Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ Dark Angel ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

 

Pain was not a common factor in a Blondie's life. Mental stress and societal pressure yes, but not this mind numbing unbearable ache that he now felt. A Blondie's life was a thing of pleasure and privilege, of soft silks and high-rise penthouses. So what was he, Iason Mink, doing lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood surrounded by the filth and waste of this disgusting place?

 

Iason was wondering this himself. His day had begun routinely enough. He had spent most of his morning meeting with otherworldly delegates on Jupiter's behalf. The delegates had been from the neighboring planet Vuzeri, and had been inquiring about purchasing the rights to hunt and capture the Mongrels that currently infested Midus. They were looking for creatures that they could enslave to fight in arenas for the entertainment of their citizens.

 

Vuzeri had always been known as a place to find pleasure of any kind, though their products were of less quality than the pets found in Tagenia. After a good deal of haggling on price Iason had taken their offer. Of course he had been planning on excepting from the beginning. Jupiter, the living mega-computer that ran Tagenia had decided some time ago that the theft and violence caused by the Mongrels of Midus could no longer be tolerated. The super computer had assigned Iason with the task of heading the operation to wipe out the offending species, a job that he found quite beneath him. He was one of Jupiter's most prized Blondies, not an exterminator.

 

Iason much preferred to give this job to the Vuzerians then having to invest the time and resources needed to do it himself. After a day of mind numbing banter with the Vuzerians the Blondie had decide to drop in on Rouel, his coworker and fellow Blondie. Rouel had been quite busy himself, but he would surly have time to play pool with Iason. The two had not missed their weekly game in as long as Iason could remember.

 

Iason had climbed into his car, barely bothering to glance at his driver Katze. The man had gained more trust from Iason than most people would get in a lifetime, and yet the two of them were far from chummy with each other. Iason was Katze's employer, and his owner. Katze had formally worked for Iason as furniture, servants whose only purpose was the upkeep of their master's home. Though Iason had altered Katze's role dramatically since discovering his abilities with computers, their relationship was strained to say the least.

 

Katze had been driving towards Roual's when he suddenly slammed on his breaks, the car skidding forward as the mettle on mettle squealed and rubber burned onto the road. A car had pulled out right in front of them, blocking their path. Katze had cursed out loud barely avoiding hitting the car. Iason had been lounging in the giant leather seat without any form of restraint. He flew forward and hit the glass that separated him from the front seat with great force. He remembered Katze's cursing pants and the sound of gun fire as he faded away from conscious thought.

 

When Iason came to he was in this desolate little alleyway, cold, dazed, and hurting all over. The Blondie had never been close to death, but now he knew he was facing it. Iason looked up through clouded eyes, barely making out the form of two towering figures. He blinked several times, waiting for his vision to clear. The first thing he realized about the two was that they were tall; too tall to be regular citizens. No these were Blondies like himself. So why were they just standing there? Why weren't they helping him? As his head became less clouded Iason realized that the two were wearing facemasks so he could not tell their identity. Still, their hair was enough to let him know that he did not know either of them personally.

 

“Fuck, he's awake.” Iason blinked, surprised by the Blondie's language despite his circumstance. This Blondie was a little smaller then the other one, and had almost bleach blond hair that he kept in dread locks. The other one's hair hung in the normal flowing fashion and it was very long, longer then even Iason's own mane. The fiery-yellow hair fell just past the man's knees.

 

“It hardly matters,” said the longhaired Blondie and it took a moment for Iason to realize that he was replying to Dreadlocks. “He will not live long enough to be of concern to us.”

 

Dreadlocks smiled and walked boldly up to Iason. “Yeah guess you're right. Iason Mink, Jupiter's former favorite, and soon you're going to be nothing but a corpse.”

 

Iason looked upon the pair with seething hatred. Inside he was shocked, how could Blondies do this to their own kind? Still, he would not let these two see his confusion. “Why are you doing this?” The question was simple, but it was one that Iason desperately wanted answers to. It was the longhaired Blondie that answered. “Orders from the top. You understand that right?” There was a quiet hostility in the other's voice that spoke volumes more than the Dreadlock Blondie's blatant hatred and mocking ever could. “Come on Hastens, we're leaving.” Just like that the longhaired Blondie turned and left with Dreadlocks following close behind. “Why didn't we just kill him?” Iason heard Dreadlocks ask.

 

“I already told you, we need the tests to reflect his time of death as latter then this, so that our alibi will cover us. The other's voice was calm and full of patience.

 

“Oh, that's right. I had forgotten about-“ And then the two were gone, and Iason was left to listen to the sound of squealing tires as the last Blondies he would ever see drove away. They had cut him and beaten him to within an inch of life and then they had left him for dead. He couldn't move, and he had clearly lost far too much blood. Iason had many enemies that would want him dead, but he could not see any reason why a Blondie would try to kill him. What had they meant by orders from the top? Jupiter was the top, but the super computer wouldn't have ordered this. Iason was Jupiter's right hand, its strongest Blondie. He was loyal to Jupiter, and the computer knew it.

 

The Blondie sighed and shifted, trying to lie back in hopes of relieving the fogginess in his head. He hated that he couldn't think clearly, hated that even more than the pain. His body was shutting down, and he almost thought it was an illusion when a black blur appeared in front of him. The Bloodie squinted forcing his eyes to work. Had his killers returned? Slowly the image of a beautiful young man came into focus. “Mongrel,” the word came as a sigh rather than a curse. If by some miracle he survived the loss of blood the Mongrel would surly finish the job. The Blondie had never dreamed it would be a Mongrel who would kill him but at that moment he didn't care. The pain was so intense.

 

Iason smiled despite himself, an act that came very rarely to him. People had been trying to kill him for years, and now this Mongrel would succeed so easily. Iason could not help but notice how breathtaking the boy was, even under these circumstances. The bitter fire glowing in his eyes and his windswept black hair made him look like some dark angel. Was that fear in his eyes? Iason wasn't sure. His mind was going and the boy hid his emotions well. Still he would understand fear. The boy would likely be hunted down and killed for this. Then again he was already being hunted wasn't he? Iason found himself hoping the boy wouldn't be caught, he would not want the beauty to face such a life, Mongrel or not. “I hope you stay safe, dark angel. There are worse ways to die than by your hands, and I do not want you to suffer for this.” That last bit of exertion was all Iason could take. His eyes rolled back and his world went dark for a second time that day as he faded away from life and the dark angel that hovered over him.

 

~~**~~

 

Riki had seen much in his time as the leader of Biason. He and his Mongrel gang had infiltrated high security areas, fought rival gangs, and lost more than a few members. They had been hunted like common vermin and had come close to total annihilation more than once. Still, Riki had never dreamed that he would find a Blondie lying within an inch of death right smack dab in the middle of Biason's territory.

 

Riki shook his head as the Blondie slipped out of consciousness. The creature must have been hallucinating, at least that's what Riki gathered by the look on his face and the words that had come out of his mouth. This was bad, really bad. A dead Blondie would bring all sorts of unwanted attention to Riki's territory. Jupiter's people would be swarming all over the place. They would not leave any stone unturned, and they would capture or kill every single Mongrel they found. Riki knew he could very well be staring at his death, and the death of everyone he held dear.

 

Still Riki was intrigued. He had seen the men who dumped this guy off, and he knew they had been Blondies themselves. What had this Blondie done to earn that kind of treatment from his own people? Riki sighed and knelt down. He couldn't leave the Blondie here without getting unwanted attention so all he could think to do was move the Blondie.

 

Riki had already decided that he didn't want the Blondie to die if possible. If this Blondie was in fact some from of traitor to his people than Riki would gladly help him live. He highly doubted the Blondie knew what part of Midus he was in, and so it wasn't very likely that he'd be able to find his way back. The problem was that he would not survive the transport in his current condition.

 

“Riki!” Riki looked back behind him to see his second in command running up. Out of all the people in Biason, Guy had been with him the longest. The long-haired youth was full of passion and fire, something that Riki had experienced on a very personal level.

 

“Hey Riki what's keeping you? We're supposed to, oh fuck!” Guy had just come into sight of the dying Blondie. He stopped dead in his tracks his eyes flashing through a myriad of shock, hatred, and fear. Guy had more reason than most to hate Blondies, and it was clear he was not any happire to see one lying here than Riki. ”What the fuck is that thing doing here?”

 

Riki turned to the other man, a sarcastic glare glued of his face, “oh I don't know. I just thought he'd be a lovely addiction to this hellhole. You know, liven things up a bit. Why the hell would I know what he's doing here?” Riki turned back to the Blondie, knelling down and taking off his jacket. He then took off his thin cotton top and preceded to rip it into shreads. “He was brought here by two other Blondies, they did this to him. His own kind wants him dead.”

 

“What the hell are you doing Riki?! We gotta get away from here before someone sees us with him. I mean if Blondies brought the guy here then he might be one of their criminals or something. I don't think we want to mess with that.”

 

Riki turned back to his second, his eyes ablaze. “It wasn't like that Guy. He was betrayed, and I'm not going to just leave him for dead. If I leave him here Jupiter's people will swarm this place. They'll kill everyone, including all of Biason. Get the fuck out of here if you want, but I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm going to deliver this Blondie to the nearest fucking hospital I can find, and I'm going to deliver him to them alive. That way, they can't investigate a murder that never happened, and I highly doubt this guy knows where the hell he is, so they won't be able to track this mess back here.” Riki took the longest strip he had and then approached the Blondie with careful steps. “Well what's it going to be Guy? Are you going to run or not?”

 

Guy stood behind him, pale but determined. “No, you know I got your back Riki, and I'd never abandon Biason, or you.”

 

Riki nodded, he had already figured this much. “Then go and get the other guys. We're going to have to be careful moving him, and we can't leave any evidence that he was here.”

 

Guy did run off than, leaving Riki with an unconscious pain in the ass. Riki sighed as he worked to stop the bleeding using the remnants of his shirt. He had never seen a Blondie up close. Somehow he had never thought they would seem so real, so human. The Blondie bled the same color he did, but they might as well have been of different species considering everything. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into Blondie, and what the hell do you thing I should do with you now?”