Hi everyone!
A/N: Just to elaborate a bit more: I have come up with some of my own new theories for the brilliant move, Inception. I feel that I should say that this will not be a romance driven story, it's more about the plot. I'm not saying there won't be any, because there will be A LOT, but it so much better when there is an awesome plot behind the story - which I have worked very hard to put together- so please enjoy!
There will be new characters that will be introduced as we go along. But the main contenders are: OC, Arthur, & Cobb. But we will hear a fair amount from the other cast members.
Let me know what you think. Please do not forget to review. Tell me what you like and don't like, or any ideas you might have. Thanks and happy reading.
Chapter 1: Mombasa
Posted March 3rd, 2011.
Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan owns Inception.
"You are seeking a chemist?"
He nodded in confirmation.
"To formulate compounds for a job?"
Cobb crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair while he gazed at the smiling man.
"And to come into the field with us."
"No, I rarely go into the field, Mr. Cobb."
There was a slight smirk on the man's face. Yusuf the chemist to be exact. He fit the stereo-typical role for a chemist in Cobb's mind. Unkempt hair, slightly disheveled and mismatched clothing, so unlike the attire of designer suits on his side of the pharmacy.
"We'd need you there to tailor compounds to our specific needs."
Yusuf inclined his head slightly downwards. "Which are?"
"Great depth."
"Ah, a dream within a dream," Yusuf paused as understanding coloured his facial features, "two levels."
Cobb could now feel the pressure. It seemed that nobody had gone beyond the stage of two levels besides him and his partner Arthur. He already knew how this conversation would end: the chemist probably wouldn't want to be attached to a project that seemed as unstable as Cobb was planning. But he could practically feel Saito's burning gaze on his back, so he proceeded. He released his arms from their folds and leaned forward to gaze with intent towards the newly found chemist.
"Three."
Dark eyebrows started to furrow in the negative. Cobb expected the doubt and welcomed it.
"Not possible. That many dreams within a dream is too unstable."
"It is possible. You just have to add a sedative." Cobb didn't fail to notice the glimmer of a challenge within the man's eyes when he finished his statement.
"No," he leaned forward in quiet anticipation, "a powerful sedative."
Cobb's blue eyes stared into the dark brown of Yusuf's and Cobb knew he had the chemist entrapped into the seemingly impossible plan.
It was as if the ocean itself were in her eyes. He was submerged into the clear blue perfection of her irises. One could not merely describe them as "blue eyes". They were so much more than that.
Pale eyelids descended, as if closing the lids on a rare discovery of sapphires. The rattling of the iron rails began to make her face tremble in fear.
He was the cause of her fear. He knew what was coming and, yet, he held on to her hands for dear life...
xXx
"You know how to find me."
Her fingers were silk against his skin.
Lulling him into the world that was Mal.
Infinitely Mal.
xXx
Her blue eyes seared into his memory again like a freshly opened wound. Doe-like eyes stared in a calm fear.
It was so unsettling. Was he really more frightened than her?
The rails continued their rhythmic dance, instilling dread into their very cores. But they were going home, to their real home, why was he scared?
xXx
The sweet melody of her voice was honey and he was covered in her sweet embrace.
"You know what you have to do."
xXx
Cold water dripped down Cobb's face as he stared into a grime-filled mirror. Was it grime? Or was he seeing things...or not seeing things.
He growled inwardly and turned away from the mirror in order to splash more water onto his face. Distant sounds of women's high heels clicked against the floor, but he disregarded it.
Cobb made the mistake of closing his eyes and images of Mal and flowing curtains flashed in front of him.
So real.
He jerked his back up to look into the mirror. Silently repeating to himself.
Silently repeating to himself: I am not dreaming. Mal is dead.
It would never work. He would need the assurance of something more concrete than the words in his mind. Words he didn't trust since Mal died.
Like a crack fiend looking for a needle, Cobb fished in his pockets until his fingers felt the cool exterior of the steel top. He calmed down a bit as he brought it out and twisted the crown like the possibility of reality in his fingers and let it remind him why he didn't follow his wife to her demise.
The top teetered and then finally gravity claimed it and the toy fell to its side.
"That's an odd choice for a totem."
His quiet spell was broken at the sounds of those words. Cobb spun around and his heart nearly stopped at the figure in front of him.
"Mal?" he murmured.
An alarmed pair of honey-coloured eyes met his gaze and he nearly fell backwards.
"Mal?" he tried again. But the figure just looked as surprised as he felt inside. But the top fell. How was this happening?
"Who are you?" The figure seemed to be stuck between coming towards him and running away. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"It's me, Dom!" His heart was racing uncontrollably and he wanted to take the necessary steps towards his wife, but the effects of the sedative were making him a bit unsteady.
"Why do you look so confused? I'm your husband."
Mouth agape, the figure dressed in fitted black clothes took one step towards him, but then thought better of it and ran out of the dirty washroom and back into the main room of dreamers.
"Mal..." He had let her get away. The crushing weight of loss started to fill him, bringing him down to his knees.
He grabbed the top from off the sink and let it spin once again...
It was still spinning. His heart deflated. He was still dreaming, he knew it was too good to be true.
And then he heard the definite ring of metal hitting the concrete floor.
Mal was alive.
Eames squinted in protest against the blistering hot sun. No doubt he would be leaving Kenya with a tan when they left for Paris later in the evening.
Impatience swirled within his depths as he waited upon the rooftop of the Lotus Hotel - only three star, not Eames' taste but Saito was trying to keep inconspicuous - for Cobb to recoup himself from whatever had spooked him downstairs inside the dreamers' den. But he could he really blame the poor bloke, the place was a tad creepy with all its inhabitants breathing quietly with wires sticking into their veins. And there had been more than forty of them. It had the eerie effect of taking a stroll in a graveyard at midnight.
He lifted his wrist to check the time on his 18 karat gold and steel mix watch; it was 4:24 PM. His eyes roamed towards the door, but his annoyance flared when it was just Saito coming out whilst on his cell phone, speaking Japanese in cutting tones, obviously angry at someone.
Figuring he was in for a long wait he walked over to the patio table where a pitcher of what looked like Tusker – in his opinion the best beer around- and a stack of magazines lay in a neat stack on the glass top. Eames wasn't in the mood to catch up on his current events or the stock market, so when he saw a national gossip magazine with promising photographs of Kenyan beauties, this only strengthened his decision.
Making himself comfortable and pouring himself a mug full of beer, he started to flip through the magazine, silently critiquing and praising the many models, socialites and entertainers within the magazine's glossy pages.
Eames couldn't help but chuckle to himself; it was like going through a photographic version of his black book. He had slept with a fair amount of the local beauties: Ajuma Nasenya with dark chocolate skin and feline eyes, Evelyn Muller who had a golden brown complexion and was all legs and, finally,Maximilienne Kusero. She was...he actually didn't know who she was. He considered himself a genius in all things of beautiful females and, yet, he didn't know this particular one.
He stroked his beard lightly while he read the article concerning the new found socialite.
"Ah, looking for your next conquest." Eames looked behind him to see Saito standing behind him with a knowing smirk on his face.
Eames returned the smile with one of his own, "I could give you a personal tour of Kenya's finest women, although we would have to go to Nairobi for that."
"I will gladly take you upon that as soon as this venture is over." Saito placed his cell phone on the glass top table and took a seat. "Perhaps a celebratory get-together in Nairobi, my treat." He raised his now filled glass of beer up towards Eames. Eames obliged and clinking sounds of glass resonated lightly.
Saito was definitely his kind of man.
He looked back down at the photograph of Maximilienne and then was rudely interrupted.
"I would stay away from that particular one if I were you."
"Excuse me?"
"If you continue reading that article you will soon realize that Maximilienne Kusero is daughter of Emmanuel Kusero."
"Bloody hell! You mean Kusero has spawned?
Saito nodded knowingly.
Eames shuddered in disgust. Emmanuel Kusero was the Kenyan business tycoon who was responsible for the price on Cobb's head: a.k.a. Cobol Industries. Kusero was a large intimidating figure with deep complexion of mahogany and piercing black eyes.
How could a man like that have such an angelic looking daughter? Eames looked back at the picture of Kusero's daughter. A slightly angular face with large honey-coloured eyes, a prominent yet elegant nose and luscious pink lips all set in within a tantalizing burnished gold complexion, which seemed to glow even on the magazine page.
She was looking beautiful and carefree in the candid photo of her chatting with a Japanese schoolmate while leaving a coffee shop. Both girls were in short tartan skirts and pressed white oxford shirts. He had a sudden urge to fulfill a school girl fantasy.
"How have I never heard of her before? She should have been in magazines a long time ago, especially if she looks like this." Eames gestured to the photograph.
"I know. She is quite popular for her looks in Tokyo as well. She spends a semester of school there every year. And she is quite popular with boys; she even shot down my own son. He did not take that too lightly." Saito chuckled.
Eames couldn't help but join in the laughter. "Why? Not a lady's man like his father?"
"Oh, he is. But, apparently, Kusero has her on a tight leash."
He was about to ask who Kusero's wife was when Cobb finally decided to grace them with his presence.
"Are you feeling alright, ?" Saito looked at Cobb with a doubtful expression.
Cobb nodded, but his eyes were bloodshot and slightly distant. Eames thought this man had serious issues and truly felt sorry for the bloke.
But they all had a job to do and he couldn't start letting emotions get in the way.
He gestured towards his two new temporary colleagues.
"Gentleman, shall we begin?"
In case you were wondering:
Nairobi - Capital City of Kenya
Ajuma Nasenya & Evelyn Muller - real Kenyan models
Tusker - Kenyan Beer
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