The Pariah: Children of Esseth

By Thomas Irvine

On the planet of Esseth, in the small island nation of Korra, very few people know the truth of the universe. One denizen of Korra, Cio, spends most of his days protecting and coddling seven-year-old Keira Darrenger, the castle-dwelling, golden-haired heiress to D-Corp, the planets largest mercenary company and Cios employer. Life is simple and pleasant until the day Cio meets a bizarre woman named Bliss, two local celebritiesand the ghastly beast that assaults him on the castle grounds. Struggling with disturbing desires for Keira, as well as threats of death and despair, Cios once simple life is thrust into chaos when he is steadily introduced to a world of spirits, supernatural powers and planetary preservation. Soon Keira isnt the only child in need of protection from evilor from Cio.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477253298

Thomas Irvine

Thomas Irvine is Associate Professor of Music at the University of Southampton. He has published widely in leading musicology journals in English and German. His book Listening to China: Sound and the Sino-Western Encounter, 1770-1839 is published by University of Chicago Press.

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© 2012 by Thomas Irvine. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Published by AuthorHouse   09/25/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5330-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5329-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012913480

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Contents

Chapter One  The Venomous Guardian

Chapter Two  A Blissful Breakfast

Chapter Three  Budding Blossoms

Chapter Four  Lost And Found

Chapter Five  Finally Awake

Chapter Six  Gloomy Yuni

Chapter Seven  The Stellar Stars

Chapter Eight  Saber’s Secret

Chapter Nine  Evil Is Adorable

Chapter Ten  Death Penalty

Chapter Eleven  Life Lessons

Chapter Twelve  Forsaken Sweetheart

Chapter Thirteen  Invasion

Chapter Fourteen  Decision

Chapter Fifteen  Rigorous Regimens

Chapter Sixteen  The Flames Of Lust

Chapter Seventeen  The Korra Cobras

Chapter Eighteen  Fire And Lightning

Chapter Nineteen  All Or Nothing

Chapter One

THE VENOMOUS GUARDIAN

T he orange, early morning sun broke like an egg over the armored manor, oozing off of its iron panels and flooding the vast, encompassing forest that embraced the astonishing home. The ironclad castle’s sharp spires clawed at the summer sky as if threatening the clouds, and connected by a network of roads, rugged facilities loitered within the woods, packed to the brim with equipment designed only to advance violence. Behind the imposing manor sat an immense steel dome large enough to contain a few city blocks. Surrounded by vibrant, abundant flowers and currently empty, the implausibly colossal complex would soon be filled by those sleeping soundly within the steel castle.

There was one castle occupant, however, who was too young to train for war, too sweet to carry a gun and too meek to even watch scary movies without weeping. Tucked safely into her plush bed on the second floor, an adorable little girl stirred within her comfy white haven, forcibly willing her body to waken, her delicate body rustling beneath the bed sheets. Her glossy golden curls tumbled across the pillows as she opened her emerald eyes and fiddled with her charm bracelet, which had indented a butterfly into her wrist. Releasing a squeak, the child stretched her milky limbs and fled her blankets, readily hopping down from her lofty bed, and the tangerine sun lit her lovely face, as if eagerly saying hello. Without delay, without even bothering to fix her nightgown, she then snatched a cartoonish keychain off her nightstand and trekked barefoot across her carpet.

The girl softly opened her door, poking out into the shadowy hallway.

There was no one.

Cautiously, she tiptoed to the door on other side of the corridor, carefully finding the correct keycard on her chain. She excitedly slid the card into the illuminated slot near the handle, impatiently waited for the blinking red light to turn green, and twisted the door open—but she stopped as its hinges creaked. Frozen, the child smiled nervously until the courage to sneak onward returned to her, and then leaving the keycard in the slot, she silently squeezed her skinny figure into the bedroom, thwarting the squeaky door and preserving her surprise.

Unlike her white haven, this room was dark and gloomy. The walls were painted black and a looming tree skulked outside of the only window. Fortunately, the child had been inside the lightless room every day for years, so maneuvering around was effortless. Mindful of the jingling metal trinkets on her bracelet, she snuck towards the back wall, sniggering as she arrived at the bed. She stepped back, crouched down low, then she jumped into the air, releasing a mighty cry—

RAWR! the child howled cutely, slamming down on a toned abdomen.

Roused, a young man woke and grabbed her waist, and the child giggled and squirmed while he tweaked the lamp beside his bed, blasting her squinting eyes with radiance. The man blearily blinked at her, focusing a piercing, indigo stare that contained a history of hardships. The pale skin of his tall, athletic body was as white as chalk. Thin and wild, his straight black hair brushed his shoulders, and with handsome, delicate features, he was the victim of flirtation.

Get up, get up! the child laughed and bounced, and the man firmly held the bouncy girl still with his long, strong arms. Once immobilized, the cute child smiled at him serenely, revealing a couple of missing teeth. Hi, Cio, she rasped.

Cio’s hands rested gently on the supple skin of the child’s legs, his fingers playing at the tips of her incredibly long hair, and he shifted beneath her uneasily.

Morning, Keira. replied Cio.

With an enthusiastic squeal, Keira threw herself down and squeezed Cio—He sat up with discomfited haste, banging his head against the wall, and Keira toppled into his lap, knocking against something stiff—Grimacing, Cio hurriedly lifted the rambunctious child and set her on the floor with a relieved sigh. Keira laughed again, but Cio was clearly disturbed. He let out another heavy sigh, his silky black mane draining through his fingers as he clutched at his face. Taking a moment to recuperate, taking deep breaths, he glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. It was sooner than he had planned to get up, but since he was already awake, Cio grudgingly switched off his alarm and faced Keira.

"It’s so early, Cio complained to Keira. Couldn’t sleep?"

Keira only smiled for now, twisting, her hands clasped behind her back.

Cio removed the blankets from his lap, revealing sweatpants underneath.

What is it, sweetie? he asked, swinging his lanky legs over his bedside.

Springing on her toes, Keira nearly shouted, It’s been two whole years.

Cio’s heart swelled with delight.

That’s right, he said blissfully. "We’ve been together for two years now—but I didn’t think you’d remember," Cio added teasingly.

You just told me last night! grinned Keira. Why wouldn’t I remember?

Well, I’m glad you did, Cio grinned right back, and reaching out tenderly, he caressed her soft cheek. Happy anniversary, Keira, he said warmly.

"But you forgot!" Keira accused Cio, pointing at him judgmentally.

"I did not forget! Cio snapped gaily, behaving a bit like a clown for Keira. I was just waiting to see if you remembered."

Keira playfully stuck out her tongue at Cio before climbing up onto his bed and affectionately latching on to his arm. In return, Cio gently kissed Keira’s brow.

Protecting you is the best job in the world, he told her wholeheartedly. I’m so lucky.

I’m lucky, too, claimed Keira. You’re the best bodyguard ever…

Charmed by his schmaltz, Keira hugged Cio’s arm even tighter, and after letting out an endearing sigh, she buried her head into him as though he was her pillow.

What’re we doing today? Keira wondered, coyly cuddling Cio.

Hmm… Cio pretended to ponder it, wishing they could just cuddle forever.  . . . I think I’ll leave it a surprise.

"Aww! Keira whined into his naked chest, her hot breath heating his ribs, but I wanna know!"

"Don’t worry, it’ll be fun, I promise. When you’re done with your tutoring, we’ll spend the whole day together."

"The whole day? Keira said, like she didn’t believe Cio. Doing what?"

You’re not going to trick me that easy! Cio chortled, tickling Keira; she squeaked and wriggled as his fingers twitched all over her receptive little body, yet as gleefully as she giggled, the bodyguard seemed to be having even more fun.

Ooh—! Cio remembered something crucial, reluctantly releasing Keira. "But before we do anything, we have to meet your dad for breakfast."

Oh, yeah! Keira squealed excitedly. Daddy’s home today!

That’s right, Cio responded, wiping a golden curl away from her wide eyes. So hurry and go get ready for our good day, okay?

’Kay! Keira agreed gladly, hopping off the bed.

I’ll be there right away, Cio called after her kindly, as she skittered off. Don’t leave your room without me, all right?

I won’t, Keira stated reassuringly.

As Keira scampered over the carpet, Cio followed her lean legs the whole way, pulling his engrossed stare out from under the skirt only once her little toes had vanished behind the click of his door. As if snapping out of a vexing trance, Cio released a devastated sigh, solemnly turning his gaze to the floor. Neurotically, he threw a hand through his mane, briefly throwing with it the young girl’s image from his mind, and then he moved into his adjoining bathroom to wash up for their anniversary.

Cio shaved his stubble, brushed his teeth and jumped into the shower almost automatically, his attention far away from his mundane morning tasks, stuck instead on Keira. Eyes unfocused, brain bustling, he was unable to break free from unwelcomed fantasies about her flesh. He thoroughly washed every inch of himself—some inches longer than others—until emerging fully agitated, traversing to his bedroom closet while grumbling about the ideas in his head.

Feeling as though the day was somewhat celebratory, Cio threw on some of his finest clothes, which for him was a pair of dress pants, shined boots and a shirt with buttons done all the way to the top. Everything he wore was black, including the billowing, lightweight coat he draped over his back, though there was some variety to his bland attire. From atop his wardrobe, he plucked a peculiar belt and fastened it around his waist. Attached were four items:

The first item was a silver handgun with a crescent grip. A stylized D had been engraved into its barrel, and circling the fancy letter, the words Darrenger Corporation completed the emblem. The second, third and fourth items were identical, three orbs equally as silver as the handgun, each with two bright blue buttons and the same Darrenger Corporation insignia. As a personal bodyguard, Cio needed to wear the devices, though thankfully, they very rarely needed to be used.

Tucking a dark and soggy coil of hair behind his ear, Cio then grabbed his keys, mobile phone, wallet and watch, concealed his weaponry beneath his coat and exited his room.

Cio surveyed the corridor, watching the many strangers clambering out of their dormitories. Nearly all of them appeared to be around Cio’s age, but some were only teenagers, still young enough to be waking up for high school. Cio had no interest in speaking with any of them, however, so before anybody could notice him, he swiftly crossed the hall, slipping his keycard into the door, seeking Keira.

When Cio entered her white bedroom, closing the door behind him, the leering sun leapt at him through the tall windows. Squinting, he stumbled across the room, nearly knocking the girl’s colossal television off its pedestal. Keira was nowhere to be found, though the sound of swirling water told Cio that she was taking her bath. The thought to open the door that defended her nudity crossed his troubled mind, but instead he drifted anxiously to the windows, gazing out over the virtual ocean of crisp leaves. Beyond the occasional facilities that breeched the canopies, the glass skyscrapers of a polluted city could be seen way out on the horizon. Cio stared at the metropolis but quickly tired of the sun’s assault, so he chose to wait for Keira in a more entertaining manner. Plopping down onto the nearby couch, Cio switched on the large television with the press of a remote.

Apparently, Keira had last been watching trendy new music videos on her favorite channel, and Cio’s least favorite channel, Music/Motion. As soon as the screen flicked on, a perky hostess greeted Cio with vivacious, beaming enthusiasm.

"—and it’s jumped up sixteen places on this week’s countdown! the girl grinned, already grating on Cio’s nerves. But there are no surprises in the top three. Once again, Kailyn Chase controls all the spots. She continues to dominate the sound waves here in Korra, and she’ll soon be dominating the box office as well, the hostess informed an uninterested Cio, as he cycled through the guide with the remote to find something more worthwhile. Pairing up with her father, legendary Strike superstar Rekka Gaell, the hostess continued squawking, Miss Chase will again wow audiences with her new movie, Steel Dawn, which is set to release later this month. Straight off of the film’s soundtrack, at number three, here’s Forgive-You-Nots by our very own Korran girl, Kailyn Chase."

A single bass guitar rumbled through the speakers, but as talented as Cio recognized Kailyn Chase to be, he had heard her songs so often that just the thought of their hypnotic melodies induced mild nausea. It was bad enough that Keira adored the idol, forcing Cio to unintentionally memorize every single word of unreasonably catchy choruses, but every station, mall and boutique seemed intent on permanently scarring his psyche with her music. He wasn’t about to subject himself to it by choice. Before Kailyn Chase adorned the screen, or any instruments could join the lonesome bass, Cio promptly changed the channel, flipping to a national news station. He read the arresting headline on the screen:

NUOL FREED BY D-CORP

 . . . mercenaries from the Darrenger Corporation have succeeded in removing all Tanalese occupants from the Boraggan city of Nuol, after engaging Imperial troops within the city almost three years ago, the reporter reported. The victory has generated widespread hope amongst Boraggan citizens that the Tanalese Empire could be driven out of Boraggo entirely, though others claim…

As the reporter carried on, despair and misery mixed within Cio, and he glanced to a portrait at Keira’s bedside. Inside the frame was a beautiful, smiling woman with big golden curls and mesmerizing emerald eyes. Cio then suddenly spun away from the portrait, as though he had just been slapped by a memory.

Details of Boraggo’s ongoing contract with the Darrenger Corporation are currently undisclosed, the reporter continued, "but D-Corp’s president, Dherik Darrenger, has stated in a recent interview that he and his company continue to work closely with Boraggo’s military to restore order and security to the country. Boraggan youth orphaned during Tanalan’s Conquest are presently being brought overseas into Korra, where Dherik Darrenger hopes to find them stable homes. For more information, visit local children’s shelters near you.

In other D-Corp news, nearly ten-thousand mercenaries were recently purchased by Oshuma to help boost efforts against their own Imperial invasion.

The reporter was now replaced by footage of armed soldiers bolstering a tropical coast. Sporting black armor and silver mesh, busy mercenaries vigilantly guarded the beach, glowering through dark visors under helmets adorned with the Darrenger Corporation’s instantly recognisable emblem. Durable transport ships unloaded masses of troops and tanks, pouring defenses onto the Oshuman shores as the reporter’s voice returned to compliment the commanding images.

"The small island nation, once an active tourist destination, has struggled valiantly against the Empire for nearly half a decade, during which time Tanalan has conquered many other, smaller nations nearby, increasing their number of territories to over ninety. Given Tanalan’s recent success in the area, Oshuman officials established a contract with the Darrenger Corporation, fearing that they could be the next country assimilated into the Tanalese Empire without external aid from the esteemed organization. Oshuma has suffered over sixty-thousand casualties to date, a startling number that grows higher with each—"

Cio abruptly shut off the television, cutting off the reporter.

Pointless… he sighed glumly.

As Cio sank into hatred and gloom, he was roused from his brooding by noises from behind Keira’s washroom door: The sudden rushing and stopping of water, followed by clacks of plastic on porcelain. Keira had just finished brushing her teeth. Knowing her routine by heart, Cio stood and moved to the bathroom door, hesitating only briefly before turning the handle. He was met with stifling humidity, the sweet smell of grapefruit perfume, and Keira examining herself in the mirror. She wore only her bracelet and a towel wrapped tightly around her slippery body, and her moist hair clung to her back, curling down her spine. Cio gulped hard, averting his eyes from her smooth, slender legs, clearing his throat.

At his coughing, Keira spun to face Cio, pointing at her clean mouth.

All done, she chimed, her tongue showing through her missing teeth.

Ogling the nearly naked child, shamefully wishing her towel would fall to the tiled floor, Cio gulped again as a warped daydream infiltrated his mind. He blushed as he pushed the thoughts from his head, gazing tensely at the ground, only to find Keira’s pink discarded underwear. Again Cio’s stare shifted hastily, finally resting upon Keira’s joyful eyes. He breathed deeply to settle his nerves, mustering the control to speak calmly.

Did you bathe okay on your own again? Cio asked awkwardly.

Uh-huh, Keira nodded proudly. I did it all by myself.

"And did you wash every body part?"

"Yes! Keira yelped touchily. I told you, I can do it now!"

All right… . Then you don’t need me to help you anymore, huh?

Keira glowered, and Cio sighed, ashamed of what he was hoping she had answered. He was lost for words, preoccupied with the ones he used to berate himself mentally. Thankfully, Keira looked like she was about to say something.

Um… she began shyly, "do I have to go to class today?"

You know you do, Cio chuckled, breaking up his brewing tension.

"But you said today was special, Keira argued, like a holiday."

And it is—but only for us.

Keira pouted at the floor, so Cio lightly ruffled her springy curls.

"Come on, tutoring isn’t that bad, he said consolingly, resting his hand on her noggin. And once it’s over and done with, we’ll have the whole day to do anything we want."

"Anything we want?" Keira beamed dreamily, lifting his hand off her head.

"Well, anything you want… . Besides, today’s your easy day, just a couple of short classes. You won’t have to stay with Mr. Porter for that long."

Good, Keira said with relief. "He’s so… weird. He always gets so close."

"Yeah, I don’t really like him, either—But don’t tell him that," winked Cio.

Keira giggled at Cio’s remark, scooped her clothes off of the ground and pranced into the next room. As she toddled off to her wardrobe, Cio remained inside the bathroom, doing what he could to keep his wandering daydreams in the realm of fantasy. It took an absurd amount of willpower to resist peeking at Keira when he heard the soft flop of her dropped towel, but Cio repressed his urges, ignoring the temptation. Suddenly, the blare of a stereo crammed his ears full of music off of Kailyn Chase’s latest album. The idol’s friendly, cheerful voice swam from the speakers, and Cio recognized the song as one of Keira’s favorites. Hearing her bracelet jangling, he could only imagine how delectably she was currently dancing.

Cio? Keira called over the loud music. Do grown-ups count as friends? she asked inexplicably.

I don’t know, Cio replied distractedly. Why?

I was just thinking… Keira’s merry tone deteriorated. "No other kids live in the castle. I’ve got nobody else to hang out with—but if you count as a friend, then at least I got one."

I’m not your only friend, Cio said positively. What about Hannah?

"Hannah… ? She’s just my babysitter."

And am I just your bodyguard?

I guess not… . But you’re different.

All right, then… . How about Yuni?

No, not really her, either, Keira stated sullenly. I haven’t even seen her for a long time… . But it’s okay, she claimed, attempting to raise her own spirits. You’re the only friend I need.

Cio was flattered that Keira held him alone at such high esteem, but he wished that she knew someone her own age, or at least someone close to it. Unfortunately she didn’t, and since before she could remember, she never had. At the moment, Cio couldn’t come up with anything to boost Keira’s confidence. All that came out was a quiet, Yeah…

Just then, Cio heard frantic rustling and hopping.

"Oop—!" Keira squeaked, a thud following.

Perhaps overly concerned, Cio spun into the bedroom to check on Keira, and he found her wrestling with white stockings, rocking on the floor in only her panties and a revealing undershirt. Eagerly, Cio watched her struggle before she toppled over, one sock clinging weakly to her foot. His keen stare caught Keira’s little rear, but reluctantly, he was able to drag himself back into the washroom.

Frustrated, Cio knocked his head against the wall, feeling like a recovering alcoholic who had just drained a couple of rapid shots, feeling just as intoxicated.

Where are your clothes? he asked, barely heard over Miss Chase’s song.

Keira beamed as she obtained victory over her sock.

I dunno what I wanna wear yet, she claimed flippantly.

Well pick something, groaned Cio. How long are you going to take?

I dunno—I can’t find anything.

Just hurry up—

I will! whined Keira. Just gimme a sec!

Cio shut his eyes and paused, as if planning a complex strategy. A heated debate twisted inside his head, but his urging conscience failed to dethrone his lust. The opportunity was too tantalizing. He needed to see her, so with a disappointed sigh aimed directly at his own choice, Cio entered Keira’s bedroom.

Come on, he started anxiously, I’ll help you find something.

Keira sat on her blankets half nude, tapping her pouty lips as she explored the colourful contents of her open armoire, kicking her legs over the edge of her bed. Cio couldn’t stop gawking at her soft, hairless body, and he kept glimpsing her nipples through the thin membrane of her undershirt, which was just damp enough from her slightly sweaty skin to see through. Captivated by her beauty, Cio was paralyzed, but he found the motivation to blink when she swiveled—

"What? Keira asked curtly, playing with her long tresses. What is it?"

N-nothing, Cio stammered sheepishly, blushing. N-never mind… And as he looked away, something strange caught his eye: The portrait of the gorgeous blond woman was face down, having evidently been tipped out of sight by Keira. Memories of the woman brought Cio sorrow as he dwelled on her, and he soon realized that Keira must have felt the same way. Ignoring the photo for now, Cio grabbed a remote from the mattress and switched off the distracting stereo. Once the song subsided, Cio speedily inspected Keira before asking her firmly, "There’s nothing in there you want?"

Um… Keira scratched her eyebrow, then shook her head at the clothes. Not really.

What about in your closet? Cio asked impatiently. A door hung ajar, displaying a veritable corridor of clothing. Have you checked in there yet?

No, not yet, Keira replied guiltily.

Exhaling wearily, Cio approached the closet to find something for Keira to wear. However, he was stopped when something startlingly leapt onto his back—

"Gotcha!" Keira laughed, attached to her bodyguard like a lively knapsack.

Playing rambunctiously, Keira wrapped Cio with her willowy legs, rubbing her nose against his back. Cio retaliated, dancing his fingers over her ticklish ribs, and Keira squirmed with delight, dropping off of his back and flailing onto her bed. Thrilled, Cio zealously pounced on his giggly prey, trapping her beneath the dark, smothering wings of his coat. Keira fidgeted cutely as his hand crept below her shirt, caressing her supple skin. Cio longed to taste the strawberry balm on Keira’s candied lips, to lick at her narrow neck, to ease himself into the crushing heat of her purest place.

Keira’s golden hair frolicked as Cio’s play escalated—

He snatched her hips and pulled her close—

He pinned her wrists to the pillows—

Then, with a short gasp, Cio suddenly let go.

Cio slunk repentantly off of Keira, staring as though he had accidentally murdered her, and his eyes pleaded for her forgiveness, but he knew that his trusting darling was too innocent to understand how he had nearly wronged her. Furious with himself, Cio flashed his flowing coat, turning his back to Keira, hiding the proof of his potent hunger, and as Cio cursed his weakness in silence, he clenched his fist so tight he thought his fingers might pierce his palm.

Keira didn’t notice his muted remorse.

Hey, get back here! she gleefully chirped, and she ambushed Cio again, locking him into a chokehold. But Cio was in no mood for games. He ascetically plucked the little girl off and planted her on the bed, holding her shoulders down.

Not now, sweetie… he demanded as calmly as he could. Cio dug a grave glare into Keira’s beaming face, but she only sniggered, mischievously kicking at his waist. He tried keeping the frisky child seated, but she twisted and dangled in his grip, shrieking merrily. If he used any more force, he would have certainly hurt her.

"Keira, that’s enough," Cio ordered, fighting to control more than just his temper. Keira swung sprightly from his arms, her balmy foot rubbing against the ridges of his toned abs, brushing below his belt. Keira’s kittenish roughhousing enticed Cio. He battled for restraint. Her sweet laugh begged him to attack her now, but before his urges overpowered his morals, his frustrations erupted—

"I said that’s enough! Cio roared; Keira froze solid. No more playing, all right?!" he bellowed, and before the words had finished sliding from his mouth, guilt penetrated his heart. Immeasurably regretful, he gazed at Keira’s terrified, doleful face, feeling like he could go bankrupt spoiling her and still not make amends.

Keira teetered on the edge of tears, bewildered by his outburst.

Why’re you yelling at me? she asked, her eyes glazed. What’d I do?

"Nothing, sighed Cio. You didn’t do anything wrong, he told Keira, but he could plainly see that she didn’t understand. I’m sorry, okay? he apologized profoundly. I didn’t mean to yell, it’s just… I… Cio gulped, his voice and focus faltering. He wished he could have told her how alluring she was to him, how delighted and disturbed she made him feel at the same time, but he never could have explained his affliction to Keira. She wouldn’t have understood him, even if he had tried. Just get dressed, honey, okay?" Cio said minimally, suffering privately.

Are you mad at me? Keira asked miserably.

"No, no, I’m not mad at you at all, I’m just… angry. But it’s not your fault."

Keira stared blankly, utterly befuddled.

Then why are you mad? she asked, wiping wells of water from her eyes.

I don’t know, Cio feebly dodged the topic. Truthfully, between the fear of Tanalan’s encroaching conquest and the dilemma of his secret sexual stresses, Cio could have listed dozens of reasons for his inner rage. He strained under the weight of worldwide war, and painful personal thoughts scratched his soul, but Keira didn’t need to know his woes.

Look… Cio joined the child on her mattress, soothing her with repentant strokes to her back, "it doesn’t matter why I’m mad. The point is that I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You don’t deserve that and I’m sorry, okay?"

Yeah, Keira nodded, sniffling, okay…

Do you forgive me? Cio asked insecurely. Are we still friends?

Keira just kept nodding at his questions, still quite confused.

Good girl, grinned Cio, overcome with relief. He kissed Keira amorously, laying his lips to her cheek, and she found the spark to light a small smile. Hug? suggested Cio.

Afraid to lose his friendship, Keira embraced Cio, nuzzling her only source of solace. Ten fraught fingers squeezed at Cio, and he could almost sense her unconditional love erasing all lingering animosity, but he knew that she would forgive him no matter what, even if his cravings finally overwhelmed them both.

I’m sorry… Cio apologized once more, coddling Keira, gently drying her tears with her bed sheet. "This hasn’t been much of a good day so far, has it? Well, that’s going to change—starting right now, Cio promised her devotedly. We’re going to have a lot of fun today, so no more crying, all right?"

All right, sulked Keira.

Now come on, it’s time to get dressed, Cio urged her, patting her back. "You can’t go downstairs like this, right?"

I guess not, Keira shrugged indifferently, though she would have gladly stayed in her pajamas all day long, if she had been allowed.

That’s right. So get in that closet and find something pretty, okay?

Okay, Keira agreed glumly, and she slid off the bed.

I’ll be right here, stated Cio.

Keira didn’t react. She just shuffled away like a depressed prisoner, vanishing behind the door of her spacious closet. The moment she disappeared, Cio sighed and threw himself down on the covers, staring vacantly at the ceiling. A severe blend of loathing and shame constructed itself within his heart as he failed to expel brutal and stimulating visions. He detested his repugnant desires, but hate was not enough to inhibit their influence. They would forever torment him, serving as a perpetual reminder of his appalling, irrepressible abnormality…

Just then, Cio’s reflections were shattered by the call of a soft sob. From within the closet, beseeching whimpers lured him into the shadows, begging for comfort. Cio lurched off the bed and onto his boots and pushed his way into the narrow nook. Wearing a glamorous white gown worthy of a princess’s wedding day, Keira dolefully wept on the carpet, grinding fresh tears into her wrists.

Keira? Cio called sympathetically. Why are you crying?

Keira sniffled, but didn’t respond.

Come on, honey, I said I was sorry, Cio stated, sitting cross-legged with Keira, brushing his head on some of her cute, colorful hanging shirts. What’s wrong?

Unfortunately, his inquiry was only met with more weeping.

Are you still upset with me? Cio wondered, trying to peek at her face.

It’s not that, Keira answered, sniffling.

Then what is it?

Keira hugged her knees and buried her face between them, keeping quiet.

Oh… Cio exclaimed, believing he knew what was afflicting Keira. I saw what you did to your mom’s picture, he informed her, and that’s the dress she gave you for your birthday, isn’t it? Cio added observantly, flicking her sleeve. You miss her again, huh?

Uh-huh, Keira spoke into her knees, her grunts muffled.

Honey, I miss her too, but we can’t go through this every day. You can’t keep crying every time you’re reminded of her, okay? You need to be strong.

You always say that, but I’m just little, sniffed Keira. I’m not strong…

"You can be, Cio told her encouragingly. I know it’s hard, but if you cry whenever you’re feeling hurt or sad, you’ll cry all the time. Thinking about her might be painful, but pain is just a part of life, and you have to able to handle it."

"Well I can’t handle it, cried Keira. I just can’t!"

Come on, don’t say stuff like that. Bad things happen, but they make us stronger. They make us who we are, Cio told her caringly, but while Keira may have realized what he meant years from now, his zealous sermon was doing very little to relieve her present anguish. He would need to take a different approach. You know, Cio restarted, I used to be just like you. I don’t even remember my parents… he said with genuine empathy. "I didn’t have any friends. I still don’t, really. And I definitely never had any brothers or sisters. I grew up alone, lost—afraid, admitted Cio. I cried a lot."

Keira yanked her head out from between her legs, her ears standing up.

"You cried? asked Keira. She couldn’t believe it. But you never cry."

Not anymore—because I have you, Cio said passionately. "My family is gone—I don’t even have a girlfriend—but I do still have someone who loves me, someone who makes me happy, someone to live for… . She’s everything to me, and I’d do anything for her."

" . . . Me?" Keira asked unsurely, poking her own chest.

"Of course you," Cio smiled affectionately.

Feeling truly cherished, Keira beamed from ear to ear, but Cio could see her deceased joy quivering behind her gleaming stare. He thought he’d revive it.

Come here… Cio invited Keira, and she crawled into his lap like a sleepy puppy. Let me tell you something, Keira, he started sagaciously. Lilia was— he paused inexplicably. "Your mom, Cio revised, was a very brave and beautiful person. And you know what? All that courage, her spirit—it’s in you, too. You remind me of her so much… Cio deeply reminisced. But you’ll see: One day you’ll be strong, too."

"Like you?"

"Like her, Cio pointedly corrected Keira. She fought the Empire for you. She sacrificed her life to make this world a better place for everyone, Cio said admiringly. I know it can seem like you’re all alone sometimes, but you’re not. She’ll always be with you—and so will I."

Cio lovingly snuggled little Keira, and she smiled up at him dotingly.

Two years ago, Cio began again, "I promised your mom I would always take care of you. I swore that, no matter what happened, I would keep you safe. I will never break that promise. You’re so special to me, Keira, Cio claimed keenly. I would die for you."

At these words, Keira stretched upwards and kissed his pale cheek.

Please don’t, she spoke sweetly.

Keira struck Cio with her warm embrace, and his heart fluttered. Sighing tranquilly, he caressed Keira as she bundled up against him, and the two relaxed, tangled in each other on the floor of the closet. Inside the cozy cranny, resting beneath hanging clothes and shadows, Cio felt as though he had escaped with Keira into an underground cave, far away from marching mercenaries and the ravenous talons of the Tanalese Empire. She was absolutely safe here alone with him, and he wondered why he had ever doubted that. Clinging to the sanctuary of her bodyguard’s strong arms, Keira forgot all about loss and lonesomeness. Cio stroked the little angel, eased by the calming heat that soaked into him through her graceful gown. In that moment, he was glad to be so inexcusably in love.

Stay perfect for me, Keira, whispered Cio.

"Hee-hee, simpered Keira. Happy anniversary, Cio…"

Chapter Two

A BLISSFUL BREAKFAST

K eira’s white, silky dress was beautiful, extravagant and impossible to put on alone. It hung loosely off her frame, but Cio worked diligently to remedy that, sitting on her untidy bed and quickly crossing the lacy straps over her bare back.

I remember the birthday when you got this thing… Cio remarked, as he tediously wrapped Keira up like a present. "In Oshuma, all little girls get dresses like these when they turn five. At least, if their families can afford it, Cio added instructively, tugging a strap tight like a shoelace. Your mom used to travel over there all the time, back before they were invaded by Tanalan. She loved Oshuma."

What’s it like there? Keira wondered curiously.

"Well, it’s a big island—much bigger than ours, Cio started educationally, with lots of sand and lots of water. It’s very sunny, very hot, and it never snows."

Never snows… ? But then how do they get ice cream?

What? Keira, ice cream isn’t— Cio sighed resignedly. Never mind…

"Have you ever been there?"

Lilia brought me once, for a vacation… Cio said dreamily. If the fighting ever stops out there, we’ll have to go together someday, too, he invited Keira. "Aaand . . . done, Cio exclaimed with relief, finished tying her gown. Ready?"

Before responding, Keira analyzed herself in her vanity mirror. From the roots of her bouncy curls right down to her buckled slippers, Keira shimmered in white and gold. The sun glared jealously through the windows, wishing it could shine half as radiantly. To keep from gawking, Cio busied himself with the bed, fixing its scrambled sheets. He then realized that the portrait of Keira’s mother was still face down. Flipping the photo upright, Cio examined it nostalgically.

Keira broke his concentration when she asked uncertainly, Am I pretty?

The answer was so obvious, Cio nearly burst with laughter.

Of course you are, he told her over his shoulder. "You’re very pretty."

That was all the confirmation she needed.

"Hee, thanks! Keira grinned at her reflection, gracefully twirling her skirt, brimming with self-esteem. Now, come on—Let’s eat!" she demanded hungrily.

Got your bracelet? Cio asked inexplicably, sounding slightly paranoid.

Yepp! Keira gave a peppy yelp, jangling the metallic flowers and insects around her wrist like a tambourine.

All right, we’re all set, Cio declared, leading the way out.

Trailing Keira like a shadow, Cio closed her bedroom door behind them as they departed. Coat fluttering over her like a shield, black boots stamping right behind Keira, he followed her down the long corridor. The hall that was once littered with weary youths had since cleared, the rows of dormitories evacuated. At least, Cio assumed so—

BOOM!

Just then, a petite brunette teen stumbled through her door in a flustered rush—Cio speedily stepped ahead of Keira, preventing her from being trampled, but he collided with the hasty young lady instead, snaring her within his arms.

"Oops! the teen squeaked, slumped against Cio. I am so sorry!"

Hi, Hannah! Keira waved cheerfully.

You should really watch where you’re going, Cio scolded the clumsy girl, almost throwing her away. You’re going to hurt someone.

"I know; I’m sorry, Hannah repeated earnestly, shutting her dorm door. I slept in—again. I gotta get to the dining hall; I hate when my food is cold!"

I don’t care, barked Cio. You need to be more careful.

Yes, sir! Hannah mocked him, delivering a three-fingered salute.

Cio crossly folded his arms, sighing at her derisively—

Whap!—Hannah playfully slapped his shoulder, further agitating Cio.

Lighten up, will you? Hannah beamed, hoping her glee was contagious. Cio just glared at her, lips pursed. "Man, you’re such a downer. I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes. It’s like the only one you’re ever nice to is Keira."

I’m nice, Cio argued, though Hannah didn’t seem to believe him at all.

I’m still your friend, anyway, she replied, patting his shoulder.

Cio glowered, but the energetic teenager ignored the grumpy black lump and beamed at Keira instead, who smiled back at her even more energetically.

"How’re you doing, sweetie?" asked Hannah.

"I’m goood," Keira replied endearingly.

Yeah? I saw you on TV the other day! Was that your first Strike game?

Yepp, nodded Keira. Cio took me, she added, poking at her protector.

"What was it like being called down onto the field by the Rekka Gaell?! Hannah eagerly asked Keira, as if wishing to live vicariously through her account. You must’ve been so nervous!"

A little, shrugged Keira.

"Well, you handled it better than I would have—I’m such a huge Gaell fan, I probably would’ve just giggled like an idiot the whole time, heh-heh!"

Cio focused his glower, thinking that she was giggling like an idiot now.

"He’s not that great," he murmured.

"WHA—?! Hannah gasped with shock. What do you mean he’s not that great?! she shrieked at Cio. He’s lead the league in goals since his rookie year, she started enthusiastically, counting his accomplishments on her fingers, holds too many records to count, and in a sport where bones are broken almost every game, he has never, ever been injured—EVER! Rekka Gaell is the most amazing, most incredible, awesome Strike player who ever lived!"

Gaell is a jackass, Cio replied brusquely. And a terrible actor.

Hannah twitched, looking like she was going to knock him out.

"Y-you can’t expect him to be the best at everything!"

I just don’t get your obsession with the guy, Cio flatly criticized Hannah. You shouldn’t worship someone just because they’re famous.

"You only think that because you’re famous, too," argued Hannah.

"I’m not even famous, really. I mean, Keira is, but she’s D-Corp’s heiress. I’m just a nanny with a gun," Cio said humbly.

What? Hannah raised an eyebrow. "Man, if President Darrenger wasn’t so well-known, people would think you were Keira’s dad. I don’t even think you could find a picture of her without you in it. Everyone knows who you are, Cio."

"Maybe, but I’m not important. I get why Keira gets so much attention: She’s going control thousands of mercenaries someday. She’ll affect the entire planet. But Gaell? He’s just some jerk who runs around a field throwing a ball."

"Well, there’s way more to Strike than that, said Hannah. But anyway, that’s what makes him so cool. He’s super famous, but he’s just a normal dude. Like you, except, you know—better," Hannah added flippantly.

Cio glowered again, while Hannah sighed wistfully, oblivious to his stare.

"I still think it’s so inspiring how he adopted Kailyn Chase after her mom and dad died… swooned Hannah. She probably wouldn’t even be famous if it wasn’t for him, and now she’s so adored by everybody. Gaell has such a caring soul—Ooh! Hannah suddenly shivered. What I’d give for one night with him!"

"Okay, I think we’ll be going now, Cio said curtly, jetting away with Keira. See you around—"

"Wait, where’re you headed? Hannah asked nosily, skipping after them down the hallway. Are you going down to breakfast? Let’s all eat together—"

We’re eating with Keira’s dad today, stated Cio. You’re not invited.

"Ooh, the boss is back? replied Hannah. He’s been overseas for weeks. You must’ve missed him, huh, Keira?"

She has, Cio spoke for the child. "That’s why we’re trying to get to him, he added irritably. We’re late as it is. Can’t you bother someone else?"

"Aww—Mr. Sourpuss is cranky," Hannah teased Cio, talking like a toddler, rubbing her eyes as if she was crying.

Cio didn’t bother looking at her, so he missed all her droll miming.

"Why’re you always so mad?" Hannah wondered, dropping her hands.

Lots of reasons, Cio replied coolly, furtively caressing Keira’s knuckles.

Hannah hurried forward and hopped in his way, stopping Cio.

Then tell me, she demanded bluntly.

No, Cio said expressionlessly, simply walking around Hannah. I can’t…

Why not? I’m your friend; you can talk to me about anything.

Not really, shrugged Cio.

Not really, you can’t talk to me, or not really, I’m not really your friend? Hannah wondered indignantly. Which one is it, Cio?

"The other one, Cio answered vaguely just to bug her, making her pout. Just trust me, he added sternly, some things should just stay secret."

If you say so, Hannah surrendered, jogging to catch up.

On their way to breakfast, Cio, Keira and Hannah emptied into the castle foyer from the top of its sprawling staircase. An influx of sunrays mingled with the glow of an extravagant chandelier overhead, shining brilliantly upon them as they moved down the stairs. Multiple strangers appeared behind them, exiting elevators at the top of the steps and piling into the impressive marble hall. Busy passersby, buzzing with chatter, surrounded Cio and his cute companions, but in general, people left him alone, only greeting the young girl he guarded briefly, if they had the guts. Like a menacing hawk, Cio hovered over Keira and Hannah, warning onlookers to keep their distance or otherwise declare mortal combat.

Morning, Miss Darrenger, one teenage boy dared address Keira.

Keira merrily waved at the boy—until Cio protectively shrouded her with his wafting coat, like a vampire blocking its pale face from the sparkling sunlight.

Your dad is waiting, he strictly muttered to Keira. Let’s hurry, okay?

Strolling by the huge steel doors of the manor’s main entrance, babbling the whole way about Strike and Rekka Gaell, Hannah chased Cio and Keira down another, much more scenic, corridor. Expensive stone had been replaced with plain, painted walls and carpet, a change common to the multi-textured manor. Windows lined Cio’s right side like soldiers at attention, displaying the packed parking lot and the wooded outdoors. People piled out of archways to Cio’s left, rubbing full, satisfied stomachs, and through the open arches, Cio could see a cafeteria that had nearly been evacuated, its tables cluttered with dirty dishes.

Hannah gazed keenly into what was evidently the dining hall.

Well, this is my stop, she announced, drifting away from Cio and Keira. Have fun with the boss!

Bye, Hannah! chimed Keira. I hope your food isn’t cold!

I hope so, too, sweetie, Hannah chuckled, blowing a kiss, and Cio found himself gawking at her until she had ducked under an archway and disappeared.

Hee-hee! Keira giggled bashfully.

"What’re you so happy about?" wondered Cio.

"You like her!" sang Keira.

"I do not like your babysitter, he scoffed. Besides, she’s got a boyfriend."

So? You still like her!

You don’t know what you’re talking about, Cio exasperatedly told Keira, speaking to her as though they were the same age.

"Then if you don’t like Hannah, who do you like?" Keira asked intently.

Cio stayed quiet, his mouth taut.

Come on, tell me, begged Keira. Who do you think is hot?

"Who do I what? snapped Cio. Y-you’re too young to know about that, Cio claimed loudly. Just what is Hannah teaching you when I’m not around?"

Lots of stuff, shrugged Keira. I love our girl-talks; she’s so cool.

Well, you shouldn’t be learning about love yet, Cio said disapprovingly. You’re only seven.

How old should I be, then? Keira wondered keenly.

"At least—twenty," Cio decided sternly.

"Twenty?! Keira gasped incredulously. But that’s so… old! she believed. What if I wanna know about love now?"

You don’t, Cio informed her directly, you still think kissing is gross.

Oh, yeah… Keira said, as though she had actually forgotten. But—

Come on, we’ve wasted enough time, stated Cio. Let’s get moving.

Around the corner and at the end of the corridor, a majestic dining room, one resembling a cozy cottage on a snowy mountaintop, awaited Cio and Keira. Fur and mounted antlers aside, they noticed three scarlet placemats loaded with dishes and silverware, two for them and one for Keira’s father. The long wooden table, which stood on twelve skillfully crafted legs to support its generous span, was large enough to accommodate a family of thirty, and behind the table, a grandfather clock stood like an attentive butler. However, amongst all the fine dishes and inviting chairs, the most imperative piece, Keira’s father, was missing.

Where’s daddy? Keira wondered uneasily, her head pivoting frantically, as though he might have been hiding on the ceiling.

Cio consulted the grandfather clock.

We’re not really that late, he lied. He’s probably on his way right now.

Reassured, Keira relaxed and selected the nearest chair with a placemat. Cio took the seat beside her, and with nothing left to do but wait, they waited, hoping that the last reserved table setting would see its owner soon.

Holding Keira’s dainty hand, Cio edgily rapped his free fingers against the table. Five minutes passed, disrupted only by idle chitchat and a few jokes. Keira stared vigilantly down the hallway, anxiously anticipating her father’s arrival, but another several minutes went by and still there was no sign of Dherik Darrenger.

Daddy’s coming, right? Keira asked tensely.

You know how he is, replied Cio. Something held him up, I’m sure.

Maybe he forgot about me again…

Don’t say that, Cio said, as though Keira had just cussed. He’s only late by—Cio consulted the grandfather clock again—half an hour… he swallowed. But we were pretty late, too, right?

"He probably did forget, Keira said forlornly, I just know it…"

Cio could see the tears glazing her downturned eyes, and couldn’t bear to see her so devastatingly disappointed. She might’ve started crying, if she wasn’t distracting herself by fiddling with the charms on her bracelet. And so, eager to see Keira beam again, Cio revealed a part of his grand plan for their anniversary.

Hey… Cio casually nudged Keira, who was that singer you liked again? he feigned ignorance. Carly something—?

"Kailyn Chase, Keira vigorously corrected him, as though he was stupid. She’s my favorite…" she added soberly, still looking rather glum.

"Oh, right, that was it. Kailyn Chase… Cio pondered the renowned name. She’s pretty good, eh?"

"She’s the best, Keira corrected him again, but I’m too little to watch all her movies. They’re always for grown-ups," she complained contemptuously.

Well, what if I told you she wants to meet you? Cio said unexpectedly.

Keira gasped and spun at him, gaping as though he had sprouted horns.

How do you know?

Simple, Cio smirked smugly, she told me herself—

No, she didn’t! Keira laughed with skepticism, shoving Cio in his chair. "You’re such a liar! You don’t know Kailyn. How would you know Kailyn?"

"Well, I don’t actually know her, but I did talk to her dad after the Strike game, Cio beguilingly told Keira. I talked to her, too—over the phone, anyway."

Liar! bellowed Keira.

Heh, Cio chuckled, too bad you don’t believe me. You’re really going to let Kailyn down when you don’t show up. If you don’t want to hang out with her, I guess I could bring someone else, though, he figured. Maybe I’ll take Yuni—

NO! screeched Keira.

What’s wrong with Yuni?

"Don’t take your old girlfriend! Keira protested with disgust. Take me! I wanna go! Can I go? Can I see Kailyn, pleeease?" she begged, bouncing excitedly.

"Hmmmmm . . . Cio tipped his gaze into the air, pretending to deliberate.  . . . Okay, he decided at last. We’ll drive over to her place later—"

"Ooh, thank you! Keira squealed ecstatically, this time hugging Cio in his chair, and his cheeks turned a deeper scarlet than the placemats. I can’t wait! clapped Keira. You better not be joking!" she threatened him adorably.

I’m not, laughed Cio. And you’re welcome. Now, look behind you…

Keira swiveled at his instructions, and her elated grin grew even bigger.

Daddy! she shrieked, scrambling out of her chair and down the corridor. You’re here, you’re here!

Strolling starkly towards Keira, the celebrated president of the Darrenger Corporation appeared intimidating, even dangerous, as though he was about to remove the detonator to a bomb he had hidden inside his jacket. With slick, golden hair like icicles, a sharp green stare and the large, hooked nose of a noble eagle, he approached his young daughter as though he meant to assassinate her, wearing a black suit and a forced smile.

Keira ran to him with glee, but her sprint slowed to a halt when she saw that her famous father hadn’t come alone. Lurking behind him was a freakishly odd and unbelievably beautiful young woman who, if it was possible, was even more intimidating than Dherik Darrenger. Her creamy skin was paler than bone, her scanty black dress displayed her fit, curvy body, and her black hair was tangled, as if woven by some mentally deranged spider. Most of the webbing found its way down to her round, plentiful breasts, but a single sideways pigtail jutted out above her ear like a branch. Apparently, she had styled her hair this way. On purpose.

The odd woman sauntered inelegantly, nearly tripping over her own bare feet. Suddenly, she stopped clumsily, locking a longing leer to Cio. Even from a distance, he could tell that her eyes were an intense, fiery violet. Then, on the verge of giggling, the woman bolted towards him at an amazing pace. Before Cio could grasp what was happening, she had blown past Keira and was in the air, throttling his collar and standing on his chest. Full weight bearing down on Cio, naked toes gripping at his shirt, she slammed him down and sat on his sternum.

Hi! the woman grinned animatedly.

Keira lurched towards her fallen bodyguard, but was too timid to move.

Breathless, the weird woman embraced Cio with her muscular legs.

What’s your name? she wondered, letting the long half of her wild hair tickle his nose. Her crazed face hovered over him, somewhere between insanity and ultimate joy. Speechless, huh? she tittered at Cio. Am I that pretty?

Um—C-could you get off, maybe? Cio requested, mortified. The woman was leaning so close, her hefty breasts were virtually massaging his red cheeks.

What for? the woman asked obliviously. Am I too heavy or something? Are you calling me fat? she asked unsurely.

"No, you’re not fat," Cio snapped, nearly biting her bosom.

Then what’s the problem?

At that moment, Dherik Darrenger cleared his throat.

That’s enough, Bliss, his commanding voice called out to the woman. She turned tamely, still seated on top of Cio. There’s no need to get so excited.

We’re just fooling around, Bliss claimed innocently.

You promised you’d behave, Dherik reminded Bliss. "Now—Up."

"Oh, fine," Bliss sulked, then she sort of rolled off of Cio and onto her feet.

Humiliated, Cio hastily stood up and dusted himself off, looking sideways at Keira, as if apologizing to her for not overwhelming Bliss. Cio knew that the