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I am so sorry for making you wait so long. I think it's almost a year.
I could cook up a bundle of fibs to make myself feel better about not posting but, I'm not gonna.
If any of you followed my FFVII fic Price for a Memory, you will know how painful it was for me....I just couldn't get it finished. Everything else went on hold.
However, it's finished and I have started writing again!
Hope you enjoy this long awaited second chapter
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2.
A Chance
Giving his appearance the once over in the full length mirror in his room, Iason was rather pleased with who stared back at him.
Deep brown hair trailed half way down his back in slight natural waves. Thanks to the contacts, his eyes were of the darkest, almost black shade of brown. His eye brows also, had been tinted slightly.
Staring intently at his now mongrel like facial features, Iason almost saw his face staring back at him. A face he had not seen in years. A face he could never forget. His hair colour matched the mongrel he thought of and the fleeting thought entered his mind, I wonder if he still lives.
Shaking himself from his musings, Iason swiftly exited his room and made for the main entrance to his penthouse. A brief nod at the human furniture Daryl told the youth not to wait up.
Peering past his front door, Iason double checked to make sure the coast was clear. Never before had he snuck about his own floor before. However, never before had he been dressed as a common mongrel no less. Swift and sure steps guided Iason to the glass elevator that took him down to the lower levels of the tower.
"Halt! Who dares enter the top levels unautherised?!"
Iason knew that voice. However, the male closing in on him wouldnt believe it to be him even should he turn round. So, Iason kept walking. He need not explain himself to anyone, even Raoul Am.
"One more step and your head shall be blown off!"
Iason heard the unmistakable sound of a handheld laser being charged up. Stopping in his tracks, Iason slowly turned towards the fellow elite.
"Put that toy away Raoul. Put it away before either you hurt yourself or I lose my patience."
The strikingly beautiful Raoul Am back-pedalled slightly, mouth agape. That voice.
"Iason? That cannot be you under that filth can it?"
"I assure you it is and you need not enquire further into my current appearance."
Raoul wandered over to the dark haired Iason. He raised a gloved hand to the silky strands, pulling on them to see if it were simply a wig the fellow elite wore.
"Dammit Raoul! Do not pull my hair!"
"My appologies. I am just wondering what has possessed you to dress a common mongrel."
"Do not wonder. I am simply having a little excursion into Ceres."
"Alone and unarmed? Are you insane? At least take me with you."
"I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. I am a grown man. I do not need you to babysit me. Besides, who said I was unarmed?" Iason questioned as he bent over slightly, revealing the handle of a laser blade protruding from the top of his knee high boot.
"Fair enough. You do not need me to go with you?"
"No."
Raoul sighed slightly. Iason would never change. Stubborn and rather pig headed. Reaching up to his right earring, Raoul pulled the piercing from his ear and handed it over to the fellow elite.
"Put that on. So as to not arrouse Jupiters suspision about why you are venturing out into Ceres alone and unauthorised. She will believe I am with you this way."
Iason smiled at the other male as he slid the earring into the second piercing hole in his right ear.
"Thank you Raoul." Iason almost whispered as he turned to walk away.
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The streets were jammed with familiar and unfamiliar faces alike.
The street punk, Riki the Dark stood impatiently outside Ceress newest hotspot Pandoras Halo. Everyone was late and he was getting very irate. He hated tardiness and especially hated it when no one contacted him to let him know why they were late.
Spitting his finished cigarette onto the concrete below him and stubbing it out with the toe of his boot, Riki leaned against the cold stone wall behind him. Closing his eyes over, Riki almost missed a friendly pat to his bare shoulder.
"Hey Riki. See you in there huh?"
Riki opened his eyes to notice fellow Ceres mongrel Takuto Izumi standing before him. He had known the raven haired youth for years but had never developed a strong friendship with the teen. It was more of a passing acquaintance the two of them had.
"No problem Izumi. Catch you in there at some point."
"Oh hey Riki. I want to introduce you to pairing partner Koji."
Riki glanced up at the exceedingly tall male standing behind Izumi. He had to be well over six feet with lengthy flowing silver hair, long silver bangs framing a flawless chiselled face, pale skin and equally pale blue/green eyes. So, this was the infamous Nanjo Koji huh? An ex-Platina Elite, overthrown and tossed out of Eos for his fornications with a Ceres mongrel. He had once been a great army general alongside his twin brother. That was before he had tasted the forbidden fruit of a rare black haired mongrel. Nanjo Koji had not been smart in concealing his lust for the teenager Izumi and had been apprehended by Jupiter. Everything he owned was stripped from him, including all contact with the twin brother he loved dearly. Jupiter had decided not to tamper with his mind so he would always remember what he had and what he lost, all for a quick fuck with a Ceres mongrel. Riki found it hard to believe that Kojis elusive twin had not tried to contact him in any way but, it was no secret that he was living somewhat reclusively outside the city with his young blond haired male pet. There was no secret either to how physical their relationship was. Despite being thrown out of Eos with a blackened name, Nanjo Koji had done very well for himself. He was now a very successful singer/songwriter. Even if his lyrics were a bit morbid from time to time.
Snapping out of his daze, Riki smiled up at the silver haired male dressed in deep black leather, open chested long leather coat billowing round his ankes.
"Love your work man. You singing here tonight?"
A swift nod was all Riki received before Izumi whispered in his ear, "He doesnt talk much but when he says all the right words."
Smirking at the fellow raven haired mongrel, Riki leaned back against the wall.
After a few more minutes of listening to the bassy music in the club becoming louder and louder, Riki finally spotted 3 familiar faces coming towards him. Smiling at the already drunken antics of Luke, Norris and Sid, Riki peeled himself from the wall and moved to greet them. A few friendly punches to each others arms and the four mongrels sauntered past the bouncers and through the doors to Pandoras Halo.
"We'll get Guy in there."
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Iason strode down the crowded streets, unabashedly elbowing and nudging people out of his way. He towered above all of these tiny dark haired people, he was still an elite under his elaborate mask, he could still do anything he wanted.
Through his heightened hearing, he could hear footsteps rapidly approaching him. Boots were clicking of the concrete quite violently.
Before Iason could crane his head slightly to get a look at the person coming up too close to him, he was roughly shoved out the way. Bracing himself against the side of the building he was knocked into, Iason glowered at the mongrel who pushed him aside.
Swiftly regaining his senses, Iason made to grab the young male.
"How dare you!" Iason shouted as he violently pulled the mongrel towards him.
Iason back-pedalled slightly at the face which was presented to him. Long flowing brown hair covered one side of the youths face. Pale blue with a slight purple tint eyes stared angrily back at him. The male was a little shorter than him but not by much. Pale skin danced over silky high cheekbones, down a long slim neck and over enticing collar bones and naked chest. The youth was actually dressed quite similar to Iason himself.
Both males with the uncanny resemblance to each other glared at each other until the younger male finally spoke up. "What the hells your problem huh?"
Iason let the youth go. What could he do? In these streets tonight, he was one of them and if he beat up or tried to kill another mongrel. All the rest would dive in to defend their own kind.
"Nothing I suppose."
"So just go grabbing randoms on the street huh?"
Iason couldnt help the small laugh that escaped his lips, "It would seem so."
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Guy stepped back and shamelessly admired the male standing before him. He couldnt help but take in the likeness of their appearances. Same colour of hair, same pale skin, almost the same build, height, manner and way of speaking.
Guy was thoroughly confused. He was sure he recognised this man. He felt as though he knew him.
"Whats your name? Or should I just call you grabber?"
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Iason stumbled to come up with a name. He couldnt very well cone out with his real name now could he. Perhaps if he used his birth name. No-one would pick up on shameful background.
Iason swallowed thickly. He had not used this mongrel name in well over twenty years. It sounded so common. Nothing like the proud name Iason Mink which Jupiter had bestowed upon him.
"Hello? You awake there Grabber?"
"Sorry. My name is not Grabber, it's for....me to know."
"Really? Fair enough. Playing hard to get eh? Where in Ceres are you from?"
"I am not. I was born in Area 5, Diedo."
"Same here. I'm Guy."
The male named Guy held out his hand expectantly. Iason slowly took his hand and firmly shook it.
"I am still not telling you my name."
Guy let go of Iasons hand, shrugged his soulders and turned to walk the way he had been going before crashing into Iason.
"Walk with me mystery man? I take it youre going to Pandoras Halo? I'm meeting my group there."
A slight nod of a head was all Guy got in a response.
Iason watched the youth named Guy as they walked. There were so many similarities between them it was almost laughable. The both had the same pale complexion. High cheekbones. Narrow face. Almost the same concluded that he was a bit broader and taller but similar nonetheless.
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As the two males turned the corner towards the club, Iasons sensitive hearing was assaulted by the deep bassy music reverberating from the closed steel doors of the huge building.
"I'm gonna go catch up with my group. You wanna come with?"
"No. I shall be alright from here. It was....good meeting you Guy.
"Same here." "I will not tell you my name."
"Fine. Catch you later."
Running pale alabaster hands through his hair and flicking it from his face. Iason finally took strong and sure steps towards where he would hopefully find him.
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The smell of smoke, sweat, alcohol and sex flooded Iasons senses the moment he set foot in the club.
Every direction he looked in, hungry eyes followed him. The mongrels in the club must have thought this was their lucky night.
Jostling his way to the bar, Iason barked over the bassy dance music to the male behind the bar. His favorite wines were a no no in a place like this so he ordered ceres brewed vodka straight up.
Necking the bitter tasting liquid down, Iason shouted for another. Just as his lips touched the rim of the glass,
"Better watch yourself man. This mongrel stuff blows your balls off."
Deep brown eyes glanced over with an air of authority to the person standing all too close to him at the side of the bar.
Long silver hair tickled over his bare arm as the male leaned in closer to him.
"Good to see you Iason Mink."
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Et voila.
Not much to say about this chapter.
I take it we can all guess who had worked Iason out?
Oh, if anyone can come up with a good badass sounding mongrel name for Iason....his birth name....I would love you forever. I cannot think of one and he is going to have to tell it to Riki near the end of this fic!
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