This is was co-written with Jennypen user/ 1958275 /
The concept and main plot points are her's.
She wrote Lavi's POV and I wrote Tyki's.
It was never finished and this is only Tyki's half. I decided to publish as I felt I'd written a few good words and felt like sharing.
WARNING: Incomplete and likely to remain so.
Where there are double page brakes with notes in capital letters is where Lavi's POV would be.
I have often wondered on days when my dark side is further from the surface what my life would be now had I not been destined to become one of the Noah.
Married? Children? A cold shiver runs down my spine at the thought. More likely working down mines, drinking and playing poker with my colleagues; and visiting bawdy houses. I grin at this. It occurs to me that as a human I was not much different in my pleasures than I am as Tyki Mikk, Noah of Pleasure. Although now I am strong, powerful, wealthy, other. Evil? A matter of opinion. Destructive? Murderous? Maybe. Well there are many types of pleasure in this world.
And yet there is one that is eluding me, something I want, that I have not yet been able to attain. Let me tell you the story... the rumour. There is a man, with flame red hair, a body to make you weep with desire and envy. But that can be said of many who peddle the same profession. What makes him special, or so it is said, it that he is perfectly adaptable to every taste of every client. Nothing is too far. Nothing too depraved. Or he can provide love, or companionship. He knows what you need, maybe even before you do. The perfect sexual toy...
I'm half hard just thinking of the fun I could have if I acquired the Rudhira. And therein lays the problem. He is elusive. Expensive, yes, but that is no matter for me. But constantly moving; Madrid, London, Paris, Marrakesh, Turin, Venice... and so forth. Exclusive. Very difficult to locate, let alone book.
I had only just heard the rumours of his existence, and had my curiosity deeply piqued when the rumours of his disappearance started.
But today... today is a day to celebrate. He is back, and I have news of his location.
I sip my wine, staring into the flames dancing in the fire place. Small hands slip over my eyes.
"Uncle Tyki!" Road's voice squeaks near my ear.
"Road." I say, trying to keep my irritation at the interruption of my thoughts from my voice. Sighing I take her arms and pull her into my lap. She giggles then turns her child's face to look up at me, showing me her ancient eyes. She is the oldest of us in our current incarnation. The little girl, the massively powerful weaver of dreams. The Earl's closest and favourite.
"What were you thinking about? You were so distracted you didn't hear me come in." She blinks owlishly.
"The Rudhira. The ultimate sexual pleasure. I think I have a lead on his whereabouts."
"Really!" she squeals, clapping her hands excitedly. "Ooo! I hope you find him Tyki; you've been looking for so long. And I do love it when you're happy."
I smile at her indulgently, "What did you want Road? I was about to go out and follow up on this information."
"The Earl wanted to speak to you before you left. He's in one of his moods," she pulls a face, turning down the corners of her mouth. "The twins lost a lot of his Akuma in a battle with those pesky Exorcists today."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing deeply. "And this is my problem because...?"
Road opens her mouth to speak, but I hold up my gloved hand to forestall her. "Don't answer that Road. I'll go and see him directly."
She puts her arms around my neck and plants a kiss on my cheek, apparently delighted with my response, then skips on to the arm of my chair calling, "Lero!" before letting herself drop backwards, causing the golem umbrella to shriek in alarm. Propelling itself to be under Road in time to catch her. "Mistress Road, Lero!" it cries.
"Tee hee hee hee! Let's go back to the Earl Lero, Tyki will catch us up."
I watch her leave.
There is a lot to embrace in my life as a Noah, but really and truly, this whole world domination thing is a bit monotonous and cliché. It quite frankly gets in the way of me enjoying myself in all my favourite ways. I do enjoy fighting. It's a challenge, well depending on who I'm fighting with, mere humans are weak, and I can crush them like insects. Those Exorcists however can be a lot of fun, a full outing for my powers. But still, as long as Joyd is not too near being in control, taking pleasure in human company is more fun.
I know we Noah are superior and yes we should rule the world but it will be a dull world if all the humans are Akuma.
I'll be for the chop however if the Millennium Earl ever knows that I feel that way. I think he already suspects. It's hardly my fault. I am the Noah of Pleasure. It should be a given that I wouldn't want to reduce the number of pleasures available to me.
I'm not sure about Road either. I think she feels how divided I am.
Standing, I place my glass on the mantelpiece and look in the mirror which hangs over it. I retie my black hair which has come loose where Road was jumping around on my lap. I nod once, happy with what I see. Then set off through our huge residence to the Earl's "office".
I'm bubbling with excitement that finally I have some seemingly reliable evidence of not only the Rudhira's continued existence (he seemingly disappeared for a few years, I feared he had been disposed of by an overly enthusiastic customer and I would never get to sample his delectable prowess) but also of his current location.
Our home isn't usual as I'm sure you can imagine. Rooms and corridors lead off at strange angles and unusual directions and what you will find in some could put a man off his dinner. Yes, it is opulent in most parts and we lack for nothing. Then there are Akuma drifting about our business.
The Earl is indeed in his "office" or "the Telephone room" as we also call it. I take a seat as I wait for him to finish the call he is on.
He is sat, rotund and bespectacled on his throne like chair. Lulu-bell is curled up on his lap. She opens one eye staring at me for a minute and then closes it again. Bitch. There's a sister I care not for.
The Earl finishes his call. "Ah! Tyki-pon!" he sings out.
"My Lord. I was sorry to hear of the loss of your Akuma today."
His smile increases. A sure sign he is less than pleased about something.
"Yes. The naughty Exorcists stopped our fun and destroyed my pets. Our losses have been high recently." He sighs theatrically, looking down and shaking his head. He stands, causing a disgruntled Lulu-bell to jump quickly to the arm of the chair, and walks towards me; he is surprisingly light footed for such a big man. But hay he's supernatural so it shouldn't surprise me. The expectation must be a hangover from my human perceptions.
He places his arm around my shoulders. I feel his power throng through me, like the air before a thunder storm breaks, and suppress a shiver. I wait for him to continue.
"So, I need my handsome Lord Mikk," he places emphasis on my 'title', "to go on a recruitment drive for me." He pats my cheek; I raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "You should enjoy it. Your old home land, Portugal, Lisbon. The Archbishop is our man. He lives lavishly. Work him and find any potentials for my new pets. Make friends and influence people, sweep them off their feet. The usual modus operandi. You will make me happy wont you, Tyki-pon." It isn't a question.
I nearly laugh aloud; Lisbon was where I'd been told the Rudhira was and his client was apparently the man I was to meet with.
I set off through a portal for the winter sun of Portugal almost immediately.
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