My Silver Protector

Chapter 1

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An ominous screech fills the air as the cell door slams in our faces.

How did it come to this? What had we done to deserve to been thrown in here?

What kind of ayakashi are Ranmaru and Hideyoshi to be so cruel?

My eyes find Ginji in the dim light. The kitsune is in this cell because of me. I know now I should have kept quiet on the ship. If I had, Ginji wouldn't have been forced to protect me from my kidnappers. Perhaps neither of us would be here now.

My human body screams in protest at every movement I make which is why I don't sit up at first. All that rough handling because I got a little too mouthy.

Odanna-sama must have had a heart attack, watching what went down. It's no secret he has feelings for me. The way he calls me his wife when I'm clearly not is almost a dead giveaway; as if he can call me that until I become it. To be honest, my own feelings are muddled to the point I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel.

"Aoi-san?" Ginji puts an arm around my back to help me sit up. The world spins dangerously and I'm thankful he's slow to let go.

"It was unnecessary for them to get so rough with you," the expression on the kitsune's face is pinched in worry.

Looking up at him now, I faintly see in the dark cell the red welt Ranmaru left on Ginji's cheek. His reward for not standing down. Were they trying to make him watch as they hurt me for being a human?

"I'm okay, Ginji-san. You can let go of me now." he doesn't have to know how much pain I'm in. He need not worry anymore than he has to about me.

Hesitantly he releases me, settling against the wall with a sigh.

I try my best not to wince as I settle myself into a comfortable sitting position, facing Ginji. He's frowning, and it bothers me to know he's worrying, anyway.

"Is something wrong?" I ask hesitantly, unable to help myself.

"You're hurt and you're trying to keep it from me," he looks back at me with accusation in his blue eyes.

How does he know? My heart pounds at being found out.

"You're bleeding, don't think I can't smell it." his frown grows deeper, "Show me your wound, Aoi-san."

I knew my arm hurt, but I hadn't realized why until the moment Ginji pulls back my sleeve. An ugly bloodied gash runs across it. No wonder it stings so badly.

Instinctively I draw back from the kitsune's examination. "Honestly, it's not all that bad. There's nothing to be done about it here."

Ginji's grip holds fast, "I can heal it, Aoi-san." a strange catch hits the end of his words. "If you would allow me?"

His strange choice of words puzzle me. Why wouldn't I allow him to heal it? Isn't he using his Kitsune magic to do those types of things?

I give him a small nod.

"This might sting," Ginji warns me, holding my arm closer to himself.

I am unprepared when he presses his lips to my gash. It tickles a great deal and there's a slight sting.

His tongue slides down my wound and I gasp in surprise. My cheeks turn to fire at the sensual sight. There's a strange fluttering in the pit of my stomach and I forget I was ever in pain. Then almost as soon as it began, it was over. Ginji pulls back from me and I get a hold of myself and look down at my arm.

There's no sign I was ever hurt, I stare up at Ginji in surprise. Some unknown emotion swirls in those light blue eyes as they stare back into mine. His cheeks are tinged red. Reminding me of what just happened. My own cheeks flare up again.

"T-thank you," I find my voice, horrified to hear it squeak. Whatever did he do to make me feel like I'm under a trance?