Summery:
The Delilah have made Cain extra cautious with Mary Weather by his side. However, when Riff appears through the night fog Cain's heart is put to the test.
Cain/Riff --Placed after Volume 7--
Disclaimer:
Keep in mind that I do not own Godchild. I'm just a huge fan who looks foreword to writing stories like this. I'm a loyal fan so I try to make sure the story makes sense. This is my first fan-fiction so give me some feedback. Thanks guys!
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Chapter 1--A Fog Night Return
London has become mysterious and unpredictable, it's nights splattered with blood. Events still haven't changed, the police still working as hard as they can to put some form of justice to the mysterious murders that revolve around the young Earl of the Hargreaves family. Tonight didn't seem as terrible as the others. The moon was full, lighting the streets as horse drawn carriages went about their business. The night was even pleasantly warm. Most people spent tonight in the diners of the stone streets.
Among these people were two cloaked figures. One was tall bearing a black cloak while the second figure was smaller with a green cloak. While others were out to enjoy themselves these two were out for the essentials they need. On their way to the market by foot they felt secure enough to set to the streets. The battle they keep to themselves and a street group makes them uneasy, but if there are people then the enemy would never risk exposing themselves due to street witnesses.
Despite the number of people walking about the streets the two figures tried to stay as silent as possible. Their footsteps blended in with the surrounding sounds as their formed pierced through the night fog. To make the trip as quick as possible the two made their way down a back alley street at a rush. The less time they spent alone the better--
Suddenly stopping!
Their strategy was cut short as a figure came around the corner up ahead. His tall trench coated form stood as a shadow until he stepped into a street light. Silver hair and pale skin gleamed at them with a color theme of deep blue and white about his clothes. At the sight of him the black cloak shifted to look toward his companion. He was at a panic to protect the tiny one.
"Mary Weather, step back!" He said and she gasped before running more toward a near by trash bin.
He then turned back as a gust of wind blew past, blowing his cloak hood back. Golden green eyes shine through deep brown hair in a determined glare as he reached into his black jacket and pulled out his gun. He shifted to point it as the silver haired man rushed foreword. He managed to grab the teen's wrist and hold it to the side. He then quickly turned the teen, twisting his arm behind him and pinning it to the small of his back. His free arm instantly rested across the teen's chest and pulled him close, twisting his wrist until the teen finally let go of the gun.
"Please, Lord Cain...Hear what I have to say." He said in a gentle tone and the teen shook his head as if this was some kind of sick joke.
"Well...now you revert to calling me 'Lord Cain' again...I won't be fooled by you Riffael." The teen said and the silver haired man let out a small gasp.
Sense when has Cain called him by his full first name? Then again, can Riffael blame him? It's the man's fault for breaking the friendship they once had...No...It was more than a friendship...It was some kind of love. Riffael couldn't make it out until just recently.
The teen then began to struggle but Riffael held him tighter. It even got to the point where he had to shift and pin Cain to the back alley wall. Finally Mary Weather couldn't take anymore and she looked around for anything she could use to help. She hasn't thrown anything in a while so hopefully her aim is still sharp. She picked up a rock and threw it, just barely missing her target and hitting the wall instead. She was quick to pick up another rock as both men looked back at her. She flipped her hood back and stepped out into the alleyway, revealing long blond hair and blue eyes.
"I won't miss next time so let him go you jerk!" She said bolding before preparing to throw the rock.
"Miss Mary Weather...I only want to speak, that's all. I didn't come her to fight." His grip then became gentle on Cain before he hesitantly let go. As Cain shifted to stand up strait, still facing away, Riffael could only stare in his silence. He then averted his gaze. "I came to ask for...forgiveness--"
"No." The response was almost instant and the silver haired man instantly looked back to him. He was still faced away. It's like he didn't want to face Riffael anymore. "I won't take any risks again. You seemed to be to good to be true and I fell for it...So don't ask for forgiveness..."
Mary Weather wasn't sure what to make of the situation. It's like the man they knew had returned to them but she could understand Cain's concerns. He was right. The risk would be to great, but she felt like he couldn't truly excel without him. The two were so close before the betrayal that no one could come between them.
"...Riff..." She opened her mouth to say something when the silver haired man placed a hand upon Cain's shoulder to turn him around.
The young Earl made to retreat to the side but he Riff reached out placing a hand upon each elbow. "Lord Cain...I know this is hard to accept. I know I would have to prove myself somehow to win the way back to the way we once were. I miss the cases I helped you with, the job you gave me, the duties I had--Lord Cain...I miss it all...I would give anything to have it back." He said desperately, hoping that his emotions would mean something to Cain.
The young Earl hesitated before he shifted and pulled free from Riff. He stepped over and picked up his gun as he thought. "There's really no words you can say...that I can trust whole heartedly...You can't expect me to trust you after the display you showed."
"Then take this." Riff reached out and took Cain's hand and placed a bottle to his palm. Not expecting it, the teen looked down at his hand as it still rested in Riff's. "This is what Dr. Jizabel used to bring me back to life to begin with. If you give it to me twice the chemical will cancel each other out and kill me. If you feel that there is something wrong with me then you can use it." Cain stared at the bottle for a long moment before looking to Riff. The man was willing to give it all up...Riff's determination was mixed with a deep gaze of hidden sadness. Cain didn't know what to make of this entire situation. Everything seemed to fall apart quickly in these last couple of weeks. "Lord Cain... Please...I beg you...I know I hurt you. You can't hide it from me...But I hope to try to get back to where we were. I enjoy what I was to you--"
"Stop!" Cain lifted his hand away from Riff's and took a step away from him. He closed his eyes for only a moment to compose his thoughts. He then opened them and looked to the bottle. He was tempted to throw it away and Riff could see it but the young Earl slipped the bottle into his chest coat pocket. "I'll let you come back...but I don't think my trust in you can ever be the same. Besides...You never knew what you were to me anyway."
Riff blinked curiously as the teen averted his gaze. "Lord Cain?" He stepped a little closer to Cain, reaching out to place a hand upon his back. At the contact Cain put his gun away and punched him right across the face. "Ack!" Mary Weather let out a small squeak as Riff collapsed to the stone street and Cain shook his hand a little, having struck the man at a strange angle.
"That's for my own comfort..." He then sighed and stepped closer to offer a hand to help him back to his feet. "...Just...Don't do it again, Riff..." He said sadly and Riff looked up at him with understanding before letting the young Earl help him up.
He gave a gentle smile. "So, my understanding is that I have my duties back, is that right. What is it you need from the market?" He asked.
Cain looked toward his younger sister who gave him a soft smile as if to encourage him. "Actually times have changed. We try to get enough food to last us for a few weeks. It's far to much for you to carry by yourself. So we'll all have to go."