Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Day ❯ Regular Blondies? part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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

Summary a.k.a. Extended Title: The Blondies of Tanagura Part 2!

Warnings: Tiny bout of sex-iness, Lonely Blondies. Buried Blondies

Following Chapter 1 of...Regular Blondies?

Xian Sami, too, traversed the streets. He didn't live far from Raoul, but they wouldn't meet that night. Instead, Xian went an opposite way, into a Midas park, still pretty close to Tanagura. He was the only Blondie with golden eyes and it helped him see at night, even 2 o' clock at night in the middle of an evergreen forest on a new moon.

Problems and perturbed feelings plagued Xian, had been for the longest. His eyes were just the beginning. They sometimes glowed and pulsed and he could see things others couldn't- like ghosts, which crowded around him tonight. Dead, overripe Blondies and Elites speaking some ghost language, keeping him wide awake.

But what woke him wasn't them. It was the missing feeling, strong and relentless. Xian was fortunate enough to know what exactly it was. His past Pet, of five whole years ago, had aged out. He had him for two years, way beyond the decent limit, but there weren't many questions. The Pet was beautiful, sweet and naughty all at once. Always kind. Able to make the finest conversation while brushing his hair- mermaids were coming to the aquarium, Soofie hair products dyed your hair pink after prolonged use, things like that.

Jupiter had sent a message that the Pet was too old, surely, to be of much more entertainment, so Xian, most opposed to giving his Pet up to Furniturehood for a nice sum, but definitely not wanting him to sludge through brothel after brothel until he wound up on some doctor's table with one kidney, signed him to the last resort: Monik's Black Star Mines, just outside Midas, quite a travel away.

Horribly naive, Xian believed that the Pet, who never had to buy his own clothes, would be in good hands, fooled by Monik's soothing smile and list of amenities: private room with bath and magic mirrors, Dimension videos and pictures and surf the Dim (hand and Spirit-operated devices to watch just about anything on a mirror, and expensive as hell), kitchenette, free clothing, and of course wages, but with free food. There were beds and coaches, desks with chairs, common rooms with mirror and electronic games. Private rooms, music rooms- the fun went on and on, and Xian sold his beautiful Pet for a heftier sum than Furniturehood and brotheldom combined.

Besides, being Secretary of Amoi, Xian never had very bad pets, never Pets that he had to send away to some horrible fate. Thus, he didn't know the mine was reserved for those utterly desperate for work and ready for death, and for intractable Pets whose Masters were too squeamish to kill a human being.

If Xian had told anyone, they would have been completely astounded, since Xian seemed so taken with the Pet. But he told no one, thinking that his embarrassing possessiveness of his Pet would be evident.

Then, unable to wrap his mind around another Pet, he got a Furniture. He had no need of one before because he hardly ever spent a night at home, enjoying the presence of Pets and friends more than anything. The young Furniture was a total gossip, hilarious, and hated the feeling of other people's hair. But later, after just a year, he turned himself in for a flying ability he developed. Luckily for him (and that is the biggest understatement ever made), Amoi's Messenger had been killed on a mission en route to Xeron. Now, that Furniture held the title of Messenger.

And Xian had dreams of them both in his empty apartment. Toma, the socialite dreadfully alone on horrible spy missions, worked on him. His Pet's horrible living in the mine, working all hours of the day with hardly a bite to eat and too tired to enjoy his outdated 'amenities' tormented Xian even during the day.

It was shameful for him to be so attached to rather insignificant people, but a lot of things were falling apart. His visions came unbidden during War and Domestic meetings and business conferences. One time at a party the guests caught him staring at a hallway wall, lost in a nasty summoning. In the privacy of his home, the Pet and Furniture ignored this.

Xian missed them so much.

Another certain Blondie was missing something. Everything. Above him, a rather handsome mongrel pulled and pushed inside him, working at a furious pace. The mongrel didn't know he was fucking a Blondie. Drink and drugs did a number even to those used to it in the slum town of Ceres.

The Blondie didn't know much of anything either, except the deep thrusts stabbed shallowly into everything that was gone in that moment. This Blondie believed in instant gratification, screw the rules. Anyone against him could have a fatal mistake of long ago resurrected. He relied on these bribes before and had no qualms on using them again and again. Nights like these made his evil deeds worth it.

On the other side of Ceres where Omaki and the nameless drunk mongrel moved lustfully in a hotel bed, Eadni Elusiax also had a man atop him- a beast actually. Poor Elusiax could only breathe in small spurts underneath the ton of weight. On the other side of his room were the young sleeping Blondies, who Elusiax supervised as a Watcher. Their chamber centered on the eighty-eighth floor of the tower, the tower alone in some secret dimension. To the outside world, they would stay in the Watch Tower for only two years, but in that warped space the first sixty years of a Blondies' life passed. The same sixty years since the beginning of Amoian time.

When this unclassified Blondie-looking Elite leaves Watch, the memories of the sixty years and the growing Blondies would disappear, and the children he raised will not remember him.

Elusiax knew this, and felt that panicking over this scary mongrel insignificant in the bigger picture. Even if the mongrel had five tails, it was cute the way his ears flickered in his heavily drunken sleep. One of his arms squeezed Elusiax's torso, further shortening his breath. The mongrel's head made a pillow out of Elusiax's head. With a small wiggle, the Elite felt a thigh with the tip of his toe. Well above the mongrel's knees.

At least seven feet!

And he was so hot. Mid-winter probably did him no favors, or perhaps it cooled him down?

Elusiax had no idea why he had these thoughts at these times, but it kept him from falling asleep. The mongrel was surprisingly comfortable to be so heavy, his husky alcohol-induced smell soothed Elusiax a bit. That familiar, protective arm... But if the drunk mongrel awoke to find himself cuddling a Blondie; that scenario scared the Elite. On the other side were just Blondies of fifty-eight years, adorable things that Elusiax loved dearly. He suddenly feared for them. He began trying to move away.

As soon as he moved a good inch, the mongrel awoke, murmuring, “Riki!” Then, more softly, “Riki?”

Elusiax pretended to sleep.

“Where am I?” Fuck, dropped off in a fuckin' loony bin. Where the hell am I? Who's this?”

The blood ran cold in Elusiax's veins as the mongrel unveiled him in the dark, lifting the thin blanket from his shoulders.

“This ain't no Iason,” he whispered. “What the fuck?”

After what may have been more staring, the mongrel Sprung away, out of the dimension, probably.

Springen is voluntary instant teleportation, either by Spirit or Psyche, as opposed to magic spell (where then it is called warping) or flying. Psyche itself is the extremely dangerous disposition to cause any supernatural event, i.e. Springen, without any physical consequence, lost of Spirit or energy or magical reserve. Any degree of Psyche usually met with negative reviews, Springen got just a little more leeway.

But that didn't matter to Elusiax; he didn't sweat the small stuff himself. The foul-mouthed mongrel did not hurt him. So Elusiax checked on the babes to soothe his nerves, and then went back to sleep, dreaming of the faceless beast.

“Everything is there, except his face,” Heiku Quiahtenon muttered, groggy from sleep. His dream man was a Bondie with his class ring. The man sat in a chair with a glass of wine in his hand, simple clothes with white boots, suit, and cape. But his face was still missing. It had been forming Yousi Xuuju's face, his ten years dead face.

Heiku looked at his arm, which always ached after these dreams. It was prosthetic. He lost it in his temporary bout of insanity, but remade one with metal, glass, Spirit, blood, and a shit ton of illegal magical spells. As lead doctor and surgeon of Tanagura's Medical Center, no one was that surprised. He had once done brain surgery, leaving the patient with only mere vestiges of her brain. Yet the young woman had all her memories and learned three languages afterward. Heiku wished he could pull his own memory of Yousi out and away.

Fortunately, his mind would be occupied that following day, as like his friends aforementioned. Team 98, Elusiax's team, would be coming out of Watch with the new generation.

To Heiku and the soon-to-be hungover Omaki and the rest, Elusiax has been gone for two years. Just as the faceless, five-tailed mongrel Sprung through Jupiter's dimensions and back next to some random lover, months had passed for Elusiax. By morning the young Blondies were sixty-years-old, ready to enter school and confront Konami sung, Headmaster of Tanagura Elite Academy. Their minds will be full of buried memories, but the residue of the memories' emotions remained, which could explain Elusiax's magnetic personality to most Blondies younger than him.

Being a Watcher wasn't exactly the most intellectual job out there. Apprenticeship consisted of tutoring and chaperoning students at the Academy for about seven years. If one passed, they were trained for a 'month' (eight years) to take care of young Blondies. They were told they were fifty-nine. In reality, most were hardly a year.

But that was part of the long, well-kept story.

Anyway, for the Head Sovereign and Surgeon, the Secretary of the State, Foreign Affairs and Domestic Affairs (the leaders of the War Council), to take a day off from their infinitely busy schedule to meet a mere Watcher made said Watcher very special indeed.

Still, many a Blondie were sad to see Elusiax leave every one year to spend two years in Watch. Many were also disgruntled when it became apparent that the Sovereign and his friends had dibs on the man when he came back, picking him up straight from the Academy ballroom. But that was only after the Welcoming Ceremony. Elusiax always stayed behind along with the newer Watchers and apprentices to see the new generation welcomed into the hard, unforgiving arms of Konami Sung.

Most Watchers chose their job because it required very little work other than, essentially, babysitting, and it still paid very well. Plus, they couldn't remember any of their kids, so they didn't bother with the Ceremony after awhile; their paychecks were waiting.

Obviously, Elusiax could care less about money. He often carried a huge bag around filled with money and gifts for younger Elites and his ward Suuki. His passion was for the younger generation.

The Blondies were all going to be tired once they met Elusiax, but their reunion fulfilled the missing, at least for a day.