Authors Note: I apologize for the lateness once again.

Chapter 8

I felt at peace for the first time in several years, nothing bothered me at that very moment. His touch was so welcomed, it was gentle and genuine I didn't feel like he was doing it because he had to. The villagers and Hayate were nice to me, but was it out of fear and not by choice? That simple concern nearly brought a tear to my eyes. My eyes widening hearing my name and then move, several bulletts flying into the room. My lips pursed into a wicked grin. Standing, the robe flapping just a little. Using the corner of the couch, I would leap high into the air. Catching a guy with my knees, dropping him onto his back. Twisting just a little his neck would break with ease. "Bayman!" My voice a little hoarse, perhaps I was getting sick. It wasn't like he could hear me over all the gun fire which seemed to have steady doses of. Hearing a wall shatter, I saw Bayman handling another one of these odd gunmen. I bet Raidou sent them after us, he was relentless, but he was supposed to be dead! My train of thought stopped when a man hit my face with his gun.

"Die bitch!" My eye welled up with tears, just from the sharp pain my face was feeling. My fingers quickly used in precise aim, the guy taking two to the throat. Spinning around, my left forearm slammed into the back of his head, the body collapsing with a sickening thud. The door being knocked down stirred my attention, it was a machine gun of some sort. My legs tensing while I jumped up, using my left hand to clutch a small corner of the roof. I plopped my back against the wall, trying not to fall back into the now bullett ridden room. I could see Bayman crawling on the floor covering his head, I wanted to help him, the bulletts stopping long enough for him to rise. Five men coming in with aimed guns, the lazers showing up visibly on Bayman's chest. They were going to kill him, I wouldn't allow it, if anyone was going to kill him it would be me damnit! Looking left to right I had only one option, it was a little disgraceful but I was going to do it reguardless. My hands undoing my robe letting it flutter toward the ground, my body exposed for all to view.

My plan would suceed as I anticipated, the men getting a good view of my breast as I came floating down. This would be the last thing any would see. My form crouching hard upon the landing, driving my knee into the first man's stomach. Grasping his gun I pulled the trigger, the bulletts ripping through the floor and up through many of the men's body armor, it seemed the bulletts were armor piercing. The group of men falling into a groaning mess of flesh and bone. I felt the heat of their blood run down my bare skin. Raising the gun up to my arm I was going to finish this poor excuse of an ambush. However Bayman's voice stopped me feeling the soft robe put back on my shoulder I sighed. "Why are you stopping me?" I wanted a good answer, these men deserved much for this dishnorable act on both of us. My hands tossing the machine gun down, kicking one of the men in the stomach while they semi crawled around. Bayman's answer was simply we have done enough lets go. That wasn't enough for me, or at least it shouldn't have been.

Before I could truly protest I felt a set of clothing hit me, I could see Bayman stripping one of the dead bodies, "What are you doing?" Asking the question which I probably should have thought of myself. Bayman just shaking his head, "Can't fight in a robe all the time. Go ahead and change I will handle whats left of this mess." My lips formed into a semi annoyed look, but I did take the clothes, at least they weren't covered in blood or bullett holes. Looking in the bathroom, I swore I heard someone scream. Maybe I was just hearing things though, my hand reaching over cutting on the shower, it sort of worked, I wonder if I had long enough to get cleaned up. Taking a cloth I wetted it only to whipe the blood from my leg and side. Finally getting cleaned up enough, or at least what I thought was enough. Looking at the shirt it just didn't look good, tearing the sleeves off, which took some effort I put on the black shirt. It was cotton, at least it would keep me warm. I needed some underwear, I just wans't fond of running around all exposed.

A low grumble leaving my lips lifting up the pants, they were so heavy, the material obviously very durable. It took a lot more effort, but I tore the legs into a pair of shorts. Hopping into them I buckled them in the front the belt was to big, so I ended up losing it all together. Looking in the mirror I did a slight pose, the shorts did stop a little above my knee. It made my butt look big, this discouraged me, "Tsk." It was all I could say lacing up a pair of low top combat boots. At least I wouldn't be running around barefoot. Walking back into the living room I noticed the bodies weren't where I had left them, I could see Bayman had tossed them into the other room, apparently through the hole he had made earlier fighting the men. My head turning to the side where was Bayman, "Bayman sama?" I spoke cautiously moving toward the hole in the wall, my left hand kept in front to protect from an attack. To my suprise he would step through the hole, he was whiping off his knife, what exactly had he been doing? "What were you doing?" I asked rather sharply.

He responded with a nonchalant tone about getting some information. However he did stop to look at me. I felt embarassed, my hands coming up to hide my face. "What are you looking at? I look terrible I know, but doesn't mean you have to stare!" I exclaimed, I didn't know why I was embarassed, normally I didn't care about how I looked, but with him it was different. Similiar to how I felt around Hayate in the village. I wanted to look better when I was around him, I didn't even realize how close he was till I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. My eyes looking up and seeing he placed his dogtags about my neck, the silver metal tags bounced against my chest, "What's this for?" I needed to know why he was giving me something like this. He waved his hand and only said, it completed the outfit. Outfit was he picking on me? Looking down I did sort of look like a soldier, I lifted up his dogtags, he was a Russian soldier, or at least thats all I thought. He seemed to be far better trained than any I ever saw during my trips. His tags were so vague, Bayman, and a simple serial number. I wanted to give Bayman something, it wasn't fare he gave me something especially this. I knew for a fact soldiers treasured their dogtags.

"Bayman sama, wait." I was going to say more, however in the doorway men as if on cue would run into the room. Their guns opening fire would force me and Bayman to run toward the open balcony. The steel grate was in the way, I wasn't sure if I could make the jump to the other building. It didn't matter, Bayman was ahead he jumped letting his heavy body hit the metal rail, it tore with ease, his body quickly falling as he went through the window frame of another room. Several bulletts wizzing by my head it wouldn't break my concentration, leaping off the corner of the now exposed balcony I followed Bayman down. Landing with a kunnochi grace I saw Bayman very slow to get up, he had blood leaking from his back, "Bayman sama!" Running to his side I put a hand on his back, I felt blood leaking out from several wounds, he had been shot. "We must get you some help." Bayman shrugged me off hard, it made me angry, but the look in his eyes made me decide to be silent. "Where are we going?" We had to have a destination, those men would be here very soon as well. Bayman finally speaking up, I heard something rip from his back, a piece of glass being tossed onto the ground.

He said we had to go back to the base, but Raidou was there. I didn't want to face him again, he would defeat me like last time. He was so much stonger than last time. This was foolish, I would have said more, but Bayman decided for us moving to the door and walking out. I got a good look at how bad he was wounded, three bullett wounds lined his back, I even saw his left thigh bleeding. He was a machine, how could he still function, or was this just male ego trying to show how tough he could be? I would have asked, but I guess for now I had to trust the information he had gotten from those men. I was curious of how he got it, following Bayman I spoke up, "Wait for me." He just looked over his shoulder but kept walking. I saw a look of determination one I got often, something must have pissed him off, enough to go back to the base. What was it? It didn't make any sense, "Will you tell me?" I asked meekly, his voice cracking down like thunder saying Niet, Russian for no. Sighing I would follow him back into the jungle, trading in this hell for a new one. The idea of being on Zach's island was sounding a lot better now.