knew you were meant to be mine.” He whispered.

 

“What?” I picked up one of the objects left lying out not really hearing what Ashil had said.

 

“Well, this morning I heard you yell that you'd rather sell yourself to any other man than have to lie with Hao once. I plan to take you up on that offer.”

 

I put down the object, and turned around. “What do you mean?” It was too late that I realized what Ashil was doing. He had snuck up on me while I was admiring the small glass statue, and was now forcing his lips on mine in a worse than Hao fashion.

 

“Ahhmmm!!!!” I tried to fight him off of me, but it was no use. He had grabbed the statue and used it to hit me over the head. He didn't do a very good job of it, so I was still partially conscious, but I couldn't move or see straight.

 

“I love you mon joli jouet—my pretty toy. I won't let that horrible fiancée of yours ever get his hands on you; you're mine.” Ashil picked me up and effortlessly carried me to his bed.

 

`My fiancée…Oh Hao. Hao! I would give anything for him to save me right about now!!' “HAO!!!!!!!!!!!” I managed to scream through the blurry haze.

 

“He can't hear you. It's no use, darling—you're mine.” Ashil chuckled cruelly.

 

“Please don't…” I mumbled. My pleas would have stopped Hao. Hao would feel guilty about taking advantage of me, and he would stop. Hao cared about me, and Hao had a heart.

 

But Ashil was not Hao, and my pleas fell on deaf ears. “You belong to me, mon joli jouet, and I will do with you what I please. Hehehe…” He pressed his lips to mine again as he slipped off my clothes. I could feel myself crying as I was ravished and found that I could do nothing.

 

I couldn't do anything as he touched, kissed, felt, groped, sucked, and bit. I found myself praying to die before he got any further with me. Suddenly I heard someone barge in and charge at Ashil screaming, “YOU BASTARD!!!! GET AWAY FROM HER!!”

 

There was more screaming, and sounds of a struggle. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear. It lasted only a minute or so, and I felt someone covering me in a blanket or something and picking me up gently as if I would break if handled too roughly.

 

I could no longer remain conscious, so I let go of my battle to stay awake, and gave in to the sweet oblivion of artificial sleep. I shifted my weight somewhat in the man's arms so that I was resting my head against his shoulder. I could feel him smiling down at me, and I subconsciously returned the smile.