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Beneath thy Wings	By : gothkoneko Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beneath thy Wings

Chapter four

Bile rose like liquid fire up Kaijin’s throat, spewing the vile liquid upon the sun baked earth. He was hung over to say the least. His heart pounded heavily in his ears making his already throbbing temples hurt more and his eyes reeled away from the sunlight, stinging as the rays hit his eyes. This was going to be a long day. Kaijin thought bitterly pushing himself away from the buildings wall, walking onto the main trading area of Orgrimmar.

Even with last night festivities the civilians were already out and about doing their daily routine. To Kaijin’s amusement he saw a few hung over gaurds patrolling the auction house, looking absolutely miserable among the loud bidders and traders. The sun was hot as usual, baking everything with its light and heat. Kaijin was feeling a little warm in his current attire as the leather stuck to him like second skin from sweating.

Though it seemed like a normal everyday life in Orgrimmar there was also a buzz of rumors in the air, filled with worry, contempt and even awe. He only heard a few whispers here and there however, from what he had gathered there was a gruesome attack on an Alliance outpost in Ashenvale. The other details were vague and non coherent. Whatever the reason, it was a Horde attack which in case breeched the current treaty the Alliance and Horde have or had seems like the better wording.

It just seemed like a pity that this had to happen so soon after many of their warriors had returned back home to only come back to more conflict. But that was the way of their world as Kaijin slowly learned as he lived here. There was no real thing such as peace, just moments of cease fires and brief breathers. Mostly everyone was on their toes for any potential attack, even the good traders and regular civilians.

Kaijin made it to Grommash Hold. He admired the stone fortress before him, the Horde banner lightly flapping in the faint breeze and the ever burning braziers cracking and dancing. He walked into the “waiting” room, as he called it and saw that the Kor’kron were standing ever devotedly in front of the entrance of Thrall’s throne room. However, they seemed as if they were not letting anyone through. This peaked Kaijin’s curiosity as he walked to the side of the waiting room, leaning against the wall he could hear Thrall’s rumbling voice.

“This requires a full investigation.” Thrall ordered in common. “We will honor the treaty however; I shall not hand over those responsible to the Alliance. That act itself would be a betrayal to my people.”

“Is there anything else you would like to say to my lord?” The person asked in common, no doubtfully a courier from Stormwind.

“Tell Varian that I apologize for this act of barbarity and hope that this does not compromise the treaty.” Thrall added his voice full of sincerity.

“I shall send your reply swiftly my lord.” Kaijin heard some shuffling assumed the courier was bowing. “By your leave, I shall be off.”

A moment later the human was whisking by, his features concealed by his hood as he hurried off to relay Thrall’s message. Kaijin’s ears perked slightly as he heard Thrall move around in the Throne room.

“I need some time to think.” He suddenly announced. “Alone.” That was directed to the ever present Kor’kron bodyguards.

Thrall stepped out of the Throne room, glancing to Kaijin as he walked by. His eyes were telling Kaijin to follow him out. Just as the War chief walked out of Grommash Hold, Kaijin leisurely strolled out following the War chief to a secluded area.

“You heard of the rumors?” Thrall suddenly asked, stopping just short of the small pond.

The human walked up beside Thrall, scratching the back of his head lightly. “Yeah, sounds a bit rough.” He answered. “Will this threaten the treaty any?”

Thrall sighed low. “It could. But how can I condone such an act of desperation out of my people.” He gazed up to the sky. “I do not want to promote this savage nature though however, our supplies run low and our tensions high.”

Kaijin frowned. It was true their supplies were indeed running low and the nearest resource was Ashenvale however, the Night elves would not come to an agreement to share the land because of their destructive ways. There was no middle ground on anything; it was either do or die.

“Well I just hope Varian doesn’t throw a fit, because by the earth mother, we really don’t need that.” It was a real poor attempt at humor but Thrall let out a loud, gruff laugh.

“That we do not.” Thrall turned to Kaijin and regarded the human. “It has been quite a while since we had a decent conversation.”

Kaijin likewise turned to Thrall giving him a grin. “Indeed it has.” Before he knew it Thrall had clasped him on the arm and pulled him into a hearty hug. “Now what would people think if they saw the mighty Thrall hugging a meager human?” He teased in good nature.

“That I finally gone senile.” The great orc replied with humor.

Kaijin smiled slightly as they departed from the hug however another pressing matter had to be addressed. “I had another vision.” He bluntly said suddenly.

Thrall became more sober, regarding the human with upmost attention. “And what was it about?” The War chief asked curiously.

Kaijin really did not want to remember those horrific moments but swallowed down that rising fear as he recalled the vision. By the time he was done explaining, Thrall had a very somber expression. “I don’t know if it will come to pass.” Kaijin said. “But I fear something is coming, something beyond our control.”

Thrall nodded, clasping his hand on Kaijin’s shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “I know these visions are never easy to confront,” he said sullenly. “I appreciate that you trust in me enough to confide in me with them though.”

“Well you and Vol’jin are practically family to me.” Kaijin smiled, resting his hand on Thrall’s. “It’s only natural that a child confides with his ‘parent’.” He added cheekily.

The orc chuckled. “And I am very proud to have you as ‘son’, even though it may not be blood.”

Kaijin’s face flushed at Thrall’s praise. “That honors me greatly Thrall.” He bowed his head slightly as sign of thanks.

Their time was short for the Kor’kron had found them and was urging the War chief back to the Throne room to attending other urgent matters. With a bow of their heads, Thrall and Kaijin parted ways for that day. However, Kaijin’s thoughts were a little gray from recalling his vision, his stomach twisted in knots remembering the Dragon … Why did it feel familiar?

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            A sharp pain fluttered across Kaijin’s cheek as the blade grazed past his head. A fine line of blood slowly started to trickle down his skin and seep into his mask. His dagger parried off his assailants blade, metal was singing through the air as the two Rogues’s dueled each other. Their movements were precise and coordinated like dancers, light on their feet and quick to react. Kaijin leap to the side to dodge the aggressive slice to his abdomen, grabbing the assailants arm and wrist, he wretched the Rogues arm back causing the dagger to clatter to the arena floor.

            “I yield!” The Blood elf rogue cried in defeat.

            Slightly disappointed with such an easy victory, Kaijin reluctantly released the Blood elf from his grip. He watched the other Rogue rub his sore wrist and retrieve his weapon. Not once did he look in Kaijin’s direction, his eyes reflecting bitterness in losing and by experience it was because he was human.

            Kaijin pulled off this hood, his black hair in disarray and matted with sweat. He wiped the sweat from his lower lip with the back of his hand as he sat down on the many rowed seats surrounding the arena. It brought back a lot of memories when he was training as a Rogue. He got his ass handed to him repeatedly however; he was a quick learner as his teacher put it. His said that his determination to be useful and someone was an overpowering factor in his learning curve.

            His ears perked as he heard heavy footsteps from behind him, not looking back the person behind him spoke, instantly giving away who he was. “Well,” Garrosh said, “At least you are not a complete waste of life after all.”

            Kaijin turned around giving Garrosh one of his dashing grins. “Why Garrosh I never knew you could make compliments.” He jested.

            Garrosh didn’t find it amusing. “But if I was the War chief you wouldn’t be here.” He stepped down the stairs, walking past the human and stopping to look out on the arena. “No, I’d put you in your proper place like the pink skin you are.”

            Kaijin’s stomach was turning. This orc was just impossible to please in any sense of the way, even as fellow warriors he still regarded him lower then dirt. It was … annoying. He didn’t rise to Garrosh’s bantering, well not really. “I have a feeling you would put everyone in their proper place other then the Orcs of course.” He fingered his dagger, gazing at the reflecting surface.

            The brown skin orc was now infront of him, glaring down at him. “The Horde would be nothing without us Orcs.” He declared confidently. “The others are just merely additions to be used like pawns.”

            The human sat back, leaning on the back row of seats to regard Garrosh. “That’s a pretty piss poor way of thinking Garrosh.” He said coldly. “The Horde works like a unit Garrosh. We all contribute our own skills and trades to benefit the Horde. You of all people should realize this.”

            Garrosh braced himself against the row of seats, his arms on either side of Kaijin. “You speak as if you know the Horde little human, but in actuality you know nothing.” He said his voice low and dangerous. “Just because you were taken in as a whelp doesn’t give you the right or a place within the Horde.”

            “The same could be said about you Garrosh Hellscream.” Kaijin bit the bait. “Just because you are an Orc and the son of Grom Hellscream, does this mean you are entitled to be part of the Horde?”

            A loud crack of wood splintering echoed in the arena as Garrosh’s hands gripped the wooden row harshly. “I think you are misunderstanding the meaning of the Horde pink skin.” He growled.

            Kaijin leaned forward staring Garrosh right in his eyes. “No Garrosh,” He said in a very controlled voice. “I think it is you who does not know the ‘new’ meaning of the Horde.”

            A large, hard, calloused hand gripped his throat like a vice. It was a move that he could have easily avoided however, the human wanted to know just how far Garrosh would go for his dagger was aimed behind Garrosh’s neck. If Garrosh even realized if he was indeed in danger he didn’t give notice. He laughed hoarsely through his constricted airway. “Really Garrosh, is violence all you know?” His voice wheezed from the increasing pressure.

            Garrosh moved his head forward, his lips brushing against the human’s ear. “Oh no little one,” he said. “I know other ways to make people break.”

            Kaijin couldn’t help but shiver mentally as Garrosh whispered in his ear. It was indeed a very deep threat the Mag’har Orc was promising. There was a rush of fear but also the sweet rush of adrenaline that he had grown so use to on the battlefield.

            A few gladiators came into the arena making Garrosh relinquish his hold on the human, standing up straight and glaring. Kaijin rubbed his neck, feeling the tender flesh possibly already bruising from his brute ministrations. Taking this as his queue to leave he stood up and re-sheathed his dagger. He slid out of the row effortlessly, giving Garrosh a small, mocking bow. “Perhaps another time Warlord, we won’t be interrupted.”

            Without another glance back Kaijin exited the arena, still feeling Garrosh’s eyes upon him. It was a very unnerving feeling to him since he was supposed to be un-seeable however, Garrosh made him feel naked before him. That Orcs eyes could very much pierce his very soul and being. Thrall made him feel the same way at times but it was because of his wisdom and guidance. Garrosh was just pure primal energy.

            Familiar voices snapped Kaijin out of his musings as he neared the Valley of Honor back exit. He didn’t realize how far he had carelessly walked. He noticed two Orcs on silver colored riding wolves crossing the small bridge into the Barrens. He recognized the voices immediately – Thrall and Eitrigg – and they were incognito. Fighting against his curious nature – which he lost -- he took to the shadows like a ‘good’ Rogue and followed them.

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            The rich, earthy smell of Dustswallow Marsh flooded Kaijin’s nose. He could still see Thrall and Eitrigg in the distance as he sat perched on the tree branch, scouting a head of the two traveling Orcs. He predicted they were heading to the stony shores off of Theramore, a completely secluded little area.

            He leaped down from the tree silently and took off back into the shadows.

*****

            “I understand Thrall,” a human woman sighed. “But I am still disappointed in all the same.” She admitted.

            “I am disappointed too Jaina.” Thrall said softly gazing out at the ocean. “However with circumstances being this is the best I can do. I can’t apologize for that.”

            The blonde human was nodding though her eyes were sad. “Let us pray this won’t raise further conflict.”

            Eitrigg was standing guard just far enough to give the two some privacy. He wasn’t prepared for the delicate tap on his shoulder though nor the face of a human. “By the ancestors!” He cried, swinging his axe at the human. “Foul rogue!”

            Thrall and Jaina turned around in surprise at the elder Orcs cry and saw him fighting a rogue. “Eitrigg stop!” Thrall ordered rushing up to his friend. “It’s only Kaijin.”

            Kaijin took off his hood, holding his hands up in surrender. “Hey.” Was the only word he could muster as three sets of eyes were glaring at him.

            “You have a death wish you whelp?!” He heard Eitrigg yell.

            “Enough,” Thrall said firmly. “What are you doing here?” He asked Kaijin.

            Lowering his arms down Kaijin replied. “I was curious as to why the War chief was sneaking off so late in the day.” Thrall didn’t look non-pleased. “And this is none of my business so I think I shall leave.”

            He was half turned before Thrall caught him by the ear dragging him back. “You are right this is none of your business.” Thrall growled. “Now, though, it is your business since you are here.”      He let go of Kaijin’s ear returning to the blonde human. “This is Lady Jaina Proudmoore.” He introduced her with a smile. “Jaina this is Kaijin.”

            Kaijin bowed his head. “My lady.” He acknowledged.

            A smile appeared on Jaina lips. “So this is the mysterious human boy I heard so much about.” Her voice was soft and light as she spoke. “Thrall has told me much about you Kaijin.”

            His face flushed slightly. “And he likewise with you Lady Proudmoore.” He gently grasped her hand and lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently. “It is truly an honor to meet you.”

            She smiled at him. “Please call me Jaina Kaijin.” She requested.

            He nodded, grinning handsomely at her. “Of course Jaina.”

            She had turned to Thrall with an apologetic look in her eyes. “I’m sorry we do not have more time to talk.” Regret laced her soft voice. “Hopefully we can speak when circumstances aren’t so dire.”

            “Yes that would be indeed wonderful.” Thrall smiled, helping her back on her little boat that she had come on.

            She curtseyed to the three men. “I wish we can speak more too as well Kaijin.” She nodded to Eitrigg, smiling. “May the light protect you.” Her voice faded into the mist as her boat glided out back to sea.

            Just as her figure disappeared did Thrall readdressed Kaijin, “I think punishment is in order for your insubordination?”

            The human gulped.

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