Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Day ❯ A First Encounter? part 1 ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note: So the lady of Taming Riki, Miss Kira Takenouchi has decided to move past on all her yaoi writings. It is a huge disappointment since she was one of the best of the best! I loved Taming Riki so much, and I wrote this story because I was soooo inspired, but oh well. Who really knows what will happen to all her great stories, but still, Forgotten Day is a homage to her and her stories really.

I will continue as long as I have support, ya' know. Man, how sad!

Summary a.k.a. Extended Title: When Iason Finds Riki Part 1! The chance meeting of a lifetime? Not exactly. A meeting of fate? Exactly so.


Chapter 2 of ...A First Encounter?



Iason, for the first time in months, decided to sleep in late. All he had planned for the day was for his lead bodyguard Odi Nunnda to chauffeur him and his friends around Amoi. And he wouldn't have to start all that activity until midday.

During the day, the domed roof of Iason's bedroom ceiling became a gigantic skylight. Iason covered his head with a pillow and continued to sleep long after the sun had risen.

Iason's seventy-years-old Furniture Daryl awoke the same time but got up to check the living area for his master, just in case the Blondie had decided to wake up early. He waited half an hour, then went back to bed to enjoy a couple more hours of hard-earned rest.

Tai, the adorable chef from Aristia, had to prepare breakfast for the bodyguards Askel and Freyn Ursath, and Odi. Some dark, spiced ham with croissants and handmade jam, then add coffee and juice, Tai made a breakfast to put any guy in the spirit to be a taximan. Especially Odi, who did find it hard to reconcile with the fact that he won't be guarding the penthouse, leaving the Squabble Twins to fend for themselves. But hey, it wasn't as if he was leaving them with a half-crazed zealot trying to masturbate underneath the Eye of Minagi.

Tai was just making lunch when Iason came in freshly showered and dressed in his best gold-trimmed white tunic, an old-fashioned watch, solid gold of course, tucked in his shirt pocket. His boots made authoritative sounds as he stepped across the marble floor. He passed the balcony where Odi enjoyed one last smoke, and he nodded towards Daryl who was pouring his juice and coffee carefully into glasses. Iason ignored the feeling that he would soon have to deal with the nervous hands of a new recruit, again.

The lunch was small, for he would eat out today, wouldn't be home until very late. While sipping his coffee, he decided then that he will look for a new Furniture today, and have him start training tomorrow. That was that.

“Have a good day, Master,” Daryl said, while handing him his gloves.

As Iason slipped them on he made another decision, another fleeting decision. “Raoul's Furniture Yui will be alone today as well. Why don't you keep him company?”

A bit surprised at the suggestion, Daryl merely mumbled, “Alright, Sir.”

Iason nodded again, then exited the penthouse. Riding the elevator down a few floors he owned, he came upon the widest part of the Eos Tower building, where the architect Megala Chi shared a floor with the Secretary of Domestic Affairs Raoul Am. Megala had been out for two weeks and was scheduled to be out for at lest two more, working on a summer castle for some church in Aristia.

Raoul should be up- keyword should- but anything before noon was always pretty early for his friend. But it was only an hour earlier. He could get up just that early, right? Iason knocked on his door; Raoul hated the sounds of bells for some reason, especially one aimed for him.

Apparently Raoul could not get up at eleven. His extraordinarily gentle-faced Furniture answered, opening the door a bit slowly, anxiousness etched into his face. He wore several layers of light material robes, they a myriad of dark colors, just as ancient Amoians used to wear. Iason turned this slowly in his mind as he patiently waited for Raoul to be ready, declining Yui's offer of a seat. Twenty minutes later, Raoul joined them.

“Yui!” Raoul barked immediately. “Why is Iason standing around?”

Before the poor Furniture could stutter a reply, Iason answered, “I decided to stand since I was sure you were coming shortly, as we had agreed to meet twenty minutes ago.” His speech flowed smoothly, eyes solid.

Raoul stared pointedly at Yui when he murmured, “My apologies.” He was exhausted and irritated that he was so exhausted. He hated that he had made his good friend of so many years- since birth really- wait, and still had more friends to meet in such a sorry state.

At least he looked good. He wore his sleeveless red tunic, foregoing the usual bodysuit, tucked into a pair of pants flowing freely over white shoes. Other than that and his luxurious mane of slightly wavy hair, he wore nothing.

“Yui,” Iason said while Raoul checked himself in a mirror one last time, “my Furniture Daryl, with your master's permission, may visit you today.”

“Master?” Yui asked, a bit excited for some company other than the bird and kitten Raoul had bought him long ago. Plus, Daryl was pretty cute.

Raoul shrugged uninterestedly and spared not another look at his Furniture who bowed so generously. From there, he and Iason went to Iason's limousine, Odi standing there holding the door open.

“You look very tired, Raoul. It wouldn't be a stretch to say you had overslept?” Iason's voice was absent any irritation it may have had. Only pleasant concern remained.

Raoul looked at his friend, the sun shining full on his face through the window, but only illuminated the dark circles under his eyes. “I did. But you don't look entirely fresh yourself. And here we all had decided to take it easy.”

Iason cocked his head to the side. “You have an erection,” he commented casually. Raoul looked down tiredly at himself, shrugged. “Where is your Pet? You have changed your mind about bringing him along?” But in the corner of Iason's mind came the recollection that he had seen no trace of the Pet at Raoul's apartment, not even to say goodbye.

“I sold him,” came the tight answer. Ridiculous. Iason had seen the boy just last night and knew Raoul probably woke up just as he had arrived. Where did he have the time? However, there was no more to that conversation; it wasn't of that much importance anyway. Raoul's erection went away by the time they arrived at Xian's large house. As Secretary of Amoi, he dabbled in opulence.

Xian yawned as a greeting; the circles under his golden eyes- now more a dull yellow- were grotesque in their heady color. He looked at his friends and laughed. At least he wouldn't be the only one half-dead, at this usually cheerful occasion. He hoped they would be too tired to notice his twitching and hitched breathing.

“My, don't we look like a rowdy bunch this afternoon?” Omaki murmured, uncharacteristically humorless. He climbed into the limo with hard-wrought steps and was so hungover, he still felt a bit drunk.

“I think you had a date with both Miss Brandy and Mr.Cognac, Omaki,” Xian retorted, a bit amused. Beside him, Raoul grew more annoyed; they all looked they were going to rehab.

Heiku, usually the epitome of health and a strict lecturer on it, was no better, giving only a curt reply to the whereabouts of his Pet Ima, and fell asleep a bit during traffic.

The cars were middle high-tech, off-duty Watchers and Guardian hopefuls for the budding Elites at the Academy. Taking a young Elite from the Dorms earned a Guardian a nice bonus and prestige if the young man became, say, Treasure or Ambassador. The relationship made a powerful foundation for future engagements, free trips to Aristia were the most popular.

“Raise the car, Odi,” Iason ordered. A short time after, the Blondies felt the car lift. The police organizing traffic recognized the emblem of the Sovereign, the only being allowed to design the symbols of Amoi on anything other than a flag. They let him pass with a salute. Young Elite students waved from silver buses, coming from end-of-the-year field trips. Elites honked in recognition.

Iason turned down the windows to wave back, but he was quite relieved to see the marble Academy, brimming with people; a band specifically ordered from Alpha Zen played merrily for all the visitors.

While the people they had just ridden side-by-side against waited another couple hours to get in, the Sovereign emblem got the Blondies a quick rooftop parking and a parting sea of Elites as they made their way to the rooms holding the released Watchers. Most of the Watchers will gather together with friends and spend much of their paychecks before hanging out in usual Blondie revelry.

Some of the friends seemed uniquely excited this time around. The ones who came early had already considered staying for bit; they had received some interesting news. For some reason, Palo Corrocuni, President of the Watchers program, has announced that the Welcoming Ceremony for the new generations will be a private celebration from now on. The info wasn't official until it went through Council and Sovereign, but Palo had full authority to kick out anyone that he holds the coin purse for.

“Come on... The Ceremony is already centuries long” Heiku complained, rearranging his black gloves, as they waited outside the Watchers' room.

Xian nodded sleepily, adding, “What could they possibly be talking about if they can't even remember their job?” Still it was another fifteen minutes before the Watchers came out of the conference room. Until then, the top Fourteenth years of the Upper Academy section came from the Ballroom of the Academy. These pre-apprenticeship Elites were the first 'children' of many of the Watchers in the secret room. It was even already checked that the Valedictorian Aertis Jin had been under Eadni Elusiax's care, but that was long after the two established a strong relationship. Aertis was to give the speech to the rising Uppers, Eleventh years, and right about now he was a bit terrified.

“Sovereign Mink, it is an absolute pleasure to see you, all of you, Sirs.” Aertis and his closest friends bowed extraordinarily low, hoping they were allowed to breathe the same air as these powerful Blondies.

“Have you heard?” he continued shakily, too nervous to realize that the Blondies were probably too tired to realize a rotting body. “Lord Corrocuni has made the later activities private. B-But I'm sure you, of all people can stay, just... N-Not Eadni, I mean, Watchers, like Sir Elusiax.”

This, obviously, distressed the young Blondie very much, but the info sunk in slowly for the older Blondies before the repercussions became clear.

“What the hell?” Raoul cursed, as was normal for him. “Why? Eadni, and probably two other bored Watchers ever even stay. I didn't dress my best to waste it on Elusiax being sad all day.”

“It's not about you,” Xian said non-reproachfully.

“Whatever.”

And then Palo arrived through the door, a bit red in the face, feeling dulled in the heart for reasons few actually knew. After him, Watchers came, taking great care to leave space between him and Elusiax coming from the rear of the group.

Instead of an almost teary-like face his friends imagined, Elusiax was furious, and he walked with such ferocity his friends woke up a little more. Dressed simply in a pinkish but still daunting wraparound robe that ended above his knees, a bit of skin showing there disappearing into thigh-high boots; dressed by the self-addressed Magnificent Blondie Duo Kyle Rhys and Enil Tapani King, ridiculously wealthy businessmen; donning accessories given by almost every department of the state and also the senior class at the Academy, Elusiax was beyond stunning, and he was definitely a sight for the sore eyes of Elites greedy for something to chew on. It helped that he was one of the tallest Elites, towering over all his Blondie friends at a staggering 6'9”. Still, his smooth, calming face, angles indistinct, and dimples in angry cheeks, made him a paradoxical subject to come up against.

“Did you hear?” shouted the surprisingly deep voice. “Palo is making the Ceremony private! Oh, wait, it is nice to see you boys again, though, as you know, it feels like I just saw all of you yesterday.” He then proceeded to embrace all of them, stooping to give the younger Blondies handshakes. He ignored all the disapproving glares.

“Aertis! You look mortified. You know you should just speak like you had at Middle.”

At this Aertis began to visibly break. “Dagas Freischonen said that because you won't be there I can't do my speech.”

“What does he know?” Raoul barked, between extreme agitation and ultimate exhaustion, he moved towards the Ballroom, effectively moving them all.

“He's an envious boy.” Elusiax called anyone under him a boy, or lady. “Always Salutatorian, poor thing.”

Heiku scoffed. “I was tenth, and here I am.” Then he yawned, earning him a worried furrow of Elusiax's brow; the Watcher suddenly noticed something amiss among his friends.

“Yes, but he's not cool,” Zusin Bogard commented. He was Aertis' best friend of eleven years. Behind him, several others nodded.

“Thanks. Oh, pain-in-the-rear one and two are coming.”

Palo and Dagas walked from two opposite sides, surrounded by friends and supporters, flunkies essentially. Elusiax's glare made them pause, Iason's presence among them had them walking albeit tentatively towards the large group.

“Sovereign. Pleased to meet you this delightful afternoon,” Palo greeted, shaking Iason's rather limp hand. “You are most welcome to the ceremony that is going to start in just under an hour... You seem upset about that?”

Iason had to really try not to pull his own face off, or something similar. However, his face came off comforting, amiable. “It is nice to meet you as well, Lord Corrocuni. If you wouldn't mind, why don't you invite us all further inside. I'm sure there are plenty of seats, correct?” And here Iason, together with small, knowing smiles coming from the rest, ushered them all the way to a table. It seemed smooth sailing from then on: Palo looked a bit lost as Iason streamed him with compliments on the sparkling decorations, the uplifting music, and various other nuances that wowed the new beings. These boys were currently sitting on the far side of the hall, pretty much mute as the rooms filled with more and more people. Clear floor led to these guest seats which all centered around the left side where the stage and podium stood.

Before they made it to a spot with adequate room for them all, Dagas made the great realization, “I thought you said no more Watchers?”

Raoul made something between a growl and a bark come from his throat. Dagas got out of choking range.

An abrupt change in color came upon Palo's face, and he looked around nervously. “That's quite right, Sovereign,” Palo agreed. “I have made changes-”

“I have heard. Exactly what do you expect to gain by making this private, yet inviting me, who has no benefits whatsoever from this gathering?” He motioned everyone to sit down, and they did. Leaving Palo, Dagas, Aertis and friends to stand around.

“It is rumored that the Academy pupils hold your affections,” Palo tried.

“You mean to say that I enjoy the presence of children.” This was stated quite plainly.

“Yes, yes, just so,” the president readily replied.

“Well, that's quite odd. If that is the case then, wouldn't Watchers be the first ones invited? Isn't it the case that if it weren't for them, this occasion wouldn't be possible?”

Others were starting to stare.

“Um..Um-Ah,” came the stammers. “Well-”

“Why don't you just continue as usual. The Headmaster seems to be calling for you. Mustn't keep him waiting.” Iason pointed at Konami Sung, who had already sent another from the podium to get Palo.

“Oh, yes, yes-yes,” and then Palo left, completely taken away by Iason's silky smooth subliminal subtlety.

“I bet you're relieved now. Mama's here to cheer you on.” Dagas taunt was quickly answered by Raoul,” You best watch your mouth, brat. Why don't you finds some eighth year to bug the hell out of- and that's not a suggestion!”

Dagas jumped, feeling thoroughly put out, and finally made his leave, letting Aertis bathe in the influx of pep talk from friends within and around his impressive sphere. He went on to deliver an encouraging speech to the freshmen, after the Valedictorian of the Lower Academy ushered in the new generation.

As inspiring as the ceremony was, when the Headmaster began his speech of Law and Order, the biological mechanism that made boredom a time of sleep, though ill-used, had some Blondies drowning out his voice.

Fuck, I'm sleepy, was Xian's thought, matched by many others. They greeted the reception with great relief, while other Elites present picked out the young Blondies who could become their wards. As usual, several of these boys came up to Elusiax, attracted to his presence.

“Your pheromones are working,” Heiku teased.

“Shush,” Elusiax whispered, answering “Perhaps” to one boy's inquiry on whether or not he was under his care in Watch.

Soon, Elusiax relayed to his friends that he was ready to leave.

Upon exiting the building, Xian asked, “What about Suuki?”

Elusiax waved the question off. “He asked me if he could go out with his friends, by text message, in the release briefing, believing I had already left. Of course, I said yes.” Odi opened the door for him while the others followed in. When the doors closed, Omaki sat himself in the Watcher's lap, kissing his cheek.

“My dear Eadni, where have you been for so long? I've missed you so. These blokes never give me anything for free.” Omaki's usual show was given the usual eyerolls.

“I've been in Watch, and you must understand that they are not the types to give away free things. Quite honestly, Omaki-” Elusiax shoved him off. “-you aren't either.

“So what have you boys planned for me this evening besides being exhausted out of your minds? Oh, look, Xian sleeps.” The Watcher smiled indulgently as the golden-eyed Blondie's head rolled on the window.

“Enil and Kyle opened a new eatery while you were away. We are heading there now. Afterward, if you like, Nico Tathens wishes to go shopping with all of us. Then, perhaps we, along with a fair amount of other Elites, can have a club dinner in V.I.P. Serendipity.” Omaki smiled, waiting for a reply, and Elusiax smiled back.

“Splendid.”

TBC

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