Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Unexpected ❯ Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

The Unexpected

Chapter One : Arrival

Disclaimer: The Ai no Kusabi world and its characters were created by Reiko Yoshihara.

Author Note: Thanks Kira for your support and help! Also this fic takes after another fic I got in mind where Iason DOES save Riki from Guy and they live. I got a great idea of it, but following the rescue… writers block! Once I get over that I'll get working on that.

It was a normal morning of a normal day for Iason Mink. Well, it started that way. He'd gotten up for his morning shower, leaving his pet to slumber awhile longer after having exhausted him the night before, like always. Once done he strolled into the bedroom in his glory, waking his pet softy. He found out long ago how to wake him without causing him to be cranky the entire day and resulting in the pet being punished for waking on the wrong side of the bed. That was just one of his pet's little quirks Iason loved about him. Once Iason was dressed and his pet awake enough to make the trip to the table for company they made their way to the already laid out food prepared for them by Daryl, Iason's furniture. Iason was calmly eating his meal while his pet, Riki, murmured about taking a dip to relax his sore 'spots' over his body. This brought the Blondie's lips tugging in humored smile at his not so awake pet, who was definitely not a morning person.

It was during this time that Iason Mink's day took a sharp turn to anything but ordinary with a very unusual gift delivery. From the moment Daryl informed him a large delivery had arrived he was sure that something was amiss. If only it had been. An ambassador from one of the planets at the far end of a neighboring sector had sent him a gift. His planet had been having difficulty with trade with Amoi until Iason had assisted him in straightening out a few problems. The one thing that made him aware that this was not a normal gift was the fact it came in the form of several crates. And one of the smaller crates in particular had two words spelled out in large bold: LIVE ANIMAL.

For a Blondie, it was obvious that Iason was very much caught off guard and very much surprised. And that combined with the many crates peaked Riki's curiosity the most. Enough to wake the mongrel turned pet out of his sleepy world. He approached behind his Blondie master to see exactly what had him so… fazed. On a pure surge of energy Riki sprung at that one crate with speed that enabled him to unfasten and slide open the top panel before his master could grab hold of him.

They both froze. Master caught before a tongue lashing at his pet and Pet's mouth open in small O. Staring up at them both with wide crystal blue eyes was a white puppy with big floppy ears. Grey with black spot or striped markings covered one ear and part of its head. The puppy's large legs and lower body were hidden from the shredded paper that acted as its bedding and potting paper. The silence was finally broken when Daryl crept into the puppy's view and viscera. With a lithe "Roooff" It hopped out of its crate and was scrambling toward a very shocked and frightened Daryl who had never seen such an animal before.

Daryl immediately lunged behind Iason who had dropped Riki who was now lunging to grab the small animal tripping over its own feet before Iason could catch it. With flexibility that always amazed the Blondie the mongrel avoided his grasps with a quick roll and turn, puppy tucked in his arms. Springing to his feet he began to play a dangerous game with his Blondie master, keeping the crates between him and his master.

"We're keeping. Right." It was not a question and a statement that annoyed the master to no end.

"We? What gave you the idea of that?" Iason watched for a moment his pet let his guard down to grab Riki. The circle of crates was not much, but enough to allow Riki to keep Iason from grabbing him. Daryl was not going anywhere near the animal. That was obvious from how he had fled to another room.

"Iason Mink not accepting a gift? Now that's something to cause a stir!" Riki held the pup who was finding this uncomfortable enough to Iason's face across the crates. That gave Iason his opening to run around and catch his mongrel pet. Riki couldn't get out of his grasp quickly enough or risk dropping his precious charge. One arm was wrapped firmly around Riki's middle while the other grabbed the hair on the back of Riki's skull. With Riki screaming he carried him easily to the crate.

"Put it back in there. Now." He leaned to make sure Riki could not simply drop it onto the ground.

Riki tighten his hold on the puppy, clutching it to his chest. "NO! You'll just give it some other Blondie or who knows what!"

Iason tightened his grip on Riki's hair to the point it was painful, not just uncomfortable anymore. "I don't have time for this Riki."

"Come on, let me keep it." Why Riki was getting into this much trouble over such a tiny animal when he really didn't have a single clue as to what it was, or what to do with it. Perhaps because those big blue eyes just tugged at him for a reason he couldn't figure out at the moment.

"Please…" He whispered softly. A word he rarely used if ever.

Now seeing this was not just a mere act of momentary disobedience from his pet, the Blondie's hard gaze softened and he slowly relaxed his grip. Gently he set his pet's feet onto the floor and let go of his hair. Riki spun around and stared into his master's eyes defiantly. The two stared each other down for a few moments, a silent negotiation between them. "It can stay for the time being, but now it's your responsibility. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I got it!" Riki yelled as he turned and strolled away toward the other crates. "What's in these anyway?" Holding the puppy who was now trying to nibble his chin in one arm, he attempted to open another crate with the other. A hand firmly held the top of the crate Riki was attempting to open and held it firmly closed.

"These are not for you Riki, you've got dog, now go." There was no argument in Iason's voice. His patience was wearing thin for Riki, and Riki knew it.

"Alright! Damn it." Pouting as a kid who just had his candy taken away he went to the long couch near the tall windows showing the balcony. From there he began to unknowingly bond with the small life with blue eyes staring back up at him.

Iason took a very deep breath and let it out slowly, a very large headache was beginning to set in. Seeing a folder encased in plastic attached to the side of the largest of the crates Iason withdrew exactly what Riki had just gotten him into. In a very long and utterly boring letter the ambassador explained that the dog was of the Dane breed. A rare oddity among even its home planet for its crystal blue eyes and pure white skin. From a breeder related to the ambassador assured the highest quality of genes. Iason paused to look up at Riki and this new, if perhaps temporary addition to his household, and knew that this was a very important gift. A living treasure on its planet had been sent across to sectors to him simply for doing his job.

Going back to the letter it explained the contents of the other crates: food in the largest crate, and divided among the remaining four crates were bedding, care equipment, and, most of all training essentials for the fact this was a high rise city apartment and not some lot with room for the dog to easily go and do its business. But in case things went bad in training he had left a very capable trainers contact information. Adding it all up had Iason quite frustrated. But the last sentence caught him off guard, his gaze then fixing on Riki.

May your rumored wild and restless pet have something to occupy his time.

Riki soon noticed that Iason was staring at him. "What?!" Iason didn't answer him, but simply tucked the letter into his coat and headed toward the door.

"Daryl." His furniture meet him at the door. "Move the crates into Riki's room and organize their contents accordingly." He paused before exiting his penthouse to look directly at Riki. "You will help him, only, and only, when he needs it." With that Iason left, making his way to elevator. Mussing that Riki was probably already diving to investigate the contents of the crates before he had even left the level. How right he was.

As soon as the door had shut Riki had placed the puppy onto the floor and sprinted toward the crates. He immediately was opening the largest of them. It stood about two feet tall, two feet wide, and four feet long. To his dismay there were only huge bags of what look like to be the puppy's food supply for the meantime.

Daryl stood by, quite accustomed to Riki not listening to their master when he had left. Also because a very small body of fur was dancing around Riki's feet. Riki made a mental note to get Daryl over his ignorant fear of the puppy. Riki knew what it was from the few stray wild dogs that lived in the ally ways and dumps of Ceres he had seen. But those were a far cry from what was following him around as he made his way to the next crate.

It was a two foot square box, containing what look like wrapped sausages, as well as toys, four shampoo bottles, grooming tools, and a few books laying packed on to of a folded bed. Riki took a ball and a stuffed animal that he found squeaked, throwing them away to get the puppy out from under his feet. What followed was pure pandemonium. The puppy tripped over its own large and bulky legs, following the ball that just happened to bounce toward Daryl. The grey eyed young man shrieked then turned running, and sadly enticed the puppy to follow. Riki was laughing in seconds and made no attempt to help poor Daryl.

"Riki! Please take it away!" Daryl screamed as he darted past Riki, a cumbersume puppy ten feet behind him following devotedly. Riki made no move, laughing so hard he slid right down to the floor. Eventually Daryl figured out the puppy couldn't climb, jumping onto the couch. The puppy tried and tried but slipped and tripped over its own legs each time. Riki made his way to the situation, taking this as the time to show Daryl that the puppy was nothing to fear.

"You've never seen a dog, have you Daryl." Riki was grinning ear to ear asking the frightened furniture.

"No! I… I heard stories, long time ago, about how vi... vicious they are." Grey wide eyes stared innocently at him. (YES, people DO act like this, I got proof! Lol.)

Riki shook his head, he knew exactly what dogs Daryl was speaking of. The only known somewhat commonly on their planet. So the puppy below was something to cause a stir, and that was something Riki couldn't wait for. "Those stories are of the street dogs. This one, I think is far tamer. I'm like the street dogs, but this one is an in front of you is like a class A pet." Riki didn't want to put it that way, but it was the only thing he could think of that Daryl would understand.

"So it won't hurt me?" Daryl slowly sat down onto the couch, but still now letting the puppy touch him.

"Hell no! I've seen those street dogs, this thing is pathetic compared to those!" Riki picked up the puppy and sat next to Daryl.

"You've seen them?!" Wide light grey eyes stared back at Riki's dark ones.

Riki nodded, taking Daryl's hand to the puppy's head. It tried to nibble and Daryl tried to take his hand back, but Riki confidently kept him from doing that. "It just wants to play, it won't hurt you." Of course, this was a pure guest, the dog was behaving completely different from any of the dogs Riki had seen. But he wasn't going to tell Daryl that. Daryl soon fell in puppy love, following Riki's example in how to pet it.

"Come on, let's get this stuff into my room. I want to get a look at those books." Riki put the puppy down and they both headed toward the crates. The puppy finally an took interest in the stuffed toy with a head and four legs. Daryl and Riki laughed as they unloaded the crates, watching the puppy flip and flop the toy as it bounced around them. The large crate had three forty pounds bags of puppy dog food. For once Riki wished Iason had stayed, he was still sore, having not had the chance to soothe his muscles. Daryl wasn't having much luck either and in the end they both had to work to carry each bag to his room.

Riki left the toys, bed and books in the main room. Everything else they moved to his room shortly afterwards. Riki then helped Daryl move the crates once they found how heavy they actually were, even unloaded. After an hour of laboring work, they sat on the couch and Riki started to flip through the book focused on care. Two hours later, Riki had a sinking feeling in his stomach having just read over the feeding schedule demanded, and at how large the dog would grow. Larger than any street dog he had seen and when full grown it would weigh the same as him in body weight. And looking at the thick book still on the table just over training, Riki just now began to feel the daunting task a head of him.

What the hell had he gotten his ass into this time? Leaving the book on the table, he went to his room to get the bowls the dog would need, and headed toward the kitchen. "Hey Daryl, I got a job for you!" A small little grin fell on his face and Daryl knew Riki was up to something.

Daryl eyed Riki wearily as food and water were placed on the ground for the puppy, which proceeded to make a mess in its haste to eat. "What exactly do you have for me to do?"

"The puppy might make a few….. accidents until its potty trained, so you got to clean it up when it does it. I'm going to go over the training book that has more details on exactly the hell I'm suppose to train a dog to shit in one place, but till then, you got clean up duties" Riki's dark grin grew and Daryl could only groan.

Riki explained the feeding schedule to Daryl, four meals a day. Food had to be elevated to the high of the dog's shoulders, well once they figured out how to do that, to the dog's should. Should Iason… detain Riki for any reason, Riki was counting on Daryl to do it for him.

Once this was done Daryl went to doing his duties around the penthouse, and Riki went to go take a shower, his soak in the hot tub would have to weight. Of course puppy in tow, even to the bathroom and waited for Riki to finish his shower. Then once he was dressed he flopped down onto the couch in the main room and proceeded to read for a few more hours, the puppy having exhausted itself and needing time to digest its meal fell asleep on the floor next to him. Soon it was feeding time again and Riki brought out the potty pads that had been packed under the bed in one of the crates. He needed to talk to Iason about where the dog should be trained to go. Since there were no grass areas anywhere near Eos. There were options but they had their own back draws. He didn't want to have to give up the puppy, but he didn't know how far Iason would go to make things possible for the dog to stay. Especially since Iason most likely didn't know just how big the puppy would grow. Twice the size of any of the dogs seen running around on Amoi for sure.

Riki also learned first hand just how much energy the puppy had, and finally realize it was a she. A simple flop the puppy was stunned clueless at how it had ended up that way and Riki realize it then. By the time Iason was due to come home, Riki was tired. He had been playing with the pup for over an hour non stop when he finally collapsed onto the couch. His body sore from the constant demanded play from the puppy.

Riki soon fell asleep on the couch not long before Iason returned home with a visitor.

TBC

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