Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Day ❯ A First Encounter? part 2 ( Chapter 4 )

Summary: When Iason meets Riki Part 2!

Warnings: A little bit of history of the fic, folks!

Following Chapter 2 of ...A First Encounter?



It wasn't long before they arrived at the high-class neighborhood. At that moment, they were so into regaling what they have been doing the last two years, teasing and bantering with one another over little trifles, Iason ordered Odi to go back down through the heavy ground traffic. This also gave them the perfect view of a street full on both sides with parked cars.

“Oh, my, what is that mongrel doing there?” Omaki interrupted himself.

In this corner of Midas, the richest met with the destitute. While not mingling directly, many a tourist have come in contact with a mongrel pickpocket. A majority of the mongrels were dark-haired and dark-skinned. Not a single one, as far as anyone knows, straight human or sorcerer. Ninety percent Wolf humanoid, with a mix of weaker canines, felines, and a few lizards and birds.

Long ago, many of their ancestors were ousted by the Gardan king, forcing them from the frozen woodlands further south. They had to go beyond the territorial Dragon humanoids land of what is now called Alpha Zen, and past Burkok west of it and finally made camp in a land mostly inhabited by humans and elves, half and half. Unlike the Burkotians, the elves enjoyed the more diverse life. However, the humans were loathe to be taken out by the more powerful beings.

Unfortunately, the humanoids and elves had no intention of using their powers other than to hunt and make some common technology. Eventually, the humans became more powerful. Rulers, leaders, scholars, and magicians all worked intricately with other like-minded humans of other countries, namely what came to be Alpha Zen and Gardan. They spun through technological advances and magical breakthroughs up until 8,000 years ago- when they made, while some say they summoned, Jupiter.

No one knew that the self-proclaimed goddess ever could exist, but in exchange for her complete authority, she promised a new world free of humanoids. First came the first generation of Blondies, who, though a bit sluggish, took pieced Amoi by the reins. A few opportune deaths of elves and humanoids, the conquering of lands, and a stricter culture obviously discriminating against humanoids sparked the Revolution. The Wolves and other minorities on one side against the Blondie-human combination. At that time, Xeron and Aristia (then called Manuta), just finished off a war of their own. Both would have been huge assets to the humanoid army, adding Dragons and Tigers and whatnot to their ranks, but, alas, they were even too weak to help themselves. Burkok was slowly changing its ways, but didn't join the fight either.

In the end, Alpha Zen and Gardan managed to quell humanoid unrest in their places as well as Amoi, staving off the technologically deficient countries Jan and Lumbi of the south. Jupiter killed off those who wouldn't surrender, and eventually she cornered most in Ceres, where she left them to 'live' without much food, water or shelter. It was hoped they would soon die out. But it takes Wolves about a month to starve to death, and the twin moons of Ios and Erphanes, whenever full together, revived Wolves the whole Continent over. So the revolutionaries never died out though their descendants never banded so eloquently again.

How mongrels like them ever made a living was no mystery. They stole and perhaps killed, and everything in between.

This one here, a short-haired one of a single tail, was frantically looking for an unlocked car. The roar of traffic drowned out the sound of temporary alarms and the mongrel's cries of pain as some doors actually shocked him.

“He must be on drugs to do that in broad daylight,” Xian mused aloud. “Why is he here so far from Ceres?”

“Perhaps it is because of those shady men behind him,” Omaki observed.

By shady men, he meant five well-built men, two carrying collars, one holding an odd-looking Taser, the last two holding chains.

The mongrel finally came to an irresponsibly open car. But at that precious moment of pausing his body to open the door more fully, one man shot a yellow dart. It hit his side, and he immediately transformed into a three-tailed Wolf. With one leg he kicked the sticker off, changed back, and slid over the hood of the car to the other side and tried to open that door. It was locked, and the alarm sounded. The mongrel simply began running again.

The Blondies watched as the men put several more Taser sticks into the Wolf, each time the boy getting up more and more slowly, but not giving up. Finally, he stayed on the ground, panting. The men came up to him, the nearest getting kicked well in the face and knocking down the other four. By then, he was hardly a few meters away from the limo's door. They had only moved a car's length all the while. The driver of the car behind them gasped in shock.

“What's wrong, Iason?” Raoul asked as Iason got out of the limo. “What are you doing? Those policemen will handle him.”

“Those aren't police,” Omaki said knowingly. He gave Elusiax a smile, for the Watcher looked anxious of what was to happen.

Iason felt a chord being struck within him. In all honesty, he's never seen something so amusing as the Wolf fighting a futile fight against a Taser and five men. He decided he would help the mongrel and leave him to himself, just to see what would happen. Of course, it was obvious: the Wolf will manage to go back to Ceres and continue his grim life, or he will be caught again and sent to jail. Iason will probably never see him again... or anything so amusing.

“Ey, yo, it's Iason Mink. President he is.” They were speaking the rough Amoian dialect of Urus, which omitted common verbs and completely ignored decent word order.

A man on the side, hair a shocking green but his eyes dead gray, glared at the Blondie. Iason felt a premonition: he could kill this man.

Then a feeling of intense déjà vu washed over him, so intense that it captured the attention of the other men as the usually solid face of Iason Mink went completely lax. The man with the ropes believed the Blondie was about to suffer a heart attack, recalling the same face of an uncle going through cardiac arrest.

But his face did change back to normal, though the feeling was deeply lodged. “Move along, all of you.”

“Why we move? Hah, huh?” shouted the nephew, who still continued tying up the Mongrel. Nameless nemesis number four still had a Taser pointed despite the rounds still embedded in the Wolf's flesh.

The gray eyes of the leader stared for a few more moments.

“I've made my point clear,” Iason said, turning around to his bewildered friends. Each went through the trial of either helping or stopping Iason but through group-influence, none of them did anything. They watched Iason come back and the group behind him disband, except for the mongrel, who apparently had something to say. And it didn't look like a thank you. They were too far to hear clearly.

The young humanoid transformed back and rushed to Iason, turned him around, and began on some heated topic. Iason answered calmly to some question; this seemed to infuriate the mongrel. He answered in fierce, short gestures with his arms and hands, mostly pointing behind himself.

Iason shrugged, making to turn around once more, only to be snagged again. The mongrel poked him in the chest, bending his finger so, and they could hear his yells in bits and pieces, “Owe you... life!” summed it up pretty well. After he finished that particular spiel, Iason said a few more things, walking close to the mongrel, up against a wall. One more thing he said, and the Blondies in the car could lipread the mongrel's answer of, “Whatever.”

Iason quickly took both hands of the mongrel and pinned them over his head. He ignored the mongrel's yells and subdued the following fight, lifting the Wolf from the ground. From his pocket he took a ring, that could lock on either a finger or toe or anything else round, something he intended to put on a new Furniture today (he had completely forgotten about that) but now placed around the Mongrel's penis. Then, he let the Mongrel go, backstepping to avoid what could have been a rather nasty scratch from the dark-haired humanoid.

“This isn't what I meant- Ach!” he screamed. An after shock of the Tasers then rode through his body after the mechanism of the Pet ring worked against him and his rudeness to his new Master.

No question, this Blondie had just saved him from one of the most painful deaths imaginable (Unbeknownst to either of them, Iason believed that he saved Riki only from a prison sentence), but this was entirely too much.

“You said anything,” Iaosn answered coldly. “Come, I have places to be.” He pointed to his limo, which at the moment managed another few feet.

“The only one holding you back is you. I ain't goin' nowhere.”

“What is your name, mongrel?”

“Riki. Who the fuck are you?”

“Iason Mink. Though I'm sure you heard your would-be captors.”

Riki scoffed. “Well, excuse me if I was a bit distracted.”

The Blondie said nothing to this, though he felt that the mongrel had him on that one. He walked towards the limo again, his friends now looked completely surprised, as if he had grown another head. They knew what happened but still couldn't quite believe it did happen. There. On the street. In broad daylight. Maybe Iason was smoking the good stuff?

They watched Iason tap the ring on his finger, the ruby sparkled. At that moment, the mongrel doubled over. He held his knees as the pain washed over him. Contemplating on staying where he was got him another shock.

With a face full of hatred and rebellion, Riki finally followed Iason into his limo, fists clenched.

With that tapping of the ring, the semi-magical computer system registered the mongrel as a pet, Unclassified.

With the two joining together in one place, so uniquely tied as a Blondie and mongrel was never intended to be, the Blondie of the car behind them honked his horn with a tattooed hand as he yelled, “What are the chances! What are the fucking chances?”

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