[I'm trying not to make Kai go all OOC in this story so give me some
suggestions. I'm trying to make him seem on borderline evil here so give me
some suggestions. If you viewed my other stories, you'll notice that happy
endings isn't really on my mind. Or maybe it is? Who knows what dangerous
thoughts I'm thinking? Even me. . . *echoing evil cackle*]
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The boy glared at me, his red eyes shining with anger and defeat. Messy blue hair pushed behind his head, away from the vision of his eyes. "You monster!" he screamed at me as I picked up two stone disk from the ground.
I smirked. This was a usual reaction. "You lost. A deal is a deal. Winner take all." I replied with a hint of mockery.
"But you had fooled me! I didn't know you were the mercenary Kai or else I would never agree to the challenge!"
I looked up at the infuriated boy. "Oh, so you've heard of me? I'm sorry for choosing you then, considering that you seem to be at least a warm-up."
His jaw dropped, not expecting the insult. Pointing to the badge on his chest, he told me that he was a very important member of the Alliance of Guardians.
I laughed cruelly. "You? I'm shocked to see that they've gone so low as to allow you to be in their pesence. You're nothing but a weakling who recounts his past glories and cowers at the presence of a real fighter."
With a single leap, he was on top of me with a dagger. Fortunately, I had expected the move and had, instead, drove the blade into the opposite direction. It ended up in the owner's stomach. He looked at me while staggering away, red eyes flashed with disbelief and shock. His hands covered over the dagger within his flesh, covered with crimson blood.
Putting both stone disk into the leather pouch with the others, I turned to him before I walked away. "If you have listened more closely to the stories, you would have never done that in the first place," I muttered, grinning as he gave me a face of disbelief and stumbled down onto the dirt.
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Pulling the black cloak over me, I carefully hid my silver-tinted hair and blue face paint. I never expected to be so well known in these areas but I should've guessed that word would eventually get out of my skills. They made a lot of nicknames for me like Silver Spider, Dagger, or Swifter. None of these names I like and never once had I ever heard my name as Kai. It was always Mercenary Kai or one of the above.
Sitting in inns and taverns, I often heard of the legends surrounding me. Some quite farfetched. For example, there's a story about me being raised by wolves and how I had magically gained my extraordinary sensitive senses and astounding abilities. Of course, it wasn't true but I have to laugh at any mention of it. Other's could be described simply as idiotic and amazingly stupid.
I guess that's what happens when there is no other means of entertainment; stories are told. After I had escaped the grasp of the master, I've been fighting to my heart's content and collecting the bit beasts I've won. So far, I've seen about fifty. Only ten is currently under my ownership; the rest I sold for a large amount of coins.
I'm neither a Guardian or a Dark Mare. If I see any bit beasts I want, I take it. Doesn't matter who the owner was, I get it with any means necessary. They call me Mercenary Kai because I'm basically a traveling fighter. A lot of representatives on either side had offered me a high position but I refused each time. Sometimes they weren't offering me a job. A few were assassins. Each attempt were pathetic and sadly miscalculated. Each time a bow or a dart is heading for my direction, I feel insulted.
I don't like being insulted.
My mind flashed back from the past when a passing cart had run over my foot. I could feel the tinge of pain and wondered if I should slaughter the driver. Shaking my head, I didn't want to ruin the peace of these people. Not yet, anyway.
The old brick building was crumbling with pieces of the roof falling at my feet. I was disgusted at the moss and old dried ivy leaves that tangled the side walls. For a moment, I questioned if this was the place I wanted. As if on cue, a woman screams echoed off the walls and bounced off of my ears.
No longer unsure, I walked in. Inside wasn't as bad as the outside. There weren't any loose floorboards at my feet and, though I could see the sky, the roof looked like it could hold up. I couldn't say much for the housekeeping. The odor of beer and rats hung overhead like a cloud. The scent filled my nostrils and I felt like vomiting. The rooms better be cleaner then this or I'll be very dissatisfied.
I walked up to the counter and tapped the bell. A small man with an unshaven face popped up from the counter and and gave me a toothless grin.
"Welcome, stranger!" he greeted," What can I help ya with?"
A servant girl behind me nervously made a grab at my cloak, but I moved away. Turning to her, I stated menacingly," I don't want to take off my cloak." She nodded and ran off. The man looked at me strangely.
Rolling my eyes, I produced a small bag of gold coins. He looked at them and quickly stuffed them in his belt. "Girl or Boy?"
I thought about the options. "I want a fighter."
He chuckled. "I don't think you'll find any with the males here."
I should expected the response. Males usually go by free will to get money. Females were usually kidnapped or sold by their guardians. It made sense that the females usually fight off their customers more then males do.
"Fine. I want a girl." I paused. "A virgin."
The man looked unsure. "Sorry. A virgin is hard to get these-"
I produced another bag of coins. He took them greedily. "Anute will show you the viewing room." Instantly, a young girl walked in front of me and beckoned me to follow her. She lead me to a large wooden door and closed it tightly behind me as I walked in.
The viewing room was nothing more then a stone room with a single chair in the middle facing a large window to the side. I chose to stand instead and locked my eyes to the glass.On the other side of the window was a room with a bright light bulb allowing for a clearer image. There were two doors, one on each side of the other.
There was another minute when one of the doors finally opened. A huge man held a girl by the back of her wrist. She had pleading blue eyes and bright flaming hair. She couldn't be more then sixteen and didn't look like much of a fighter. In fact, I could see tears dropping to the floor. A sign of weakness.
I waved my hand and the girl was taken out. Another girl followed closely behind. This time, I could tell she was a runner. Her brown eyes flew across the room for any means of escape and her dark brown hair laid in tangles. I would've chosen her but I didn't feel like breaking a runner. I wanted a fighter and nothing eles.
The next one was escorted by two men who tried to hold on to the young woman. She wasn't exactly beautiful, with matted black hair and a plain look but she did have a decent face. I was amused as I watched her kick one of the men in a certain place and punched the other in the eye. She screamed, kicked, and hit with all her might. She couldn't be more then seventeen years old. Her long black hair covered most of her face as she made a mad dash for the door but found it locked. For a moment, she looked towards the glass window at me and I found a set of unusual green eyes ablazed with fury.
Suddenly, I watched as one of the guards pinned her to the wall and smashed his lips on hers as the means of settling her down. She closed her eyes and went limp for a moment. I thought she had given up but I was wrong. This time, she kicked him in between the legs with all the strength she could muster. His whole face turned red and his body fell onto the floor. I chuckled.
The second man came to the rescue as he held her by the back and struggled to keep her that way. He finally slammed her to the ground. I could see him raising his hand and then slapping her across the face. The contact made a sharp sound that seemed to echo throughout the room. I pounded on the window.
He stopped and looked at me. I grinned and nodded. This was the girl I want. I will enjoy breaking this fighter.
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"Here you go." he said, handing me a key. "She's right in there."
I nodded and went inside. I locked the door behind me and threw the key to the side of the room, next to a bed. Through the cloak, I could see her by the corner
She was struggling with the rope that held her hands together. Wearing the usual loose white robe, she stood up and looked at me. "You sick bastard," she said venomously. Her eyes were lighted up with a mixture of humiliation and determination. Of course, they were also hiding her fear of being used this way.
I chuckled and finally threw my hood down. I could see her gasp. She must've thought I was a dirty old man but I keep myself very clean. I have to because of all the blood that usually get on me. And, if I could say so myself, I keep very good care of my body also. "What are you called by?"
Her eyes narrowed." Not that you care anyway. If you think I'll just let-"
I quickly approached her and took out the blade I always keep near me. For a moment, I saw a glint of fear shining from her eyes. I lowered it to her neck. Her breathing became more rapid and her neck contracted.
"Go to hell," she cursed. I smirked and finally reached the rope that tied her up. With one swift motion, I released her hands.
A look of surprised dawned on her face. I thought she was going to thank me but, instead, she used her free hands to push me on the floor and run to the door. Finding it locked, she searched feverishly for the key near the other side of the room.
I glared at her and picked myself up. She had located the key and was trying to fit it into the lock. Still holding the blade, I ran to her and swung the blade near her head. It settled on the door, halfway through the wood. By now, she must've realized how dangerous I am because her eyes widened when she looked at me.
Silently, I wrapped my arms around the struggling girl and softly landed us both on the bed. I knocked the key from her hand and sat up on top of her. Her hands drawn onto a tight fist, she pounded my stomach as hard as she could. It wasn't much effort in my terms but it was kind of cute to see her trying to fight me after knowing there wasn't a chance.
My hands captured hers and I pinned them to the bed. Leaning in closer, I blew the stray hairs from her face. Her disgusted look amused me and a small chuckle escaped my lips.
I made sure that my eye were locked onto hers. In them, I found not one shade of brilliant green, but some flecks of other shades also. I expected her to cower in the presence of my gaze but she didn't even flinch.
Some of my sliver hairs gently swayed in front of my eyes. Her eyes still remained narrowed as our stare deepened. For a moment, I couldn't detect any presence of fear in her sight at all. Does this mean she isn't afraid of me?
No. That couldn't be true. But why isn't she struggling anymore? Doesn't she know I was about to rape her? Or is she just that much of an airhead?
I could feel myself weakening. I closed my eyes to cut off the green eyes. For some reason, I found myself unable to look at them. I resented the things I saw in the pool of green. She had been happy in her childhood where I was not. Don't ask me how I know, but I can tell these things just by how people act. This girl.. . her eyes had a distant flicker of memories. Whether it was good or bad, I know not.
But even in the dark, I could feel their presence. So, I did the only thing I could think of to close them off.
I kissed her.
Normally, I would just fuck the girl and leave her. I wouldn't even bother with all this kissing stuff but I had to stop her gaze. I didn't like the way she looked at me. Like an expression of sympathy.
My lips gently caressed hers, sending a small wave of electricity over her body. I was still holding her hands down, but I knew she could easily pushed me back now. So why didn't she?
I went deeper and poked my tongue through the barriers. Finally noticing the action, she slowly shook her head to stop me. It was too late. I pushed through her clenched teeth and our tongues met.
She was starting to struggle now but my weight kept her form moving too much. I kept my eyes closed and prodded every single area inside of her mouth. At first, she backed her head away and struggled to push me off of her but I could feel her growing weaker and weaker.
It was sweet. I could tell she didn't have much experience in this area. It didn't matter. I could do it by myself especially when she tasted this good. Her struggling did nothing but made me more aroused. I broke off the kiss and allowed her to breath for a little while. I guess we were both beyond breathless.
"You...bastard!" she spatted, still panting. I smiled gently and nuzzled her cheek. Our skin touched and I could feel her starting to gasp again. Taking it as a sign, I clasp my mouth over her's once more.
This time she was ready. As soon as my tongue entered, her teeth slammed down and bite hard. I gave a yell and jumped off of her. Tasting blood, I felt my anger unfurling. She sat up and took a fighter's stance, ready to fight for her life.
I couldn't believe the blood I felt in my fingertips. This was one of the few times I ever bleed ever since the days when I was training. In fact, this was one of the few times I ever felt pain. Of course my skin and bones were used to the sensation but I never trained for something like this.
Turning to her, I calmly walked to the door and pulled out the knife. Her eyes widened in fear but her face scrunched up in determination.
"You shouldn't have done that," I said dangerously, approaching her.
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[Well? What'd you think? Please tell me if he's OOC at all becaues I would really want to know if it is or not. A few suggestions would be really appreciated too. I'm already finishing up the next chapter so expect it to go on the next couple of days. I know *sighs* I'm borderlining Mary Sue here but give me a break.. I haven't even revealed her name yet. -_-* (if you already read some other stories, you'll probably know who it is anyway.)
Suggestions would be appreciated and Flames would be printed out so I can eat them. *runs off to find cardboard box to chew*
Saying of the moment: If I'm an idiot, why do you expect me to think? (dedicated to all my teachers)
To bring authoress self-esteem down lower, press purple button.
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The boy glared at me, his red eyes shining with anger and defeat. Messy blue hair pushed behind his head, away from the vision of his eyes. "You monster!" he screamed at me as I picked up two stone disk from the ground.
I smirked. This was a usual reaction. "You lost. A deal is a deal. Winner take all." I replied with a hint of mockery.
"But you had fooled me! I didn't know you were the mercenary Kai or else I would never agree to the challenge!"
I looked up at the infuriated boy. "Oh, so you've heard of me? I'm sorry for choosing you then, considering that you seem to be at least a warm-up."
His jaw dropped, not expecting the insult. Pointing to the badge on his chest, he told me that he was a very important member of the Alliance of Guardians.
I laughed cruelly. "You? I'm shocked to see that they've gone so low as to allow you to be in their pesence. You're nothing but a weakling who recounts his past glories and cowers at the presence of a real fighter."
With a single leap, he was on top of me with a dagger. Fortunately, I had expected the move and had, instead, drove the blade into the opposite direction. It ended up in the owner's stomach. He looked at me while staggering away, red eyes flashed with disbelief and shock. His hands covered over the dagger within his flesh, covered with crimson blood.
Putting both stone disk into the leather pouch with the others, I turned to him before I walked away. "If you have listened more closely to the stories, you would have never done that in the first place," I muttered, grinning as he gave me a face of disbelief and stumbled down onto the dirt.
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Pulling the black cloak over me, I carefully hid my silver-tinted hair and blue face paint. I never expected to be so well known in these areas but I should've guessed that word would eventually get out of my skills. They made a lot of nicknames for me like Silver Spider, Dagger, or Swifter. None of these names I like and never once had I ever heard my name as Kai. It was always Mercenary Kai or one of the above.
Sitting in inns and taverns, I often heard of the legends surrounding me. Some quite farfetched. For example, there's a story about me being raised by wolves and how I had magically gained my extraordinary sensitive senses and astounding abilities. Of course, it wasn't true but I have to laugh at any mention of it. Other's could be described simply as idiotic and amazingly stupid.
I guess that's what happens when there is no other means of entertainment; stories are told. After I had escaped the grasp of the master, I've been fighting to my heart's content and collecting the bit beasts I've won. So far, I've seen about fifty. Only ten is currently under my ownership; the rest I sold for a large amount of coins.
I'm neither a Guardian or a Dark Mare. If I see any bit beasts I want, I take it. Doesn't matter who the owner was, I get it with any means necessary. They call me Mercenary Kai because I'm basically a traveling fighter. A lot of representatives on either side had offered me a high position but I refused each time. Sometimes they weren't offering me a job. A few were assassins. Each attempt were pathetic and sadly miscalculated. Each time a bow or a dart is heading for my direction, I feel insulted.
I don't like being insulted.
My mind flashed back from the past when a passing cart had run over my foot. I could feel the tinge of pain and wondered if I should slaughter the driver. Shaking my head, I didn't want to ruin the peace of these people. Not yet, anyway.
The old brick building was crumbling with pieces of the roof falling at my feet. I was disgusted at the moss and old dried ivy leaves that tangled the side walls. For a moment, I questioned if this was the place I wanted. As if on cue, a woman screams echoed off the walls and bounced off of my ears.
No longer unsure, I walked in. Inside wasn't as bad as the outside. There weren't any loose floorboards at my feet and, though I could see the sky, the roof looked like it could hold up. I couldn't say much for the housekeeping. The odor of beer and rats hung overhead like a cloud. The scent filled my nostrils and I felt like vomiting. The rooms better be cleaner then this or I'll be very dissatisfied.
I walked up to the counter and tapped the bell. A small man with an unshaven face popped up from the counter and and gave me a toothless grin.
"Welcome, stranger!" he greeted," What can I help ya with?"
A servant girl behind me nervously made a grab at my cloak, but I moved away. Turning to her, I stated menacingly," I don't want to take off my cloak." She nodded and ran off. The man looked at me strangely.
Rolling my eyes, I produced a small bag of gold coins. He looked at them and quickly stuffed them in his belt. "Girl or Boy?"
I thought about the options. "I want a fighter."
He chuckled. "I don't think you'll find any with the males here."
I should expected the response. Males usually go by free will to get money. Females were usually kidnapped or sold by their guardians. It made sense that the females usually fight off their customers more then males do.
"Fine. I want a girl." I paused. "A virgin."
The man looked unsure. "Sorry. A virgin is hard to get these-"
I produced another bag of coins. He took them greedily. "Anute will show you the viewing room." Instantly, a young girl walked in front of me and beckoned me to follow her. She lead me to a large wooden door and closed it tightly behind me as I walked in.
The viewing room was nothing more then a stone room with a single chair in the middle facing a large window to the side. I chose to stand instead and locked my eyes to the glass.On the other side of the window was a room with a bright light bulb allowing for a clearer image. There were two doors, one on each side of the other.
There was another minute when one of the doors finally opened. A huge man held a girl by the back of her wrist. She had pleading blue eyes and bright flaming hair. She couldn't be more then sixteen and didn't look like much of a fighter. In fact, I could see tears dropping to the floor. A sign of weakness.
I waved my hand and the girl was taken out. Another girl followed closely behind. This time, I could tell she was a runner. Her brown eyes flew across the room for any means of escape and her dark brown hair laid in tangles. I would've chosen her but I didn't feel like breaking a runner. I wanted a fighter and nothing eles.
The next one was escorted by two men who tried to hold on to the young woman. She wasn't exactly beautiful, with matted black hair and a plain look but she did have a decent face. I was amused as I watched her kick one of the men in a certain place and punched the other in the eye. She screamed, kicked, and hit with all her might. She couldn't be more then seventeen years old. Her long black hair covered most of her face as she made a mad dash for the door but found it locked. For a moment, she looked towards the glass window at me and I found a set of unusual green eyes ablazed with fury.
Suddenly, I watched as one of the guards pinned her to the wall and smashed his lips on hers as the means of settling her down. She closed her eyes and went limp for a moment. I thought she had given up but I was wrong. This time, she kicked him in between the legs with all the strength she could muster. His whole face turned red and his body fell onto the floor. I chuckled.
The second man came to the rescue as he held her by the back and struggled to keep her that way. He finally slammed her to the ground. I could see him raising his hand and then slapping her across the face. The contact made a sharp sound that seemed to echo throughout the room. I pounded on the window.
He stopped and looked at me. I grinned and nodded. This was the girl I want. I will enjoy breaking this fighter.
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"Here you go." he said, handing me a key. "She's right in there."
I nodded and went inside. I locked the door behind me and threw the key to the side of the room, next to a bed. Through the cloak, I could see her by the corner
She was struggling with the rope that held her hands together. Wearing the usual loose white robe, she stood up and looked at me. "You sick bastard," she said venomously. Her eyes were lighted up with a mixture of humiliation and determination. Of course, they were also hiding her fear of being used this way.
I chuckled and finally threw my hood down. I could see her gasp. She must've thought I was a dirty old man but I keep myself very clean. I have to because of all the blood that usually get on me. And, if I could say so myself, I keep very good care of my body also. "What are you called by?"
Her eyes narrowed." Not that you care anyway. If you think I'll just let-"
I quickly approached her and took out the blade I always keep near me. For a moment, I saw a glint of fear shining from her eyes. I lowered it to her neck. Her breathing became more rapid and her neck contracted.
"Go to hell," she cursed. I smirked and finally reached the rope that tied her up. With one swift motion, I released her hands.
A look of surprised dawned on her face. I thought she was going to thank me but, instead, she used her free hands to push me on the floor and run to the door. Finding it locked, she searched feverishly for the key near the other side of the room.
I glared at her and picked myself up. She had located the key and was trying to fit it into the lock. Still holding the blade, I ran to her and swung the blade near her head. It settled on the door, halfway through the wood. By now, she must've realized how dangerous I am because her eyes widened when she looked at me.
Silently, I wrapped my arms around the struggling girl and softly landed us both on the bed. I knocked the key from her hand and sat up on top of her. Her hands drawn onto a tight fist, she pounded my stomach as hard as she could. It wasn't much effort in my terms but it was kind of cute to see her trying to fight me after knowing there wasn't a chance.
My hands captured hers and I pinned them to the bed. Leaning in closer, I blew the stray hairs from her face. Her disgusted look amused me and a small chuckle escaped my lips.
I made sure that my eye were locked onto hers. In them, I found not one shade of brilliant green, but some flecks of other shades also. I expected her to cower in the presence of my gaze but she didn't even flinch.
Some of my sliver hairs gently swayed in front of my eyes. Her eyes still remained narrowed as our stare deepened. For a moment, I couldn't detect any presence of fear in her sight at all. Does this mean she isn't afraid of me?
No. That couldn't be true. But why isn't she struggling anymore? Doesn't she know I was about to rape her? Or is she just that much of an airhead?
I could feel myself weakening. I closed my eyes to cut off the green eyes. For some reason, I found myself unable to look at them. I resented the things I saw in the pool of green. She had been happy in her childhood where I was not. Don't ask me how I know, but I can tell these things just by how people act. This girl.. . her eyes had a distant flicker of memories. Whether it was good or bad, I know not.
But even in the dark, I could feel their presence. So, I did the only thing I could think of to close them off.
I kissed her.
Normally, I would just fuck the girl and leave her. I wouldn't even bother with all this kissing stuff but I had to stop her gaze. I didn't like the way she looked at me. Like an expression of sympathy.
My lips gently caressed hers, sending a small wave of electricity over her body. I was still holding her hands down, but I knew she could easily pushed me back now. So why didn't she?
I went deeper and poked my tongue through the barriers. Finally noticing the action, she slowly shook her head to stop me. It was too late. I pushed through her clenched teeth and our tongues met.
She was starting to struggle now but my weight kept her form moving too much. I kept my eyes closed and prodded every single area inside of her mouth. At first, she backed her head away and struggled to push me off of her but I could feel her growing weaker and weaker.
It was sweet. I could tell she didn't have much experience in this area. It didn't matter. I could do it by myself especially when she tasted this good. Her struggling did nothing but made me more aroused. I broke off the kiss and allowed her to breath for a little while. I guess we were both beyond breathless.
"You...bastard!" she spatted, still panting. I smiled gently and nuzzled her cheek. Our skin touched and I could feel her starting to gasp again. Taking it as a sign, I clasp my mouth over her's once more.
This time she was ready. As soon as my tongue entered, her teeth slammed down and bite hard. I gave a yell and jumped off of her. Tasting blood, I felt my anger unfurling. She sat up and took a fighter's stance, ready to fight for her life.
I couldn't believe the blood I felt in my fingertips. This was one of the few times I ever bleed ever since the days when I was training. In fact, this was one of the few times I ever felt pain. Of course my skin and bones were used to the sensation but I never trained for something like this.
Turning to her, I calmly walked to the door and pulled out the knife. Her eyes widened in fear but her face scrunched up in determination.
"You shouldn't have done that," I said dangerously, approaching her.
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[Well? What'd you think? Please tell me if he's OOC at all becaues I would really want to know if it is or not. A few suggestions would be really appreciated too. I'm already finishing up the next chapter so expect it to go on the next couple of days. I know *sighs* I'm borderlining Mary Sue here but give me a break.. I haven't even revealed her name yet. -_-* (if you already read some other stories, you'll probably know who it is anyway.)
Suggestions would be appreciated and Flames would be printed out so I can eat them. *runs off to find cardboard box to chew*
Saying of the moment: If I'm an idiot, why do you expect me to think? (dedicated to all my teachers)
To bring authoress self-esteem down lower, press purple button.