Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ A New Perspective ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

 

Iason groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he noticed was the pain. Though not as severe as before, his entire body still throbbed and he still felt uncharacteristically weak. He slowly forced his heavy eyelids open , expecting light but instead being greeted by more darkness. It was night, of that much he was certain, and he was inside an unlit room with a single window. It was unlikely he was a prisoner. The room could hardly be called secure but than again Iason wasn't certain he could get away in this condition. With a grunt Iason sat up and immediately regretted it as his head swam and his body throbbed with protest. He fought to remain upright in spite of the pain, and for a moment his hearing grew fuzzy and the darkness of night turned pitch black around the edges as his mind started to could in on him. Only his own stubbornness and his advanced Blondie body allowed him to remain conscious.

 

A chuckle from across the room drew Iason's attention away from his pain and put him instantly on alert. The sound held no humor, only contempt. “You idiot, you should know you shouldn't be sitting up yet. You've lost a tone of blood and you might have a concussion. I've been through hell to keep you alive, and you aren't gonna ruin that by dying on me now."

 

Iason peered into the darkness, barely able to make out the form of the small but strongly built Mongrel from the alleyway. So, the boy had not killed him, nor had he left him to die. It was odd enough that he was alive, but odder still that the Mongrel would not only spare his life, but would also tend to his wounds. The boy must surly want something from him. Iason didn't really care. He was a Blondie and could offer the Mongrel almost anything.

 

"I am more capable than you would believe, I will not die from something such as this." Iason's voice was a little more shaky than he would have liked. He may claim that he was in fair condition, but his body screamed otherwise. The boy seemed to know it to. He came closer to Iason as the Blondie made an attempt at standing. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” He demanded his eyes blazing with a myriad of emotions. There were few Blondies that would dare to speak to Iason like that, and here was this Mongrel, talking down to him. Iason had to admit that this creature intrigued him, but he had no time for this now. “I have to go, I need to learn who exactly did this to me.”

 

The Mongrel snorted, "Listen you stuck up, stubborn, egotistical prick. I've been through hell and back to keep your worthless ass alive and well. There's no way in hell that I'm going to let you die so that Jupiter's people can come in and wipe out every last one of us. Now get your fucking ass back in that bed before I show you just how well you've really recovered." The Mongrel advanced, seeming ready to make good on his threat by forcing Iason back down. The Blondie did not move, frozen in shock by the other's words. The nerve of the creature! Citizens have be killed for less, and yet Iason was more shocked than offended. He knew he was prideful, and stubborn, and perhaps even egotistical. Having these insults thrown his way didn't anger him, but rather it intrigued him. He wanted to know more about this beauty from this wasteland that had dared to save a Blondie's life, and than insult him so.

 

Iason was so wrapped up in his shock and amazement that he didn't realize how close the mongrel had gotten until he felt a twin pair of hands pushing on his chest in an attempt to get him to lay back done. Quick as a snake's strike Iason's hands closed around the offenders wrists, crushing them with enough force to cause the boy to cry out in pain. Iason immediately released him, wincing at the red fingerprints on the Mongrel's wrist. He was not accustom to touch, and the boy's bare skin on his equally bare chest had sent bolts of electricity through him. If he hadn't been in this weakened state he would have likely crushed the boy's wrists, as it was he had certainly bruised him to the bone.

 

"What the hell you fucking ass hole! I knew you Blondies were fucking monsters but I didn't know you'd go so far as the bite the fucking hand that feeds you. You'd have died if it wasn't for me, and this is the thanks I get! I should have left you to die like Guy said. I would have too if it wouldn't be a death warrant for everyone within twenty miles of were they'd find your body."

 

Iason's voice was devoid of emotion when he spook, “I did not ask for your assistance and if you hadn't wanted to face the consequences than you shouldn't pushed me. I do apoligize for harming you, it was not my intention. All the same, I am not responsible for your actions Mongrel."

 

The Mongrel growled, his eyes deep and piercing. "I've got a name asshole, it's Riki, and did you just tell me you're sorry? What kind of bullshit is that? A Blondie wouldn't apologize to a Mongrel."

 

Iason raised an eyebrow. "And I take it you are a foremost expert on Blondie behavioral patterns?"

 

Riki just stared at Iason for a moment, the rage gone from his face. "Oh yeah, I got to know you fuckers real well, what with the way you hunt us down like rats. How the hell would you expect us to get to know you?" The bitterness in the Mongrel's voice tugged at Iason's heart, and the truth in his words ripped it to shreds. Little did the Mongrel know that Iason himself had just sold the rights to hunt every Mongrel in Midas down and take them as slaves. Iason found himself imagining Riki face down in the dirt, covered in his own blood and dying alone while a crowd of onlookers cheered in some far off arena. It was not a pretty thought, and Iason quickly banished it from his mind. He had more important things to worry about then Mongrels. Like why two Blondies had attacked and almost killed him. He had to get to Jupiter, and get to the bottom of this.

 

“How long have I been out?” Iason asked, avoiding Riki's question and managing to change the subject all at the same time.

 

Riki shrugged as he moved to sit in a chair next to the bed Iason was currently occupying. “About two days, haven't heard anything about anyone missing you, but I'm sure we will soon.”

 

“Hum, Jupiter should have found me through my tracer by now.” Iason watched as the Mongrel turned an interesting tone of yellow. He could almost smell the fear coming off the creature. “Tracker,” Riki's voice shuddered, “you mean Jupiter knows where we are?”

 

Iason shock his head his hand going to the back of his neck to find a small scab from a cut that seemed a bit older than the others. “My attempted killers must have removed it.”

 

Riki sighed, not bothering to hide his relief at the news that Iason's last hope at being found was gone. Iason couldn't blame the Mongrel. It was unlikely that he would find any kindness at the hands of a Blondie's rescuer.

 

“Why is it you saved me?” The question had been on Iason's mind since he had first seen the Mongrel standing in the shadowy room.

 

The Mongrel shrugged, and his cheeks took on a rather adorable pink blush. Iason had to wonder at that. What reason could Riki possibly have for blushing? “I already told you that I didn't want the attention that your death would have brought. Besides, I mean it was a pair of Blondies that did this to you. Why'd they want to kill you anyways? Are you a traitor or something?”

 

The glimmer of hope in Riki's eyes left Iason with a cold feeling of guilt in the core of his being. He wondered why he would feel guilty. He was proud of his position in society, and he certainly wasn't ashamed of his work. “It is the two Blondies that did this to me that are the traitors. I must return to Jupiter as soon as possible, so that I may bring them to justice.”

 

The look Riki gave him was venomous. “I see,” He turned away from Iason. “I don't give a fuck about that. As far as I'm concerned all Blondies are rotten and not a one of you will ever see the justice you really deserve.” The fury in the mongrels voice stung at Iason.

 

“All of us? You say that and yet you have gone through a considerable amount of trouble to save me? Don't I fit into that group that you condemn with such ease?”

 

Riki snorted, “It wasn't about saving you, it was about screwing with those other Blondies. Course now that I know they're the ones going against Jupitor I guess that idea bit me in the ass. Guess I'll just wait till you can be moved than I'll haul your ass off to the nearest hospital. Can't let you die when there's a trail of blood right to our front door. The sooner I'm rid of you the better.”

 

Iason blinked still befuddled if not slightly amused by the way the mongrel spoke to him. Not even his greatest political adversaries dared to take such a tone with him. Still, a part of him ached with the words, a part he did not understand. Why did he care what the Mongrel thought of him?

 

“In that case I can leave now. I am capable of finding a hospital so long as you will point me in the right direction.” Iason did not mention that the pain of moving might very well kill him. He refused to show this Mongrel any weakness.

 

Riki snorted, “Yeah like you're going anywhere. You can barely sit up, you think I'm gonna let you leave? You'd fucking die on our doorstep.”

 

“Then why not transport me as you suggested earlier?” Iason said eager to find his would be killers. He had to get back to Tanagura and figure out what was going on.

 

Riki shook his head, “Too dangerous right now. Our rival gangs on the move and your people are probably-what the fuck was that!” The gang leader turned as thunderous explosions erupted a short ways away. Screaming could be heard, accompanied by the sound of lazar fire. “Shit!” Riki was off in moments, running towards who knew what. He slammed the door shut in Iason's face, and for a moment all of the noise was muffled. Then there was another explosion, much stronger and closer this time. It shook the building and blew the doorway off its hinges. Moments latter Iason heard a scream that struck him down to his very soul. He may not had known the Mongrel for long, but he knew that the pain filled cry he heard belonged to only one man. “Riki,” he breathed as he struggled to stand.

 

It took far to long to steady himself after he finally did get to his feet. Once he was certain he could stand he slowly started forward. His body screamed at him for every small stumbling step he took, but he knew time was of the essence. The pain should have been unbearable, but for some reason it was only an afterthought in the Blondie's mind. Here was a person that had risked himself for his enemy, and Iason refused to let him die so easily.

 

The Blondie did not have to look too far to find the object of his desire. The Mongrel was lying unconscious on the ground under a pile of smoldering rubble. It appeared that he had been running down a hall when the ceiling had collapsed on top of him. He now lay on his stomach with a rather large beam pinning him to the ground. On the other side of the pile of rubble that now blocked the hallway Iason could hear the screams of the explosions victims, most likely Riki's comrades. He had no clue what was going on, but he knew he could not let whoever had attacked this place find his Mongrel.

Iason paused for a moment, wondering when he had started thinking of Riki as his Mongrel, but he didn't have time to ponder this now. He wasn't going down with this building, and he wasn't going to let the Mongrel die either.

 

Lifting the offending piece of wood off of Riki proved to be quite difficult. Normally such a thing would have been easy, but in his current state the Blondie barely managed it. Just leaning over had drained his remaining energy, but Iason refused to give up. He could rest after they were safe. Picking up Riki was a bit more manageable seeing as the little Mongrel weighed next to nothing. Still, he struggled to carry him when he could barely support himself.

 

With all other roads blocked Iason returned to the room to see if he couldn't get them both out of the window. He lay Riki on the bed and tried to wake him without success.

 

“It seems I'm on my own,” Iason grunted as he looked around the room. “Very well then.” Iason took the chair that Riki had been sitting in and flung in through the window. The window was not high off the ground, so he gathered Riki in his arms and stepped through. Broken glass bit into his body but he almost welcomed it. The pain helped keep his head clear, and the cold night air filled his lungs bringing him a bit of renewed energy.

 

Iason stumbled away from the building and down the cold deserted streets. Midas stretched out in all directions, swallowing them whole. The Blondie was his last leg and with no idea where they were. He barely managed to stumble into an ally way before he collapsed, dropping Riki in the process. He moaned and pulled himself up and against a wall. He gathered his Mongrel in his lap and pressed him close to his body for warmth. Concealed by the dark alleyway he settled in and prepared to wait out a long and painful night.

 

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