Hello peoples. So this is my first actual posted ANK story, hope it's not horrible. It's kind of a weird writing style for me. I normally go completely camera looking in, but decided to change that up a bit for this one because thought it would be interesting to get into character minds rather than "Anger filled him as he rubbed forehead. 'This wall wasn't this morning,' he thought as he growled in frustration." Anyways, hope people like it. More coming soon, was just writing it at work where it had to stay fairly PG.
He sat leaning against the padded wall as he stared into space. Every few minutes a tremor would pass through his arms, trying to break free from the crisscrossed shackles that held his wrists to his sides. He took in deep breathes as he tried to calm his body down again when emotion built up to an uncontrollable level.
Silently he looked around the darkened cell. The last time he had been in one of the cells in Tanagura, a light had been on from above that left the room a strange shade of green. This time the light was off…probably because he had attacked the guards that tried to enter the room.
Against his better desire the door opened letting the light flood into the room. He closed his eyes trying to force it out but it had already affected him enough so that he was seeing spots.
"Calmed down yet, trash," the voice asked from the doorway.
Slowly he opened his eyes, glancing up at the men. "Let me see him. Let me talk to Iason," he demanded his voice dry from lack of fluids.
"Lord Mink doesn't have any idea who you are and isn't going to waste his time," the man said firmly. "His excellency has ordered us to let you go so long as you say you won't come near Tanagura again."
He shook his head. No, Iason knew who he was; he had to know after everything they had been through. This had to be nothing but a dream…a bad dream. "Let me talk to him," he demanded again.
The man rolled his eyes and started to close the door. "Personally I believe you can rot in here, mongrel trash," he said as he closed the door. "Riki the Dark huh," the man laughed to his friend from the other side.
Tears streamed down Riki's face, staining the outfit that he wore. Iason had to know who he was. The memories he had in his mind were fresh and real. Just last week his domineering blondie had held him close and whispered how he would never let him go…but now….
Falling sideways he curled into a ball. Was this punishment because he had pestered the blond to let him see his gang? He didn't think he had asked that many times. Hell he had even said he loved Iason when the other finally agreed to allow him three days in Ceres unsupervised. He had been so happy when he gave the permission he let the blondie do whatever he wanted to him.
But then that didn't make sense. He had been gone for three days now and returned on time. Any other day Iason would have been waiting at the door for him when he returned home. But this time the doors wouldn't even open. Multiple scans of his retina reported that he didn't even exist in the system.
His call to Iason to ask what was going on hadn't gone through either. Even when he tried calling Cal the call was denied. His phone had reported that it was not able to call the numbers which didn't make any sense. It was a phone from Tanagura so it had the permissions to access the network and call the numbers in Eos. If it had been a phone from Ceres or Midas that message would have made sense. But not with one that was personally handed to him by his lover.
Quietly he laid there trying to figure things out. He took a deep breath and let the day replay in his mind.
He remembered crossing the border to Midas. He had no issue and no one challenged him as he merged into the populated streets of Midas. Yeah everyone cleared a path for him and treated him like there was an invisible wall around him, but that was normal. His approach to Eos Tower two wasn't any different than normal either. No one stopped him or said anything to him.
There were no issues when he walked into the tower either. The gates fluttered open just like they normally would have, allowing him into the lobby. It wasn't until he got to the elevators that he ran into any troubles. He tried to have the system scan his retina's to open the elevator but the system reported he didn't exist. A second and every additional attempt reported the same.
As the confusion of the situation hit him, he remembered that he could use his finger prints too. He tried this, and got the same results.
At this point people were staring at him. Shaking his head not caring about the people, he pulled out his mobile and tried calling his blondie. That's when he got the message which shocked him, that he did not have permission to call the number. Thinking nothing of it he tried the terminal in the pent house knowing that Cal would pick up. The same message played for him.
"Sir, is there something we can help you with," a guard asked as the two approached him.
Riki turned and hesitated for a minute. No one ever talked to him; they would just report everything straight to their respected boss and have them handle it. "The system is pissed off apparently," he mumbled.
The two men were surprised to hear the language from the man before them. Most people in Eso, except Elites, spoke with respect and such. Hearing a person speak so harshly about a system controlled by Jupitar was not something they expected.
"What is your purpose in Eos," the second guard asked.
Riki turned to the men and sighed. "I live here," he mumbled. "But the door won't open."
The men glanced at one another. "You live in Eos Tower? With who," the first one asked.
He raised a brow at the question. Everyone in Eos knows who he was. These two must be new. "I live with your bosses, bosses boss," he replied, which was true. They probably reported to someone who reported to Orphe who reports to Iason.
"You're too cheeky to be Furniture," the second pointed out. "And not refined enough to be a pet. So what are you then?"
A question he hated to answer. Mainly because then the follow-up question was always 'Where is your pet ring?' which always led to him not wanting to answer the questions anymore. "I'm the pet of Iason Mink," he mumbled. "And no, I won't show you my pet ring. He'd kick my ass and I really don't feel like getting punished right now."
The two men again looked at one another. Suddenly they broke out laughing. "You, a pet," one laughed as he held his sides. "That's a good one kid. Who are you really," he asked as he tried to straighten up.
The statement made him confused. New or not, everyone knew that Iason had a mongrel pet. They were taught that in basic training, after all the issues he had with security. "Just call him and ask. Or call your bosses boss, Orphe, and he will confirm it. Hell, call Raoul and he'll unwillingly tell ya," Riki said as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes.
Straightening up, the men look the mongrel over. "What's your name, funny man?"
"Riki," he replied as he glared at them.
Quietly the second man pulled out his phone and called up to an unknown number. "My apologies for disturbing you, sir. I have a person here who claims to be the pet of Sir Mink…" he paused as the other person spoke. "Thank you very much for confirming. We will handle this," he said as he ended the call. "Sir Mink doesn't have a pet, funny man."
Riki's eyes went wide. "What? Says who?"
"Sir Mink's furniture, a young man that provided the name of Cal," he said firmly. "He stated that Sir Mink hasn't had a pet for the last year."
He stood straight, stunned by what the man said to him. Cal said that? There was no way. Cal…the kid never said that he had any issues with him. He never even reported to Iason anything that he did that would normally get him in trouble. Why would he lie now? "Call him back," Riki demanded.
The other man shook his head. "No can do. Now if you are done, you can leave the building. Or do we need to escort you out?"
"Call Cal back," he demanded again. "I don't believe that you called him."
The next thing he remembered was a shock going through his system and he woke up in the cell. After a few minutes someone had tried to enter the room and tell him what occurred. That they had even reached out to Iason and the blondie told them to cut him loose.
But that couldn't be right. Slowly Riki pushed himself up and sat on the bed. Why had he rejected him? Did he not want him back?
Again tears fell from his eyes. He didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted to be next to his blondie, even if that meant he would be tormented and punished. "Fuck," he yelled out.
After a few minutes the door opened again.
Slowly Riki opened his eyes, the sound of the door waking him from his short lived sleep. He looked at the figure, surprised to see it was a blondie elite. "Raoul," he whispered.
"Listen to me now, pest," he spat. "These men will take you to the border and you will return to Ceres. If you ever return here again, I will personally dispose of you. It has taken the last half a year to get Iason's mind off his dead pet and function normally again, and I won't have some look-a-like ruin everything."
Riki stared at the blondie dumbfounded. "Dead…?" he asked softly. "No…what do you mean dead?"
The blondie rolled his eyes. "His pet that you are trying to imitate died a year ago." He paused. "Why am I explaining myself to a mongrel," he growled, turning to the soldiers. "Dress him and deposit him in Ceres. Pass his description around to every department. If he comes near Eos than he is to be brought directly to me," he said as he started to walk away.
"Wait, Raoul! Please wait," he yelled. When the blondie didn't stop he kept yelling out. "Raoul, I'm Riki…I'm Iason's pet! I can prove it to you, please just wait!"
Turning Raoul scoffed. "I saw the body. I personally DNA tested and confirmed it was Riki. There is no way you can convince me-"
"Mimea! You had a pet named Mimea that I slept with without permission just to spite Iason. Iason called you while he was punishing me and you had her on a leash and she said that she loved me…that she wanted to be my mate, not…whoever you had decided for her," he yelled, knowing that wasn't something either would have talked about with anyone else.
His eyes flickered as he thought back to the event that lost him his pet. "How do you know about that," he growled.
He tried to stand. "Because I'm Riki…Iason let me go a few days ago to see my gang."
"Riki has been dead for a year," Raoul repeated as he turned fully to the mongrel. "He jumped off the balcony of the apartment in Apatia."
His legs started to shake. He had mentioned jumping to Iason once before but never intended to do it. All he wanted was to be able to leave Eos. But wait, something wasn't clicking. A year? No, it had been five days at most.
Quietly Riki lowered his head. "Raoul, I will prove to you however you want that I am Riki. I'm not dead," he whispered. "Just please, I want to see Iason again," he choked out.
Raoul stood there quietly. There was no way the mongrel had survived. He knew that without a doubt Riki was dead. But that he knew about Mimea. Yes everyone knew about the affair since they had coupled in a pet area, but no one new about her refusing to have anyone but Riki. That was something he and Iason had kept between each other.
Quietly he turned to the guards who were standing confused. Against his better judgement he sighed and glanced at Riki. "Release him and give him his clothes back. Then escort him to my lab."
Silently Riki raised his head. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but it was a step closer. If he could get out of the Lab, he knew that Iason's office was just on the next floor up.