Treasure: Chapter 3
Treasure
Ch. 3 Campfire Talk
There was a small clearing a short way into the distance. He decided that they would set up camp, and head off in the morning. "Did you bring everything I told you to?" Bankotsu asked as they arrived at the designated spot.
He was referring to the bag he had her back at the village. The girl nodded. "Good, get the rope out of it." He demanded tossing the bag at her feet.
She dug through the bag until she found the rope then, handed it to him. However, her compliance was only due to the fact of how tired she was; she hadn't the energy to argue. "See, you're not that disobedient after all." He said with a smirk.
She could tell he was only trying to lure her into an argument. "Then again, maybe you just haven't had the right master." He continued still wearing that same arrogant smirk (she had already grown to detest).
'I'd like to just wipe that smirk clean off his face.' She thought to herself as she sneered at him.
It wasn't necessarily that he enjoyed tormenting the girl. It just seemed to be the only way to get her to acknowledge or talk to him at all. The girl looked away from him, but her attention was drawn back when he started binding her wrists together with the rope. "What are you doing?" She exclaimed.
"I don't trust you, you might run away while I'm asleep." He stated plainly, tying the other end of the rope to his wrist.
"You had me pack this rope, and hand it to you; for this." She held up her wrist angrily.
"Well if I would have told you what it was for; you wouldn't have packed it, now would you?." He stated in the most imperious tone.
At this point she was beyond enraged. "You are the single most infuriating, pompous-" She was cut off when Bankotsu plopped down against a tree, forcing her down with him.
She groaned agitated, moving as far away from him as comfortably possible, facing away. The whole situation made her blood boil. He was so full of himself. She was planning on running off that night while he was asleep, but he was always a step ahead. She couldn't even piss him off, the whole time he was just so laid back and care-free. He wasn't like the nitwit guards at the castle. If she was stuck in the woods with any of those morons, she would have already escaped. No, she's stuck in the woods with this guy. Her angry thoughts were interrupted by her stomach growling rather loudly. She blushed knowing Bankotsu had to of heard it also. She felt his eyes on the back of her neck, but she stayed laying just as she was. "Oh, are you hungry?" He asked in a synthetically concerned voice.
She reluctantly nodded her head. "Well, next time you cook; you should probably make something for yourself, instead of running away while everyone's eating." He stated, reclining back up against the tree.
He shook his head, redirecting his attention. However, it was only short lived. The girl was on the ground squirming about and batting at a bunch of fireflies that had swarmed around her. "What is this? What are you doing?" Bankotsu asked baffled.
"What are these things?" She asked in a desperate tone.
He stared blankly for a second, taking it all in. When he realized what was going on, he busted out into a wild laughter. "They really did keep you in that dungeon most of your life, didn't they?" He said still laughing hysterically.
The girl looked at him concerned. He practically fell over laughing. "It's a firefly." He said after calming down some.
"Will it burn me?" She asked still dodging them.
"No, they don't burn or bite. They just do that glow thing." He said shaking his head amused.
Bankotsu chuckled some more thinking about it. "I can't believe, you tried to run off in these woods by yourself. Believe me, there's worse out here than those fireflies."
As she laid back, a bothersome expression crossed her face as she pondered on the kinds of things he could be talking about. Bankotsu saw the look on her face. In a way he felt a little bad for bringing up the less pleasant things, but on the other hand; why keep it a secret? She's going to face them sooner or later. "Of course, you don't have to worry about things like that when you're with me. I'll protect you." He let the last part slip out.
She looked at him questionably, raising a brow at him. "As long as you behave, that is." He quickly added.
She rolled her eyes at him, turning back over. Bankotsu pulled out a thin large sheet from the bag and covered the both of them up with it. She fell asleep pretty fast from the exhausting day. Unlike her, Bankotsu was used to living like this. He'd been doing it for a while now. He stayed up lost in his own thoughts. 'Maybe I should have just left her.' He thought glancing over at the girl as she slept.
He couldn't figure out what it was about this girl. Why when he saw her at that village did he feel so bad for her? That he couldn't even put her out of her own misery? Why when she looked up at him with those damned golden eyes of hers, did he feel the need to keep, and protect her? Many gorgeous women at castles and villages have pleaded with him to spare their lives, with the exact same thing he forced on this girl. He fought with himself to redirect his thoughts to something else before falling asleep.
The girl awoke the next morning to Bankotsu standing over her. Her wrist was already freed. In his hand, he held a cluster of fish he just caught; all of them already cleaned. She sat up stretching her arms out over her head, then stretching her back as she yawned. Looking, over she noticed a fire was already going as well. He had her get up and start cooking, as he rested back up against the tree. She pulled some seasoning out of the bag and seasoned the fish. She took a knife from the bag and sharpened some sticks to make skewers, and drove them into the fish. She then spaced them out evenly around the fire so they could cook. Bankotsu occasionally glanced at the girl, studying her movements, and facial expressions. 'Miyo?' He was back contemplating names to call her.
'No, I don't like it. Ayaka?... I don't care for that either.' He rubbed his head, this was getting frustrating he fought to recollect all the girl names he knew.
She intervened on his thoughts when she handed him a skewer with a freshly cooked fish on it. He sat up and thanked her before taking a bite out of it. He closed his eyes and moaned softly in satisfaction. The girl cooked so good it was unbelievable. "You cook pretty good. Did you work in the kitchen in between your stays in the dungeon?" He asked being a smart aleck.
"Yes, actually." The girl said returning his comment with a smile.
He was a little shocked to her smile, yet it was very pleasing to him. "Oh, is that a smile?"
"Do all the other girls you force into slavery smile often?" She asked sarcastically.
"You're the first one I've done that to, actually." He stated eating his fish.
"Well, you're doing a great job so far. I mean kidnapping along side being a mercenary; I see limitless opportunities ahead of you." She said snidely.
Bankotsu laughed slightly. "Have you always been this much of a smart-ass?" He asked.
"I was always trained to speak when spoken to." She stated.
"So you’re a smart-ass?" He was confused.
"I wanted them to stop talking to me." She was getting slightly annoyed.
"Why are you so mean, woman?" He said laughing slightly and shaking his head.
He couldn't believe the stubbornness of this woman. "Is being out here, not better than being whipped all the time in a dungeon?" He pointed out.
She opened her mouth to say something, before realizing she didn't have a response to that. To be honest; she'd already spent all of her energy trying to make it as difficult as possible for him. She looked around the enormous outside as she ate quietly. She stopped for a moment and took everything she saw before her in. The only memories she had of being outside were all from so long ago, they were all hazy and a blur. As far back as she could remember she was either being trained in the kitchen, or she was in the dungeon. Maybe in some twisted way Bankotsu wasn't some other person forcing her to be his slave. Maybe in a way he was her savior. "Although, with you all tied up next to me last night; you kinda looked more like a pet." It was like he was waiting to say that.
"Oh, you're such an ass." She said getting up and moving further away from him to eat.
He giggled to himself, seeing her reaction. And to think she was just thinking about coming around to him.
-The Phoenix
Ch. 3 Campfire Talk
There was a small clearing a short way into the distance. He decided that they would set up camp, and head off in the morning. "Did you bring everything I told you to?" Bankotsu asked as they arrived at the designated spot.
He was referring to the bag he had her back at the village. The girl nodded. "Good, get the rope out of it." He demanded tossing the bag at her feet.
She dug through the bag until she found the rope then, handed it to him. However, her compliance was only due to the fact of how tired she was; she hadn't the energy to argue. "See, you're not that disobedient after all." He said with a smirk.
She could tell he was only trying to lure her into an argument. "Then again, maybe you just haven't had the right master." He continued still wearing that same arrogant smirk (she had already grown to detest).
'I'd like to just wipe that smirk clean off his face.' She thought to herself as she sneered at him.
It wasn't necessarily that he enjoyed tormenting the girl. It just seemed to be the only way to get her to acknowledge or talk to him at all. The girl looked away from him, but her attention was drawn back when he started binding her wrists together with the rope. "What are you doing?" She exclaimed.
"I don't trust you, you might run away while I'm asleep." He stated plainly, tying the other end of the rope to his wrist.
"You had me pack this rope, and hand it to you; for this." She held up her wrist angrily.
"Well if I would have told you what it was for; you wouldn't have packed it, now would you?." He stated in the most imperious tone.
At this point she was beyond enraged. "You are the single most infuriating, pompous-" She was cut off when Bankotsu plopped down against a tree, forcing her down with him.
She groaned agitated, moving as far away from him as comfortably possible, facing away. The whole situation made her blood boil. He was so full of himself. She was planning on running off that night while he was asleep, but he was always a step ahead. She couldn't even piss him off, the whole time he was just so laid back and care-free. He wasn't like the nitwit guards at the castle. If she was stuck in the woods with any of those morons, she would have already escaped. No, she's stuck in the woods with this guy. Her angry thoughts were interrupted by her stomach growling rather loudly. She blushed knowing Bankotsu had to of heard it also. She felt his eyes on the back of her neck, but she stayed laying just as she was. "Oh, are you hungry?" He asked in a synthetically concerned voice.
She reluctantly nodded her head. "Well, next time you cook; you should probably make something for yourself, instead of running away while everyone's eating." He stated, reclining back up against the tree.
He shook his head, redirecting his attention. However, it was only short lived. The girl was on the ground squirming about and batting at a bunch of fireflies that had swarmed around her. "What is this? What are you doing?" Bankotsu asked baffled.
"What are these things?" She asked in a desperate tone.
He stared blankly for a second, taking it all in. When he realized what was going on, he busted out into a wild laughter. "They really did keep you in that dungeon most of your life, didn't they?" He said still laughing hysterically.
The girl looked at him concerned. He practically fell over laughing. "It's a firefly." He said after calming down some.
"Will it burn me?" She asked still dodging them.
"No, they don't burn or bite. They just do that glow thing." He said shaking his head amused.
Bankotsu chuckled some more thinking about it. "I can't believe, you tried to run off in these woods by yourself. Believe me, there's worse out here than those fireflies."
As she laid back, a bothersome expression crossed her face as she pondered on the kinds of things he could be talking about. Bankotsu saw the look on her face. In a way he felt a little bad for bringing up the less pleasant things, but on the other hand; why keep it a secret? She's going to face them sooner or later. "Of course, you don't have to worry about things like that when you're with me. I'll protect you." He let the last part slip out.
She looked at him questionably, raising a brow at him. "As long as you behave, that is." He quickly added.
She rolled her eyes at him, turning back over. Bankotsu pulled out a thin large sheet from the bag and covered the both of them up with it. She fell asleep pretty fast from the exhausting day. Unlike her, Bankotsu was used to living like this. He'd been doing it for a while now. He stayed up lost in his own thoughts. 'Maybe I should have just left her.' He thought glancing over at the girl as she slept.
He couldn't figure out what it was about this girl. Why when he saw her at that village did he feel so bad for her? That he couldn't even put her out of her own misery? Why when she looked up at him with those damned golden eyes of hers, did he feel the need to keep, and protect her? Many gorgeous women at castles and villages have pleaded with him to spare their lives, with the exact same thing he forced on this girl. He fought with himself to redirect his thoughts to something else before falling asleep.
The girl awoke the next morning to Bankotsu standing over her. Her wrist was already freed. In his hand, he held a cluster of fish he just caught; all of them already cleaned. She sat up stretching her arms out over her head, then stretching her back as she yawned. Looking, over she noticed a fire was already going as well. He had her get up and start cooking, as he rested back up against the tree. She pulled some seasoning out of the bag and seasoned the fish. She took a knife from the bag and sharpened some sticks to make skewers, and drove them into the fish. She then spaced them out evenly around the fire so they could cook. Bankotsu occasionally glanced at the girl, studying her movements, and facial expressions. 'Miyo?' He was back contemplating names to call her.
'No, I don't like it. Ayaka?... I don't care for that either.' He rubbed his head, this was getting frustrating he fought to recollect all the girl names he knew.
She intervened on his thoughts when she handed him a skewer with a freshly cooked fish on it. He sat up and thanked her before taking a bite out of it. He closed his eyes and moaned softly in satisfaction. The girl cooked so good it was unbelievable. "You cook pretty good. Did you work in the kitchen in between your stays in the dungeon?" He asked being a smart aleck.
"Yes, actually." The girl said returning his comment with a smile.
He was a little shocked to her smile, yet it was very pleasing to him. "Oh, is that a smile?"
"Do all the other girls you force into slavery smile often?" She asked sarcastically.
"You're the first one I've done that to, actually." He stated eating his fish.
"Well, you're doing a great job so far. I mean kidnapping along side being a mercenary; I see limitless opportunities ahead of you." She said snidely.
Bankotsu laughed slightly. "Have you always been this much of a smart-ass?" He asked.
"I was always trained to speak when spoken to." She stated.
"So you’re a smart-ass?" He was confused.
"I wanted them to stop talking to me." She was getting slightly annoyed.
"Why are you so mean, woman?" He said laughing slightly and shaking his head.
He couldn't believe the stubbornness of this woman. "Is being out here, not better than being whipped all the time in a dungeon?" He pointed out.
She opened her mouth to say something, before realizing she didn't have a response to that. To be honest; she'd already spent all of her energy trying to make it as difficult as possible for him. She looked around the enormous outside as she ate quietly. She stopped for a moment and took everything she saw before her in. The only memories she had of being outside were all from so long ago, they were all hazy and a blur. As far back as she could remember she was either being trained in the kitchen, or she was in the dungeon. Maybe in some twisted way Bankotsu wasn't some other person forcing her to be his slave. Maybe in a way he was her savior. "Although, with you all tied up next to me last night; you kinda looked more like a pet." It was like he was waiting to say that.
"Oh, you're such an ass." She said getting up and moving further away from him to eat.
He giggled to himself, seeing her reaction. And to think she was just thinking about coming around to him.
-The Phoenix