Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Day ❯ Regular Blondies? part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's Note: Long overdue~ Both this story and the remake of Ai no Kusabi. I mean, It's kinda cool how I had put this off for so long and now... Yea...

This is very much an AU, with the characters based off from both Rieko Yoshihara's Ai no Kusabi and Kira Takenouchi's Taming Riki.

Haven't read Taming Riki? Aaaah.

Just to clear things up: The Blondies are still androids and the many planets are now on one 'Great Continent', even though... The rest would spoil it. Just keep in mind the quote-unquote.

Summary a.k.a. Extended Title for chapters that went a little overboard: The Blondies of Tanagura Part One! (Borrowed heavily from Taming Riki)

Chapter 1 of...Regular Blondies?

Iason Mink, dressed in nothing but a pair of silky, light-blue pants, paced across his lush bedroom carpet. The colors went back-and-forth between lighter and darker tan, as carpets usually do, though this one seemed particularly tired.

Like many Blondies of his generation, and a significant minority of other generations, he had the terrible feeling that something was missing. Like those others, he believed at first only a petty generalization that something was somewhat wrong: Amoi was in danger, or Jupiter was angry, another Blondie caught in his webs of lies and deceit, an Elite snatched from his home because of an anonymous informer. As the years wore on from the first feeling, one could narrow it down, for all 'missing feelings' were 'wrong feelings' after all, but not all wrong feelings were missing ones. The missing feelings were distinct, especially for Iason, in a way that it produced a yearning for a fruitless search.

Iason had no idea what he was missing in life. He was practically ruler of a country, one of the most powerful countries on the Continent, with huge states and resources. And unlike most heads of state, he actually was the richest and most powerful man in Amoi. There were no celebrities or novelists he had to, or will ever, compete with. He could have any exotic animal or pet known, barring the breakage of any fundamental Amoian rules. He had an adorable cook from Aristia who had made food for gods; at least, Iason's friends thought so. Speaking of, he was friends with the most spectacular, brilliant, and, needless-to-say, influential Blondies and Elites. He is by far the most popular Head Sovereign in history.

The Sovereign is King, second only to Jupiter, the mechanical goddess herself. She has existed before Amoian land was named Amoi, before the roads and mirrors, Pets and plaster buildings. Her rule, though invisible, was as hard and ruthless as any physical chain, but with all the secrecy of a poisonous snake. The Guide which she had laid for the land seemed callous, demonic, and hateful to most outsiders. Even if they could, foreigners wouldn't even think about leaving even the most barren of their wastelands to spend one night in Amoi, save for the women and children of Gardan.

Yet, Jupiter adored Iason since he came out of Watch, in which he was aged to sixty-years-old with aid of Jupiter's magic. Fourteen years of schooling, five years apprenticeship, and forty years of employment later, raved on by teachers and masters alike, and Iason had become the most respectable man in Tanagura. Beyond even that, he led the continent from a world war. A rebel army of some sorts came from the southern Great Forests and had actually gotten a hold of some arms. With the solid battlefront of neighboring Jan and Aristia, the army was dismantled with peace negotiations led by Iason Mink himself. Not a single drop of blood shed.

Domestics issues, from small-time, robberies by Ceres mongrels, to humiliating fiascoes of Elite conspiracies against the state, were brought down, sometimes with Iason only nodding once.

Though backed by the best of Tanagura's police, Iason's personal bodyguards had numerous amounts of experience, many small, but one had once guarded the Eye of Minagi, a feline god popular in the countries of Xeron and Lumbi. The Eye was actually a blue diamond roughly the size of a cauldron, rumored to have special powers. That guard had been up against all sorts of voodoo working there, and had killed aplenty.

Of course, he had servants, but one particular servant, his Furniture, has accrued all the respect as his former Furniture. Iason was loathe to see him go but he was passing- had passed regular time limits and the age set. It was only reputable to get a new one soon.

These feelings came hardest in these times of stressful change. Or when he didn't have a Pet, like now, but, at others' request, an acquirement of a new one- a fantastic creature just pushing the guidelines- didn't lessen the feeling in the least, only deterred it, let it fester.

And now again it was keeping him up into the night. What could he possibly be missing?

Another was up at that late hour with a solution-less problem of his own.

Raoul Am kicked the dead Pet at his feet, just to make sure he was dead. The boy's face matched the terrific blue of his hair. Eyes bulged out and stuck, he almost looked funny. Unlike most of the others Raoul had strangled impulsively, this boy's tongue hadn't moved; his mouth had been clamped shut. It was sort of admirable, how he had not even tried to fight, the resignation feeling more loyal than anything. Maybe that's why his face turned so blue.

The Pet had been a gift from some merchant who sold to big people and big names. He had liked one of Raoul's more spectacular paintings. A picture of the Aristian coast caked with a rainforest it was. A reddish-orange bird flew indistinctly amongst the rays of sunset. The merchant had said it was a nice touch and had given him the three million konit piece pet. Though the pet had been great, obedient, he did have a habit of being flirtatious and flippant. But that wasn't why Raoul killed him; the killing itself wasn't a problem.

It was a new moon. Nights like this, Raoul stayed home, feverish. Every one of his nerves felt like it was wired to its on little switchboard, all systems go, and the smallest trifle set him off. He learned this early from several canings in school. His friend Omaki Ghan made the comment calmly during a study hour. The advice made all the difference to whether Raoul eventually made it to Blondiehood.

Raoul had ordered for the Pet to copulate that night; his ravenous mood demanded it despite the Show just a few hours before. The Blondies blood ran too quickly, uncontrollably, and a Bar fell from his back, as the Bar usually did when he passed the threshold of its containment. The Pet had screamed. Raoul stopped him.

A Bar usually consisted of some metal or gem from the weak tin to diamond, infused with the paradoxical magic that stopped magic from forming, stopped energy flow or blood running. What the advanced world called Spirit. In some societies, Spirit is what holds the soul to the body, or at least the brain and heart. Spirit is what helped humanoids transform into their complete animal or human selves, though most chose a middle between both. It helped people lift objects without touching them, fly, shoot lightning and rain from the sky or their hands, shout words that killed a person instantly, and stopped growth, hearing, or speech for a long-lasting torment.

In Amoi, Jupiter eliminated such differentiation, biologically and by law. One of her biggest lessons to growing Blondies: Differences brought conflict. However, beyond that, lie only the destruction of those differences. Be the same as possible, be in control, narrow your thoughts. They were reminded that they would never be able to comprehend Jupiter's laws and judgments fully, but they will always have the capacity to obey.

In this instance, when at times a diamond-plated gold Bar would fall from Raoul's back and a thick, white silver-striped tail slithered loose behind him, Jupiter and society expected him to turn himself in and be put to death. No other punishment existed for those who hid such features- point blank, no Blondie can live as a humanoid no more a humanoid could become a Blondie. But what made Raoul fight was his opinion that it was Jupiter's fault.

The first time his humanoid (Part-Cat, he assumed he was) pieces appeared, he had been masturbating to Iason Mink doing the same in the shower room. He was on the other side by the lockers when the young Blondie came in. Three had fallen out then to reveal he had stripes, a tail, and claws. Oh, and his hair was a bit grayer. Anyway, it was his eleventh year in school, new moon.

He hadn't put in the Bars, of course. The one from his back required a flexibility that he damn well didn't possess. So, some fucker had let him through in Watch. Hadn't Jupiter seen him up close, once? Had anyone? Sure, if someone had and he got sent to some work camp, or executed even, he wouldn't be here now. But he didn't want to go down as another one of her fucking statistics, as proof.

As a Blondie, he could kill a Pet a week for some crappy reason and still be a respectable Blondie, even more so for some. Yet, as humanoid, as some being whose superstitious ancestors merged with mystical animals eons ago, he was a crazy murderer, ready to kill anyone.

What's more, all Blondies supposedly came from Jupiter through science and some miraculous power of creation. How was he born as some dreaded mutant?

Raoul pondered this, feeling shocked and dulled at the same time, and pressed the Bar as close as possible to where he felt it fall. It was made well, for it aligned itself to wherever it needed to be and the tail disappeared. He simply stared ahead with his hard neon blue eyes, seeing nothing but the turmoil inside. He didn't see his pretty, kneeling Furniture frozen at the door's right corner. If he did, he would have pressured him. How much had he seen? He wouldn't know that the boy knew everything. A person's lying skills increased dramatically when he was being choked to death.

“Master,” the Furniture spoke softly, “Would you like for me to call Omaki?”

Raoul glanced at the now standing Furniture. “Do it.”

Calling Omaki really meant getting a private team dispatched to remove the body, but Omaki called the shots.

When the team had come and gone, Raoul left his condo, leaving his poor Furniture to fend against the ghosts alone.

TBC

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