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drabble based on cue "you are adorable when you are angry"
Category: Stories
His own scream echoed inside his ears when he pulled himself up with the last bit of strength he had left – in fact he was not even sure it was strength but simple, pure anger which made him climb the last few meters of the crumbling wall.
One final major effort and the young demon hunter tumbled over the edge in order to simply fall over right where he only just had managed to leave the sinkhole; panting heavily, pretty sure that someone had cut off the oxygen content of the air.
His whole body ached as if having been overrun by a battering ram… - well, the furious roaring which ascended from way down of what looked like a pretty bottomless black-hole right in the soft green of the Mongolian grassland reminded him that in a way his latest encounter came relatively close to a run in with an enormous battering ram – a tower high, spitting mad battering ram with scales and huge teeth, stinking breath and claws long like daggers.
For several minutes he lay just there, concentrating to not suffer a belated heart-attack, to calm his breathing, unable to move, waiting for the looming unconsciousness to move on… - yet his still burning anger was not directed towards the oversize scaled monstrosity down there guarding what the lovely Miss Shirley Yang had described “a walk in the park”.
A damned death trap, that would have been the appropriate description – especially when your supposed to be ex-partner obviously wanted to make sure your separation was of a very, very permanent nature.
Had he not sworn to himself to never ever again fall for that sweet-talk of hers… - but no, as always she called and he ran… - eventually for his life… again!
So, certainly a good portion of this still burning anger was directed towards his own inability to simply tell her to find herself another idiot to join her on her breakneck ventures.
About an hour later he had managed to make his way back to their base-camp – still not less furious though. And there she was, sitting next to a nice, cozy campfire, probably a sipping a cup of tea, greeting him with the sweetest greeting as if this was nothing but pleasant field trip to pick flowers not wrestle a monstrous guard spirit.
The moment her factitiously innocently purred “Nǐ hǎo qīn'ài de nǐ zěnme yàng (Hello darling, how are you?!) reached him his tired shuffling turned into angry trudging.
“Shirley Yang!! - Gaisí de (Damn it)! - You left me to die in there!” - suddenly every bit of exhaustion was blown away while he stormed right into the little camp.
She did not even bother to get up, instead an utterly amused chuckle came in return.
“Hou Xin – what are you complaining about? You look and sound pretty much alive. - However, it took you a while. A bit out of form, are we?” - was she really audacious enough to dare mocking him!? - After all he went through for her?!
“Out of form?!?… that … Thing was huge.. and fast and strong… and…” -
“Oh come on, don´t be such a baby and stop complaining… You are all in one piece – admittedly one adorable piece, aren´t you?” Another chuckle, and he was pretty sure she was shamelessly looking him over right now – not really a reaction helpful to calm him down.
“One piece?… that monster took quite a good piece off my good-luck-zhiduo (trad.robe)….” Hou Xin growled a deep frown plastered across face.
“See, good-luck-zhiduo… worked, didn´t it? - Without you wearing it it would have taken that piece off you… - what, by the way, would have been a real shame if you ask me”
Another of those deeply self-satisfied and amused chuckles followed which by now left him with nothing more than an angry huff as response while he poked around a rather impressive gap his Zhido was sporting. Then something dawned on him.
“Talking about pieces… - did you get it?”
“What do you think? - Of course I did”, his female companion gave back in a tone which almost made him hear her grin .Then fabric rustled, which was her pulling a small satchel from her own, still pretty intact and clean looking robe.
With a triumphant smile on her face she dangled it in the air in front of his face, aware that the gesture itself was lost on him, she made its content clink slightly, “The seventh piece of the Jade sigil of Emperor Ruizong of Tang”
“You remember, 60/40 for me, right?” - Hou Xin muttered crossing his arms in front of his chest, calmer now but trying to keep up an intimating attitude.
Not that this had ever worked with this woman before though.
“What? – 50/50” -
“Jué bú (no way!) it was my life on the line.. again!” -
“It was not. Not if you are the great demon fighter and Qi-Warrior you claim to be”, she shot back absolutely unimpressed by his deepening frown. “I got the plans, the maps and cover most of the costs… your costs, too… so 50/50 max… - in fact...”
“Hao ba… hao ba.. (alright, … alright..) 50/50… - but the next time you are the bait!” - Did he just say “next time”?!
“Ah, we´ll decide on that when the time is due… - want some tea?”, came the chuckled reply while the little satin-satchel vanished back inside her pocket.
- Did he just say “next time”? - Mentally Hou Xin hit himself on the head, hard, with a big and heavy club…
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