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	Chapter Two
	Auron swallowed back the rising desire that he had encountered when he first laid eyes upon the frightened girl. Rikku’s shining, golden hair was a beacon of light to counter the looming darkness, cascading down her back and shoulders, a surreal glow forming upon the crown of her head in the intensity of moonlight that bathed the interior of the room. His hollow eyes travelled shamelessly downwards, drinking in every aspect of her highly desirable body as he could. Auron noted that as he continued his silent approval, Rikku tugged at the bottom of her skirt self-consciously, physically willing the hem to extend further and cover the copious amount of unveiled flesh. A ferocious blush staining her cheeks, the girl raised her tear-filled eyes to Auron’s, the key to her heart portrayed through the intensity of her gaze. A swift intake of breath escaped from her lips, her eyes growing wide as she focused upon the man who stood before her. A prominent scar marred his handsome face, barely concealed behind the dark glasses that hid his eyes. His dark hair, prematurely peppered with grey and the lines that patterned his weary face, hinted that the warrior was in fact younger than Rikku had originally made him out to be. The man had obviously been through a lot of trauma in his life that many were blissfully unaware of, preferring to keep his silent pain hidden behind the stoic barrier that had been erected around his emotionless heart. The intricate red coat that the warrior wore over his normal garb hid the majority of his body from view, but Rikku could tell that the man was powerful. She gulped as the visitor gestured for her to come closer. Hesitantly, she left the safety of the bed, coming to a halt within inches of the waiting warrior, her face focused upon the floor in a timid gesture. The man before her took a step forward, his large, calloused hands coming to rest atop Rikku’s frail shoulders, his nimble fingers brushing lightly across her soft skin through the delicate fabric of the scant shirt that she wore. She could feel the man’s gaze resting intently upon her downcast head, but she refused to meet his gaze. ”Show me your face.” Rikku squirmed as she felt the warrior’s hand cupping her chin, gently raising her head when the girl did not comply with his request. Still, Rikku blatantly refused to open her eyes, fearing the man’s actions should her heritage be revealed. Auron sighed at her defiance, one of his hands lowering to Rikku’s waist to prevent further movement. He grit his teeth together as she recoiled from the unfamiliar touch, cursing fatalities upon the men who had obviously treated the girl very badly. He ceased caressing her cheek; his hand coming to stroke the soft, golden locks of hair in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. “Open your eyes.” Slowly, Rikku opened one of her eyes, revealing the spiralled emerald orb that lay within. Auron could perceive the fear that permeated the depths: fear, the warrior reminded himself, that his very presence invoked. “You need not fear me.” His words were soft and strangely comforting to her ears. Rikku chanced to look up at the gentle warrior, unaccustomed to being treated like a genuine person rather than as an object of lust. Tentatively, her hand reached up of its own accord, removing the obscuring glasses from his face and placing them respectfully upon the small table. Her nimble fingers moved lower, swiftly unbuckling the straps that held his cowl in place and discarding it. Auron made no move to refrain Rikku from her actions. Even though this stranger had invaded his personal space and was currently stripping the warrior of his dignity, he did not consider her a threat to his safety. Auron did not expect that many customers had shown the younger Al Bhed the same trust that he had bestowed upon her – and effectively wished to inform her that not all men were perpetual beasts. Rikku raised her eyes to his, a silent question hidden in them. She cleared her throat, her voice hitching slightly with nervousness. “Who are you?” “I am Auron,” he answered, his low tone strangely soothing to the girl, calming her frightened nerves. Somehow, she knew that this strong, powerful man who now held her in his arms was unlike the customers who had taken advantage of her vulnerability before. Although Rikku was still unaware as to the full extent of Auron’s presence here, she felt as if his intentions were good, and that she could trust him. Finally breaking eye contact with the girl before him, Auron’s gaze was directed to the large, ornate bed, situated in the centre of the room. He held his hand out to Rikku who took the proffered limb, allowing the warrior to lead her over to the bed. She sat nervously upon the edge, her long, nimble fingers smoothing out the creases of her skirt, before moving to tangle nervously in the folds of the silk coverlets. Rikku felt Auron move to sit on her right, both his presence and their present location combined now beginning to have an immediate effect on her heightened senses. Every small sound or movement was picked up by Rikku’s sensitive ears, her breathing heavy and coming in short gasps. She began to vividly remember the many men that had come before Auron, who whispered soft words of comfort in her ear and later mercilessly defiled her body. A small whimper escaped past her lips and she turned her face away from the man beside her who was now unfastening the many buckles of his coat. He paused in his actions, frowning as he reached out, placing his large, rough hand over her smaller one. Auron studied her quizzically, guiding her trembling body forward as a tear escaped from her eyes, trailing down the delicate skin of her cheek, glistening in the solitary ray of moonlight. Her head fell forward onto his strong shoulder, burying her face into the soft material of the warrior’s undershirt. His muscular arms encircled Rikku’s slim waist, cradling her lithe body as he offered the frightened girl what comfort he could. He drew her further into his embrace, allowing her tears to fall steadily upon his bare shoulder. She continued to cry bitterly, her fragile frame wracking with the malevolent sobs that tore through her body. Auron patted her back awkwardly, unaccustomed to comforting weeping women. His deft fingers rubbed soothing circles over the soft hollow of her back, his large, calloused hands warm and soothing against her shivering flesh. Gradually, Rikku’s tears began to subside and she sniffled quietly against the crook of Auron’s neck. His unique scent was intoxicating and Rikku felt as if she could drown in his presence. Carefully, he drew her away, the rough pad of his thumb brushing tenderly over her cheek, wiping away the few, resilient tears that still remained there. Embarrassed at her emotional outburst, Rikku turned her face away from his intense stare, only to be refrained from doing so by Auron’s strong hand hooking under her chin. Rikku gulped around the large, obscuring lump that had risen, unbidden, in her throat as Auron’s calloused, but surprisingly gentle hands, moved to cradle her face, forcing their eyes to lock. A demure blush spread across Rikku’s tear-stained cheeks as the intensity of the warrior’s gaze seemed to pierce her very soul, his lips moving to kiss away the star-touched tears that littered her gentle features. Her eyes drifting dreamily closed at the foreign sensations Auron was now inflicting upon her unresisting body, Rikku sighed as she was drawn further into the warrior’s embrace, his welcoming touch feeling like heaven as his gentle fingers stroked her golden hair. Her ear pressed close to Auron’s powerful chest, Rikku was lulled by the warm beating of his heart. Disentangling himself from the girl’s firm hold, the man held her at arms’ length, studying her face. She was young: much younger than he had originally anticipated. Her youthful eyes sparkled in the starlight, the briefest hint of hopefulness lingering briefly behind the inclination of her emerald eyes – barely enough to acknowledge that she had not completely given up hope. He heaved a deep sigh, wondering what in the name had happened to this girl to reduce her to a complete state of nothingness. He had a feeling he was going to find out. Sighing, Auron pulled the girl close again. She was quiet; her energy spent by the numerous tears that she had shed. Reaching blindly behind him, the warrior groped in the darkness for his discarded coat, proceeding to wrap it around Rikku’s shivering shoulders. Raising a heavily-scarred hand, Auron rubbed his aching temple, attempting to quell the pain that had risen there. She did not belong in this accursed place. Although Auron had only known Rikku for a comparatively short time, he would not be able to live with himself if he allowed her to be subjected to this mental and physical torture that she had already been exposed to. There was little he could do for the countless women that had already chosen their fate – but Rikku was held here against her will; forced to comply with situations that had not been of her choosing. “Rikku,” he murmured, his soft, smoky voice rumbling through his chest, sending deep vibrations throughout his muscular body from where the girl still lay reclined against his torso. She sniffled in response, her tentative fingers reaching out to caress the velvet folds of his coat that had been draped around her, pulling the material closer to her body. Placing her hands on his chest and using his body as leverage, Rikku manoeuvred herself backwards, her emerald eyes huge in the aftermath of her tears. She glanced timidly up at the warrior, studying his countenance from under her thick eyelashes. Auron swallowed at the scrutiny. He was aware of the trust that now existed between the pair now that Rikku had discovered his honourable intentions, but the intensity of her gaze was disconcerting. Especially in one so young. The warrior felt as if Rikku was delving directly into the deepest recesses of his soul, depicting his secrets with a single glance that left him naked before her judgement. “Gather your things. You are coming home with me.”
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