ReaptheMusic said
Minutes could have passed by, perhaps hours, before Ariiko opened her eyes once more. Ida worked fast, and thank god she did. Slowly, the ronin turned her head to look at the woman sitting across from her. Her hair was bright, gentle and soft.... just like...."Starlight," Ariiko murmured. She stared at the woman a bit longer before looking around the room. An inn perhaps? She sat up, and as she did the cold cloth fell from her forehead. She looked down as it fell. Ah, so she was still wearing her armor. It was dirty, and needed polishing that only a few good scrubs of rose water could handle. She looked back at the woman who had brought her to this place. "Did you bring me here?"
Noriaki remained in the inn room, sitting against a wall, looking towards the woman with worry and concern in her eyes. During the period of waiting, Noriaki, to handle the boredom and the nerves of not knowing when the woman would wake up, took out some parchment and her brush. There had hardly been anytime to create, to write poems, and her experiences this day were ripe for poetry. But what to write? A piece comparing the bang-out beauty with the fire hair? A sweeping and moving tale of the one armed warrior? Perhaps a haiku dedicated to the great demon slayer with the pretty face? Or maybe, just maybe, a poem about divine intervention, of divine inspiration, of a fallen muse.
Noriaki began putting characters to parchment, striking out phrases that didn't fit the piece, that were superfluous, or that she simply had a change of heart on. She had wanted to finish at least a draft before the subject in question recovered; Noriaki had figured it would take a day or two for that to happen, but to her surprise the woman was awake after mere hours. Noriaki lifted her head to the woman, eagerly setting down her parchment and approaching the bed.
"What are you doing awake?" she asked, taking the fallen cloth and lightly patting it on the woman's forehead before wringing it out in a nearby receptacle. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I am glad to see that you are alive, and your voice is just as heavenly as I thought it would be, but you seemed in bad shape when I saw you, when you fell from above to grace my unworthy visage with your presence." The woman had just woken up and already Noriaki was applying the charm.
"It was indeed I who brought you here, to my room at the inn. Ah, but do not be alarmed, though I am known for such things I assure you you remained untouched as you slept and out of courtesy - and with great restraint - I left your armor on, though now that you are awake and, hopefully, better perhaps those could be changed, I could remove your armor and the touching can commence. I will eagerly remove my own armor if it makes you more comfortable, as I only wish for your comfort, as angels as delicate beings and I do not wish them harm, yourself included."
Noriaki finished her little speech with a smile of warmth and an expression in her eyes that made it clear she was entirely serious about everything she had said. "Ah, but how rude of me. I am Noriaki Okamoto, and I am your savior as you have been my muse for the past few hours. It is my pleasure to meet you and it can very soon be your pleasure as well."
Noriaki bowed her head, continuing to smile towards the woman.
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