Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side ❯ A Crisis and a Compromise ( Chapter 7 )

Hey everyone, sorry I'm a little late again. I got really, really sick and than I had a bung of homework to catch up on because I missed a bunch of classes. Ah joyous college, I love it and I hate it.

 

Ethereal

 

Riki had not thought much of it when he had purchased the black jeans and leather jacket for Iason. He had chosen them because they were all that he could find in Iason's size, or even near it, and he figured that Iason wouldn't stand out too much in them. Riki quickly took back that opinion when Iason strode out of the bathroom in the get up, his hair now a satiny black. The fucking Blondie was stunning! He was gonna stick out like a fucking beacon. The clothes were tighter than Riki had expected and clung to the Blondie like a second skin. His eyes were concealed with dark shades that completed the outfit and left him looking all the more dark and mysterious. It wasn't the same elegant beauty from before. He was hot, he was fucking hot and suddenly Riki was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

 

“Is it acceptable? Do I look like a Mongrel?” Iason asked, annoyance clear in his voice as he fidgeted in a very un-Blondie-like manner.

“Not like any Mongrel I've ever seen.” Riki muttered, fuck he looked like a dark god. “What the hell am I going to do with you? You're going to draw a freaking crowd looking like that.”

 

Iason frowned, “what is wrong with it? I know my hair is thoroughly colored, and these clothes are ridiculously uncomfortable, but they defiantly do not resemble a Blondie's attire. What part of the disguise is incomplete?”

 

“Imcomplete? Fuck it's too complete its just you look like, fuck never mind.” Riki ended lamely, suddenly feeling very foolish. “Never mind its just gonna have to work. And you gotta stop saying things like `do not' and `is not' its `don't and ain't.' You sound strange talking the other way.”

 

“I will, er, I'll try, but I am, I mean I'm not accustomed to your manner of speech.” Iason ground out clearly annoyed.

 

Riki chuckled, “maybe you just shouldn't talk until we get there. I'm gonna take us to one of my informants. He might have information about who was behind the attack on my base.”

 

“You are certain you can trust this informant?” Iason asked uncertainly.

 

Riki smiled, “you got a lot to learn. Down here you don't trust anyone but your gang. I've known this guy for a long time though, he's as trustworthy as we're going to get.”

 

Iason seemed to consider this for a moment, “hm, and how do you know he will have any information?”

 

“Cause he's got ties with Blondies, so he should have inside information.” Riki walked over to the bag that he had carried the dye and clothing back in and pulled out the spare bike helmet he had bought. It was black, oh course, god he was turning the Blondie Goth.

 

“Ties to Blondies? Just exactly who is this informant?” Iason asked in a suspious tone, his curiosity peeked. Riki tossed the helmet to the ever ready Blondie, “we don't give out the names of our informants, but you'll meet him soon enough.” Katze was going to love him for this, bringing a fucking Blondie into his place of work. Still he needed information and Katze was the only one who could give it to him.

 

“You ready?” Riki asked wanting to get this over with. Iason was just strapping on the helmet. He looked pointedly at Riki before gracefully striding through the door. “Yeah, like a fucking sore thumb.” Riki muttered as he followed the Blondie out the door. He was going to have to beat the Blondies admires off with a fucking stick.

 

~~**~~

 

“Holy shit!” Guy's eyes widened to the size of saucers as the elevator door swished open to reveal a fucking forest complete with trees, a lake, and hiking trails. The place was absolutely huge! The only wall that Guy could see was the one that they had emerged out of. The other tree where out of sight, probably over the fucking hills in the place. “This is your garden?” Guy stuttered as he stepped out of the elevator, instantly drawn to the lake.

 

“Language,” Raoul cautioned as he followed Guy out, but his tone was lighter than it had been before. “To answer your question this area is shared by the entire building, so it does not belong to me alone.”

 

Guy skidded to a halt, suddenly on alert. He looked back at Raoul in alarm. “You mean there are other Blondie's here?” He asked in a small voice that sounded all too meek for his liking. He would never admit it but the idea of being in a room full of Blondies scared the crap out of him.

 

“Hum, why would you ask? Are you afraid of them?” Raoul asked hitting the fucking nail on the head.

 

Guy glared at him, his hands balling into fists. “No I'm not afraid of them, I just don't trust `em that's all. Blondies are fucking monsters. They couldn't care less about the life of another person and they do whatever they damn well what to.”

 

“I am a Blondie,” Raoul reminded him. It was odd, he still didn't sound angry.

 

“Yeah and there's something seriously wrong with you! I mean if you wanted information you could have forced it out of me or something! You're treating me like a guest and you dress me like a goddamned pet-“

 

Raoul was in front of Guy in an instant, his hand over the Mongrel's mouth. “This is your last warning, watch your tongue Mongrel. I am not keeping you as a pet. I do not keep pets and if I did I most certainly would not chose from among your stock, nor would I dress them so plainly. You are merely work that I decided to take home with me. You amuse me, and despite my better judgment I would prefer to not have your blood on my hands.”

 

“Why not?” Guy cut him off, “With all the blood on them already its not going to make any difference.”

 

The look that Raoul gave him made him regret the words the moment they left his mouth. There was anger in that look, but pain as well. “I do not want to hurt you.” Raoul repeated, “but if I do not get what I need soon then I will do what I must, if it comes to that.”

 

“But what the hel- what do you want?” Guy asked him in a voice that was layered with more emotion then he cared to think about.

 

Raoul frowned and a deep sadness seemed to fall over him. “If you really wish to know then come and sit with me, I will tell you.” The tall Blondie passed Guy and took a seat under a huge tree beside the lake. After a moment Guy moved to join him, putting a small bit of distance between them as he sat down. The green grass beneath them was rather thick and it provided a very comfortable resting place.

 

“Did you ever actually ever meet Iason?” Raoul asked after a moment.

 

“Not really.” Guy said nervously. This was a sore subject for both of them. “He was unconscious when we first found him, and only Riki talked to him after that.”

 

Raoul sighed, “then you would not know what a profound impact he has on a person. Once you get to know him you can't help but like and respect him. I think that's part of the reason he's done so well in his work, but it's also the reason I consider him as close to me as a brother, and I will do anything for him.”

 

Guy fidgeted nervously. He had not expected this from the likes of a Blondie. “I can kinda understand.” He admitted, “the way Riki talked about him, I could tell he'd had some majoir effect. I still don't get what that has to do with me.”

 

“I need to know where he is,” Raoul said quietly. “You are the only one who can help me in that.”

 

“I can't, Riki, well fuck you saw what happened the last time that you found him. I just can't okay. I mean what would stop you from just killing Riki, or anyone else that got in your way for that matter?” Guy asked.

 

“You would have my word that I would not harm him or anyone else, but I know that means nothing to you.”

 

Guy signed and shook his head. Raoul really didn't seem like that bad of a guy. Could he trust him though, with everything he had left. Guy wasn't so sure. “If, if I were to help you you'd promise not to hurt Riki, or anyone else? I'm not saying I will or anything, but if I do you'd have to promise to go alone, no bomb squad this time.”

Raoul scowled, “like I'd allow those idiots anywhere near the Iason again after what happened.” The anger in those simple words left no doubt in Guy's mind that Raoul meant them. “That aside, I will not harm any of your people Guy, you have my word.”

 

Guy sighed as he battled his conscience and his common sense internally. “Look I gotta think about it okay? Just, give me some time.”

 

Raoul nodded and settled against the tree. “I will give you as much as I dare, but I fear for Iason's life. If whoever is after him learns that he is still alive than he could be in grave danger as we speak.”

“And if Riki is with him, fuck. You know what fine. I can't stand being here any longer not knowing if he's okay. I guess I've gotta trust you, though I don't like it. I don't know for sure where they'll be, but I'll show you the hideouts. Just don't think I won't know if you try anything cause I will. I've got informants there okay?”

 

Raoul nodded, clear relief in his eyes. “On your terms Guy I promise, and thank you. We'll leave as soon as you're ready.”

 

Guy stood and brushed himself off. He still couldn't believe he was agreeing to this but he had to see Riki. “Well then lets get it over with now. I'm fucking sick and tired of waiting.”

 

~~**~~

 

Iason had grown accustom to the bike that Riki used as transportation by now. He rather enjoyed it in fact. The feeling of the motor beneath him like a live animal, the wind whipping through his hair, the Morgrel's back pressed up against him…

 

Iason shook his head, what was he thinking? Was he accually starting to enjoy this life style? He liked the freedom that came with it. It wasn't the same thing day after day and he didn't have to work to please anyone. He could be himself, and just enjoy his time. More than anything he found himself enjoying the Mongrel's company. Odd that he would get along so well with a creature that he had always thought of as belonging to a subspesics. Riki was intelegent, coragous, loyal, and pasioate, all of the qualities that Iason would seek in a Blondie rested with the Mongrel. Iason could not deny that he had grown fond of the creature.

Riki leaned into a turn and Iason leaned with him holding on tight. At first he didn't know what had happened. There was a loud noise and than the bike jumped to the side with a jolt that threw both of them off. Riki was ripped out of Iason's grasp right before the Blondie slammed through a window. Security sirens went off as Iason rose to his feet in the middle of some kind of pawnshop. The clerk leveled a gun at him but Iason ignored this and jumped back through the window, recently healed injuries screaming. He immerged from the storefront to find a scene that clenched at his heart. There were nine Vuzerians outside, one of them holding Riki by the neck. The Vuzerians were the ones that Iason had contracted to hunt down and capture the Mongrels, and it seemed they were already on the move. “I don't know Gee, that one looks a little frail to make a good fighter.” One of them was telling to one holding a struggling Riki up off the ground. He pocked at Riki as the Mongrel struggled, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

 

“Who the hell are you!” Riki yelled as he thrashed clearly enraged.

 

“Haven't heard yet ah swine. The Blondies gave us leave to round up all you Mongrels. You'll be working for us from now on.”

“Fuck you!” Riki screamed and managed to kick the Vuzerian that was poking at him.

“Ouch, little fucker. I don't know Gee, this one might not be worth the trouble.”

 

“He'll be fine Mattiz, he's got fight in `im” the one called Gee said with a laugh as he knocked Riki over the head causing him to pass out. The people of Vuzeri were quite strong, though not as strong as a Blondie. Still, a Mongrel was no match.

 

Mattiz moved away, nursing the hand that Riki had kicked. “Fine throw him in with the others, I don't care.”

 

That was it. Iason wasn't about to let them take Riki away. The Blondie moved to attack the one closest to him, intent on taking his weapon.

 

“Hey another on, that one's huge!” The one called Gee yelled alerting the entire group as to Iason's presence. Iason took out the first one and got the gun easily enough, but then Gee put a gun to Riki's head, “Stop right there scum or I'll shoot him!”

 

Iason paused his eyes falling on Riki's limp form. “Yeah that's right Mongrel, you came back for this little guy right? Don't want him returned to you in little pieces do you?” The damned Vuzerian taunted. “You look pretty strong for a Mongrel, you could be a champion in the arena. Tell you what, you go along nice and easy and I'll let you keep this one for yourself. Doubt he'd last long alone in the arena anyways. What do you say Mongrel, you going to go along with us or should I just kill this one now?”

 

“I am not a Mongrel,” Iason clarafied as he stared down the Vuzerian. “I am a Blondie.”

The entire group burst into laughter. “Yeah, that explains the black hair!” Gee gasped out in between his laughter. “Didn't you hear me, it was Blondies that set this whole thing up!”

 

Iason removed his glasses showing off his blue eyes. “I have dyed my hair in order to blend in with these creatures. You may go about your business but leave that one be, he is mine.” Iason said as if he completely expected to be obeyed. In truth he was quite nervous. Why would these Vuzerians believe him?

 

Gee narrowed his eyes as he looked at Iason's face. “So you're some kind of freak but you're no Blondie. No Blondie would care about what happened to a Mongrel. That you were willing to fight for him proves that you're lying.”

 

Iason was not used to being denied so instead of replying he leveled the gun at the Vuzerian that was holding Riki and fired. Iason was, of course, a master marksman and the Vuzerian dropped before he was able to react. Riki dropped to the ground as well, still unconscious. The Vuzerian's body landed on top of Riki, successfully trapping him and shielding him all at once. “Gee!” One of the Vuzerian's yelled and ran to help his fallen comrade. Iason moved forward as well, he couldn't allow Riki to be used as a weapon against him. It was at that moment that he felt a jolt of electricity surge through his back. He turned with a start and saw a scowling figure, the Vuzerian Mattiz, standing behind him. The Vuzerian was holding a high voltage stun gun that he had apparently just fired at Iason. That explained the burning pain that the Blondie had just felt, as well as the sudden dizziness that he was now experiencing. Iason's knees gave out and he fell halfway to the ground, the gun falling out of his limp fingers. Mattiz grinned as he approached, he was dressed differently than the others, probably due to higher rank. He looked down at Iason shacking his head. “Still awake ah? Mark my words boys this ones gonna be trouble, but he'll make up for it in the ring.” Then he shot Iason again and the world around the Blondie faded to nothingness.

 

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