Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ Mutual Understandings ( Chapter 4 )

Hey everyone! Here's the next chappy. I managed to get it down on time this week, somehow. ~_^

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“You can't be serious!” Iason said staring at the `hotel' in shook. The place looked condemned, ready to come down at any minutes. Iason could swear he could hear the wooden frame of the building creaking as if struggled to hold itself up. Who had built a wooden building anyways? They had been out of circulation for years, long ago replaced by glass and steel. “You can't really expect me to stay here.”

Riki struggled as he stood beside Iason. The Blondie had finally let him down after it was clear he was able to walk on his own. Iason would never admit to it, but even a weight as small as the Mongrel's was a hassle in his current condition and he was more than glade to be rid of it. “I don't expect you to do shit. You can sit out there and rot for all I care, I'm going inside.” Riki stepped forward to head in only to have Iason reach out and grab his wrist in a painful grip. The Mongrels face twisted in pain before being masked with a heated glare. “What the fuck you asshole! I'm not running or anything. Let go, I'm not gonna wanna do shit for you if you break my wrist!”

 

Iason quickly released the mongrel, “I'm sorry.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he even thought about them. For someone very unaccustomed to apologizing he certainly found himself doing it a lot when it came to this Mongrel. The crazy thing was that he was truly sorry. The creature had saved his life, had taken him in, and had lost what little he had in the process. Iason was sure that the Mongrel was concerned about his companions but he was still offering to help Iason. Well, `offering' isn't quite the right word, but he was putting up very little resistance to the idea. Iason knew that this was a Mongrel, and he shouldn't care if he hurt him, but he still did.

 

Riki was rubbing his wrist. Already red marks were visible that would soon match the bruises that Iason had put on his other wrist when he ha grabbed him that first day. “You've gotta stop doing that. Look, I'm going in and getting a room. You can come in too or you can stand here like a dumb ass and sulk, it's your choice. I can promise you're not gonna find anything nicer on this side of town. Not that the base is destroyed anyhow.”

 

With that said the Mongrel walked towards the hotel, a slight limp visible in his stride. He may not show it but Iason could tell he was still injured from the building's collapse. Iason himself was barely staying on his feet, and he knew that he needed to rest soon. After another moments hesitation he followed Riki into the poor excuse for a hotel.

A man was sitting at a broken down desk when they entered the building. He looked up and smiled at Riki as he walked in. “Hey Riki, how's it been?” He paused when his eyes fell on Iason. “Ah, Riki what the fuck is this? What are you doing with this thing?” Iason stiffened at the man's tone of voice. He wondered if he would have to fight. He just hoped that he could in his current condition.

 

Riki laughed his demeanor changing to one of ease and confidence like a flip of a switch. “Hey Mat, don't worry about him. He's not what he looks like. We needed a Blondie look-a-like for a mission. It's amazing what some hair dye and a good pair of colored contacts can do ah? He really does look like the real thing.”

 

Iason raised an eyebrow, surprised by Riki's story but figuring it was for the best. Other Blondie's thought him dead. For now it would be beneficial if they continued to believe that. It would also help him avoid unnecessary confrontation with the Mongrels. “Hello, I am Charlie.” Iason said using the first name that popped into his head. “I am sorry to have alarmed you.”

 

Mat gave Iason an odd look, “Ya sure talk weird. You're hella tall too-“

 

“All part of the disguise Mat.” Riki cut in with a laugh. “Look we need a room for a few nights, and a little quite if you get my drift. Think you could help out?”

 

Mat smiled at Riki his eyes shinning. “Course Riki, ya know I'd do anything for you.” The words seemed to have a double meaning. Iason felt an odd sensation pulled in his stomach. Mat bothered him for some reason, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why. It was more than just his obvious hostility towards Blondies. It was the way he looked at Riki, sizing him up like he was a peace of meat.

 

“Thanks Mat, we'll try to stay out of your way.” Riki said dismissively, his eyes wandering behind Mat to the rooms.

 

Mat winked at Riki. “You don't have to stay too far out of my way you know. I've always welcomed your company.”

 

“Mat…” Riki murmured, his discomfort obvious to Iason.

 

“We require time to rest. Will you show us to our room now?” Iason asked his tone bitting.

 

Mat gave Iason a look, clearly unhappy to have his conversation with Riki interrupted. Iason didn't give a damn. He had already decided that he loathed this Mongrel. “Sure, I've got a couple of free rooms in the back. They're small, but they work.”

 

“We will only require one room,” Iason said. He wasn't about to let Riki out of his sight. The Mongrel might slip away in the middle of the night.

 

“Um, the rooms only got one bed.” Mat stuttered.

 

What Iason did next he did for uncertain reasons. Something about the way Mat looked at Riki, and some absurd idea of creating a believable cover. He wasn't ready for his people to know he had survived, not until he was certain who was behind his attack. Riki had thought to make him out to be a Mongrel, and Iason had to admit that as much as the idea disgusted him there wouldn't be a better cover. Still, he would have to change his appearance and more than that. He would have to act like a Mongrel, and he would do that by doing something no Blondie would ever do.

 

“That's fine, Riki and I are a couple, so of course he will be sharing a bed with me.” He said grabbing Riki and pulling him close. Surprisingly, Riki came easily enough, staring up at Iason dazed disbelief. So the Mongrel had been shocked to silence than, well that was a pleasant side effect to all of this. Iason held Riki in a way that assured that Mat couldn't see his face as he lowered his head down to Riki's neck. From the angle he was at it would look like he was nibbling at Riki's neck, but in truth he was merely whispering in the Mongrel's eye. “Go along with it for now, Riki. I will explain once we are alone.”

 

Without waiting for a response Iason drew back up to his full height. He pinned Mat with a glare, daring him to comment. “Now if you would please excuse us, both of us have had a very long day and are need in of rest.”

 

~~**~~

 

“The Mongrel is awake sir.” Raoul turned away from his conversation, looking down at his aid. The man was not a Blondie but a normal Citizen. He served his purpose well, but he was a bit pushy, always looking for a reason to draw Raoul's attention.

 

“Very well, I will be there shortly. Keep him isolated until then.” Raoul told the man dismissively before turning back to his conversation with Hastins. “Sorry for that intrusion. You were saying...”

 

Hastins raised an eyebrow, his raggedy hair falling in thick columns down his back as he looked around Raoul to watch the aid's fleeing back. “Mongrel?” He asked ignoring Raoul's words.

 

Raoul sighed as he tried to keep his annoyance down at the grating sound of Hastins' voice. The Blondie had only recently transferred to his department, and had since than made Raoul's life a living hell. How the Blondie was able to find a position at all was beyond him. He kept his hair in horrible disarray and he spook in a fashion unbefitting of his position. Still he was directly under Raoul in the field, and he had just started in this business.

 

“It's of no matter.” Raoul said dismissively, “just a Mongrel that I picked up from the raid.”

 

“Oh yes, I heard about that. Amazing that Mongrel's were able to take down Iason Mink. So is this Mongrel a lead or something?” Hastins asked.

 

Raoul frowned, how this man annoyed him. “Something like that. If you'll excuse me I really should be getting going.” Raoul left him without another word, not caring in the least if he was being rude. The other Blondie infuriated him.

 

It was in a foul mood that Raoul came upon the Mongrel's holding cell. He could here the Mongrel's angry cries of protest from here. Raoul smiled, this was going to be just the stress release he needed.

 

~~**~~

 

“What the fuck was that Iason!” Riki asked as soon as they were alone. It had taken a good deal of personal control to walk the sort distance to their hotel room without exploding at the ass hole. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he really expect Riki to go along with this?

 

“You wished to pass me as a Mongrel, I merely enhanced the believability of the illusion.” Iason said with a slight smirk on his damnable face. Was the bastard actually enjoying this?

“By making me out to be your lover?” Riki practically screamed.

 

“If you don't keep your voice down that despicable creature will hear you. I would not quite use that extreme a term, more of a pairing partner.” Iason clarified.

 

“I have a lover you asshole! Mat knows Guy, what if this gets out, what if he finds out about this?” Riki said in a panic. As much as he cared for him Guy was already an untrusting jealous bastard, this wouldn't help that at all.

 

“If your lover was in that building he is surly dead. I do not think you need to worry about his opinion.” Iason's words struck down at Riki's core. It hit him hard and he sat down on the small singlewide bed that took up most of the small room. His sudden weight on the bed stirred up a cloud of dusk and grim, something that Riki was thankful for. It gave him an excuse for the tears that he was barely holding in. Dead? God he was dead? For some reason the thought hadn't even occurred to Riki. Riki didn't think he had wanted to consider it, like some mental block that had formed to keep him from falling apart. The Blondie was wrong. Guy would have gotten out. Riki had gotten out, so why not Guy?

 

“How can you possibly know that? Did you see him fall? You don't even know what he looks like so how could you have?” Riki asked in an angry whisper.

 

“Several explosions went off in the front part of the building. I don't think anyone in that part could have serviced. You need to accept that and move on.” Iason said in that same emotionless matter-of-fact tone.

 

“Fuck you! I don't need to accept shit! You don't know Guy, and I won't believe he's gone until I see proof with my own eyes. Tomorrow I'll go back to the base and see for myself.” Riki said suddenly exhausted. He wanted to go now, but the Blondie wouldn't allow it, and he wasn't sure he would have been able to make it there anyways.

 

Riki frowned looking around the tiny room. There wasn't space on the floor to sleep even if he wanted to, and there was no way the Blondie was going to give up the bed. “I'm going to sleep, you can share the bed since you refused to get your own room, but touch me and I'll cut it off.” Riki warned not elaborating on what `it' was. He figured he'd let the Blondie use his limited imagination. Not wanting to say another word to the egotistical ass he rolled over against the wall and was asleep before he was able to hear the Blondie's response.

 

~~**~~

 

Guy had just about given up on anyone hearing him when the Blondie came in. He had been banging against the door when it had suddenly opened and his hand met with nothing but air. The Blondie on the other side acted with casual grace, grasping Guy's wrist as it came down and pulling him towards him. Before Guy had figured out what happened to him the Blondie had plunged a needle in his arm, injecting him with something, and pushed him back into the room with enough force to land him hard on his ass.

 

Guy's arm stung from the shot but his pride stung more. He had just been injected with a needle, like a common animal. Needles weren't used on humans, they hadn't been for many years. It truly added insult to injury. The Blondie strode into the room and sat down on the single small chair, leaving Guy on the floor.

 

“What the hell was that? What did you just do to me?” Guy asked in a shaky voice, his head starting to hurt. Something was wrong. He felt like he was trying to wade through a mass of thoughts after days without sleep.

 

“It's a truth serum of sorts, it will make you much more agreeable.” The Blondie said simply.

 

“Fuck you, I'm not telling you anything!” Guy said, but his heart was pounding. His mind was drifting and it almost felt as if he existed outside of himself, like he was listening to this all from afar.

 

The Blondie smiled and Guy was suddenly overcome by how beautiful he seemed. “You will tell me everything Mongrel, and you shall do so willingly.”

 

“What's your name?” Guy asked off handedly, he suddenly wanted to know very badly.

 

The Blondie frowned, “Raoul.” He said simply. “You seem ready enough to talk.”

 

“Raoul,” Guy said with a childlike giggle that was extremely uncharacteristic of him. “What da ya wanna talk about?” He slurred trying to stand up but finding that his legs weren't working. `Stupid legs,' he thought his mind working at a much slower pace then normal. `Guess I'll just stay here than.'

 

“Let's start with Iason. Where did you first encounter him?” Roual said in a patient voice.

 

“Ison?” Guy slurred the name.

 

“The Blondie that was saying with you.”

 

“Oh, stupid Blondie, all his fault. Riki's gone, the gangs gone, all the Blondie's fault.” He said as he traced the lines on the floor, a frown on his face.

 

“You didn't answer me.” Raoul said in annoyance. “Where did you first meet Iason.”

 

“Don't know if meet is the right word.” Guy said matter of factly. “He was unconscious when we found him, never talked to `em awake. Would have left em there if Riki hadn't wanted to take `em back so bad. Stupid Riki, knows Blondies are mean. Knows they'll hurt us. Don't know what he was thinking not leaving him there, I would have put a bullet in `em-“

 

Guy was cut off from his mindless slur when Raoul abruptly stood and kicked him in the gut with enough force to send him flying into the wall of the small room.

 

Guy lay there wheezing for a moment, hunched over with an arm wrapped around his midsection. He leaned forward and through up blood before turning hurt eyes on Raoul. “What'd ya do that for?” Guy asked in a pained voice.

 

“You will not speak of him like that. Now who put him in this state?” Raoul asked keeping his anger in check. Killing the Mongrel wouldn't help Iason. The smell was horrible and the Mongrel was fading fast now, he had to hurry.

 

“Already told ya that. It was you Blondies. You did it, you should know how he got that way.”

 

Raoul growled at him, “I would never harm Iason. How do you know they were Blondies?

 

“Riki told me. He saw `em attack, heard what they said to the other Blondie.” Guy said as he leaned back, his eye lids heavy.

 

“You believe this Riki is with Iason?” Raoul asked.

“Um hum, sure of it. He took `em to one of our hideouts,” Guy said.

 

“Could you take me to him?” Raoul asked holding his breath. This was key, this was his chance to find Iason before it was too late.

 

“I could but I ain't gonna.” Guy slurred. “You'd kill Riki.”

 

Raoul frowned as he examined the Mongrel. He shouldn't have been able to deny Raoul any information right now. The serum wouldn't ware out for another two hours or so. That meant that this Mongrel had managed to fight the serum through will alone, even in this condition.

 

“What if I promised to not harm you or any of your Mongrel friends?” Raoul tried again.

 

The Mongrel shook his head. “Don't trust ya.” He said very simply, his eyes starting to drift closed.

 

“And if you did trust me you'd show me?” Roual prompted.

 

“Sure, but I don't trust you, so it don't matter.” Guy said with a sigh as he closed his eyes and started drifting to sleep, a side effect of the drug and his physical condition. Raoul left him now, knowing that it didn't matter if he slept. Raoul would need to get him a doctor, he couldn't let the Mongrel die yet. He had his answer. He would get Iason back, and all that he had to do was sway the small mind of the Mongrel into trusting him. Once he had his trust he would get him to lead him straight to Iason, than he would dispose of him.

 

 

 

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