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Title: Ice Blue Eyes

Author: illuminetto

Disclaimer: The Guilty Gear Series is
the rightful property of Arksys. This story is the rightful property
of myself.

..........

He wasn't sure why, but he had this
feeling. Something was going to happen tonight. There was something
here. Or rather someone. That someone was tailing him, being just
elusive enough to escape most of his senses. He kept walking with the
same steady rhythm, heavy red boots connecting with cracked pavement.
His nose twitched.

'It'll rain soon.' He lifted his
head up to peer at blackening clouds that began to fill the sky. 'Is
that when you'll make a move?' he pondered. A sound caught his
attention and he stopped. Heterochromatic eyes, the right one crimson
and the left one gold, focused on where the sound emanated. Just a
fragment of a decaying building had fallen to the ground, probably
having been caught in the wind. It had been a war-zone quite some
time ago after all, and everything was in ruin. His visitor was still
behind him, somewhere in the darkness of night. He shrugged.

'Whatever.' He continued forward, as he
still had a good three miles before his patrol was over. The rain
came down softly at first, but with the roar of thunder following,
the clouds seem to decide to let out all the water they gathered. His
hair was soaked, his cape was soaked, his coat was soaked, yet he
paid these discomforts no heed and spat out the half spent cigarette
butt that was too damp to remain lit. He felt it. His visitor was
finally making a move, quickly going to his back. He would have
suffered a fatal blow to the head, but he already expected such an
attack, hefting his massive cleaver shaped blade to his unprotected
area being targeted. He expertly deflected the blow away, turning
swiftly to intercept his opponent.

'Who the fuck are you?' He drawled out,
muscled arm bringing his sword to his side. His visitor was garbed in
a drab brown cloak, hiding the rest of his or her features from view.
He only had time to note that person probably only came up to his
chest in height before the very person took off at high speeds
towards the nearest abandoned building.

'Shit.' He muttered as he gave chase,
boots making a commotion on the sidewalk compared to the other more
fleet footed person he was after. He readjusted the red slab of metal
that mounted his forehead. He had reached the building a few seconds
later and came to a halt. He was surrounded by darkness now. The
stench of moss and dust filled his nose.

'Get out here, asshole.' He said
calmly, allowing the echo to carry his voice further. The entrance
soon caved in, preventing his escape. The tall skyscraper was
starting to collapse over his head. He snarled in annoyance.

'Just my luck...' Soon he was
buried alive in the rubble. The Assassin stared at her handiwork from
the remains of another skyscraper. She jumped back down to ground
level to more closely inspect the scene.

'He could not have survived that.' She
said to herself. 'This mission is complete.' She began turning around
to leave the scene. She had taken no more than a couple of steps
before hearing the commotion under the scrap. The man's arm surfaced,
glass and metal impaled along it's length as it cut through the black
fabric of his undershirt. He slowly pulled himself free, his uniform
a tattered mess, blood leaking from the prominent wound at his right
shoulder where a rusted metal pipe impaled cleanly through. He
stepped towards her wobbly, a long shard of glass going through his
upper thigh. To say the Assassin was shocked would be an
understatement.

'You live?!' She said, jaw going slack
in her awe. She almost didn't evade his sword as it came at her. Her
cloak was not so lucky and it fell uselessly to the ground.

'A woman?' He muttered. It was rare in
this day and age for women to be fighters. Not that he was
complaining. It had been some time since he last saw a woman quite as
beautiful as this one after all. The blue dress she wore over the
white one-piece was quite form fitting, allowing him little
imagination of her tantalizing curves. He grabbed at the offending
objects lodged into his body, removing them with a grunt of
satisfaction as they fell to the soaked ground. His grip tightened
around the leather bound handle of his simplistic weapon. She must
have been powerful if she was able to make that skyscraper cave in on
him like that, most likely a high ranking member of the Assassin's
Guild, he surmised. The woman had quickly regained her composure.

'It seems I must take the direct
approach. Prepare yourself.' She was rather polite for an Assassin,
even a female one. Her honey blond hair extended in length, only
furthering his belief in her association with the Guild. The higher
ranks usually had bizarre powers granted to them by practicing
forbidden rites and spells. She wasted no time in rushing him, but he
was ready. Her hair proved quite a useful asset, forming into a spear
head that she drove towards his injured shoulder. He sidestepped the
strike effortlessly, swinging out lazily with his sword arm. She
nimbly swerved out of it's range, hair separating to form two
scissor-like blades to try and clip his head off. He recovered faster
than she thought, sword already in front to protect his neck.

Their fight continued on for a good
while. Longer than the Assassin liked or expected. The Knight made
use of his fire magic to scorch the surroundings black with his
blade, the rain tried to exhaust the flames into submission, but the
task took quite some time. His blood loss was starting to catch up
with him though, and his movements were becoming hampered and
sluggish. He spun to evade her whip like hair, flames surrounding his
sword. He drove the weapon deep into the ground, causing an explosion
of cement and gravel which she barely got away from. She saw his
mistake. He overstepped, digging the blade too deep to get it out on
time. Taking the opportunity that presented itself, she jumped on
him, feet planted firmly on his shoulders as hands grasp the damp
course fabric of his mantle. Her hair whizzed underneath her body,
going beneath her legs, aiming for his throat. His other hand grasped
around it, cutting into his palm. But his strength was already
failing him. Her hair went straight through to the back of his neck.

'Urggg...' His voice trickled to a
throaty grunt as blood ran down his lips. He fell heavily on his
back, just staring back up at her. His eyes glazed over before
closing, head shifting to the side. The woman on top let out a sigh,
maintaining her breathing back to normal.

'Mission complete...' She breathed.
This was the first time a target pushed her this hard in a fight, and
her victim had been seriously injured to boot prior to the battle.
She wasn't sure what she felt at the moment, but it wasn't the usual
detachment for her target like it should have been. Perhaps it was
exhilaration. She never felt any sort of achievement after a killing.
After the detachment phase, regret usually followed deep within the
recesses of her mind. She hated the Assassin's life. She hated
staying bound in the shadows. But she hadn't given up on life so much
as to contemplate suicide. That would be the last resort. She got off
the lifeless body. She wasn't sure why she was dwelling on her life
when it wasn't the time to do so. She had to leave. She hadn't gotten
very far when a blow to the side of her head sent her crashing into
unconsciousness.

..........

When she came to, she was in an
unfamiliar room on an unfamiliar bed. The scent of tobacco and ash
was thick here. She tried to move, but her limbs were bound to the
bed posts. Her hair was not responding to her commands either. Only a
dim overhead lamp flickered with light, allowing only a small portion
of the room visible. She notice she was only wearing her bra,
panties, and a leather choker. It was a device that kept her powers
sealed.

'Awake?' She heard the familiar lazy
drawl, yet could not believe it until he stood partially in front of
the light.

'How? You were most certainly dead!'
Her words went ignored. He stepped further into the light, walking
casually to grab a worn chair from the corner and pulling it up
besides the bed. He sat down, eyes gliding from her toes up across
her long shapely legs, her hips, her large breasts, and finally met
her gaze. His gaze was neutral, but there was the slight gleam of
excitement in them as well. She noticed he was only wearing his metal
protector and a pair of white jeans. Some bandages dressed the larger
wounds he had gotten that night, but not many, not as many as
expected. Her eyes went considerably wider at the condition of his
body. Scars, some of the largest she had ever seen on a human body,
ran the length of his torso. This man should have died several times
earlier, some of his wounds going all the way through to his back,
yet he stood before her now. As an Assassin, she knew where the most
vulnerable parts on the human body were and he looked to have
survived just about all of them.

'Woman, I want to know who hired you
for this.' He looked dead into her icy blue eyes. 'It's obvious your
from the Assassin's Guild. Your most likely a high ranked Assassin
too, since you pack so much power in that small body of your's.' He
claimed.

'I don't know.' She said calmly, gaze
not leaving his own. This was true, as she seldom ever got to meet or
even see the clients who hired the Guild for it's service. Her
Superior would simply decide the best candidate(s) for the assignment
and have him or her(them) carry it out. She just happened to be the
one picked for this job.

'I don't believe you. Who is it?' He
asked again, a bit more authority in his tone. 'Or...' He placed a
calloused hand in between her legs, rubbing at her smooth inner thigh
softly. '...do I get personal?' He asked. There was a hint of
challenge in his voice. She wasn't sure if he was bluffing or not, as
he hid his emotions as well as she did. She had been raped before by
her superior a few times, so there was no reason for her to be afraid
of the Knight here now. She had taken the pain before, and she could
do it again. But she wasn't used to being told of possible intentions
before the act actually occurred. His words were baffling her.

'Go ahead, but don't expect me to
talk.' She said calmly, calling his bluff. Even if he didn't give up,
he wouldn't get any satisfaction of knowing who her superior or the
client were, his main goals. A smirk graced his lips. His hand
traveled all the way up to her panties. Her breath hitched as he
slowly started to rub at her nether lips through the thin material.
She wasn't used to being touched down there first, yet it actually
felt good. She had to bite down on her bottom lip as she heard
herself moaning at his touch. Her cheeks were flushed with
embarrassment. His other hand busied itself with her right breast,
messaging the mound of flesh with his palm through her bra before
switching to play with the other. He hooked his thumb over her
panties sliding them down her legs.

'Heh...you're a natural blond.' He
commented. He brought his mouth down to where her nether lips were,
parting the folds with his fingers. His long tongue flicked at her
now visible clit, causing her to yell out at the sensations that now
jolted across her body. His other hand gripped at her bra, ripping
them from her breasts. He kept lavishing her clit with his tongue,
bringing both hands to her breasts to kneed them at the same time. A
great pressure felt like it was building at the core of her pussy,
feeling as if it would burst soon. His tongue kept at it's work,
sporting a grin on his face as he felt her keep bucking her hips
against his open mouth. She was close to her limit, he was sure.

She moaned loudly one final time, a
surge of her juices flowing free for him to lap at. Her clit was now
hyper sensitive so he stopped licking at it, content on lapping at
her flowing juices instead. She was panting, but started inhaling and
exhaling deeper trying to get her breathing back under control once
her pleasure started to die down. She hadn't even noticed she had
been unbound until he grabbed her and flipped her on her stomach. His
hands grabbed her hips, forcing her ass in the air. His large
erection tapped against her inner thighs, before he guided it to her
still moist nether lips. He pushed his hips forward, letting his dick
part her folds and be encompassed by her slick heat. She took a large
intake of air at the feeling. He began thrusting into her at a steady
pace, yet there was no pain involved as her previous experiences made
her feel. He began to build up his pace, her buttocks tapping against
his waist as his balls slapped against the back of her thighs. She
heard herself begin to moan deeply again, and bit down on the blanket
in an attempt to drown out the noises she was making. He found it
rather amusing.

He changed positions, removing his
hands from her hips to lock behind her knees as he lifted her up and
leaned back. She gasped in surprise at the sudden change, releasing
the blanket from her teeth as her back made contact with his chest.
He now thrust up into her, causing her pussy to make squishy noises
with each pump in and out.

'Why so shy? My room is sound proof. No
one will hear you anyway.' He whispered in her ear, seeing as she was
biting down on her index finger to muffle the noise. He grasped her
forearm, pulling her finger free from her mouth. He dragged his
tongue along the side of her beautiful face, licking at the underside
of her chin and flicking across her delicate neck. She was starting
to buck quickly back into him as he did her. She had let the pleasure
take over her. He decided to change positions again, removing himself
quickly from her without warning. She gave a small wimper of
dissatisfaction at the sudden loss of heat. She was turned around
quickly to face him, and he entered her again with ease. She was the
one fucking him now, thrusting herself down on him again and again,
shyness abandoned. Her inner walls started to clamp down on him and
she moaned louder.

'She's close.' he decided this
was the best time for an interrogation. Rather than allow her to do
what she wanted, his hands cupped her ass cheeks and firmly held her
steady. She groaned out her frustration but he paid it no mind.

'Tell me what I want to know.' He spoke
softly in her ear, tongue darting about the outer rim teasingly. 'Or
I won't let you finish.' He began pulling her off of him.

'I already told you that I don't know.
I wasn't the one who he met with personally.' She said honestly,
trying to gain some composure. He allowed her a few quick thrusts
before stopping again.

'If you don't know, then the one who
gave the order does. Who?' He stroked one of her ass cheeks, middle
finger circling at her back entrance. She gave a slight gasp as he
inserted his finger inside, swirling it about.

'Dirty...' she grunted out. 'Stop...I
feel strange...' Truth be told, the sensation was unfamiliar yet not
unwelcome, bringing it's own pleasure. He added another finger upon
feeling her anal ring expand. She was getting caught up in all this
pleasure, losing control. Her inner walls tightened around his shaft
further, she was so close again.

'Who?' he hissed in her ear. Her
defense was crumbling. She wanted to come so badly, she couldn't
resist the lull of his voice.

'...Zato...' she breathed into his ear,
and he did not prolong her release any further. She screamed the rest
of her release in his ear, passing out from so many new and strange
sensations assaulting her nerves all at once.

'...she could have made me come too
instead of passing out. Keh...what a drag.' He sighed. He now knew
who it was she worked under, though. Someone he already knew of,
though never met personally. She happened to be powerful enough to be
directly under the very leader of the entire Guild. He disengaged
from her, placing her on the bed. He closed her long legs together,
shoving his manhood between her thighs as he jacked off and readied
himself for release. It took some time due to his stamina, but he
finally felt the familiar tugging deep within his balls. he kept
himself stroking between her legs, finally firing his load on her.
The white shower first landed on her neck just shy of her chin, the
second spattered across her tits, and the last on her stomach. He
left her lying in his bed, as he went to a small desk in the back of
the room, grabbing a small piece of metal. He pushed at a small
button on it's side. It emitted a beeping sound before a voice came
from it.

'Ah, Millia, it's you. Have you
completed the mission?' a man asked on the other end.

'Zato-One, head honcho of the Guild.
Are you him?' was the reply back.

'A man? Who is this?' the man asked.
'You... are you the target? Sol Badguy?'

'Are you Zato-One or not?' He said,
placing a cigarette to his lips. There was a long pause.

'...this is Zato-One.' the man finally
confirmed.

'Then listen. Meet me in the abandoned
train station eight miles south-east of the Holy Order's HQ if you
want to see your subordinate still breathing. You have three hours.'
He crushed the little device under his palm.

..........

'Zato-One.' Sol spoke gruffly as the
leader of the Assassin's Guild appeared before him.

'Badguy. Hand her over and there won't
be any complication.' The blind man said in all seriousness.

'I want you to answer a question before
you get her.' The Knight said, lighting a cigarette.

'This was not a term you gave me.' Zato
stated, becoming impatient. Sol could care less.

'Deal with it. All I want to know is
the name and location of the one who payed for the hit on me.' He
said. The blind man snickered at this.

'Is that all? You should know the lad
well, considering he's a member of the Holy Order. I believe he's
Second-in-Command under Sir Kiske's forces.' He told the Knight.

'Second-in-Command, eh? What a bother
humans can be sometimes. But it'll be easy getting back at him since
he's part of the Order.' He walked away from the unconscious woman
who lay on the ground.

'Hold it, Badguy. Seeing as I've given
you an answer, you should be able to give me one in return.' Zato
said, hearing the Knight stop. 'Millia is my best and brightest. You
should not have been able to get my name from her lips so easily.
What method of interrogation did you use on her?' He questioned. Sol
shrugged.

'Your Assassins are very sheltered to
anything that doesn't involve pain or death. Fucking her and giving
her pleasure seemed the best alternative, so I did that. Best fuck
I've had in awhile, but you probably already knew that, didn't you?'

...Fin...
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