Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Diary of a Demon's Slave ❯ Chapter 5

Author's Notes: Oh God, people. XD I have found the joys of novel writing to be so damn addictive. I can write to my own world and have no rules whatsoever. I don't have to worry about taking my characters OOC or anything. If I disappear while doing that, I apologize. It is just so nice to go wild with my imagination and not have someone possibly tell me `that's wrong; that's wrong; that's wrong—that's not cannon'! It is absolutely great! I should have listened to Kuruk sooner about it!

 

I do appreciate the comments and everything in the fandom world, but I just needed to go wild with my own thoughts. I'll work on this should the interest spark for a novel break. X3

 

And the main reason I never made Jin truly Irish in my past stories I claimed he was is because I hate seeing red squiggles all over the page. DX But I guess I'll suck it up and try harder.

 

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When Fiorella failed to remember the name of the place or man she came from before being sent to that building Kurama found her at, he sent the young woman to Spirit World. He was worried that the demonic heart would change her personality and cause her to become wild before Fiorella could recall anything. “I know it is in her mind somewhere,” Kurama insisted to Koenma when he was back in Spirit World. “I just hope she can remember it in time.”

 

“We are trying our best to stage all of this off,” Koenma insisted as he rested his hands behind his back. “I cannot believe a simple transplant would cause such side affects. Some are transforming while others are dying from the slow beating heart.”

 

“I cannot believe that Demon World would go so far,” Kurama sighed, as he walked out of the room they were keeping the humans within that had yet to transform.

 

“Indeed,” Koenma said, as he continued down the hall they were within. “But hopefully we will find a way to stop and reverse all of this.” His office door coming into view, he made his way inside only to pause at the doorway to find Okuro standing at his desk waiting for the child ruler. “Oh dear…”

 

“You!” Okuro growled, pointing at Koenma, who was quick to hide behind Kurama. “I want to talk to you!”

 

“I have nothing else to say about the previous matter!” Koenma insisted, pushing Kurama forwards. “Kurama, talk to your kid!”

 

It felt a bit odd being told to talk to a son that was older than him. “What exactly is going on here?” Kurama wanted to know, as he was left in the dark as to why Okuro was so intent on getting a hold of Koenma.

 

“I'll let you both talk about that—outside of my office, that is!” Koenma insisted, guiding them both out with a wave of his hand.

 

When Okuro refused to budge, Kurama reached over to take him by the wrist to pull him outside of the doors. “Do you mind telling me what is going on here? Where is Nari? Why isn't she with you?” Kurama was still left in the dark as to the real reason why they went to Makai. He was oblivious to the fact that Kuronue was still alive.

 

“I wanted information on the slave trade in Makai, but Koenma is being too stubborn about it.” Okuro turned towards the doors with an annoyed snarl.

 

Kurama rolled his eyes playfully at Okuro's choice of words. “Didn't you nearly get yourself in trouble last time you tried to help? Besides, if I recall correctly, your mother is in Makai all alone right now.” He began to guide Okuro away from the office doors. “If you get hurt, you're going to end up leaving Nari all alone down there. I do believe she's grieved enough, wouldn't you say?”

 

Okuro huffed, looking off to the side with a flicker of his black foxtail. “She is being watched over by someone.” He didn't explain who, even when Kurama gave him an inquisitive look. “Look, I just want to help. I know I can do it.”

 

“Yusuke and I have it under control,” Kurama insisted, as he began to walk down the hallway, so he could head back to the human world. “Besides, it is something I should stop seeing as I started it.”

 

“At least you feel that way,” Okuro stressed, as he kept up with his birth father. “Mother wants to try her best to stop it, but she knows if she walks into the demon city, she will get snatched up and sold off back into the trade.”

 

Hearing such a thing struck a cord at Kurama. He stopped in his steps to point at Okuro's chest. “Don't ever, ever let her leave that house you have her in!” The fox demon sighed shakily, thinking back on what Kuronue would have wanted for Nari regarding her safety. “I am already trying to put people I don't know back into their homes. I can only imagine trying to track down Nari.”

 

Okuro rested his ears lazily about his head before perking them back up at seeing Kurama continue on his way to the exit of Spirit World. “It is weird actually seeing you care when I remember how you were back then.”

 

Kurama stopped in his tracks hearing Okuro's words to him. Looking over his shoulder at the half-breed, he let out a painful chuckle. “I have changed in many ways since then, and I am still trying to make up for the things I have done.” With that said, Kurama continued out the doors to head on back home to his own mother.

 

 

 

Jin admired the full moon that night through the kitchen window, as he was finishing up the katsudon dish he was working on for Gwenevere to try. Grabbing two sets of chopsticks, he made his way to his bedroom he had the feisty woman within. He opened the door to peek inside to find her lying in the bed still awake. “Knock, knock,” Jin chuckled, as he made his way to the bedside, placing the dish on the nightstand. “How are ya feelin'?”

 

“Hungry and miserable,” Gwen mumbled, as she closed her eyes wishing the pain in her chest and body would go away. “What is that?” She couldn't see within the bowl until Jin was kind enough to tilt it a bit so she could do so.

 

“It is a Japanese dish called katsudon,” Jin explained, as he gave her a set of chopsticks she could work with. “It is made with tonkatsu, egg, and onions on top of rice. I thought ya might like to at least try somethin' new aside from what ya usually eat.”

 

“One problem,” Gwenevere pointed out, as she showed off the foreign utensils to the wind master. “I don't know how to use these at all.”

 

“Goodness, lass,” Jin chortled, as he used them with ease right in front of her to pick up a few pieces of the pork and rice to feed to her. “Ya should probably learn to use these, because it is the main thing that's used `round here. So what do ya think of it, eh?”

 

Gwenevere swallowed the foreign food slowly to get a taste for it. She hated to openly admit that the food was actually decent when she was usually a picky eater and was looking to try and annoy the wind master. “It is good, I suppose,” Gwen reluctantly answered, accepting another bite, as she was admittedly, hungry. As she was eating, she was reminded of what she had planned to do earlier. “Did you get the candles I asked for?”

 

“Aye, I did,” answered Jin. He handed the bowl over to Gwenevere when she looked as though she would be able to handle it. “I'll be right back.” Leaving the room for a moment, he came back with the bag filled with the items she had asked him for. “`Ere ya go, lass. It should all be there. What do ya be needin' it for?”

 

“It is nothing important,” Gwen insisted, as she took the bag and placed it beside her. She couldn't help but daydream about casting the circle in a space to see if she could keep the demon away from her. Her train of thought was broken, however, when Jin prompted another bite in front of her mouth. “So what do you plan on doing with me once I am better?” She couldn't deny a sense of dread that everything going on currently was just a setup to brainwash her.

 

“What kinda question is that, lass?” Jin asked with a chuckle, as he stole a bite from the food he prepared as well. “I bought ya to try and save ya from that place you were trapped within.” He poked her gently on the nose with one of the chopsticks. “Just `cause we're demons doesn't mean all of us are evil.”

 

“I don't believe that,” Gwenevere grumbled, as she moved Jin's hand away from her. “I believe that once I am better, you're just going to do whatever it is you want with me.” She glared at him to show she wouldn't trust anything that came out of his mouth.

 

“Esh, they musta done a number on ya when ya were in that jail,” Jin commented, as he offered her another bite only to witness her being resistant. His blue eyes wandered about the room with a slightly irritated sigh at her stubbornness. “Did ya want to talk `bout it?”

 

“No, I don't!” Gwen snapped, not wishing to remember what all happened back at the slave market. She turned her head, wishing to avoid eye contact with the demon. Gwen thought if she showed an ounce of vulnerability, he would walk all over her, and she wasn't about to let that happen anytime soon.

 

Jin was a bit taken back by her snapping, but he dismissed it easily with a slight smile. “Well, if ya ever want to, just let me know, aye?” He picked up the small meal he had fixed for Gwen to remove it from her hands. “Did ya not want anymore?”

 

Gwen kept her gaze averted from him, as she released the cup in her hands. She shook her head at his question. “No, go ahead and take it.”

 

“Are ya sure? I mean, ya can keep it if ya want,” Jin insisted, wishing she'd at least finish a meal instead of either passing out over it or pushing it away after a few bites or so.

 

“NO! I am fine, dammit!” Gwenevere exploded, closing her eyes tightly in poor attempts to lock her tears where they were only to fail.

 

Jin could tell her voice was cracking, and he felt bad for her, but there was only so much he could do for someone pushing him away. “Alright then, I'll just be puttin' this away.” He made it to the sliding bedroom door to look back over at Gwenevere with a twist of his mouth. “Ya know, you're gonna be stuck `ere for a long while. Ya might as well be gettin' use to it.”

 

Biting her lip when Jin left, she situated herself under the covers to allow the tears to flow while the demon wasn't there to witness it. She was quick to try and fix herself up while he was gone, knowing he would return to go to sleep next to her.

 

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The next four days would pass slow enough for my taste, but I managed through them. They removed the bandages about my chest slowly to show a star shaped scar upon my chest where my heart was located. I remember placing my fingers upon the scar that was there to remind me of the horrific surgery I underwent.

 

11/2009

 

“Come on,” said Touya, as he placed his hand upon Gwenevere's back. “We have to get you back on your feet, regardless of how scrawny you are.”

 

Gwenevere glared at the ice master for his remarks. She took his hands to help herself stand on her own feet slowly. “So I can finally walk around and not be forced to stay here in bed all day? That's a relief.”

 

“I'd advise you not to walk out of the house without someone with you,” Touya added, as he made it out into the hallway.

 

“Hey, wait a minute!” Gwen insisted, as she hurried after the ice demon. “Where is Jin right now? I haven't seen him since I woke up this morning.” Since she was feeling better, she wanted to ask about having her own bedroom.

 

“He's outside training,” Touya answered, thumbing towards the front door as he went to go grab a book to read that early afternoon. Getting comfortable in the chair, he picked up the one book he was reading earlier. He noticed Gwen heading for the front door, prompting him to shake his head. “What did I just tell you?” Touya didn't break his concentration from the written word in front of him. “There are demons out there that could very well smell you a mile away and try to kill you.”

 

Gwen rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “I need to talk to Jin about something. I want my own room, dammit!”

 

Touya rolled his eyes, as he put down his book for a moment to look over at the impatient human. “Jin has already fixed you up a room while you were bedridden for so long. He only knew so much about what you liked, so he decorated it the only way he knew how.” When he saw Gwenevere looking at him awkwardly, he nodded down the hallway. “It is the last room on the left.”

 

Hurrying down the hall at a steady pace, knowing she couldn't over exert herself, she made it to the room Touya spoke of to open the door to look inside. There was indeed nothing that really screamed her in terms of taste that Gwen could see, as she walked into the bedroom. The bed was covered in blue and white colored sheets with the nightstand right beside it. Gwenevere got close to the nightstand to find that all there were upon it was a clock and a few candles. There was also a closet behind her, a dresser to the left of her with a rather wide mirror, and a computer desk that was void of any computer. When she touched her hands upon the empty space, she heard the door open.

 

“There isn't much `ere yet, but I am sure ya can make it into somethin' of your own,” said Jin from the doorway. He was wearing a white judogi from the looks of it. It was held in place by a blue sash. “I don't have a computer in `ere yet, but I figure ya might make do, lass.”

 

“I am surprised you even get electricity seeing as you don't have many lamps,” pointed out Gwenevere. She could see the demon coming towards her from the corner of her eye.

 

Jin threw his head back and laughed. “We do have electricity, Gwen. How else would our other things work without it? I don't imagine our tele would work either.” He had in his hands the bag filled with her candles and things she desired, and he placed it upon the dresser. “We just prefer the alternative light source.”

 

Gwenevere didn't know what to say about the room he obviously spent more money on just to get put together. She tapped her fingertips against the wooden surface of the computer desk. “Well…umm…thanks, I guess.”

 

The demon's ears wiggled slightly at the sound of something nice from her for a change. He grinned for a moment before nodding his head at her comment. “A dry thanks it be, but I'll accept it,” he said honestly.

 

“Oh, just get out of here, so I can be alone for awhile!” She demanded, pointing towards the exit of the room.

 

Jin chuckled softly to himself. “If ya desire it so. Dinner will be ready soon, so I hope you're prepared for it.” With that said, he excused himself from the bedroom, so he could help Touya with food preparations.

 

I watched as he left the room completely. It was then I knew I had to quickly get to work. With how much time I had left, I had to get everything situated on the ground to make sure he couldn't cross into my special area. Regardless of the nice things he had done, I found my paranoia around him growing by the day with me being well enough to move.

 

11/2009

 

Gwenevere situated the candles in the appropriate locations in the wide empty space near her bed. Her hands worked diligently with the pentagram design on the wooden boards. Grabbing her book of shadows she often worked within, she turned to the spell used to keep evil out of her space. Her eyes trailing over her own writing, she steadily got to her feet to call the corners first.

 

In the kitchen, Touya looked down the hallway with a shrug of his shoulders while turning his attention back to the lettuce he was washing in the sink. “She's been in her new room for awhile. I guess she likes it?”

 

“She thanked me for the most part,” Jin explained, as he was pealing the potatoes in his hands carefully with the knife he held. “I am sure she'll be gettin' better in time.”

 

“I guess she has some manners,” Touya noted, as he pulled apart the leafy lettuce in his hands. “You should look into getting her out of this house more often. I am sure if she sits around here long enough, she'll get her depression kicking in again.”

 

“How do ya be knowin' `bout human medical conditions?” Jin wondered with a raise of his brow and a sideways smirk.

 

“It is called reading,” Touya remarked straightforwardly, as he snuck a mushroom from the bowl nearby him to have something to nibble upon. “It is an interesting little thing where you take something called a book and you intake the knowledge within it.”

 

“I can be doin' without the sarcasm, lad,” Jin admitted with a playful nudge to his partner. “I guess I could drag `er out `ere to help with dinner. She used to help `er ma back in the Human World, so it may help `er a wee bit.” Finishing with the potatoes, he put them in the oven to bake a bit before heading towards Gwen's room to do so. His knuckles rapped upon the wooden door. “Gwenevere, can I come in?”

 

“If you want,” she breathlessly called from the other side of the door.

 

“Ya sound exhausted, lassie,” Jin commented, a bit worried, as he opened the door. “What have ya been…?” He paused in his words when he saw the pentagram circle there clearly on the floor. Jin wasn't familiar with what it was, but he knew what it did. He could feel the positive energy flowing from it, and it was difficult for him to keep at bay. “What-what is that…?” He asked, not liking the feel from it.

 

“It is a pentagram,” Gwenevere answered from where she was kneeling in the center of it. She stared the demon down, watching a bit gleefully as Jin wasn't able to really step into the room at the mere sight of it. “What's wrong? Don't you like it?”

 

“This isn't funny, Gwenevere,” Jin admitted sternly, for once. “Why don't ya come out of that and come `ere?” He waved for her over towards the doorway.

 

“Come and pull me out then!” Gwen demanded, as she stood to her feet. She knew that no demon could come through the pentagram lining unless they were powerful enough to do so.

 

Jin took in a deep breath before entering inside of the dimly lit room to make it a few feet from the outer circle of the design Gwenevere had crafted upon the floor that was soaked in holy magic. He hesitantly reached towards Gwen only to feel a powerful strike to his body, causing Jin to withdraw his hand quickly. “Gwen, stop this!” He growled, showing he wasn't enjoying this little game she was getting at. “If ya get sick, I cannot get to ya!”

 

“I don't trust you!” Gwenevere insisted angrily, as she pointed her summoning dagger at him as if to threaten to cut Jin should he come too close to her. “I know what's on your mind…it is on every demon's mind, I am sure. You're no better than preying males in the Human World!”

 

“What are ya talkin' `bout, Gwen!” Jin exclaimed curiously, as he couldn't understand the hysterical human woman at all. When the words registered a bit, he pulled his head back with a brief raise of his brows. His mouth was slightly open in shock at what she was getting at. “Are ya suggestin' I would rape ya…?”

 

“Don't act like that isn't true!” Gwen snapped angrily. “When I was in that hellish prison, I was told what others went through. They were beaten and raped by their masters once they were able to walk again…I know you're no different!”

 

Jin was shocked she would consider such a thing. He wasn't aware he ever gave her any indication that he would consider such a thing to her. “What do I `ave to do to prove to ya I am not like that?”

 

Gwenevere wanted to remain against the demon, but when he spoke those words, she could see a sort of pain in his blue eyes. Her aggressive stance against the demon starting to slowly falter, she closed her eyes to try and avoid his painful gaze. “What did you want…?” She asked, lowering her summoning dagger to her side.

 

“I just wanted to ask if ya wanted to help with dinner,” Jin explained with a disappointed sigh. “If ya care to do so, I will be in the kitchen with Touya. You're free to help.” He couldn't find it within himself to explain much more than that, as he backed up to the door. The energy within the room was irritating him, so he parted from the bedroom to head back to where he once was.

 

Touya heard Jin surface from the hallway, as he was continuing with making the main salad dish they had in mind for that night. “So I heard yelling. What is going on?” He asked, keeping his focus on the task at hand.

 

“Strange one, she is,” Jin insisted, as he made his way back to Touya. “She has it in `er head that I am gonna rape `er.” When he felt the potatoes were ready to be pulled out of the oven, Jin did so as Touya continued dressing the salads. “She has a holy thing put up in `er room now, so I cannot be gettin' too close. It hurts when I do so.”

 

“Wonder what her religion is,” Touya remarked, as he finished the pasta salads. “Didn't you say it was Wic-Wiccy-Wiccana or something? It is something I haven't heard of before.”

 

“Somethin' like that,” Jin sighed, scratching an annoying itch within his red hair. “Ya can ask `er if need be.” When he heard a door opening further down the hall, he turned his head with Touya to gaze over at the entrance of the hallway. He wasn't sure what to say right away when he saw Gwenevere standing there. His eyes caught Touya's before offering a smile to Gwen. “Did ya need somethin', lass?”

 

Gwenevere rubbed her upper arm with a sigh through her nostrils. “No, I just wanted to come and see what you needed help with.”

 

Touya looked back up at Jin with a raise of his brow. Obviously something he said prior was breaking through the girl's defenses.

 

“Well, umm,” stumbled Jin, as he wasn't sure what to make of this sudden turn around. “Everythin's almost done for the most part. However, me dear, ya can help me with puttin' a few things on the spuds if need be.”

 

Gwenevere nodded, as she hesitantly made her way over towards the demons. She could feel her demonic heart picking up pace a bit and tensing under the thought of getting too close to them willfully. Her hands touching upon the counter, she looked over at the potatoes that Jin had cut down the middle to open them up.

 

“We're not gonna bite ya,” Jin insisted with a lighthearted chuckle at her nervous behavior. He handed her a bowl full of bits of cheese as well as another with chives. “I'll put butter and cream cheese on the table.” Taking those bowls over to the table, he placed them down about the pepper and saltshakers.

 

Touya looked over at Gwenevere out of the corner of his eye, figuring he better watch any movements he made so as not to spook her. “So what do you want on your pasta salad?” The ice master asked, not sure what it was she enjoyed. Only Jin seemed to have that down to a science after reading her papers.

 

“Cheese, carrots, and mushrooms will do fine for me,” Gwenevere answered, as she finished the task Jin asked of her. Picking up the tray that had the potatoes on it, she brought it over to the dinning room table as well.

 

“Alright, looks like everything is fixed,” said Touya, as he finished up the salads to follow behind the young woman. He handed out the pasta salads appropriately before finding himself a seat at the table.

 

“I guess this is all we're eating tonight, eh?” Gwen asked with a twist of her mouth to the side. She was expecting something a bit bigger.

 

“Ya need somethin' easy on your stomach,” Jin explained, as he took his seat as well. “This should be doin' it for now. And I bought ya a fork ya can be usin' until chopsticks can work better for ya, Gwen.” He pointed to it upon the table. “Just use that for now.”

 

“I don't think I'll ever get used to those things,” Gwen insisted, as she watched the two demons use them with ease.

 

“I can teach ya,” Jin chuckled, as he continued to eat his salad. “So who was that Jade lass you `ere friends with?”

 

Being reminded of Jade made Gwen's heart sink, having to remember the best friend she considered a sister at times. “She was my best friend,” Gwen answered with her mouth slightly full. She swallowed her food before she continued. “We met one another online, and we stayed in contact over our phones when we're able. She's like a sister to me.”

 

“They said you two gave them hell by trying to escape so much,” Touya pointed out, as he continued eating as well. “You didn't continue to try when you were placed with one another?”

 

Gwenevere shrugged at Touya's question. “I guess when we were together again, I didn't bother with trying to anymore.” She began to pick at her potato to try and make sure the heat would come out of it a bit so it wouldn't burn her mouth. “ Besides, each time they would catch us right before we would make it to the door. It was like they waited until that moment to drag us back inside.”

 

“They were playing with you,” said Touya from across Gwen. “Demons are known to enjoy teasing humans till they break or die.” He grumbled his frustrations at what the human traffickers were doing. “The demons you encountered back there disgust me.”

 

Hearing Touya say that matter-of-factly, Gwenevere looked at him with confusion. “I thought all your kind was like that, though. You think humans are below you, and they are just good for mindless tasks.”

 

Touya looked over at Gwen with his cold, sky-blue eyes. “Do you want my honest opinion on it?” He asked, pointing his chopsticks at himself. The ice master witnessed Gwen nod. “I think people who use dark means to get what they want are cowards. Them capturing and beating humans just to turn a profit—there is no honor in that. They're just spineless cowards trying to roll in blood money.”

 

“Demons confuse me,” Gwen sighed, resting her cheek upon her knuckles to mess with her food before spooning it to herself.

 

“Not all are evil,” Jin chuckled lightly, as he finished his potato. “Even some can turn `round given enough time.” He looked over at Gwen with a smirk. “I just hope ya can turn `round to me too.”

 

I wasn't sure what to say about his comment. Even though I knew not to believe in evil given my Wiccan rules, it was hard to not see it in everything and everyone. I knew I had to get used to where I was, but it was still hard to accept that where I was, was going to be my permanent home.

 

11/2009

 

After dinner, Gwenevere knew that her room didn't have a bathroom to use, making her curious how the others there ever managed sneaking into Touya's and Jin's bedrooms. Seeing as she knew Jin better, she knocked upon his door. “Jin, can I come in?”

 

“Come in,” his Irish voice beckoned from the other side.

 

Allowing herself inside, she found the demon lying lazily upon his bed while the TV was running. “I was afraid that I noticed you and Touya are the only ones with a bathroom. I was hoping I could use yours to clean up for the night.”

 

“Umm, sure,” Jin said, pointing to the bathroom door he knew she could probably see from the doorway. “By the way, it was advised that I help ya with bathin' ya until you're one hundred percent back to normal.”

 

Gwenevere looked Jin up and down, hoping he was going to laugh at such a joke. “You're not serious, right?” She watched as the wind master removed himself from his bed to get to his feet. “Jin, I am fine! I can wash myself, I am sure. If I can walk, I can surely do that.”

 

“Don't be givin' me that!” Jin scolded playfully, as he ushered her to the bathroom door. “I bought ya, so I plan on givin' ya the best care.”

 

Her feet meeting with the cold tile flooring, Gwenevere felt herself about to faint over the mere thought of him seeing her naked. “You-you're not going to wash with me, are you?” She asked timidly, watching him head over to the shower.

 

“Neh, lass,” Jin insisted, as he turned on the water and plugged up the drain, so she could just have a bath. “I can tell ya don't want me to be seein' whatcha got underneath your clothes, so I'll spare ya from havin' to see me.”

 

A bright blush painted across Gwen's face, she felt her anger coming through. “So basically you're going to be a perve and just peek at me!” She yelled angrily, unable to believe the wind master had no boundaries.

 

Jin looked up at her with a shake of his head. “In me eyes, you're still me pet,” the wind master pointed out, as he felt the water would be cool enough for anybody. He shook his hand free of the water, as he got off his knees to help Gwenevere undress. “Don't worry, I am not gonna judge ya.”

 

“Oh God, just turn around, so I can undress at least undress myself!” Gwenevere demanded, her blush remaining on her face. “I want to at least get into the water, so what you do see will be distorted!”

 

“Aye, aye,” Jin sighed, unable to believe her behavior in the matter. He stood near the door with his back turned, allowing her to do as she pleased.

 

Gwenevere kept her eyes on the wind master, as she began to undress quickly. She didn't trust the demon any further than she could throw him. With her clothes removed, she hurried into the bath water even if it was a bit warmer than she expected. “Goodness, what are you trying to do, boil me alive in this!” She exclaimed, flinching from the feel.

 

“Sorry,” Jin apologized, as he turned around. “Demon skin can be a wee bit thicker than humans, so it takes me a moment to feel hot or cold compared to ya.” Kneeling back beside the tub, he began to scoop up some of the water to splash upon her head to get her wet enough. As he continued to help her get wet, he could make note of the blush painted across her face rather easily. “Heh, I am not gonna judge ya, lass. Ya should knew me better by now.”

 

“I have never been seen naked by a guy before is all,” Gwenevere admitted, as she kept her arms across her chest, knowing that if she removed them, she would be exposed.

 

“Really now?” Jin said with a tilt of his head. “And you are 23? I am surprised. Usually humans don't live long, so they normally have their fun times early, aye?”

 

Gwen's eye twitched at such a comment by the wind master. “Thanks, but I don't need to be reminded that it is impossible for me to find someone to get laid with.”

 

Jin's body shook with spasms of his laughter, which consumed him momentarily. “Why do such a thing anyways, Gwen? Why not find someone ya truly love and have your moment with them, aye?”

 

She never knew of a demon wanting to speak about lovemaking. Gwen thought all they knew to do was rape others. She had to admit it was different, and a rather interesting topic. “Have you ever had a special moment with someone?”

 

“I didn't have time for love when I was trainin' in the past,” Jin admitted with a shrug, as if to admit the thought wasn't a big deal to him. He grabbed the shampoo he had to pour it upon Gwen's brown hair. Making sure none of it got into her eyes, he began to massage her head gently to help it into her scalp. “I was in the dark for a long time, me dear. While I was in it, I grew a wee bit of a reputation.”

 

“And you're…how old?” Gwenevere wondered, as she kept her eyes closed to avoid the shampoo even if Jin was being cautious with where the suds wandered.

 

“Bein' a demon, ya tend to lose track of time,” Jin admitted with a brief chortle in his throat. “I am somewhere over a thousand years old.”

 

Gwenevere's jaw dropped, as she released her hands from where they were about her chest. “A thousand years old, and you haven't once done anything with anybody?” She asked, a bit shocked by his age. Gwenevere witnessed as Jin shook his head with a hum at her question. “God, you must be the oldest virgin I've ever known!”

 

Taking his middle finger, Jin flicked her gently behind the right ear.

 

“Ouch! Jeez, you don't have to do that!” Gwen grumbled, rubbing the spot he touched. “Whatever happened to you being gentle to someone who is `healing'?”

 

He raised his index finger with a playful wink to her. “I am only gentle to those who don't make fun of me,” he joked. “Now, hold still! Ya wiggle worse than anythin' I've tried to spar!”

 

While it was embarrassing to have him bathe me like a common house pet, I found he was being genuine about his words to me. He wasn't going to hurt me, and he was possibly going to watch over me best he could.

 

But the stories and the beatings back at that prison…I couldn't forget them, and it was making my friendship with him rather difficult.

 

11/2009