An Oddity Box
Author: Ele. Ai no Kusabi is © to Yoshihara Rieko and June.
Contact: /adeathandamaiden
Rating: adult content present, mature reader advisable. OOC, original characters (maybe). I expect the critics to find this piece of writing far from the canon. A huge PWP.
Summary: I assume this is going to become one of the longest pieces of AnK fan fiction that I've written so far. This fan fic explains how countryside air can be good for a Blondie's health.
Date completed: in eternal progress.
In the Midst of A Socializing Event after the Syndicate Annual Conference. Jupiter's Tower. 20:00 Local Time. Monday.
"I'm telling you,"- Raoul Am kept insisting on it, -"countryside air will be good for your health."
"He just wants me there for his own political cues,"- Iason Mink sipped his wine and carefully looked around the big hall filled with conference participants and household staff (it was his as the conference host's duty to ensure everybody whom he wanted to have a good time was having one hell of a good time), -"he knows I don't approve of his negotiations with the trade unions. The way he leads them is at least unprofessional and a hair's thick from being criminal."
"You've ignored him long enough to ruin his reputation. Everyone knows you haven't spoken to him since last conference."
"Punishment is necessary."
Raoul looked carefully at Iason through the locks of his amber hair that were rumoured to be trimmed in this special way to cover the irregular features of his face, which was, of course, a lie. It was hard not to give a sigh. Only Iason Mink could put the whole weight of a meaningful utterance in a short sentence like this. He's already become the most cited Blondie. Raoul sighed and tried for one more time.
"But this will damage our image on the frontier lands. They are so savage that they only understand your words when they are followed by your canons."
"It means they've never taken it seriously."
"What about my estate, then?"
Now it was Iason's turn to look at his associate carefully.
"You are surprising me, Raoul. What's gotten into you?"
"Well, I just thought we both could do with a break. It's been a busy year and we've worked ourselves inside out. You just imagine: a crimson sunset…"
"You're a hopeless romantic, Raoul,"- sadly smiled Iason, finally putting a finger on other Blondie's true intentions, -"and even a worse liar."
"Every day I wake up, I thank Jupiter I was born a Blondie,"- curtly said Raoul, -"but some things…"
"Enough!"
The air froze from his voice and the temperature seemed to immediately drop below zero. More than anything in the world Iason Mink hated to have the system criticized. He was at the top of this system and to criticize the system meant criticizing Iason Mink himself. He would allow no one, even his second-in-command, to express ill and insignificant concerns towards their perfect system and question Jupiter's authority.
"Let's socialize,"- said Lord Mink in a tone that stood no rejection, friendly again after a second of giving Raoul a sense of a legendary Amoi polar winter, and politely nodded to an Ambassador. Soon the two politics were engaged in a long dispute about the heavy taxes on cargo that had to be paid at Amoi borderline and that the alleviation would be greatly appreciated. Raoul swallowed it hard this time, sighed again and took another glass. Blondies bragged high tolerance to alcohol but that night Raoul Am had a burning desire to get drunk.