A Second Chance at Love

Soren awoke slowly to the gentle caresses of his left cheekbone, the one that Mia had slapped years ago. He blinked a couple of time before noticing the figure who was doing it to him.

“Mia?!”

The indigo-hair girl crushed her lips against Soren’s, causing the wind sage to go wide-eyed in shock. When had Mia arrived?! And when had she ever had feelings for him?! Not that he would complain however, quickly giving into her kiss. He had wanted this for awhile, to taste her soft lips. Mia pulled away softly, a faint glow upon her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’ve never told you until now…but… I love you Soren. Please let me show you how much I love you.”
Soren looked over Mia quickly, trying to gauge what her intentions were. It didn’t seem bad, so he gave Mia his approval. A grin quickly grew across Mia’s face as she gave him a quick peck and began to work on pushing up his cloak. Soren’s eyes grew wide with fear. Was she planning on having sex with him?! He had never done it before, though he was beginning to regret taking up Tethys’ offer on that as well.

As quickly as she had lifted up the cloak Mia began to pull down his pants, an engorged member popping up to say hello. Mia stared it, softly licking her lips before placing her right hand delicately around his dick, pumping it at an even rate. It was moments before Soren could hold back a groan of arousal. Mia smiled wickedly.

“So you like that huh? You’ll love this then Soren.”

Mia licked her lips and then opened her mouth to take Soren’s member. While still caressing his dick with her soft hands, she began to swirl her tongue around the tip, only stopping to push Soren’s dick farther down her throat. Soren had never felt a sensation like this ever before in his life. The moisture and the heat were sensational…no…Mia was sensational. No, amazing! Wait! Orgasmic! Why hadn’t he confessed to her sooner!? Suddenly Soren began to feel something building up inside of him. The feelings were so intense he wasn’t sure he would be able to control it…

“Get up. Now.”

“Huh?”

Soren awoke abruptly by a swift kick in his side. He winced in pain, trying to quickly get to his feet. Ike had his hands bound behind him, and men in masks were on each of his sides. But where was Mia in this chaos? Had she escaped? The masked man who had kicked him forcefully turned him around to bind his hands as well.

“Hey boss, check out this fucker!” One called pointing to Soren’s crotch, “We must’ve interrupted something real good!” Soren looked down at himself. He hadn’t noticed that he had cum on himself. It meant that Mia never was there doing all those things; It was only a wet dream. Soren’s face burned with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that it had only been a dream. It was too real even for his tastes.

The masked men began to laugh at Soren as they hauled the two mercenaries off deep into the woods. The fact that these masked men wouldn’t let Soren clean himself just embarrassed him even more. It was like they wanted everyone to know his shame; He had creamed himself while asleep. Soren looked to Ike for support, but Ike could only give him a shrug as if to say it happens. Not good enough.

Soren’s mind continued to flash back to his dream as they walked. He was ashamed of himself, but at the same time the feeling of release he got from the dream with Mia was exhilarating. He silently hoped for that second chance he’d wished for earlier in the night would come sooner than he hoped for. For all her knew they would be dead that evening.

“You’re a silent bunch aren’t you?” One of the masked men said directed to Soren, curious to why they weren’t struggling. “Is it because you’re afraid of us? Or could it be because you’re embarrassed of your immatureness?” It was then that Ike rammed his body into the masked man, knocking him and the male over. He proceeded to then bash his head into the masked man’s, immediately cracking the mask and giving Ike deep gash on his forehead. The others quickly lifted Ike off the other man, gripping him tighter than before. “Stupid Mercenary!” The man with the cracked mask cursed, “Your lucky that your wanted alive, otherwise I’d kill you and your pathetic friend!” Soren looked over at Ike apologetically, feeling guilty for the fact that Ike was now bleeding because of him. Ike was too good of a friend to Soren, despite everything they had been though.

It was a half hour or so until they had arrived at a camp, a huge fire ablaze surrounded by tent, figures dancing around it as if to celebrate the return of a hunt. Without stopping however Soren and Ike were pushed into the nearest tent, obviously the tent for prisoners. The two were quickly seated and tied up to a support pole in the middle of the tent then left for their minds to wander. Looking over at Ike, Soren could see that he blood on his forehead was beginning to dry a deep brown instead of a crimson red. Guilt began to wash over Soren.

“Ike I’m-”

“It’s fine Soren. Really, doesn’t even hurt anymore. Besides, I know you would do the same for me.”
Soren nodded, closing his mouth again. The two sat in silence one more.

“They don’t look like they’re laguz.” Ike said opening his mouth, trying to analyze their situation, “I didn’t see wings, tails, or ears on any of them. They could be the dragon laguz rebelling in Goldoa, but I highly doubt that. Those dragons are too stubborn to leave their country.” Soren nodded in agreement.

“That could be a possibility.” A voice overhearing them from outside the tent, “But then again why would I be here fraternizing with the enemy?”

Soren blinked. Was it who he thought it was?! It couldn’t be. That Pervert Should be…
The side of the tent’s sheet slid up, a familiar red headed man before them. Ike smirked, which then quickly turned into a laugh. “Shinion you son of a bitch.” Ike said with a softened chuckle, “You would be in a place
like this.”

The experienced archer crossed his arms and smirked back. “No, I knew you two would’ve been dumb enough to stop overnight.” He said coolly. “You’re always thinking about your men’s well being Ike… It’s a shame that this area hasn’t been safe since you two left.” Soren looked at Shinon with confused eyes as he proceeded to untie him and Ike. “What do you mean Shinon?” He asked unsure.

“That means Soren that you two are in a Tribe known as the Masqueraders.” Shinon explained as he finished untying them, “They are bandits, murderers, and exiled beorc. The filthy laguz are killed and skinned on the spot if found by the masqueraders.” Soren gripped his wrist tightly; glad to be free of his bindings. Although Shinon seemed to still have a disliking toward the laguz, Soren was disheartened to hear that these people had more of a disliking toward them.

“Despite this however I find out they act as weak excuse of a mercenary.” Shinon continued, “ If Kurthanaga was poisoned by anyone, I would say it has to be this group. We just need to figure who hired them. That can wait however, considering we need to get out of here before-“

At that moment, one of the masqueraders entered the room, his eyes wide underneath the mask. Before the three could silence him he began to shout out to his companions. It was quickly silenced as Shinon shot the man in between the eyes and cleanly though the mask with an arrow. “Unnecessary.” Soren said glaring slightly, “That’s just going to make them mad.”

“They’re already pissed off because you’re escaping.” Shinion said with a smirk, “Might as well put the icing on top of the cake.”

“Stop bickering you two and let’s go!” Ike groaned as he grabbed Ragnell from the corner of the small tent. “We need to get out of here before too many come for us.”

The sage and the archer nodded in agreement Soren quickly picked up his arc wind tome and followed Ike and Shinion outside, hoping to escape without a scratch. By the time Soren had lifted the flap to the tent however Ike had already cut down four men, their corpses now on the dusty ground. Shinion had shot one masquerader through the heart and another on in between the eyes. He turned to yell at Soren. “Let’s go slowpoke! We don’t need you dying on us!” Soren grumbled underneath his breath as he began to run after the two mercenaries, chanting a spell or two to throw the masqueraders high into the surrounding trees. Soren didn’t kill unless his life was truly in danger; That was one thing he believed in.

Within minutes most of the Masqueraders had fled, mostly from fear of death at the hands of Ike and Shinion. The three slowed down, their pace now at a walk. “Well at least we got away.” Ike said, wiping Ragnell clean on his cape, “We left most of our supplies back where we camped, but we can always get more once we arrive in Gallia.” Soren nodded in agreement, knowing very well they had left most of their belongings. “I’m sure that Skirmir will give it to us gladly with our past history anyway.” Soren said turning his attention to Shinion, “How is that stubborn fool doing though Shinon?”

“You ask me like I’m best friends with the laguz.”

“Oh. Sorry, I forgot you’re an asshole.” Soren said with a scowl, knowing very well that he wouldn’t be in Gallia if it wasn’t for Ike.”

“Speak for yourself twerp.” Shinion shot back. Soren was going to make another rude comment toward him when he quickly remembered what Tethys said to him before he had left:

“Be Kind to everyone, even if they are not kind to you back. You’ve hurt a lot of people’s feelings, and it will take time for them to open up to you… especially Mia.”

Soren’s scowl grew bigger, but he knew he had to say something to Shinion. “Listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you an asshole.”

Shinion looked at Soren as if he was playing some sick game on him. “Riiight.” Was Shinion’s reply, “I bet you didn’t.”

“I’ve been trying to change my attitude around everyone” Soren tried to explain, “so just… cut me some slack… ok? I apologized to you.”

“Whatever” Shinion said with a smirk, “I know there’s something more to that… and trust me I’ll find out… in the
meantime, you’re forgiven.”

Soren sighed softly. Maybe this was the beginning of change….

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Author Note
So I forgot the name of Ike's sword. It's tragic isn't it? But as you can see I found the name of it again. Why am I bringing this up? Because I found the name of it on a forum site called brawl central(obviously for ssbb) and it was talking about ragnell and what it was made of... and some of the responses amused me. Here they are.

1-I think Ike's sword is just loaded with pwnage if you ask me. The canon sound- thats actually everyone losing their virginity to Ike's rampage.

2-I'm pretty sure Ike's sword is loaded with gunpowder. Everytime you hit someone with it, it sounds like a canon firing.

3-Ike's sword is full of Pwnage. IT GLOWS WHEN YOU USE IT!!! It's true. Just look carefully, it glows with a golden light when Ike swings it.

As you can see unanimously everyone agrees it's pure pwnage. Lmfao Anyway tune in to see what happens next