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Chapter 6

Raidou was right there he was within arms length I would kill him for what he had forced me to endure. Raping of my mother Ayame, forcing me to become a bastard child. All the pain I endured, injuring Hayate, and stealing the Sky Torn Blast technique. All of this he would pay dearly for, I would be the butterfly to lead him to his death. Did I just hear my name, no no its all in my head I can't allow anything to distract me if I do I am dead.

Wait Raidou saw through my attack, I need to change... To late... I felt the most powerful roundhouse in my life crash into my jaw. My body falling into the ground with a painful thump, I felt my tears pouring like a river against my bruised cheeks. I have to get up, if I don't how can I avenge the mother who hates me so. How can I get my vengance for the pain that burns my very soul. I can't beat him alone, I know it what can I do? Hayate-sama will come.. He will help me get retribution wouldn't he?

A loud crush sound caught my attention, blinking as I saw it wasn't Hayate like I desired. It was that Russian, Bayman. He wasn't supposed to be here this was all wrong, why was this so different than my dreams. I vaguely heard when the Russian told me we had to get out of here, he was right I knew it. I was stopped and caught stunned when Raidou grasped Bayman by his temple lifting him like a doll. No he wouldn't kill him, I couldn't let Raidou take more from me, Bayman was mind to kill not his.

"Let him go!" My voice was so high pitched it probably sounded like a little scared girl. I struck his knee and side with my legs, nothing happened. It was like chopping a tree down with my bare hands and legs. Nothing I could do would get him to die like I desired deep down. Finally a back elbow made him release Bayman and stumble back. I followed up my attack continuing to kick at his knee and side. Using a quick throat thrust to force him back.

I actually believed I was getting somewhere only to feel his punch into my stomach. "Ahhhhh!" I didn;t even know my voice could become to high pitched. My voice being silenced as quickly as it came, Raidou grasping my throat. I felt him squeezing my life from every part of my body. I was helpless wasn't I, just like my weak mother. So this man would have his way with me as well, should I just resign myself to this unescapable fate.

Wait why did Bayman help me again just let me die, my body turned into a spear as I was slammed into the solid man known as Bayman. I hurt in so many places I didn't even know it was possible. Noticing Bayman rise again, he was so odd. Could you keep him down or would he continue to rise like the mythical phoenix no matter how many times you beat him down. Yet hear I laid in my blood and broken ribs barely able to hold myself together.

I faintly heard Bayman say we were going to run? Run where this man wasn't even using his true power how could you escape him? I never got to answer feeling the large Russian lift me onto his back without a concern or care. Where were we going, my light colored eyes looking over his shoulder. My tears continue to flow hearing Raidou say he wouldn't allow us to escape. That laugh, it would haunt me even in my nightmares.

"St.." I didn't even get the words out I was trying to tell Bayman to leave me behind. No reason to even bother saving me. I didn't even realize anything until I was tossed through the closing steel door, my body bouncing a little on the grass and rocks. Right now that mild pain was better than the wrenching emotional scar I had built on the inside. I wanted to stop crying, why couldn't I? I had no reason to cry it was the past, but why did it hurt so bad?

While I tried to rise to my feet, I felt Bayman there like a crutch. I couldn't argue with him, saving my life in there I owed him that much. I just laid my head against his back, while my arms clutched his chest. Suprising to me his heartbeat was steady as he ran. No sight of fear or worry, its almost like nothing had happened. How could he be so calm, it made no sense. Before I could ask him I felt him duck down, sounds of a patrol caught my ears. Was this an island or country in some rural area?

Eventually I heard sounds of civilization it was a pleasant difference over what I had been through. Looking ahead, I hadn't realized but my tears were still running like a faucet. At least it was raining it would be easy to confuse the two liquids. A mild relief I hated crying, I had thought at one time my tears were dead. Looking around the hotel we entered it looked very expensive, my eyes focusing on the man at the desk. Dresco island? Where was this on a map?

I noticed Bayman said hiking, wait did they think we were? I slid off his back stumbling a little away. My forearm soaked in a little mud would rub across my eyes trying to whipe the tears away. To my suprise I was handed a plastic key, what was this? Wait Bayman must have gotten us a room? He didn't have to, then again I didn't have any money. Noticing him walk toward an elevator I would follow when I felt him grasp my hand. Standing to his side my head remained low. The tears didn't stop, why couldn't I just turn a knob and the tears would stop right.

The ding of the elevator would catch my attention, walking out into the large suite. It was nice, I couldn't remember sleeping in a place like this. I found myself going to up, I didn't care about the mud and blood soaking the couch. Though when I sat down I felt all my emotions crash into me. My happy childhood memories I chose to repress, the things that I had to do. The people I killed the things I witnessed. The guilt I had for making mistakes.

My tears falling endlessly, hands coming up to clutch my eyes. Almost like they would shield my emotions from view. To my suprise I felt a heavy body sit on the couch, and then an arm around me. Why did Bayman do that? Why was he comforting me, he didn't have to. I far expected him to just leave me crying, I was comfortable suprised even to myself. He made me feel safe, it was something that I really never felt always being the outcast.

I sighed before I spoke up, this was a weakness I couldn't accept. "If you tell anyone you saw me cry, I will kill you." I felt compared to warn this man of what would happen. Then again he was more than capable of killing me, I saw in his eyes the same thing my victims saw in me. Cold blooded and dangerous. He was capable of doing anything he wanted but he took time to try and comfort me, someone who desired his life. Maybe it was mutual respect I had no idea anymore.

Pulling away before I got to comfortable I left him there to seek a shower, I hurt in so many places. Stripping my clothes I stepped into the shower. It was hot and welcomed soaking the mud away from my body. I lifted my small breast feeling the bruising on my ribs. My teeth clinched my tongue the taste of my blood soaked the inside of my mouth. Taking a moment to see myself in the large open mirror, I was so ugly, or at least in my own eyes I was.

I cut the shower off and stepped out, fighting with a clean white towel it felt so good to be clean. Dabbing my mid shoulder length purple hair. The brusiing on my face was't as bad as I thought. Looking behind me I noticed a short white robe, putting it on without a second thought. It actually looked like a short kimono, something I could be comfortable in. I needed to get some clothes I had nothing to wear, my clothes soaked in blood and mud. A sigh passing my lips I was annoyed with not being more prepared then again how could I be?

I heard grunts coming from the main room, which made me curious. To my suprise I witnessed Bayman exercising? He was doing some type of pull up off the rail of the building? Did he have no fear of falling, I got a chance to see how badly hurt he was. His chest had so many scars most looked like weapon wounds. He did have tons of bruising on his chest, it was much worse than mine. So he wasn't a machine he was human

Moving toward the open deck glass door I found myself watching him more and more. A light shake of my head to get the redness on my cheeks to dissapear. "I will make tea." He didn't answer me, I expected that, especially since if I was him I would have said the same. Moving back to the kitchen area I noticed gree tea bags resting in a plastic container. Filling the little kettle I set it on an invisible eye and just sighed. Taking mere minutes for the kettle to boil and the scent was welcome.

I guess I was daydreaming, I never heard Bayman come back in or shut the deck door. I did see him now sitting on the ground by the door, a knife in hand, where did he get that from? Apparently he had a hiding spot for tools I knew nothing about. Why was he resting against the door, I noticed his eyes looked heavy. He was sleeping wasn't he? Wait he was guarding the door wasn't he? That made much more sense, carrying the kettle and two simple glasses I moved toward the sleeping bear of a man.

"Are you asleep?" My words were barely above a whisper. Noticing his eyes slowly open and look to me, "I made tea." I wouldn't give him a chance to object, lowering down onto my knees beside him, pulling my robe down just a little to hide my knees. Tilting the white kettle I filled a small glass with the green tea. To my suprise Bayman took the glass with no need to be asked. I would begin to sip my tea, it was pleasant. I found myself more and more comfortable near him.

Hearing the glass be set down I noticed his eyes shutting again, how could someone sleep like that? He did look innocent, like Hayate said I looked when I was sleeping. My hands slowly rested by my side to lift me up, I stopped momentarily looking back to Bayman. Was it wrong to seek sollace in your killer? He made me feel safe that probably because he could kill me. Leaning forward I would kiss his lips, they were warm even if his cold demeanor could remind me of a demon.

To my suprise I felt a hand come up and push me away, he wasn't asleep. I saw his cold stare watching me like a lion ready to kill me.. Yet he didn't reject me, to my suprise he let me rest my head on his shoulder. This was more than welcomed. "Thank you Bayman-sama." It was all I could say my eyes closing while I felt him stroke my cheek gently. Tonight was like a dream, one I had wished to finally accept. Kind of ironic it came from the one who desired my death, the same as I desired his.