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Title: Peach Colored Eye

Author: illuminetto

..........

In a secluded area of the wilderness
grave marker, the Knight stood up from slumbering on the hard surface
of a fallen rock. He growled. One of the servants was near his
location. It had been swift, and he felt her against his back with
her own. She lazily guided her pick across the strings of her guitar.

'Yo! It's been so lonely without your
presence around, big boy.' She said with a seductive tone, rubbing
herself against him. He gripped the hilt of the long sword in his
hand even tighter. With her quick reflexes, she hopped back to avoid
the hooked ends of the blade's widened tip as he spun around and
swung the long sword in a wide arc. An eruption of flames lashed out
from the rock he stood on when the blade scraped against the rough
surface, but she was well out of harm's way.

'He
won't get away! Where the fuck is he, bitch?!' He
bellowed out, teeth bared with great hostility at the woman. She lost
the innocent smile on her lips, gaining a dark sneer as she tipped
her red leather witch hat at him.

'Asshole, like I would tell you even if
I did know.' Her voice was deeper and more threatening now, her once
sea green eyes changing to blood red. He was not fazed by her in the
slightest.

'You wouldn't be a good slut of a
servant anyway if you didn't put up some resistance. I'll beat the
information out of that pretty mouth of your's, fucking bitch.' He
snarled at her, thumb moving across his neck in a slitting throat
gesture. The woman in red leather licked her lips.

'Corrupted Flame. We could have all had
a good fucking time if you were under his control, too bad
your against him. I'll grind that ancient body of your's into
the dirt until nothing but dust remains.' She countered back,
gripping the neck of her guitar tighter in anticipation. The sounds
of their battle rang loud and clear to disturb the once peaceful
night. A few miles away, a maimed woman dressed in a travel worn
white kimono stood up from her slumbering position against one of the
many rock formations in the area. She opened her one good eye to
survey the area.

'The ground shakes...' She muttered.
'...but it ain't no earthquake.' She caught sight of red light
flashing briefly somewhere across the darkened horizon of black sand
and stone. 'There.' She ran in the location of the burning light, in
hopes that maybe she might catch up to her friend's killer again
after tracking her as far as this area of the world. It took a while
to transverse to that area while on foot, but she was strong enough
to run amazing distances as it was. The tabi on her feet only made
soft noises against the sand. Once she reached the area, she saw
nothing but scorched earth and flames. She heard the battle cries of
the two opponents a bit further east. She ran in that direction,
recognizing the voices.

'Shit, those two demons are at it.
Why is he here, though? Maybe on patrol. Damn bitch would attack just
about anyone, even those just doing their job.' She thought as
she ran closer. She caught sight of them, and chose to remain hidden
for the time being. The knight stood over the woman in red leather
who was on her knees. Both sported many large bruises and cuts, the
woman in red leather having some burns across some areas of her arms
and legs.

'Heh, you've got
some flash. But don't think it's over. No, not by a long shot.' She
stood on her feet, her wounds starting to regenerate back to normal.
He scowled.

'Where's That
Man? If you want a quick
death, tell me. Or I'll get serious, and the true torture will
begin.' He stated, eyes narrowing. The maimed woman's hearing perked
up at this.

'Badguy...is
he referring to him?' The thoughts of That Man made
her burn with rage, and she was about ready to confront both of them
who she considered monsters. A portal opened up behind the woman in
red leather, and out stepped a cloaked figure and another man dressed
in black with several spikes going through his body.

'I-No, enough! You will need to be punished for disobeying me once
more.' The cloaked figure said as he raised his hand, encasing I-No
in a red crystal. Her pleas went unheard from the soundproof crystal
as it was tossed into the portal. The man in black stepped in front
of the cloaked figure, intercepting the Knight's blade with a spiked
forearm before it could reach it's target.

'There is no need for that.' He spoke as he aimed his hand at the
Knight's face, a barrier slamming against him and pushing him back.
Before the man in black could react, however, the maimed woman rushed
from her hiding place and had already hopped over him.

'YOU!!' She roared as she used her one good hand to draw a
katana from it's sheath that rested in her belt. That Man
already shielded himself with a barrier before sending her away with
unseen force. She collided with the Knight just as he stood up.

'Raven, let's go. Now is not the time for battle.' That Man
claimed, facing the portal.

'As you wish, master.' Raven said simply.

'Running away? You bastard, I'll end you!' Sol said, using
momentum to shove Raven aside, before thrusting his sword and That
Man's back. The barrier held.

'No need to be so barbaric, Frederick. We will meet again for when
the true threat comes.' That Man said softly so that only Sol
heard him before being propelled away. Raven struck the ground with
his fist, cleaving the ground out from under Knight and the
swordswoman. Sol was just quick enough to grab hold of her arm and
plant his sword into the side of the forming crevasse. Raven was
already near the edge. Sol glared at him. Raven kicked the blade off,
sending the two down into the massive hole.

'DAMMIT!!' Sol roared out, bringing the swordswoman close to him into
an embrace in an attempt to shield her from both falling rocks and
jagged sides of the hole.

..........

Sol broke through the water's surface, bringing the other person up
with him. His eyes adjusted to the darkness around him.

'Damn...that hurt.' He muttered, realizing the two of them fell into
an underground lake. He carried the unconscious woman in his arms as
he touched the rocky shore. He laid her gently down before focusing
magic into his blade, shedding red light in a small radius within the
darkness. He shoved the sword into the ground before tending to the
woman.

'If I hadn't
been so enraged by the sight of that bitch, I would have lead that
fight in a different area where the ground stayed solid. Oh well,
what's done is done.' He thought, putting his ear closer to her
mouth. He didn't feel or hear her breath against it, and knew CPR
would have to be done. It took only a few times before she was
coughing up water from her lungs and gasping for air.

'Monster...it's you...' She spoke through breaths, filling her lungs
again. Sol shrugged.

'Woman, I don't like seeing you either, but I did save your life.' He
said. 'I don't care for gratitude, but if you want to keep yourself
alive, we should cooperate with one another. This situation is pretty
heavy as is.' He grabbed his sword and stood up. He closed his eyes,
stretching his extraordinary senses to feel out for any circulation
of air. It would mean a possible escape. It had taken a few moments,
but he finally heard the flow of air. It was faint however, meaning
it could be quite distance. This wasn't a concern for himself since
he knew he could survive these cold conditions even with wet clothes,
but he wasn't so sure about her.

'Can you use your fire magic to dry our clothes?' She asked.

'I used up a decent amount of power to kick someone's ass. You
probably saw it, considering how you got past Raven and tried to
attack that asshole.' He stated. That wasn't entirely true. He
could do what she asked, but he wasn't sure what she had witnessed in
his fight with I-No. Meeting the woman in red leather in mostly
secluded areas usually got him so riled up and not hold back quite as
much power, he tended not to pay attention to what he burned up. He
hadn't expected Baiken to show up, though. She was a wanderer on the
hunt for his enemy as well, so it shouldn't have been a complete
surprise to run into her when on patrol since he was sent out on some
of the longest of any other Knights due to his strength. The
swordswoman already had her suspicions about him not being human
anyway, and he 'd rather not prove her right.

'I see. Well, even if you could, it would inevitably be better to
have light to see with and wet clothing than have dry clothing and
stumbling around in the dark. You can keep that light going from your
sword for awhile, right?' She hoped so, or else they would both be
stumbling in the dark with wet clothing.

'As long as it's kept to a minimum like this, I should be able to
keep it up for a few hours at best. Anyway, let's go and see how our
luck holds up.' He said simply, beginning to walk towards the
direction he could hear the wind. The two wandered about for a good
two miles through seemingly endless caverns with maze like twists and
turns. Baiken did not try and converse with him at all, as she had
kept her focus almost completely on ignoring the cold so her body
could keep moving without succumbing to it. He was rather impressed
by her resolve. She had the instincts to keep on living, so it was no
wonder she survived for so long in the world of violence even while
being crippled and no longer possessing a right arm or left eye. It
took a little while longer before the air current could be felt
against their skin. Baiken snapped out of her near trance like state.

'An air current?' She said it more to herself than him.

'I don't say it often, but you've impressed me again woman.' Sol
said. He was saying it genuinely, which was very rare for him. She
was taken aback by his words.

'Again?' She questioned as she started walking side by side with him,
looking at him. He kept facing forward with the same unreadable
expression he usually wore.

'Yeah. I don't think I've ever met someone with such a strong will to
live. Most people I've seen, especially with permanent handicaps like
your own, wallow in their despair of what they've lost.' He
explained. She felt flattered by his words, something she hadn't felt
in a very long time.

'If you say so. My revenge pushes me along. That's all.' She said
softly, not really good at receiving praise and thanking another
person.

'Revenge helps push a lot of things in motion.' He said, shrugging.
He decided it was best to not talk anymore since he felt
uncomfortable vibes from her. The silence reigned once more between
the two as they simply walked in the direction where the air current
flowed from. Being the first time between them actually traveling
together without her intent on trying to kill him, she decided to ask
him something that had been on her mind for awhile.

'Are you also pushed by revenge?' Her words made his shoulders
stiffen briefly before he relaxed again and assumed his casual
posture. She didn't miss it though.

'Yeah.' He spoke after a couple of seconds. He had a feeling he knew
what and who she was referring to.

'Wonder who will get to him first.' She said, refraining from
saying he was her prey. They were still stuck with one another
and it wouldn't do to get one another angry. All she wanted was an
answer to what she suspected but now could fully confirm by his
subtle behavior shift, which could not escape her keen eye even if
they were nearly enshrouded by darkness.

'Who knows?' He wasn't going to start anything and kept his cool. He
decided to ask something of his own.

'Why do you call me a monster? You've tried to exorcise me more than
once when our paths cross.' He said, turning his head to peer at her
from a side glance.

'Your aura. It felt strange to me when we first met, and it still
does. I though you were possessed. I've met many possessed beings
during my travels who have been attracted to peoples magic powers in
most cases. Those hand seals I used against you in the past were
suppose to cripple you temporarily while also driving evil spirits
out. Your aura never changed, though.' She paused briefly.' To this
day I can't figure it out.' She concluded.

'Aura? I've heard about that. Is that some kind of ki related skill?'
He asked, averting attention off himself. She nodded.

'Yeah. It was also how I tracked that guitar swinging bitch to the
grave marker until her aura all of a sudden disappeared. she probably
teleported somewhere close to you since you were both fighting when I
arrived. Me and her have things to settle since she killed Mito. I
was even thinking about interfering and stabbing her through the
heart before you got the chance but then you asked about him.'
She said, snorting in disgust at thinking about I-No and That Man.

'Mito? Anji Mito? He's dead?' That was news to him. She put her arm
into the folds of her kimono, pulling out something. It was one of
the components of the Outrage set. One of the fans Anji used, the
Zessen.

'I wanted to pierce her black heart with this.' She said, flicking
her wrist to open it and close it a couple of times before placing it
in her kimono again. 'Though my feelings were a bit conflicting at
first. Mito was going to become one of his servants to gain as
much knowledge about the events behind Japan's destruction and the
creations of the Gears. I'm not sure what he learned, but because he
even considered and became aligned with that bastard in the
first place, I wanted to kill him myself. But he hadn't been
overwhelmed by the charisma which cages most others, and ended up
betraying him instead and fleeing.' She sighed. 'When I saw
her kill him and say why, I ultimately decided to avenge him since it
was so close to my original goal already.' She concluded. Sol looked
up, thinking to himself for a bit.

'His charisma. It can enslave almost all so that they give
both mind and body to his cause. Those like you and me, who
hold him with great animosity due to revenge can see right
through it, or those with strong mental defense. Mito didn't possess
any of that...he should have succumbed, like that Eddie possessed pet
who wanted another host. But he ended up getting away? I wonder
how...?' He pondered out loud.

'That bitch said that he found a way out because he held onto his
love for me. I guess that could have been a strong enough motive,
but...I didn't love him the way he did me and usually pushed him away
anyway. I find it hard to believe he would still hold strong feeling
for someone like me.' She explained. He shrugged.

'Love is one crazy emotion. I don't try and understand it at all
anymore...' He muttered. The two noticed that the current picked up a
bit.

'We must be close...' Baiken and him rushed further along, finally
running into a hole. It looked just big enough to fit the two of them
if they went one at a time. He let her go first. It got particularly
narrow in some parts, but luckily didn't prove to be too troublesome.

'Finally...' He muttered. He soon recognized the area they were in,
as did she.

'There should a Japanese Colony a few miles south-east of this
forest. Since you saved my life, I'll repay you there.' She said.

'Doesn't really matter to me. It's in the job description already.
Some rest would be nice. The Order's HQ is further down along that
direction anyway.'

..........

It had been a several mile trek, and dawn was fast approaching by the
time the two made their way into the Colony.

'I got a house at the outskirts on the other side of the city. I'll
take you there.' She already started walking again through a back
street with him following close behind.

'You live in this specific Colony?' He asked out of curiosity.

'I bought houses in each one I've been to. They came real cheap since
they don't run on electricity, or any other hi-tech gadgetry or what
not. No one really wants to have anything to do with it, so I don't
worry about thieves.' She explained. Her life goal called for
constant travel, so she didn't spend much time in the homes she
bought except for shelter if she was in the neighborhood by some rare
occasion. The sun already peeked through the streets when they
arrived at the outskirts. The two room house was a bit nicer than he
expected. True to her words, it did not have any sort of magic
powered appliance and was fairly barren. She took off her tabi and
left them by the shoji screen sliding door and went into the another
room. He followed suit, removing his large heavy boots and leaving
them beside her footwear.

'Small,
simple, yet still comfortable...I haven't been in an environment like
this in a long time.' He pondered. She had closed the screen
behind her, so he assumed that was her room. He walked toward the
corner of the current room, beginning to strip the slightly damp
clothing off himself as the dank air of the cave and cool air of
night prevented it from drying quicker, even after several hours of
travel. His mantle, vest, coat end, and gloves were tossed on the
ground, and then followed by his large belt, sash, and pants. His
skin tight underclothing was harder to remove as the water had made
it cling to his body, but he was finally able to completely unzip and
wriggle it off himself. His pants were back on again as he went for
his back pocket to get a pack of cigarettes. He sighed in irritation,
noting the paper around them to have come undone and stick to one
another and tobacco in one huge mess. He threw the pack on his vest.

'Annoying...' He muttered as he loosened the leather straps a notch
of the metal covering his forehead, making his hair flow free. He
laid on his back, placing his hands behind his head. He was about to
fall asleep when he heard the screen to her room slide open. He sat
up as she came out, hair let down from it's usual high ponytail and
wearing a simple blue yukata. A faded red blanket was rolled up under
her arm. Upon seeing the many scars that lined his arms and torso,
her peach colored eye analyzed many of the former injuries.

'What's wrong?' He said, bringing her gaze to meet with his eyes of
crimson and gold. He already knew what she was going to say.

'No normal human I know could have received injuries like that and
live to tell about them. You...what are you?' Her gaze became more
intense, but he did not flinch away.

'Extremely lucky is all.' His words made her scowl in disbelief.

'You mean to tell that me a wound like the one near the center of
your chest, which should have shoved your heart out of your back,
could have been survive? I don't think so.' She retorted. He
shrugged.

'It hurt like hell, but yeah, I survived somehow. What other proof
could you need?' He wasn't liking where this conversation was
starting to head to, and realized it was probably better to have kept
a bit more clothing on after all. But he hadn't expected her to be up
and about so soon when she should be even more dead tired than him
since she was still only human. She kept impressing him more and
more.

'I'm not so sure if I can just believe your luck...whatever, I'm too
tired to care anymore.' She sighed out, tossing him the blanket
before retreating back to her room as a yawn escaped her lips. He
followed suit and yawned, placing the blanket over himself and
falling quickly asleep from his fatigue. For how long the two slept,
neither could be sure, but it was already night time again when he
awoke. His muscles were stiff from the deep slumber and his joints
cracked audibly with each movement of his body.

'Shit...did I sleep the day away? Possibly two?' he pondered out
loud. Her screen slid open and he saw her walk by, eye still showing
some fatigue. A couple jugs of sake were held in her hand.

'Want any sake?' She offered, holding one out to him by the rope
around the bottle neck.

'Sure.' He accepted, uncorking the wooden top and bringing the
Japanese rice wine to his lips. He usually preferred it warm, but
didn't mind.

'How long are you planning on staying?' She asked as she went to
light a large paper lantern, unsure if he was still suppose to be on
patrol technically.

'I was already on my way back until that bitch caused me to take a
major detour. Staying one more day probably won't make a difference
anyway. I've always been well known to hardly ever be back on time.'
He mentioned, taking another swig of the jug. She sat down beside
him. Both of them proceeded to drink in silence. He felt her eye on
him again.

'That scar your arm...it goes all the way through.' She analyzed the
biggest scar on his left arm.

'More luck on my part. I was able to kill a Gear in the war to end a
battle as it tore my arm off and there was a healer nearby. My limb
was able to be saved in time.' He told her. 'Seeing as we're on the
subject, how did you lose both your eye and arm?' He asked. It was
the first time they stayed with one another in one area without
hostile intentions. He had always been curious about them and
speculated but never asked her directly like this before. He was a
bit taken aback upon seeing her slide the right side of her yukata
down so that he could see what remained of the limb. Only a portion
of her upper arm remained along with her shoulder, and had several
small scars around the nub end.

'I lost both of them when I still a child. During a Gear raid on a
Colony I lived in. All I needed was that one moment to see him
in the center of the madness and roaring flames. I knew he was the
enemy. I almost died that day from blood loss but was found by an
evacuation crew' She explained. He had thought her situation to be
something like that. Now he knew for sure.

'Someone I
couldn't save...' The thought had come unexpected. '...unlike
Frederick with Kliff.' He wondered where these thoughts came from
until the information dawned on him. It had been some time since
Frederick just vanished into the abyss of the mind, leaving the Gear
as the dominant persona, passing human emotion and free will to it by
leaving all of his memories, emotions, and thoughts along with
crafting the control device strapped to the Gear's forehead. Masking
the blood red emblem. Many of Frederick's memories were suppressed
during the conversion, and the Gear could only remember when someone
or something triggered them.

Baiken had gasped out slightly when his arm went around her shoulder
and pressed her against his chest. She looked up to his face, noting
that his eyes were glazed over as he kept staring into the direction
of the lit lantern, though not actually seeing it as he seemed to be
in a trance. She wasn't really sure what to do. one side wanted to
pull away, but another side felt comforted by the embrace. Maybe it
was because she hadn't been so close to another person like this in a
very long time. The firm yet smooth texture of his skin and the
slightly rough and course texture of his scars felt rather nice
against her upper body. Her calloused hand started to gently slide
over those scars and firm muscles, watching in awe as they rippled
and flexed. He had snapped out of his trance at that moment, and soon
realized what he was doing. She wasn't pushing him away, though. He
was confused by that.

'What the
fuck was I doing?!' He hadn't even realized. He thought about
stopping her, but it felt so good to be against her body. He noticed
some rather long scars on her partially exposed back. The hand that
clasped her shoulder went to them, sliding the fabric down her
shoulder. Her muscles rippled under his touch, and he was surprised
at how soft her skin felt in contrast to her scars. She had to be the
most muscular woman he had ever met. It was a major turn-on for him,
he realized. Upon feeling his touch, she looked at his face again.

'Want me to stop?' He asked. He wasn't going to force her.

'No.' Was her answer, and she began placing soft kisses against his
chest, moving to his throat, then to his lips. Their mouths parted as
tongues met half way. She was rather surprised at how long his tongue
was, as he was able to wrap it around her own almost two times. while
his left hand was rubbing her back, his other hand busied itself by
grabbing one of her breasts. He was surprised now, so much so that he
had to stop kissing her and look. His hands were very large, but even
then, could barely hold onto her whole tit.

'Damn...their huge.' He mumbled out, marveling at how well endowed
she was. He hadn't met a girl with quite her size before, and was
prepared to savor the experience. He kneaded the soft yet firm flesh,
bringing the nipple to his mouth and using his tongue to lash around
it. She moaned her approval at his ministrations, and he brought his
other hand to grab hold of her other breast to lavish attention on it
as he had done to it's twin. He realized he could even please both
nipples easily at the same time with his tongue by bringing them
close enough together. It took a little bit, but just on breast
stimulation alone, he had gotten her to come. She groaned out her
pleasure and he could feel her yukata dampen along with his jeans
from her juices.

'I...I hadn't known they were that sensitive before.' She admitted
after calming down from her orgasm.

'No one wanted to stimulate them before?' He questioned in disbelief.
They were just to big and tempting to pass up with only a quick feel.

'The last time I had sex was when I was still a teen. We were both
young and inexperienced. We would just fuck without much thought to
foreplay.' She said. He scowled.

'Not much foreplay? It's the best way to get a woman wet and ready.'
He reasoned.

'So I've seen. I'm already wet.' She admitted. He decided to keep
leading as he laid her on her back, undoing the small obi that held
her garment together. She seemed a bit hesitant at first, but allowed
him to continue, as he undressed her. When she was fully naked, he
was once again amazed at how muscular and athletic she was. She bared
some small scars on the wrist of her only arm, as well as on the left
side of her waist just below the rib cage. She also had one that was
close to her right hip, large enough to go to the side of her lower
back. He looked down at her toned legs, baring some more scars near
the back of the knees and ankles. He had seen many woman, but none
had any scars that marred their skin. It made Baiken more appealing
to him, though. Those imperfections were beautiful to him, made her
feel more real to him.

He traced those scars with calloused fingers, making her breath
hitch. His hand glided down to her firm stomach muscles, feeling them
twitch in excitement at his touch. His hand went down further,
combing through the red pubes just above his goal. When he reached to
the apex of her thighs, she gasped sharply at the sensation. She was
already slick from her first orgasm, and he could slide his fingers
in and out quickly and easily, while his thumb rubbed over her clit.
He used his other hand to fondle one of her tits again, not being
able to get enough of their size and softness, and busied his mouth
with sucking on the other one. She held the back of his head, pushing
him closer to her breast, as she caught his ear in her teeth, moaning
sexily into it and spurring him on with a quicker pace. He eventually
got her to reach her climax again, nearly biting his ear off as she
tugged at it in the throngs of pleasure.

'Sorry about that.' She released his ear. He shrugged.

'It wouldn't be the first time a woman almost did what you did. Don't
worry about it.' He waved the apology off.

'It's your turn then.' She mentioned as she hooked her thumb at the
rim of his jeans. He stood up and undid them, letting them fall to
the floor. He sighed in relief of having his erection freed from the
restraints. She saw the many vicious scars all over his legs. It was
amazing at how many injuries he had gotten in the war yet never
slowed him down physically in any way. He sat back down, positioning
himself at her entrance. He fit it in slowly to allow her to adjust
to him, but it didn't take long as she was already well lubed. His
dick was soon completely inside her. He began pumping in and out of
her, supporting her hips with his arms. He sat her up in his lap soon
after, her legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grasped her
hips to lift her up then bring her back down on him over and over
again. Her breasts jiggled up and down against his chest with each
movement.

After a while, she took over, making him lay on his back as she rode
him herself. Her pussy made squishy noises as she went down on him
with increased speed and pressure. He made her lean forward so that
he could lick at her tits as they slapped against his face. He began
groping those tantalizing mounds of flesh when he felt her internal
muscles tightening around his shaft. She howled out her release as
she came again soon after, juices leaking against him before reaching
the floor underneath him. She breathed heavily as she leaned against
his body, hips jerking of their own volition, wanting to ride the
orgasm out as long as possible.

'Feel good?' He asked, though he was pretty sure of what her answer
would be.

'Yeah.' She whispered through tired but satisfied breaths.

'You sound tired. Guess I'll take over until I come.' He said
casually.

'Has anyone ever told you that you've got too much stamina?' She
muttered out. She was starting to feel sore at her nether lips.

'I can't end this night without getting a good tit fuck out you at
least. No sane guy would pass up that offer.' He spoke while turning
her over on her back as he extracted his dripping shaft from inside
her.

'Guess it wouldn't be fair to not let you come.' She sighed, allowing
him to do what he wanted. She was rather curious herself, truth be
told. He felt that he was well lubed already as he leaned over her
stomach, and began rubbing his stiff dick along the inner curve
between her two breasts, lubricating them as well. He squeezed her
tits against his erection and started to hump in between those soft
mounds, the head disappearing down her cleavage only to rise up again
and tap against her chin and wetting it with his pre-come. She began
to work on his shaft herself, wrapping her arm around her cleavage to
make it squeeze him even more and tipping her head up to lick at his
tip as it poked at her mouth. Her saliva added to lubricating herself
and him, making him move faster against her.

'That's it...almost there...' He breathed out, feeling hotter and
hotter as her breasts messaged around his dick with wonderful
pressure as the mounds conformed around the shaft. True to his words,
he came soon after, sending a blast of his come against her face and
forcing her to close her eye. The second and third shots covered her
lips and neck. He jerked the rest of his come out all over her tits
and not leaving a side of them uncovered by the hot white fluid, one
at a time until it just dripped out of the tip against her stomach.

..........

'Fewer and
fewer Gears are popping up to cause panic. He doesn't seem to
be making anymore, but it's only a matter of time...' He walked
closer and closer to the Order's HQ at a casual pace. Today was the
day he was to be promoted as captain and given his own squad. It was
actually suppose to be a few days earlier but his tardiness was
thought out this time. He would also be granted with the Fuuenken, a
short sword that was a component of the Outrage set and a perfect
weapon to amplify the powers of a master of fire magic. He sighed in
disgust, knowing deep down that the Order was not the best way to
lead him to That Man anymore. Baiken was a wanderer who had
the best chance at killing him because she had free reign over
her travel. He knew what had to be done.

He went to his room, avoiding all other Knights who were preparing to
go to his promotion ceremony. He ripped his Knight uniform off. He
put on the faded white jeans he first wore before becoming a member
of the Order. He put on a large black a-shirt to cover most of the
scars along his torso, tucking the end into his jeans. He put on his
faded red shoes that he had first walked into the Order with. He then
put on a red half-jacket to cover even more of his upper body and
hide more of his scars. He put on long fingerless gloves that almost
went to his elbow to cover up the scars on his arm before finally
placing battle gloves over them.

..........

Everyone was rather surprised when Sol entered, only a couple minutes
late, and wearing a long red cloak over the rest of his body. Even if
the cloak was wrinkled, it was just another thing most people came to
expect of him.

'Please kneel, Sol Badguy, and receive this treasure of the Order.'
Kliff was the one who led the ceremony. Sol did not do as told.

'I'll stand.' He said simply. Most Knights took offense, some of the
older ones remembering Sol to have done the same thing when first
knighted.

'Very well. Then take this weapon.' Kliff was already well used to
Sol's personality. The old captain noticed Sol's arm was not covered
in his uniform when it came from the cloak to hold the Fuuenken. he
passed it off as being a matter of circumstance. Sol did not allow
him to proceed with his speech about what an honor it was to be
bestowed with a component of the Outrage like the old man had done
for Ky.

'Sorry, old man. I'm taking this weapon, but not staying with the
Order.' His words caused millions of weapons to be drawn and aimed at
his direction. Ky's Fuuraiken was at his throat, the young Knight
Captain glaring at the former Knight.

'What's the meaning of this, Sol?' Kliff said softly, not allowing
the words to escape from Ky's mouth first.

'This place holds no more meaning to me anymore. I have more
important goals to obtain, and better means than staying here. So,
I'm leaving.' He said to the old man.

'You can leave if you want, Sol. But the Fuuenken can not be your's
if you do.' Kilff stated.

'This weapon is going to help me obtain my goals. I'll beat down
every last one of you who stands before me.' The former Knight
claimed. Everyone else besides Kliff wanted to spill his guts out.
The old man looked into the eyes of Sol for a long while before
coming to a decision.

'Then go, Sol. For your services, I'll grant you a head start. If any
of the Knights track you down, your life will be held in their
hands.' The aging leader said, giving the command for all the Knights
to lower their weapons and allow Sol access. The hateful stares
remained to him even as weapons were sheathed. Sol walked out of the
Order that day, not as captain, but as a wanted man to be hunted in
the near future. The wanderer felt the buckle of his belt, feeling
the word scratched in it's surface.

'Free...I'm
finally...'

...Fin...
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