the Hunters

With the Demon ~Part II

{{Hello again everybody! I just have one note I thought I should make clear; when words are in italics, it means the character is thinking,  it's their thought. It should be somewhat obvious who it is, sorry if it's not! Enjoy!}}

   Lawrence was slumped on the ground, clutching his arm and leaning against a tree.

   "Ryrus! Augh, uhm," Saaya slightly panicked and looked to Ryrus, "You carry him back to camp and tend to his arm and I'll go burn that spirit's body. Go!"

   "Y-yeah!"

   Ryrus ran over to Lawrence's slumped body. He slipped one arm under his waist and the other under his knees. Lawrence was surprisingly light but he almost tripped when he stood up. Lawrence put his not wounded arm around Ryrus' shoulders, just in case. He rested his wounded arm on his stomach. He never expected to be carried through the forest in the arms of a demon, blood gushing from his arm.

   Ryrus looked down at Lawrence, his face blank, barely any emotion as Ryrus ran through the forest with him in his arms. Ya The demon swallowed and looked away slightly when he realized he was blushing. He ran a bit faster to avoid Lawrence either blowing an aneurysm or dying right there in his arms. In his arms. He said that phrase over and over a few times in his head, it sent chills down his spine. Why?

   Before they knew it, they were at the camp. Ryrus set Lawrence down on a log near the fire. He sat on a log across from the other. Ryrus scooted closer on Lawrence's log. He cleared his throat.

   "Uhm, you need to kind of, take off your shirt for me to treat your arm.." Ryrus said blushing.

    He saw Lawrence blush slightly, "I- uhm- a-alright."

   Lawrence stuttered?! He never does that!

   Lawrence blushed more before he brought his hands down to the bottom of his sweater. He swallowed and began to pull it up over his waist. He couldn't just roll up his sleeve, his sweater was covered in blood.

   I need to get this over with. Quick.

  Lawrence suddenly and quickly pulled his sweater up over his head and turned his head away, blushing even more than before. He gripped the sweater tight in his hand.

   Kill me.

  Ryrus stood up to get the first-aid kit from the tent and sat back down on the log right next to Lawrence. The hunter kept his head turned away from Ryrus while his arm still gushed blood onto his jeans, which had a pool of blood collecting on it.

   "Lawrence! Your arm! Are you not feeling this pain?"

   "Well yeah I feel it, dumbass. I just don't want make a big deal out of such a small injury."

   Small injury? What the hell is he talking about- Just a second ago, he was on the ground and looked like he was gonna pass out-

   "Oh, ok then. Let me just, wrap it up for you."

   Ryrus found a bottle of peroxide in the first-aid kit and popped it open.

   "Lawrence, this might sting a bi-"

   "Just get it over with."

   Ryrus poured a few drops of the peroxide on his arm. Lawrence didn't flinch at all.

   What the hell-

   He pulled out the gauze and bandages from the kit, lazily wrapping them around his arm, about 10 layers- and then wrapped all of that in tape. It wasn't very thick- considering how much bandage there was.

   "Thanks," Lawrence said. He stood up and grabbed something out of the tent, then sitting back down on the next log over from Ryrus. He had gotten a new sweater and was about to slip it over his head when Ryrus stopped him.

   "Uhm, you probably have to leave your sweater off...your arm has to breathe tonight. I always had to do that.."

   "Tsk- I'm fine. I'm going to sleep," Lawrence quickly tugged the sweater back over his head and trudged to the tent." Thanks again. You should get some sleep too ya know. G'night." Lawrence gave a slight smile as he crawled in the tent.

   What the hell.

   Ryrus sat out on the log in front of the fire for another hour or so before Saaya trudged back into the campsite, covered in dirt and her clothes scorched. She sat down next to Ryrus and groaned.

   "What happened to you?"

   "Spirit...I couldn't find it... Long time-"

   "Oh, well, did you burn it?"

   "Yep."

   She leaned her head back and groaned louder. After about a minute of complaining to herself in her head, she shot forward and looked around, her head shaking wildly.

   "What, Saaya?!"

   "Where's Lawrence!"

  "Oh. I bandaged him up. He went to sleep about an hour or so ago."

   "Is he OK?"

   "Mhm. He's fine, in fact, he didn't even show that he was in pain-"

   "Oh yeah, he can be like that. Sometimes he'll be on the ground 'dying' over a small cut from his blade, and other times, his leg might be seperated from his damn body and he still wouldn't show any sign of pain or realization. What a creepy kid."

  "That is creepy."

  "Yep-" she yawned and stretched. "I'm sleepin'. We'll probably be up early tomorrow. Night." She sighed and crawled in her tent as Ryrus uttered a quiet goodnight.

   I should probably sleep too. Yeah...

  Ryrus tossed some logs out of the fire and into a rock pit Lawrence had made. Then he as well made his way into the tent.
Lawrence was in his sleeping bag, the dim moonlight shining in through a small netted window in the tent. The flap of the sleeping bag was zipped down to his waist. The sleeve of his left arm was rolled up for his bandage to breathe. His sweater was lifted slightly at his waist so Ryrus could see a small part of his stomach, which, as he had seen earlier, he was very muscular.

Ryrus found himself blushing again and stared down at him.

Holy shit.