Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ The Unfamiliar ( Chapter 5 )

Hey everyone! Hope your having a good Valentines Day! Here's a gift of a Chappy with just a hint of love-hate relations thrown in. Hope you enjoy.

 

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Passing Reader

Sorry if the last chapter seemed a little stiff. I admit it was hard to come up with parts of the dialogue and I appreciate the advice. Hopefully this part's an easier read. Enjoy!

 

 

Ethereal

 

 

 

Guy awoke in a much different place than he had passed out in. He remembered that cold tiny room and the equally cold Blondie. Raoul, he remembered the Blondie had told him his name was Raoul. Beyond that he remembered nothing. He knew that the damned Blondie had given him some kind of shot, and that it was the reason why he felt like shit and why hours of his life had been stolen from his memory. He didn't know what he had told the Blondie, but he feared that the ass had gotten whatever answers he needed, otherwise he wouldn't be alive. Than again why the hell would that matter? If the Blondie had gotten what he needed he would have just killed Guy, so what the hell was he doing here in this room, and what a room it was!

 

The room had a predominantly red theme to it. Not blood red but dark burgundy, with splashes of deep purple and a very light yellow thrown in throughout. The room had more furniture in it than Guy had in his entire apartment, but it was the giant bed that caught Guy's attention. Guy had awoken on flush carpet, rather than on this bed. His clothes were gone, much to his dismay, and he was now wearing very plain clothes that matched the light yellow in the room. Guy groaned, “What the hell, I'm color coordinated with the fucking room? What the fuck is going on here?”

 

“I would ask that you kindly refrain from using such fool language in my presence, it will not be tolerated in the future.” Guy spun at the nauseatingly familiar voice to find the damned Blondie sitting at a desk in the corner looking over some papers. The Blondie had his back turned to him, and didn't bother to face him as he spoke. He had abandoned his over extravagant clothing for a simple yet elegant pair of black silk nightclothes that made his hair stand out in stark contrast.

“What fucking future?” Gay spat purposely defying the Blondie. He climbed to his feet, looking over at the Blondie to see if he had turned. Guy wanted to see his face. He could read nothing from that voice, and he wanted to know what the Blondie was thinking. “Are you saying that you plan to keep me here? Why the fuck would you do that?”

 

The Blondie didn't say anything about Guy's language. That almost unnerved Guy more than if Raoul had just lashed out at him now, at least than he would know when it was coming. “I do intend to keep you here, and I would suggest that you learn to behave or your stay will be decidedly unpleasant. So long as you act civil, however, I will treat you civilly.” The Blondie still didn't face him. His attention was on his paperwork, as if Guy was just a side note.

 

“Like you could treat anyone civilly.” Guy murmured as he went over to sit on the gigantic bed. “Why do you have me here? Is this place your room?”

 

“Yes it is.” Raoul said in a board tone.

 

“Well why the hell am I here than?” Guy asked, feeling a bit panicy. What would a Blondie want of a Mongrel in their pritave living space?

 

Raoul finally turned around, a small smirk on his face. “You are here so I can keep tabs on you, unless you would prefer a prison cell?”

 

“Possably,” Guy muttered suddenly not so such, “the cell rats would make better company.”

Raoul stood and walked up the Guy towering over him. Guy suddenly wished he had not sat on the bed. He figited under Raoul's gaze, uncertain what to do. “Yes well unfortunately for you I'm not done with you yet.” The Blondie said in a husky whisper that left Guy utterly shaken. Raoul leaned in a bit, clearly enjoying Guy's discomfort. “What's wrong Mongrel? Nothing to say?”

 

“Fuck you.” Was all that Guy was able to get out.

 

Raoul chucked finally pulling away and heading for the door. “It seems you still can't control that mouth of yours. I would invite you to come and join me for dinner, but I wouldn't want your foul mouth to spoil my appetite. When you are ready to speak in a respectable manner I will let you come down to eat. Until than you shall remain up here.”

 

“Like I'd want anything you've got to offer. Leave me the fuck alone!” Guy screamed throwing the only thing he could get at from his position, which unfortunately ended up being a pillow.

 

Raoul blinked as the fluffy object hit him in his face. As the pillow fell Guy could see a look of shock on the other man's features, and he wondered what the Blondie would do. What he wasn't expecting was for Raoul to laugh good heartedly his face lighting up with real genuine humor. Guy blinked and started at him. For some reason he had never thought of Blondies as having real emotions. He had always thought of them as being more like machines. After all it was a machine that had created them, so how could they be human? How would a machine know of emotions, or how to inspire them within living beings? Still, Guy couldn't deny the surprise that had flashed across Raoul's face, or the damnable humor that had followed.

 

The Blondie chucked before turning, “when you are done acting like a child come and join me. I will be enjoying my meal.” Just like that the Blondie turned and left Guy alone with his thoughts and his horrible memories.

 

**~~**

 

Iason had not expected to be able to fall asleep that night. His injuries throbbed and there wasn't any medical means to quite them. The sound of lazar fire and of screeching brakes pierced the night, and the Mongrel lying beside him was snoring softly. Iason had never shared a bed with anyone and the idea of doing so was not one he had enjoyed. He had considered kicking the Mongrel to the floor and taking the bed for himself but he doubted the creature would be very agreeable in the morning if he did. So Iason had begrudgingly and out of pure exhaustion laid down on the tiny lumpy excuse for the bed, and woken up felling more refreshed and well rested than he had in a long time.

 

Iason looked down at the Mongrel still sleeping beside him. Was he the reason he had slept so well? It had been a surprising comfort, falling asleep to the warmth beside him, drifting away to the lull of the Mongrel's soft breathing. It wasn't something Iason had expected, nor was it something he could explain.

 

“Guy?” The Mongrel shifted he his sleep and before Iason knew it Riki had latched onto his side and had buried his head in his chest as he blinked sheepishly, hiding his face from the evading light. “I don' wanna get up yet. Come on Guy, let's stay in bed for awhile.”

 

“Riki.” Iason said in a stern voice, his heart leaping at the position he suddenly found himself in. A part of him, a very large part, wanted to shove the Mongrel away. Everything in him screamed that he shouldn't be letting the Mongrel touch him, but a deeper part of him couldn't deny that he was enjoying the closeness. In the end it didn't matter. As soon as Riki heard his voice he pulled away so fast one would think that he had been burned.

 

“What the hell? What the fuck were you doing?” Riki said as he inched against the wall, putting as much distance between them as he could. “Don't touch me you fucking asshole!”

Iason smirked at this, “don't flatter yourself Mongrel, you were the one clinging to me.”

“Fucking hell I was! Why the hell would I want to be anywhere near you?” Riki asked with wide eyes.

 

“I can not say for certain, but this is not the first time you've woken up pressed against me.” Iason said with a light, teaseling hint to his voice that was very unfamiliar to him. “I do not pretend to understand what goes on in your mind. It does not matter, however, I will overlook this if you will help me find out who did this to me.”

 

Iason stood and looked down at himself with a frown. His clothes were absolutely atrocious. Such fine material was not meant to be slept in, less likely wore over reparative days. “I will need to acquire a new set of clothing, and I must find some of this dye you spoke of. I will not be able to go unnoticed as I am now.”

 

“Oh hell no. First w'ere going back to my base so I can figure out just what the hell happened. Then I'm taking you straight to a hospital were I can get rid of you and all of your bull shit once and for all.” Riki stood as well, smiling as he tested his legs. “Looks like I'm pretty much healed up, alright lets go.”

 

Iason frowned, “I will permit you to go back to your base but-“

“Oh you'll permit me?” Riki cut him off, his dark eyes flashing. “Thanks a fucking bunch! Look you need my help, not the other way around. If you want to come with me fine, otherwise you can just go fuck yourself.”

Iason scowled, his earlier amusement at the Mongrel's language growing more into annoyance. “Do you realize who it is you are addressing Mongrel? I could bury you.”

 

“Sure, kill me you fucking Blondie and where would that leave you? You'd still be lost and then you'd be alone. Don't think you're going to get anyone else around here to help you. Most people around here hate your kind even more than I do. So if you want to get out of here fine, but we're doing it my way.”

 

Riki stormed out of the room before Iason had a chance to reply, leaving the Blondie once again astounded by the creature's nerve. How dare Riki speak him in that manner? In any other situation the Mongrel would face severe consequences for such behavior. The problem was that in this situation the Mongrel was possibly correct. Iason did need his aid, and his cooperation. For now Iason would go along with him and wait for the right moment to force his point. Iason was used to getting his way, and when the time came he would gain the Mongrel's assistance, by force if necessary.

 

With that in mind Iason made his way to the front of the hotel. Riki was there already, talking to that horrible excuse for life, Mat. The other Monrgel was leaning against his little desk as they talked, his hungry eyes on Riki, looking at him as if he was visually undressing him. Iason shuddered in revulsion, the sight of the damned Mongrel steering up things in him that had no business being there. He quickly walked up to them and grabbed Riki by the wrist, being careful not to use too much force as he pulled his away and towards the door. Riki had seemed lost in thought when Iason had come up, but when he had been grabbed he had started putting up a fight. “Hey where are we going?” Riki asked as he pulled back against the Blondie's hold.

 

“Back to your base, that's what you wanted isn't it?” Iason asked in mild annoyance.

 

“Yeah but hang on one second, I need to talk to Mat real quick.” Iason stopped but didn't release his hold. He could feel Mat's gaze burning into his backside and he wanted nothing more than to never have to see that damnable Mongrel again. “You already talked with him,” Iason ground out between clenched teeth.

 

“Yeah, and I was in the middle of that conversation when you decided the grab me and start dragging me away. Man you guys don't have any social skills do you? Guess you wouldn't need them when you can take whatever the hell you want.” Riki said the last part under his breath so that Mat couldn't hear. He was still trying to keep up Iason's cover, that was good.

 

“We have more social skills than you know Monrgel. We are the dignitaries for this entire planet.” Iason replied just as quietly.

 

“Well I sure as hell haven't seen them. Now if you'll excuse me I'm not done with my conversation yet.” Riki pulled against Iason's grasp and this time Iason let him go and talk to the other Mogrel. Had he really just called Iason rude? The Blondie chuckled at the thought, once again amazed at the audacity of this creature. If anyone was rude it was him. Iason let the matter drop in favor of walking other to where the two Monrgel's were talking. As much as he would rather throw Mat off of the highest building in Tanagura he was not going to leave him alone with his Mongrel.

 

“Sorry `bout that Mat, he's eager to get going.” Riki said glaring at Iason.

Mat smiled, “no problem Riki. If I looked like that I'd wanta get out of it as soon as possible.”

“Out of what, exactly?” Iason asked hating the Mongrel more by the minute.

 

Mat looked at him like he was crazy, “that get up of course. Don't know how you stand it, looking like that.”

 

“I manage,” Iason hissed as he reminded himself yet again why it would be a bad idea to break Mat's neck. “Riki, what is it you needed to say to this Mongrel?”

 

“Wow Riki he even sounds like a Blondie!” The oblivious Mongrel exclaimed.

 

“Yeah, he really gets into character.” Riki growled out, “listen Mat you said that you heard about what happened to Bison. What exactly do you know?”

 

Mat frowned at this. “Just rumor really. I've heard the entire building collapsed.” He moved closer to Riki, taking his hand in his own. “I'm so sorry Riki, I don't know how anyone could have survived that.” Riki pulled his hand away, which was good because if he hadn't Iason would have likely done much worse.

 

“I survived Mat,” Riki said flatly. “I won't know for sure until I get there. Have you heard anything about who might be behind this Mat?”

 

Mat frowned at Riki's subtle denial. Iason wondered if he was bothered by how easily Riki had brushed him off, he hoped he was. “Well I've heard one rumor, but I can't see how I'd be true.”

 

“What's that Mat?”

 

Mat sighed and shook his head. “Well I've heard that the people who attacked Bison were wearing Tanagura style uniforms and I've even heard that a Blondie was spotted with them.”

 

“One more thing Mat, can I use one of your bikes?” Riki seemed very calm at this news, Iason was not convinced. He himself was shocked to here this. If Blondies had attacked the place than they had to be after Iason. Had they tried to rescue him or finish him off? Iason didn't know what to expect anymore.

 

“If you need it its yours Riki. Just be careful with it. You know I can't get another one if it wrecks.” Mat said with a smile.

 

”I will, thanks Mat, for everything. Come on Ia-Charlie, lets go.” Riki said through clenched teeth as he stood and left in a hurry. Iason followed him out too lost in his own thoughts to notice to near slip up. He had to find out who was behind the attack on him, and what they wanted. Iason knew if could trust Raoul, but so would whoever was after him. He couldn't contact his old friend, not without blowing his cover. So for now he would follow this Mongrel. If it was Blondies that had attacked Riki's base then there was a good chance they would end up with similar destinations in mind anyways. It wasn't something that Iason could have ever predicted, but for now the Mongrel was his greatest ally. So as with any valuable asset Iason would do what he could to protect Riki. At least until he found out who dared threaten his life, and then Riki's usefulness would come to an end.

Ahhh, Iason's jealous, not that he knows it. I'm not even sure he'd know what jealousy is since he's never really had anything to be jealous of.