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There's Always Two Sides
Chapter 2

Is still Yoai. These characters are of my own creation. I still don't know what to say…

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I slowly started making my way back to consciousness with a little help from two people talking. First think I noticed was that I had a raging headache. The second thing I noticed was that I was bound tightly to a wooden chair. The third was that I was bound and gagged. As much as I would have loved to get out I didn't know the layout of the place I was in, I didn't know how many people were here, and I didn't know how far from the hotel we were. So I waited and listened, maybe I would get some valuable information.

"Ivan! I want a report on what's going on." a male voice demanded. He was obviously the leader.

I could almost imagine Ivan jerking in surprise as he said, "S-Sir! I'd been informed by one of our contacts that a college aged girl had a picture of you when you were younger. I managed to find her and I followed her but lost her since it seemed she knew I was following her. I did a search in the hotel and homes in the area and found were her hotel was before going into her room and I hit her in the head a couple times with her laptop." I felt strangely annoyed at the fact he kept calling me a girl. Just because I had long hair and girlish features didn't make me a girl. "I called some of the others to help get her and her stuff out of the hotel before coming here." There was a brief pause and swallow from Ivan before he continued, "Sir, we found weapons and files on you. I think you'll recognize the insignia in the corner."

There was a brief shuffle of papers before the one I assumed to be Barron spoke, "Well, well, well, it seems boys and girls that we have a mercenary on our hands." I could now feel eyes on me and I prided myself on the fact that I didn't even twitch.

It seemed that even though I had a perfect imitation of when I'm asleep, I still hear the footsteps get closer and pulled the blindfold off and the gag out of my mouth. Once the blindfold was off I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the 20 sum odd year old face of the boy in the picture. I wanted to frown and ask why he looked about 21 when he was 27 years old but just wrote it off as him aging well.

I was surprised by my self control as I withheld from blushing at the…beautiful? face in front of me and then withheld the urge to grin devilishly and say something incredibly smart-assed. Both were irrational and impulsive. The first because I didn't want anything to do with the guy since I had to kill him and the second because I wasn't the happy-go-lucky kid from my dreams. As far as I was aware I'd never been that kid.

"Not only that but we also have the famous Raider here." The Baron said grinning devilishly at me as I jerked my head up to look at him.

"How would you know that?" I spoke in a low, quite, but even voice.

His grin widened, "My secret."

I just looked off to the side so I wouldn't show my irritation or keep staring at him. "Sir! We need to know why she's here."

I looked in his direction, finding a skinny blonde haired guy. "I'm a man not a woman." I couldn't help the irritation that washed through me at being called a woman. It surprised me since I'd never had a problem with it before. But then a whole lot of new things were going on with me since I got this mission and laid eyes on The Baron.

Ivan's eyes widened both because I spoke directly 'to' him and the fact that I was not a woman. "W-what? But-"

I rolled my eyes, "Just because I have long hair and a girly face doesn't make me a woman. Especially since I do not have breasts and the thing in between my legs is generally a part of the male anatomy."

"And here I thought you prided yourself with being emotionless. Or that's what your file says." The Baron commented.

I stiffened, realizing that my emotions were growing to an uncontrollable level for me and that I couldn't contain them in my usual way. No thanks to these people not letting me have anything to cause myself bodily harm. There was nothing I could do and my emotions kept filling me, drowning me.

Feeling like I was underwater I felt myself sigh and roll my eyes, "Oh! I'm sorry! I kinda have an issue with emotional stress and since I have no way of causing myself bodily harm, no thanks to you, please excuse me if I become unbearably annoying in the next couple minutes."

"Quit fooling around you little wretch and answer our damn questions!" a man yelled coming forward and grabbing me by the neck.

I felt of shock and fear, my eyes widening, as the man looked incredibly similar to one of the men who had hurt me years ago. Sure I'd killed that man when I was ten but the guy looked so much like 'him' that I couldn't stop the fear and rage that took over my body, just as it had done 9 years ago when I'd killed 'him'.

Without thinking I brought my arm out from behind me and took a swipe at his face. Both of our eyes widening as I sliced his throat open. I looked at my hands seeing that my nails had grown and were sharpened, sharp enough to cut the ropes and a guy's throat.

Acting on instinct, I jumped up onto the seat of my chair then jumped off the back of it onto a couple stacked crates. I broke open the one and a half foot long window and squeezed my small body through. I flipped head first landing on my toes ten feet from the window. Not taking the time to be surprised I ran into the quickly darkening woods.

The fear of being caught by the man kept me from stopping and think over a plan as I usually would have done. I was no longer the 19 year old Raider that was trained to kill, I was the 10 year old Aeriell that had been abused over and over again for four years. If I had been able to access the part of my mind that was the trained assassin then the next wouldn't have happened.

I ran hard, not even bothering to look where I was going. In my anxiety I hit my head against a low branch, my left foot sliding out from under me and twisting as I tried to regain my balance and I fell down into a dried-out creek bed. The fall having brought me somewhat in my right mind I tried to take stalk of my injuries. It seemed I had a splitting headache, a sprained ankle, a bruised back, and the stitching in my thigh had been agitated and was now bleeding.

I heard something moving and before I could do anything a heavy weight was straddling my lap and was holding my arms above my head. I stared up into the golden-brown eyes of The Baron before my brain started working again and I struggled to get free.

"Stop, stop. Stop struggling! You're just going to make your injuries worse!" The Baron growled in frustration.

"Like you care!" I yelled wanting away from him and the emotions he brought with his presence. Not only that but my body was slowly starting to react to his body rubbing against mine. "Get off. Please!" I blushed and stopped struggling.

The Baron blinked at me for a moment before his face turned a bright red but didn't move. "You have to promise you won't go anywhere."

I glared at him as he was still straddling my lap and could feel my problem. "Fine! Just get off me."

He nodded, stood up, then proceeded to stare at me. I curled up in embarrassment, resting my forehead against my knees. "Why does this have to happen to me? Why won't it go away?" I groaned in discomfort, my position not making me feel better. Not to mention the fact I could feel The Baron's gaze on me.

"You act as if this hasn't happened to you before." Baron said raising an eyebrow in surprise.

I turned my head slightly to glare at him, "I haven't."

He blinked at me and I could see that he wanted to ask me why. I was so prepared for him to ask that I didn't expect what he said instead. "Do you want help getting rid of it?"

I stared at him in shock trying to process what he just asked. My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. I'd been used enough as it was, like a really needed or wanted him to do the same.

"No!" I said sharply, looking away from him.

A silence passed and I tried not thinking about anything. The only problem was that my thoughts kept going back to the man standing not far away from me. My problem was slowly getting worse. My ten year old self wanted to cry, my mercenary wanted me to think logically, and a small part of me wanted enjoy what the Baron had offered.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. There was no way I would listen to those thoughts and there was no way I was going to cry, ever. I took a deep breath to calm myself and ran the situation through my mind, thinking it over logically. There was no way I could get rid of it and it was painful if I just left it. I may have welcomed pain but this kind of pain I had no idea how to handle. The only way I could get out of this would be to take him up on his offer.

I almost sighed at my decision but held it in. Instead I gave a quiet, "Okay."

I glanced over at him when I heard nothing from him. To say the least he looked shocked before his shook it off and nodded.

"You're going to have to uncurl yourself if you want help." he said gently.

I nodded and uncurled myself to sit up, looking away when I saw the slight bulge that had appeared between my legs. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Baron kneeled in front of me. I felt hands on my knees and struggled only for a moment before letting him spread my legs apart. I inhaled sharply as I saw his hand reach down to the front of my pants and tried to think of something to get my mind off what would happen next.

"Wh-what's your name?" I blurted out my breathing coming faster than it should as he fastened my pants.

He seemed to pause for a minute at my question, looking up at me before an unreadable expression passed over his face. "You can call me Dameik."

"D-Dameik, h-huh?" I stuttered and I became aware of my body shaking in fear of what could happen.

He nodded and I saw a look of understanding cross his face. "I'm not going to rape you, you know."

I looked down in shame, hating that he could tell. But my shaking died some and my breathing slowed some as well. It seemed as if my body believed him whether I did or not. He nodded slightly and shimmied my pants and boxers down some to reveal my appendage. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch what was going to happen next.

I felt his hand wrap around me and gasped, my eyes going wide at the sudden pleasure that I felt. I leaned forward until my face was buried in his shoulder to try an muffle the sounds I was making as his hand stroked me somewhat roughly. He chuckled as he nibbled on my ear, a low moan escaping me. "You're so sensitive, Aeriell. This really is your first time, isn't it."

"H-" a mixture of a gasp and a moan escaped me as Dameik gave an experimental tug and a hand tweaked my nipple. When had it gotten there! "how do you know my name!"

I felt him smirk against my neck as he whispered, "Like I said before, it's my little secret."

Before I could comment further he gave a nip to my ear and he stroked me faster. My breathing came faster and I found I had wrapped my hands tightly in his shirt as the pleasure increased. I gasped as his hand massaged my sac and I bit his shoulder as I felt the pleasure increase to unbearable levels. I felt as if I might burst from the inside before I came with a cry.

Dameik laid me gently on my back and I felt tears in my eyes. I had never felt something like that in my life before yet I felt betrayed as well. I had always thought that anything sexual would be painful since that was all I had known. I felt as if my body had betrayed me since I had felt such pleasure from the person that was suppose to be my enemy.

When I felt as if I could control the tears I looked down to see him licking at his hand. I blushed a dark red as I realized that the white stuff that he was licking had come out of my body.

He smirked at me and I briefly wondered if my blush would become permanent as he said, "You taste absolutely wonderful."

I looked away before pulling up my pants and boxers before refastening them. "Whatever."

His smirk just widened and I glared at him, though my heart beat faster at the action. I had no idea how I was suppose to react to him and his very presence could break down my nine years of mercenary training. And this was only day one.

Description
There's Always Two Sides
Chapter 2

Is still Yoai. These characters are of my own creation. I still don't know what to say…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I slowly started making my way back to consciousness with a little help from two people talking. First think I noticed was that I had a raging headache. The second thing I noticed was that I was bound tightly to a wooden chair. The third was that I was bound and gagged. As much as I would have loved to get out I didn't know the layout of the place I was in, I didn't know how many people were here, and I didn't know how far from the hotel we were. So I waited and listened, maybe I would get some valuable information.

"Ivan! I want a report on what's going on." a male voice demanded. He was obviously the leader.

I could almost imagine Ivan jerking in surprise as he said, "S-Sir! I'd been informed by one of our contacts that a college aged girl had a picture of you when you were younger. I managed to find her and I followed her but lost her since it seemed she knew I was following her. I did a search in the hotel and homes in the area and found were her hotel was before going into her room and I hit her in the head a couple times with her laptop." I felt strangely annoyed at the fact he kept calling me a girl. Just because I had long hair and girlish features didn't make me a girl. "I called some of the others to help get her and her stuff out of the hotel before coming here." There was a brief pause and swallow from Ivan before he continued, "Sir, we found weapons and files on you. I think you'll recognize the insignia in the corner."

There was a brief shuffle of papers before the one I assumed to be Barron spoke, "Well, well, well, it seems boys and girls that we have a mercenary on our hands." I could now feel eyes on me and I prided myself on the fact that I didn't even twitch.

It seemed that even though I had a perfect imitation of when I'm asleep, I still hear the footsteps get closer and pulled the blindfold off and the gag out of my mouth. Once the blindfold was off I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the 20 sum odd year old face of the boy in the picture. I wanted to frown and ask why he looked about 21 when he was 27 years old but just wrote it off as him aging well.

I was surprised by my self control as I withheld from blushing at the…beautiful? face in front of me and then withheld the urge to grin devilishly and say something incredibly smart-assed. Both were irrational and impulsive. The first because I didn't want anything to do with the guy since I had to kill him and the second because I wasn't the happy-go-lucky kid from my dreams. As far as I was aware I'd never been that kid.

"Not only that but we also have the famous Raider here." The Baron said grinning devilishly at me as I jerked my head up to look at him.

"How would you know that?" I spoke in a low, quite, but even voice.

His grin widened, "My secret."

I just looked off to the side so I wouldn't show my irritation or keep staring at him. "Sir! We need to know why she's here."

I looked in his direction, finding a skinny blonde haired guy. "I'm a man not a woman." I couldn't help the irritation that washed through me at being called a woman. It surprised me since I'd never had a problem with it before. But then a whole lot of new things were going on with me since I got this mission and laid eyes on The Baron.

Ivan's eyes widened both because I spoke directly 'to' him and the fact that I was not a woman. "W-what? But-"

I rolled my eyes, "Just because I have long hair and a girly face doesn't make me a woman. Especially since I do not have breasts and the thing in between my legs is generally a part of the male anatomy."

"And here I thought you prided yourself with being emotionless. Or that's what your file says." The Baron commented.

I stiffened, realizing that my emotions were growing to an uncontrollable level for me and that I couldn't contain them in my usual way. No thanks to these people not letting me have anything to cause myself bodily harm. There was nothing I could do and my emotions kept filling me, drowning me.

Feeling like I was underwater I felt myself sigh and roll my eyes, "Oh! I'm sorry! I kinda have an issue with emotional stress and since I have no way of causing myself bodily harm, no thanks to you, please excuse me if I become unbearably annoying in the next couple minutes."

"Quit fooling around you little wretch and answer our damn questions!" a man yelled coming forward and grabbing me by the neck.

I felt of shock and fear, my eyes widening, as the man looked incredibly similar to one of the men who had hurt me years ago. Sure I'd killed that man when I was ten but the guy looked so much like 'him' that I couldn't stop the fear and rage that took over my body, just as it had done 9 years ago when I'd killed 'him'.

Without thinking I brought my arm out from behind me and took a swipe at his face. Both of our eyes widening as I sliced his throat open. I looked at my hands seeing that my nails had grown and were sharpened, sharp enough to cut the ropes and a guy's throat.

Acting on instinct, I jumped up onto the seat of my chair then jumped off the back of it onto a couple stacked crates. I broke open the one and a half foot long window and squeezed my small body through. I flipped head first landing on my toes ten feet from the window. Not taking the time to be surprised I ran into the quickly darkening woods.

The fear of being caught by the man kept me from stopping and think over a plan as I usually would have done. I was no longer the 19 year old Raider that was trained to kill, I was the 10 year old Aeriell that had been abused over and over again for four years. If I had been able to access the part of my mind that was the trained assassin then the next wouldn't have happened.

I ran hard, not even bothering to look where I was going. In my anxiety I hit my head against a low branch, my left foot sliding out from under me and twisting as I tried to regain my balance and I fell down into a dried-out creek bed. The fall having brought me somewhat in my right mind I tried to take stalk of my injuries. It seemed I had a splitting headache, a sprained ankle, a bruised back, and the stitching in my thigh had been agitated and was now bleeding.

I heard something moving and before I could do anything a heavy weight was straddling my lap and was holding my arms above my head. I stared up into the golden-brown eyes of The Baron before my brain started working again and I struggled to get free.

"Stop, stop. Stop struggling! You're just going to make your injuries worse!" The Baron growled in frustration.

"Like you care!" I yelled wanting away from him and the emotions he brought with his presence. Not only that but my body was slowly starting to react to his body rubbing against mine. "Get off. Please!" I blushed and stopped struggling.

The Baron blinked at me for a moment before his face turned a bright red but didn't move. "You have to promise you won't go anywhere."

I glared at him as he was still straddling my lap and could feel my problem. "Fine! Just get off me."

He nodded, stood up, then proceeded to stare at me. I curled up in embarrassment, resting my forehead against my knees. "Why does this have to happen to me? Why won't it go away?" I groaned in discomfort, my position not making me feel better. Not to mention the fact I could feel The Baron's gaze on me.

"You act as if this hasn't happened to you before." Baron said raising an eyebrow in surprise.

I turned my head slightly to glare at him, "I haven't."

He blinked at me and I could see that he wanted to ask me why. I was so prepared for him to ask that I didn't expect what he said instead. "Do you want help getting rid of it?"

I stared at him in shock trying to process what he just asked. My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. I'd been used enough as it was, like a really needed or wanted him to do the same.

"No!" I said sharply, looking away from him.

A silence passed and I tried not thinking about anything. The only problem was that my thoughts kept going back to the man standing not far away from me. My problem was slowly getting worse. My ten year old self wanted to cry, my mercenary wanted me to think logically, and a small part of me wanted enjoy what the Baron had offered.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. There was no way I would listen to those thoughts and there was no way I was going to cry, ever. I took a deep breath to calm myself and ran the situation through my mind, thinking it over logically. There was no way I could get rid of it and it was painful if I just left it. I may have welcomed pain but this kind of pain I had no idea how to handle. The only way I could get out of this would be to take him up on his offer.

I almost sighed at my decision but held it in. Instead I gave a quiet, "Okay."

I glanced over at him when I heard nothing from him. To say the least he looked shocked before his shook it off and nodded.

"You're going to have to uncurl yourself if you want help." he said gently.

I nodded and uncurled myself to sit up, looking away when I saw the slight bulge that had appeared between my legs. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Baron kneeled in front of me. I felt hands on my knees and struggled only for a moment before letting him spread my legs apart. I inhaled sharply as I saw his hand reach down to the front of my pants and tried to think of something to get my mind off what would happen next.

"Wh-what's your name?" I blurted out my breathing coming faster than it should as he fastened my pants.

He seemed to pause for a minute at my question, looking up at me before an unreadable expression passed over his face. "You can call me Dameik."

"D-Dameik, h-huh?" I stuttered and I became aware of my body shaking in fear of what could happen.

He nodded and I saw a look of understanding cross his face. "I'm not going to rape you, you know."

I looked down in shame, hating that he could tell. But my shaking died some and my breathing slowed some as well. It seemed as if my body believed him whether I did or not. He nodded slightly and shimmied my pants and boxers down some to reveal my appendage. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch what was going to happen next.

I felt his hand wrap around me and gasped, my eyes going wide at the sudden pleasure that I felt. I leaned forward until my face was buried in his shoulder to try an muffle the sounds I was making as his hand stroked me somewhat roughly. He chuckled as he nibbled on my ear, a low moan escaping me. "You're so sensitive, Aeriell. This really is your first time, isn't it."

"H-" a mixture of a gasp and a moan escaped me as Dameik gave an experimental tug and a hand tweaked my nipple. When had it gotten there! "how do you know my name!"

I felt him smirk against my neck as he whispered, "Like I said before, it's my little secret."

Before I could comment further he gave a nip to my ear and he stroked me faster. My breathing came faster and I found I had wrapped my hands tightly in his shirt as the pleasure increased. I gasped as his hand massaged my sac and I bit his shoulder as I felt the pleasure increase to unbearable levels. I felt as if I might burst from the inside before I came with a cry.

Dameik laid me gently on my back and I felt tears in my eyes. I had never felt something like that in my life before yet I felt betrayed as well. I had always thought that anything sexual would be painful since that was all I had known. I felt as if my body had betrayed me since I had felt such pleasure from the person that was suppose to be my enemy.

When I felt as if I could control the tears I looked down to see him licking at his hand. I blushed a dark red as I realized that the white stuff that he was licking had come out of my body.

He smirked at me and I briefly wondered if my blush would become permanent as he said, "You taste absolutely wonderful."

I looked away before pulling up my pants and boxers before refastening them. "Whatever."

His smirk just widened and I glared at him, though my heart beat faster at the action. I had no idea how I was suppose to react to him and his very presence could break down my nine years of mercenary training. And this was only day one.