Claymore Fan Fiction

Silver-Eyed Warlock

By Kraven Ergeist

The water was ice cold, but Raki barely felt it. Partly because his yoma blood regulated all but the most extreme of temperatures, making him unable to truly experience the frigidness of cold, barring sunless arctic winters. But it was also because his mind wasn't focused on the temperature of the water at all.

Clare was swimming beneath the surface, darting this way and that, like a minnow. The water was a few meters deep, giving them ample room to move about. There was a strong current, though with their yoma strength, it made little difference. With his half-yoma gifts, not only could he hold his breath for what felt like hours, but he could swim as fast as any fish in the sea.

He could also see perfectly clearly underwater.

Mustn't look, mustn't look, mustn't look…

Compared to Clare's graceful languid form, Raki felt like a grizzly bear hunting for fish. He tried not to let his eyes wander, but he found his attention drawn to Clare's skin as it glistened in the sun refracted through the rushing, tumultuous surface above them. The way she moved was entrancing, effortless, needing only a single flick of the wrist to jet through the stream, her back arching and legs bending to contour her body into a streamline form.

She was positively beautiful to watch. Raki soon forgot himself, and became lost in simply watching her move. It was like she was dancing – a being of elegance and grace as she flitted through the water. Her silver hair flickered back and forth like leaves caught in the breeze. She was fast – darting from one end of the river to the other, racing the fish, fighting the current, her eyes fierce and determined.

Training, Raki realized. This was another form of training.

But she looked like she was having so much fun. How often did Clare simply get to relax like this? They all deserved this, Clare most of all. Raki was happy that she was enjoying herself, though she didn't have to take it so seriously – her brow was knit in concentration, as though it were taking all her efforts to move so fluidly.

She went to a particularly deep area, and then kicked up with what looked like all her might, as she broke the water's surface. Raki stuck his head out of water in time to see her twirling in mid-air spinning wildly, flicking water everywhere, before turning a summersault in the air and slipping fluidly back into the water.

Raki felt like applauding. He might have, had she not popped her head out of the water to meet his gaze his gaze, flipping her hair over the back of her head.

"What did you think?" she asked, sounding honestly curious.

Raki forgot their position entirely and swam over to her. "That was amazing Clare! I've never seen anything like it! You were magnificent!"

Clare's cheeks colored, and she gave him one of her honest to goodness smiles that she saved for special occasions.

"Glad my training's paid off…" she chuckled.

"Show off," Raki splashed her.

"Hey!" Clare squinted, splashing him back.

The two were soon splashing each other like kids in the park, laughing playfully. The splash fight turned into a game of tag as they each swam after each other, Clare the clear superior in that field. She gave him a good run, before slowing down enough to let him grab her ankle, before darting away again, her turn to be It.

Obliging him, she played the game of cat and mouse, and let him swim around, moving to cut off his escape and back him into a corner. He tried to dash around her, but she was too quick, and she tackled him head on, driving them both to the shore, the shallow water forcing them above the surface.

"No fair!" Raki complained, struggling against her grip. "You trapped me!"

Clare winked. "No prey of mine can escape me for long…"

Without even thinking, she kissed him.

Raki smiled, kissing her back, simply enjoying the moment, when his conscience suddenly came back to him, and he began blushing.

"Umm…we're not exactly dressed for the occasion…"

Clare did not let go of him, though she did give him a coy smile. "And what occasion is that?"

Raki closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I didn't mean it like that! It's just an expression!"

Clare just chuckled. "You worry too much…"

She kissed him again.

"Clare…" Raki was blushing furiously. He shook his head furiously. "We're all alone out here…"

Clare nodded very slowly. "Yes…"

Raki bit his lip. "We're both naked…"

Again, Clare nodded. "Yes…"

Raki's eyes met her. "And you're…kissing me…"

Clare thought over what he'd said, and had to agree that he was absolutely right on all three counts. "Do you want me to stop?"

Raki choked out a hoarse laugh. "Stop? I…" he shuddered as Clare repositioned herself against him. "Mmmm…you know how I feel, Clare…but this really isn't a good idea…"

"You're right. It probably isn't…" Clare breathed into his ear. "But something tells me that stopping is the last thing on your mind…"

Raki's lower lip quivered. His whole body quivered. He felt like he was about to pass out.

"We…" Raki stuttered. "Really shouldn't…"

Clare parted from him long enough to touch her finger to his lips. "I've given this a lot of thought, Raki. Miria told me we're doomed if we stay together. But it's not like either of us will be better off being apart from each other either."

She wrapped her arms around him, embracing the boy tenderly.

"Both our lives are destined for hell, Raki. Nothing's going to change that. Not Miria, not you, not me…so why can't we at least be with the person we want to be with?"

She held the boy at arms length. There were tears in his eyes.

"Clare…I…I…" he was smiling.

"Shhh…" she touched her lips to his, silencing him. "I know, Raki. I do too."

Raki felt her lips wrap themselves around his, her tongue flitting between his lips to play with his own. He felt his back molding itself in the muddy sand, but he didn't care. Clare was kissing him, passionately, desperately, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He kissed her back, savoring the taste and feel of her, sucking on her tongue and lips, his hands encircling her waist, feeling her smooth silky skin beneath the gentle waves of the river.

"Clare…" he bit his lower lip as her teeth found their way to his ear, nibbling the tender nubbin of flesh as her hands ventured further down his body, trailing her fingernails over him, eliciting groans of pleasure. "Oh, Clare…"

The girl smiled contently, pleased with her decision, letting her tongue slowly trail down his neck, her hands tracing over his abdomen, his adult body sculpted and sinuous. Of course, with the strength of a half-yoma, his body wouldn't be anything but flawless.

She quelled that thought in irritation. She wasn't doing this because he was a half-yoma like her now. Maybe that fact made it okay, but that wasn't the reason for it. The reason was that she loved him – she had since the day he'd saved her from awakening, way back when. And now she knew, beyond all doubt, that he loved her back. And that was plenty enough for her.

She felt heat rising in her abdomen at the look upon his face when her hands found their way south. She couldn't resist the urge to claim his lips once more, to kiss him hungrily, tasting him, letting electricity flow through the connection. His stiffness was like rock in her hands, and it was all too easy for her to guide his girth between the folds of her womanhood, and…

Suddenly, everything exploded into chaos.

xxxxx

The other Claymore's were on the scene in moments. Miria was first to arrive, followed by Tabitha and Deneve. All three women were speechless.

"Help…"

They stared aghast at the two figures that lay on the ground by the river. Both were stark naked. Both were dripping with blood.

"Please…I think I hurt her…"

Raki was in tears, holding Clare limply in his arms, her body staunch, cold and lifeless. Her body was covered in seeping claw-marks, as other injuries, which looked like that had been delivered by teeth, laid bare around her neck and shoulders. The most blood, however, was coming from between her legs.

"Somebody, please! Help her!"

Nobody wanted to move. Miria was the first to overcome her shock and step forward to take Clare's still bleeding form out of his arms, and drape her cloak over her comrade's body. She placed her fingertips to Clare's neck, and frowned as Helen, Cynthia and Uma arrived on the scene, looking confused, anxious and scared.

"Miria!" Helen blurted in frenzy. "We felt what happened from the other side of the plains! What…?" Then her voice fell when she saw the scene before her. "Oh God…"

Raki lay crumpled on his knees, heaving and sobbing, his hands, mouth, and his entire abdomen covered with already drying blood, none of it his own.

"I'm going to take her back to the cave," Miria announced as he held Clare in her arms, not making eye contact with any of the others. "Nobody touch him until I return."

Nobody was inclined to disobey.

xxxxx

"Now listen to me very carefully…" were Miria's calm words. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened. Leave nothing out."

Miria and Raki were sitting at the top of the peak in which their cavern lay. She had given the others explicit orders to remain inside and look at Clare.

Raki's eyes still had not dried.

"Will she…be alright?"

Miria's expression didn't change. "She'll live. Now tell me…" She leaned forward and seized Raki's jaw in her hand, forcing him to meet her gaze. "What…happened?"

Raki felt a very real twinge of fear roll down his spine.

"I…she…we were…swimming in the river…" he began, trembling in fear. "We started playing. You know, stupid games, splashing around…we were having fun…"

He swallowed.

"Then we were…kissing and…I mean, really heavy kissing…and…then I don't know. All I can remember is realizing my whole body is covered in blood, and…" Raki stared at his hands. He had since bathed and clothed himself, but he couldn't escape the feeling of revulsion that came from looking at his own two hands. "And Clare was just lying there, bleeding…"

He started to cry all over again.

"I don't know what I did to her, Miria!" he sobbed into his hands. "I don't think I want to know! I just don't know if I can even speak to her now…"

Miria's expression didn't change. "What will you do?"

Raki shook his head, still sobbing. "What can I do? What can I possibly do to make this better? How can I even stay here after what I did that to her!?"

Miria's eyes finally widened. "Raki…you can't leave."

Raki's brow knit, tears streaming down his face. "You mean, you expect me to stay!? After everything I've done, all the trouble I've caused!? You expect me to stay, and not even be able to look her in the eye!?"

Miria frowned and got to her feet. "I'm not here to ensure that you have a steady relationship with Clare, or anyone for that matter. I'm here to keep the seven of you safe from the Organization and the Abyssal Ones. Like it or not, regardless of your feelings, Clare's feelings…or my own…" she gritted her teeth, looking like she was ready to spit in his face. "You're one of us, Raki. And we have to look out for each other."

Raki was staring at her with an expression that could only be described as shock and awe.

"Do you think this is the worst thing any of us have gone through?" Miria demanded. "Do you think this is even the worst thing another half-yoma has done to another? Like it or not, Raki, this is our world! And it's a bloody one. The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you'll be able to move on."

Raki didn't say anything. He'd stopped crying though. His hands simply squeezed the cloth of his slacks, knitting them into tight fists.

Miria sighed, getting to her feet. "Get some rest. You need it."

xxxxx

"I could have handled him."

Everyone in the cave looked at Helen with something akin to shock. They were each sitting in a semi-circle, each keeping Clare in their sight, who still lay unconscious, resting at the back of the cave.

Helen shrugged. "Look, it's pretty clear that the kid awakened. But what did he do after that? He changed back. I'm just as upset as you guys about what happened to Clare, but I for one was paying close attention to Raki, and from what I could gleam, all that transpired was a really, really, really rough banging."

The Cynthia, Tabitha and Uma gaped at Helen with renewed disbelief, but Deneve just sighed.

"That's just Helen's way of saying, if she could have taken Clare's place and keep her out of harm's way, she would have."

Helen snorted, crossed her arms and looked away. "I'm just saying I could have handled him."

Everyone mused in silence.

"Helen's right about one thing…" Deneve observed. "It appears that all the boy did was awaken for the duration of their…copulation…"

Cynthia fidgeted, glancing back at Clare's sleeping form. "He did a lot of damage…are you sure that's all that went on?"

Deneve sighed, leaning back against the cave wall. "Bite marks around her neck and shoulders…claw marks across her back, buttocks, and the back of her thighs…and her vulva has been torn beyond recognition…what else do you think happened?"

Tabitha colored. "Do you think he…forced himself on-?"

"No way!" Uma blurted out violently. "Raki would never do that! As an Awakened Being maybe, but never as that sweet little boy we all know him to be!"

No one voiced their rebuttal to that, because right at that moment, Clare stirred to life, groaning sleepily.

"Clare!" Helen was the first to her side, holding her hand. "Take it easy, you've been badly hurt!"

Clare still hadn't opened her eyes. "Mmm…Helen? Could you lower your voice, please?"

Everyone was gathered around. Helen for her part had almost forgotten about Clare's injuries and wanted to smack her for throwing her concern back in her face like that.

"Clare…" Deneve asked next. "Are you…?"

"Raki!" Clare blurted out, eyes flying open. "Where's Raki!?"

"Don't worry," Cynthia assured her, patting her hair. "Miria's keeping an eye on him. He can't hurt you anymore."

Clare blinked in confusion. "Hurt me? What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me?" Tabitha pointed to the bandaged skin of her shoulder. "He's the one who did that to you!"

Clare glanced down at the cuts and scrapes across her body. Then she practically laughed.

"What, this? This is nothing. You should have seen what I did to him."

Dead silence.

Then a collective "WHAT!?"

Clare blinked, confused. "What's the matter, you guys? Did you think we'd gotten into a fight or something?"

Helen was blushing as realization dawned on her. "No, well…when we found you, you were unconscious and bleeding in Raki's arms, and he was crying his eyes out."

Clare still looked confused as all get out.

"Crying? Why would he…oh no!"

Clare stumbled weakly to her feet.

"I have to speak with him! He probably thinks he did something horrible to me!"

Everyone rose to stop her.

"Hold on!" Deneve scolded. "You're not going anywhere like that. And in case you hadn't realized, he kind of did do something horrible to you."

Clare shook her head. "Nothing I didn't give him back twofold. I'm just a little tired. He really wore me out. We both must have passed out by the end of it all. He probably just healed faster because he's a defensive type."

Helen took Clare's face in her hand and glared at her. "But Clare, you still haven't healed. And in case you haven't noticed, part of you is still bleeding!"

Clare looked down to see a make-shift loincloth, soaked red with blood.

She blushed.

"Umm…you guys? You know I'm a virgin – or was, about half an hour ago. It kind of hurt. But I don't regret it or anything. It just didn't occur to me that he wouldn't remember it."

Everyone was bustling with protestations, but the loudest was Miria's, who spoke as she slowed from a run, entering the cave with them.

"Raki's run off," she panted, out of breath. "Clare…I heard part of what you said...what about the fact that he had awakened when you did that to you?"

Everyone was silent and stepped aside, letting Miria and Clare talk face to face.

"Where's Raki?" Clare demanded.

"Answer my question," Miria shot back, defiantly. "Is it okay with you to know that you slept with an awakened being?"

"Doesn't make much of a difference," Clare stood her ground, though she was rather shaky from her experience. "We both went back to normal after it was done."

Miria shook her head. "That doesn't make it…"

Color drained from her face.

"Wait…did you say 'we both went back to normal?'"

Everyone unconsciously took a step away from Clare as she stared Miria down hard.

"Yes, Miria…I awoke too."

xxxxx

To Be Continued…