Hey they're all. Some exciting news on the job front. I am now a qualified chef. Got my trade certificate last week. Finally I might get some respect. Lol. Anyway thanks to everyone who has stuck by this story because I can tell you it's only going to get better. So make sure you read and review. I love reviews.
Just some Ai no Kusabi trivia:
The seven standing social elite classes-
Black elites- Onyx
Red elites - Rubies
Green elites- Jades
Blue elites- Sapphires
Silver elites- Platinas
Golden elites- Blondies.
Ai no Kusabi does not belong to me.
Enjoy
Chapter 6
Expensive wine flowed freely through the crystal glasses of the elite and impeccably dressed waiters carried fine hors d'oeuvres around the room on beautifully crafted silver platters. Hover droids moved lazily through the chatting crowd, carrying crystal flutes of assortment red and white wine. Tanagura's entertainment hall was decked out in reds and golds. Fine chiselled art hung on its large walls and delicately sculpted wood was entwined around the banisters and woven up around the regal staircase. Scantily dressed pets danced on tiny platforms or sat with obedience and grace in steal cages, showing off their flawless bodies to anyone to showed them attention. Their eyes promising things only fantasies were made of. Pale, perfect bodies swayed to the sensual music that surrounded the room and took hold of the senses.
Classes of elite sat and stood elegantly around the room, chatting amongst themselves. Whispering behind gloved hands-
'Have you heard….?'
'Yeah there were four of them. One look exactly like…'
'But it's impossible. He's supposed to be dead.' Onyx and Jades, Rubies, Sapphires. The elite gossip had begun. The news of the long absent Ion Cassis sudden return and sightings of Riki the dark, risen from the dead, and in Ion's care had swept through Eos like wild fire. Low murmurs and whispered voices were hidden behind gloved hands and champagne flutes. Each tale more outrageous and diluted then the last. To the left of the room was the private area provided for the Blondies and their guests. High-rolling Midasians chattered with the esteemed elites. Taking in all the hospitality the Blondies had to offer. Sipping on chilled wine, they indulged themselves in the company of a pet or two. Thanking them again for the immense generosity.
Long blonde hair and largely built. Their dominating presences filling the room, making everyone in range pause and show their respects. Their pets sat docile and silent at their feet, only responding when their masters called. They were the elite of the elite. The crème de la crème of society's social ladder. The children of Jupiter herself.
On of Jupiter's children, the esteemed head of the syndicate, Iason Mink sat in his plush chair at the center of the group, drumming his long, elegant gloved fingers on its smooth wooden arm. He was impeccably dressed in colours of white and baby blue satin. The Tanagura symbol finely stitched over his breast pocket. Cold, cunning eyes looked around the room in boredom, not really looking at anything yet taking everything in. Never missing anything. Shrewd and insidious. His sensitive hearing picked up every conversation around the room and what he heard.
'I must thank you again for your hospitality, your Excellency. Your pets are always in fine display.' Midas` central manager for trading affairs lazily caressed the delicate face of green haired pet beside him before moving down to lightly stoke his flawless arm. The pet barely flinched, showing nothing beyond a slither of false affection for the man touching him, if only it was to titillate this disgusting specimen of a man for more than a few moments. He gaze left the man and wandered to the mouth-watering buffet table just a few feet away, where other pets had gathered, away from their masters. He hadn't realized he was leaning towards the appetizing cuisine before there was sharp tug on his leash and he was brought back to sit almost in the man's lap. 'To be invited to a celebration such as this. I don't think I have had the pleasure of meeting the guest of honour.'
'The pleasure is all mine.' Iason said smoothly and gazed at the finely dressed man. He kept his expressions neutral but if anything; this man was a total bore. 'I'm sorry to say Ion Cassis has been abroad for the past five years studying genetics on distant planets. His return is certain to spark a massive frenzy within the Bio-technics field.'
'Fascinating. I have heard that he keeps Mongrels for company. Strange creatures, they are. Totally uncontrollable. And to have them fly with him. Strange, although he must have seen a great deal on his travels. I wonder if he would speak to me about what trading goes on, on these planets.' The man's eyes lit up with greed and eyed his associated that sat beside him; he too had a look of eagerness.
Out the corner of his eye, a flash of black caught Iason's eye. He turned his head and looked to see what had caught his attention. He tried not to sigh when he realised it was only the black jacket of a serving waiter passing by. Hopefulness gave way to disappointment.
'So are the rumours true, your Excellency?' Iason's eyes turned from the waiter to look into the caramel ones of the Blondie across from him. Aisha Rosen. He crossed his legs and gave Aisha a look of level nonchalance.
'Pray tell Sir Rosen; what rumours would those be?'
It was Gideon Lagot who answered. His hands folded in front of him. His large, broad shoulders intimidating and aggressive. That was a Blondies` omnipresence. 'That Riki has returned from the dead and in the company of Ion Cassis.'
'You hear too many rumours. Many are started by word of mouth. I would not be surprised if you started them.' Raoul countered.
'Touché, Sir Am but I have a reliable source that says otherwise.' Gideon snapped back rather sweetly.
Iason heard the gasp from Raoul beside him and the low murmurs of his fellow Blondies. The pets at their feet glanced warily at each other and seemed to shiver at the name of the mongrel. Iason felt the same way. He didn't know how he did it but Riki still managed to send liquid fire down his spine that would always end up in his stomach like an exquisite ache. He resisted the urge to sigh; instead he went for folding his hands in his lap and looked at his brothers. Seeing Riki again, after years apart had Iason so tightly strung he felt like he could snap at any moment. Thinking he was dead caused Iason's heart to nearly explode. Inseparable emotions cascaded through him like a tidal wave. Crashing into each other, until Iason couldn't distinguish which was what. He was a master of closing off his emotions but some would still come to the surface.
'I have rumours also. A group of mongrels accompanied by an Amorian and a Faeier, demanding they be granted access, claiming they were the companions of Ion Cassis.' Orphe Zavi said. 'Included in that group was Riki. Very much alive. And it was him who got them inside.'
'He is also blind.' Gideon cut in. 'One of security detail was at the space dock today and informed me and that he was seen getting into an unmarked white hovercraft headed towards Eos.'
Iason sighed. It was inevitable 'Yes it is true. Riki now resides within Eos tower with Sir Cassis.'
'How extraordinary. How did he survive the explosion?' Marcus Jayd asked. 'How did he come into Sir Cassis's care in the first place?'
'It must be some android designed to look like the mongrel. Ion Cassis has not returned to Amoi in over five years.'
'That's impossible. Those familiar features. The black hair. I have also heard the he is now Sir Cassis's pet.' Orphe reported. 'And that Sir Cassis has more than one mongrel under his roof.'
'It's inexcusable. How could Jupiter permit such a thing?' Gideon said. 'Ion must have struck a hard deal.'
'Speaking of which, where is Cassis. His late for his own celebration party.'
'Parties were never his forte. The man was never on time.'
'Never. A little harsh isn't it Sir Jayd. I do recall being early for at least one party.' The group turned towards the familiar, deep voice and their mouths almost dropped open. Ion stood in front of them, adorning the most bizarre clothing they had ever seen. Even the pets looked on in fascination at the handsome Blondie. Ion grinned at their obvious surprise and the obvious surprise of the people around them, if their loud mummers were any indication.
'Is there something the matter?' Ion asked in amusement and folded is arms in his long sleeves.
'Pray tell Sir Cassis; whatever do you have on?' Mikhale train asked and looked Ion up and down at his strange ensemble. Ion's eyebrows fell down in mock confusion and looked down at himself. He slapped his forehead.
'Oh, dear. Look what I put on. That's what I get for dressing in the dark.' Ion tried to hide the smile from his azure eyes and held out his arms, looking down at himself. His long blonde hair was tied in a neat braid that fell over his formidable shoulder. 'What, no good. Do you think I should have gone for something more conservative?'
'What is it?' Gideon asked and touches a finger to his lip, as if trying to sum up his own question. Iason was trying to figure it out as well. It looked to be a long piece of body sized, black material, cut down to the ankles with woven gold thread trimmed around the edges and what looked like silver petals sown into the fabric. His sleeves were long and flowing of the same colour of black. Underneath the back material was some kind of white linen. Tied around his waist to closed the material around him was a long silver sash. Iason happened to glance at his feet and found Ion wearing a pair of the most unusual pair of shoes he had ever seen, no not shoes; sandals.
'This, my fellow brethren is a very interesting piece of clothing that the natives of a planet I have recently visited wear. They call it a, let me think, ah yes a kimono, that's it; the layer of linen underneath is a yukata. It's actually, quite comfortable but mighty difficult to put on.' Ion nodded and pattered his shoulder. 'The presented it to me as a gift for a little favour I did for them. I have several more in my wardrobe.'
'You have not brought your pet with you. Sir Cassis' Mikhale asked curiously. Iason's eyes narrowed at the carefree Ion and happened to glance down and spot the silver band around his finger. Ion blinked for a moment before smiling.
Didn't take long 'Well he's a little shy around strangers. Bad experience, huh. But he should be down shortly.' Ion tried not to laugh. Oh, he was so getting a kick watching his fellow Blondies shocked and outraged faces. Blondies do not arrive to a party first before their pets. It just simply isn't done. It was scandalous. A complete disaster that could shake the fundamentals of what their society stood for. Ion wished for nothing more. If he died today at least he would have accomplished something. He was snapped out of his ravine.
'Sir Ion Cassis. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.' Two, stout looking men stood up and bowed in respect. 'I am Bruce Merger and this is my partner Addison Valentine. We are the central managers for trading affairs in Midas. I have been told of your many travels abroad. '
'Have you now?' Ion said levelly and glanced around him. The two men remained bowing. Oh how much fun he was going to have with this. 'I see I'm somewhat of a celebrity around here. I am honoured.' Ion put out his hand in friendly gesture. The two Midasians looked at Ion's hand then up at the Blondie's face in panicked trepidation.
Ion couldn't help himself. He chuckled and shook his head. 'No need to be alarmed gentlemen. I am only offering you a handshake. It is a form of greeting that is accustomed on some planets. I am merely accepting your greeting. You will find I am kind of an oddball when thrown in with these lions.'
'Nothing truer was ever said.' Mikhale said and dank from his crystal flute. Ion took the comment with a light heart. All throughout his life he had been labeled as an eccentric. An oddball. Going so far as to be called a freak. He took it in stride. Tucking each and every comment, every remark to the deepest corners of his heart where they laid buried and forgotten. The two men nodded and shook hands with Ion. His grip was strong and firm. A trait of deep confidence. Ion Cassis was nothing like they expected. He was charming and somewhat gentle and easy going. His eyes sharp yet held mystery. Getting this Blondie on their side might not be so easy. Ion took the empty seat next to a silent Iason, careful of the pets on the floor and motioned the waiter over to him, a serving droid following silent behind him. The red- haired man bowed in respect.
'Can I get you a drink Sir Cassis?'
'Sure, why not. Wine isn't really of my taste. What kind of whiskey do you have?'
'Whiskey?' The waiter asked wondering if he had heard wrong. In all his dealing with Blondies, they had never asked for whiskey, rum. Never.
'Yeah. I'm in the mood for something strong.'
'Of course Sir. The strongest we have is Jameson Greenore, a vintage blend that is imported from the planet Laconia. If I might be so bold as to say that two glasses of it could knock out the strongest drinker.'
'Sounds tempting. Alright bring me the bottle.'
'The whole bottle, Sir?'
'Correct.' Ion handed the stunned red head a gold key card. 'Thanks very much….'
'Kei.' The waiter's cheeks went red when he realised the Blondie asked his name. Even thanked him. For what he didn't know. He was just a small, simple guy trying to make some money so that one day he might get out of here. It was a lifelong dream but life always had a way of getting in the way.
'Dream big Kei and when life gets in the way, kick it in the shins and run way'. A soothing gentle voice floated through his mind like a caress. Had he imagined it or did Ion Cassis really just spoken to him in his mind.
'Kei. Your knowledge has been most helpful. Take a little credit for yourself. I won't miss it.' Ion smiled and it took Kei a second to realise that the Blondie just given him a tip. A HUGE tip.
Kei stuttered. 'Thank…you, Sir. I will bring your drink, I mean bottle, I mean,' Ion waved him way and placed his hands in his lap. He had not meant to open a telepathic channel to Kei's mind but he found he couldn't help himself. Only those on his ship were aware of his special gift and he intended to keep it that way.
…
Kei walked back to the main bar with exploding enthusiasm. He just could not stop grinning. He felt like whistling, he was so relaxed. At the bar, Justin, his co-worker was polishing a wine glass when he spotted Kei's smiling face approaching and narrowed his eyes.
'What's with the goofy grin? Did you just get a blow job or something?'
Kei snorted. 'How crude. What's it to ya if I did?'
'The way you were acting with that Blondie I figured he must have given you a million credits or at least asked for one.'
'You know, as well as I do that Blondies are celibate. They don't have sex. '
'Don't be naïve. Not all of them are virgins.' Kei knew of whom Justin spoke of but decided to keep his mouth shut. Justin went back to polishing the glass in his hand. 'So what did he ask for by the way. Red or white. The boys and me have a bid. I am up at least fifty credits.
'Neither actually. He asked for Jameson Greenore.' Kei said and slid the gold key card into the credit machine.
Justin almost lost his grip on the glass. 'No way. For real? Dude, that's some expensive grog. Almost ten thousand credits.'
'He's a Blondie. I think he can afford…' Kei almost dropped dead at the message that appeared on the holographic screen. Ion Cassis had just given him a tip of fifty thousand credits. Enough for him to buy a ticket on the next space shuttle out of Amoi.
'Get the fuck out of here.' Justin cursed. 'Fifty thousand. This dumb machine must be screwed up.' Justine banged the metal contraption with his fist but it still flashed the same seven numbers.
Kei smiled widely and placed the blue bottle and a glass on a tray. 'I guess good things do come to those who wait.'
….
'You just couldn't help yourself. Could you?' Riki's black-velvet voice caressed Ion's mind as he watched Kei almost faint from how much of a tip Ion left him. 'I think you have just made him the happiest man on Amoi.'
'You caught me.' Ion surrendered. 'Are you going to punish me now?'
Riki laughed. 'And what would be the point of that. You would just do it again anyway.'
'Guilty. Are you almost ready?' Ion asked as he spotted Kei walking, well more power walking towards him, trying not to drop the expensive bottle of liquor he carried.
'I could kill you for making me do this. Remember your promise.' Ion could imagine the cute pout Riki sported. 'Yeah. Yeah.' He shook his head mentally and disconnected. Kei ever so gently opened the bottle and poured some of the amber liquor into a crystal glass. He placed both in front of Ion and handed back his card. Kei bowed and with a blooming smile, practically skipping away.
'You seem to have a way with people Sir Cassis. I am surprised you didn't choose a path in public relations.' Bruce Merger said and began to fondle the pet beside him. 'You would have been an excellent speaker for the people. You have a very unique way of dealing with them.
'Sir Cassis has always been so. He has a very compassionate nature seen very rarely.' Iason spoke quietly and all present looked at each other. Ion glanced at Iason and wondered what the devilish leader could be planning.
'It is true,' Ion looked to Bruce.' That I have a fondness for the working-class man but I feel my talents would be more attributed to the production of advance science.' Ion said coolly and spotted the green-haired pet beside Bruce glance, once again at the buffet table a few meters away. It was the third time he had done it since Ion had sat down. Ion's astute, azure eyes looked the pet over and would have clicked his tongue in disgust, but he kept his contempt to himself. Ribs just visible. No muscle what so ever. It was obvious this pet was not given proper nourishment when it was needed. Left to starve, most likely as a punishment by his master. And every time the pet glanced at the steaming buffet table, his punishment would double. The punishment of looking but not eating. Ion threw back the amber whiskey and sighed in comfort as the liquid warmly burned his throat, down to his stomach.
'Come here, pet.' Ion said calmly and with authority, his eyes as solid as steel, yet gentle and compassionate, trying to catch the dull grey eyes of the small boy. The pet beside Merger shot up in his seat and visibly started to shake when he found Ion Cassis staring at him, asking him to come over to him. Had he done something wrong? Had he somehow offended the handsome Blondie? And he was handsome. No not handsome. Sexy. Beautiful. And strong. His shakes became almost spasms. He didn't want to be punished again. It was just he was so hungry.
Ion realised his mistake and waved his hands. 'It's ok. You're not in trouble. Come here.' Ion said gently. The pet swallowed loudly, positive that everyone present heard him and slipped from his seat. His legs were rubbery and felt like he had walked an eternity before he found himself standing in front of the powerful Blondie-when it was only a few steps.
'What's your name little one?' Ion kept his voice to a soothing level.
'A..Aden, my lord.'
'Lord Cassis.' Merger protested.
Ion held up his hand to silence the man. 'Aden. I tell you a secret, Aden.' Ion moved closer to the boy. 'In the language of the Schweigens. A very cultural and ancient race, Aden means 'little fire.' A name that is not given lightly in their society.'
'Little fire?' Aden repeated with fascination.
'When was the last time you had something in your belly little one. You are positively skin and bones.' Ion said and looked the boy up and down again, a finger to his lips. It made the pet blush and wish he were invisible. Everyone around them looked on in complete fascination. Ion's complete gentleness and compassion towards the pet had them all reeling. A low growl escaped Aden's belly and his blush deepened.
'Well?' Ion was waiting.
'Sin… Since this morning, my lord. I had disobeyed my master and was punished.'
'Withholding food should not be a punishment. How can you perform your duties on an empty stomach? I want you to go over to the buffet table and eat until you are no longer empty. I don't want to see you back here until you are full. A full person is a happy person I always say.' When the pet no attempt to move, Ion nodded towards the buffet and smiled to let the trembling pet know that it was okay.
'The other pets won't accept me. I'm too weird to ever fit in.' Aden said to himself before a gentle voice entered his thoughts.
'Take 'weird' as a compliment, because who wants to be normal.' Ion winked and Aden's eyes pet finally nodded and very gracefully walked away.
They watched him leave. 'I spent good money on that pet, Sir Cassis.' Merger said in anger. 'I hope I will be compensated.'
Ion wasn't fazed. 'I will be more than happy to reimburse you for the cost but I could not sit back and watch him starve no longer.' Ion's resolve was absolute and couldn't be swayed. 'Are we such a society that we allow a citizen of our world to go without food.'
'A pet isn't a citizen, Cassis They don't have lives.' Orphe cut in, brushing invisible dust off his white jacket. 'They are bred to perform one single function and that is to please the elite.'
'Everyone is entitled to a life, no matter how they came into this world. They are entitled to forge their own paths.'
Iason listen quietly to the passion rising in Ion's voice. It had such feeling and depth. It was not something Ion had thought about overnight. No, he had thought about this for years. Quietly working in the shadows, hoping to give the lesser citizens of Amoi a better chance at survival. He remembered, many years ago when they were mere boys, the first time Ion brought an injured bird back to the dormitory. Staying up at all hours of the night trying to nurse the bird back to health. The others taunted him of course.
'His so weird.'
'He hasn't let that thing out of his sight. His always picking up stray things.'
…
'The bird isn't going to make it Ion. Do us all a favour and give up.' A young Gideon Lagot taunted an upset Ion. Mikhale Train laughed with Marcus Jayd.
'His dying.' Raoul said and poked the disabled bird.
'Don't touch him.' Ion's eyes burned with oncoming tears but he refused to be swayed. 'No I won't give up. I can heal him.' Ion looked up into blue eyes similar to his own.
'Please, Iason will you help me.'
A youthful Iason glanced down at the crying Ion before turning around, his long blonde hair catching the wind as he walked away. 'Do it yourself. I have more important things to do then to baby-sit a dead bird.' They laughed and followed behind Iason, leaving Ion behind, cradling the dying bird in his arms.
Ion brought he bird to his chest and a heart-wrenching cry flew from his lips 'I'm sorry. Please forgive me.'
The bird died in Ion's hands and he knew deep down that Ion had never truly forgiven them for what they had done that day. Iason wouldn't forgive himself either. It had lessened now but that day had left a deep scar within Ion. Ion had kept to himself mostly, never once asking them for help again. When they had each received their status as a Blondie, Ion branched out, neither interested nor swayed by the opportunities that Tanagura could offer. The need to help others overwhelmed him to the point that if he didn't save them it would feel just like losing the bird. It was these little things that made Ion stand out from the rest of them. He had so much compassion and inner strength. A light that none of them had. He almost acted… Human.
'Ion!' A small squeal from above had them looked up as a small body jumped down from the railing overhead and landed right in Ion's lap with an 'oomph' 'I found you, Ion.' The youngster squealed again.
'Maddy.' Ion said. Onlookers who heard the squeal, looked over in their direction. Many with distaste and open hostility. Maddy's short black hair had been straightened so that it fell around her young face.
'That was extremely dangerous. What would I have done if you broke your little neck?' Ion chided the young mongrel. She bit her lip and nodded.
'I'm sorry.' Ion nodded and tousled her hair affectionately, before finally noticed the many stares coming his way. He coughed in his hand. 'My apologise. This is Maddy. Maddy these are the scary men I told you about.'
'Hi, scary men.' She waved and the expression on Gideon and Marcus's faces was priceless. They looked like stunned goldfish. Ion almost burst out laughing. They had never seen a female mongrel before. Probably because they are kept locked away in guardian. Suddenly the large double doors opened and everyone in the room turned towards them. At the top of the stairs stood Heath, Luca and Seiren. They certainly livid up to the term 'dress to impress.' The crowd couldn't take their eyes off them. The effect was immense, especially with Luca. With all her feminine curves and dips. She could show the female pets a thing or two. They walked down the stairs with care and the sea of people parted to form them a path towards the Blondies.
'There you are, you little devil. See.' Luca elbowed Heath painfully in the ribs when they approached them. 'See I told you she would end up here. It was your fault you were supposed to be watching the brat.'
'Excuse me but I wasn't the one who left to powder my face.'
'Guys calm down.' Seiren tried to keep the peace. 'You're embarrassing yourselves.'
'What!' Luca said angrily, totally ignoring Seiren's warning and walked up to Heath, poking him in the chest. 'Are you always this stupid or is today a special occasion. You are living proof that man can't live without brains.'
'And women can. Please. You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag.'
'Asshole.'
'Cow.'
'Mongrel.'
'Bitch.'
The two mongrels were unaware of their audience until Ion loudly cleared his throat. Luca and Heath looked towards the sound and visibly paled. Ion shook his head and folded his arms inside his sleeves. 'Oh, decided to join us have you. Splendid. Well just in case you three failed to notice, we seem to be one short. Mmmm, explain.'
Seiren was the one who answered. He scratched his head. 'Yeah about that. We kind of lost him.'
'Well not 'lost' per say.' Heath said correctively. Ion raised an eyebrow. 'Go on.'
'He just vanished. He was there on minute then gone the next. His so slippery that one.'
Ion sighed again and turned to his Blonde brothers. There shock adding to his amusement. 'I apologise for this rabble. This is Heath, Luca and Seiren. I have another at my home but she is unable to attend tonight. This is my crew.'
'Riki is not among them.' Mikhale had to ask. He knew everyone was dying to.
There was a loud crash from over at the buffet table where Aden's master had knocked over a bowl of fruit as he took the young pet's arm in a vicious vice-grip. The Sapphire eyes were livid with anger.
'Do you disobeyed me again, pet. I must not have punished you enough this morning.' The elite practically spat out the words.
Aden's face became one of terror. 'No master.' Aden lowered his head in submission. 'Sir Ion said I could have something to eat.' While everyone in the room was focused on the commotion, they failed to notice the blur of back and blue moving silently around them. The sapphire's grip on Aden tightened causing the pet to cry out, yet no one stepped in. It was a master's right to punish his pet. Whatever form he chose.
'Lies. Why would a Blondie ever interact with something as lowly as you? I guess I'll have to show you proper respect.' The elite took out his training whip and just before it came down to strike the whimpering boy, he was pushed to the floor as the whip bounced off a tanned arm, wrapping around it like a snake. Iason's heart constricted in his chest and he stood up as the whole room stood still. Ion smiled deviously. Aden groaned and sat up, opened his eyes, blinking twice. They widened and he gazed up at the vengeful figure standing over him almost protectively. His body standing between Aden and his master. Long black hair. Unearthly beautiful. A body built by the gods. It could only be one.
'Nice Job.' Ion said quietly from the corner of his mouth. Seiren and two older mongrels behind him smiled and nodded, quiet proud of themselves for the show they had concocted to hide Riki's absence. They mentally high fived each other, going back to watching the scene before them with anticipation on the sidelines. The sapphire elite stood stunned for a moment, looked down at his whip, up a strong, tanned, tattooed arm before he came to look into cloudy, dark eyes. The man behind the eyes looked through him with anger and vexation.
'You dare strike someone who has done nothing but speak the truth.' Riki's silky voice boomed loudly and he forcefully shook the whip from his arm, the markings form the whip evident. The sapphire took a step back but stood his ground.
'How dare you come in between my right to discipline my pet. I should have to punished for your impotence.'
'My master, Ion Cassis gave your pet permission to eat.' Dull Onyx rested on the elite who for a moment felt root to spot by that stare. He glanced down and spotted the silver band around the mongrel's tanned finger. Anger took over.
'You are nothing but a filthy mongrel. You are nothing but a low common dog.'
Riki smiled with taunt. 'I would rather be that, then an Elite with no pride as an individual.'
'How dare you.' The Elite sapphire went to raise his whip again when a flash of blonde caught his eye and he found himself looking into ice blue glaciers.
'You are out of line Sir Alexis.' Ion's larger body stepped in front of Riki. His voice holding nothing but supremacy. 'It is true I did give Aden permission. Your pet was hungry so I stepped in and I apologise for any wrongdoing. But you have raised your hand to my pet. Strike him when it is not your place to do so. That is a serious offence, one that I do not take lightly. I am a forgiving man, but only when I think one is deserving of it.'
'Don't bullshit the bullshitter, Ion. Your making me want to crack up.'
'Not now. I am trying to command authority.' Ion coughed in his hand and straighten in shoulders until they were sculpted planes of muscle and bone. 'I think it's time you said good night, Sir Alexis. Your pet has a kind heart. Don't mistake it for weakness.'
Sir Alexis stammered down on his anger and turned to walk away, knowing it was dangerous to argue with a Blondie. 'Come, Aden.'
Aden stood shakily from the floor and turned to his dark saviour. 'Thank you.'
Riki's dull eyes stared past his shoulder as he reaches up and tousled his hair. He reached down and brought Aden's hand up to inspect the damage. He couldn't see the damage but he could feel it. Riki's rough hands soothingly glided over the area so gently that Aden gasped softly. Riki thought he had hurt the boy so he gave a soft. 'Sorry.' after a moment a small smile spread across the mongrel's full lips and let's go of the pet's hand. Aden felt his hear skip a beat. 'Thank you.'
'Don't sweat it kid. Just keep out of trouble or I might have to kick your ass myself. Capesh.'
Aden nodded and followed his master, glancing back before he was out the door. Riki turned and call it intuition, but he could tell Ion wore that annoying, knowing grin.
'What?'
'Your turning into such a softy, Riki. I think I'm going to cry.' Riki couldn't see Ion mockingly dab his eye for effect but knew he was teasing. He touched Riki's head and rubbed gently. 'I must be growing on you?'
'Do you mind?' Riki said irritably and brushed Ion's hand aside.' The only growing you will be doing is on the ground when I kill you for making me wear this ridiculous outfit. I don't even know what it looks like.'
'But you look so cute in it. Doesn't he gentlemen?' Ion turned to them to emphasize his point. Iason sat down when he realised he was still staring, probably with his mouth unceremoniously open. He could not take his eyes off Riki. His familiar, perfectly toned body was encased in exactly the same style clothing as Ion, except Riki wore dark blue. His beautiful long black hair was tied loosely at the base of his neck and flowed down his back. Iason caught a glimmer of Riki's smooth chest and wanted nothing more than to run his hand down those protocols, the tight chest muscles so perfect underneath his roaming fingers. He looked so regal and mature standing there. His balance and grace was perfect and flawless. It was hard to believe this was the same Riki. The same untamed, wild mongrel Iason had kept for five years. He had grown up so much. Even Marcus and Gideon were having trouble tearing their eyes away.
'I seem to have made an impression on everyone. They are speechless.' Riki said and looked up at Ion. 'What have you been saying about me?'
'Nothing, I swear.' The mischievous Blondie held up his hands. 'Scouts honour.'
With a gentle push Ion lead Riki forward with his hand at his back. Mouths of onlooking elites dropped open. Not believing their eyes. Riki the dark was actually here. Back from the dead. It was impossible to comprehend yet it was possible, for he was here. The two finally came to their small group and Ion placed his hands in his sleeves.
'Brothers, I would like to introduce my pet, Riki. Yes I know,' Ion held up a finger 'I have never owned a pet before and he is a little on the rough side but I find that quality so cute.'
'Would you stop saying that. I'm not cute.' Riki turned dull eyes to them and to their horror-except for Ion and his crewmembers- Riki placed his hands in his long sleeves and bowed low at the waist in respect. 'If I can be honest with you, I was tempted to high tale out of here when I imagine all you Blondies being as much as a handful as this one. But you guys seem to be all right. A little dull.' A bright smile graced Riki's beautiful features and the pets blinked in surprise, trying not to show the lust in their eyes. Growing into a man had made Riki so masculine and male. His body encased with so much muscle and sinew he would be hard to the touch. His dominating presence overshadowed everything and everyone. They cursed themselves for lusting after the handsome mongrel but found they could not help themselves.
If Riki's eyes could of lit up with amusement the would have, for he read each flaring aura and came to the very adept conclusion that everyone wanted or at least was thinking about sex. He had never seen so much pink in one room. It was almost overwhelming. The Blondies in front of him lit up the darkness like flashes of light. They certainly were powerful beings, if their auras were any indication. Certainty. Presumption. They felt like nothing could touch them. But the one that pulsated more brightly, more strongly than the others undoubted belong to Iason Mink. Riki turned to it in his mind, like a moth to a flame. It was dominating and powerful, yet familiar and intimate. The man's presences defined the meaning of confidence. Hell the man practically leaked it.
Iason felt those cloudy obsidians eyes trying to read him before moving away. He kept his expressions neutral but inside he was burning hotter than a blazing inferno. Riki looked so at peace standing there next to Ion. He looked like the boy Iason had met all those years ago. Young and free. Like nothing in this world could touch him.
'Play for us Riki.' Ion's voice cut through Iason's thoughts and he snapped his head up.
'Do I really have to?' Riki protested.
'Yes' Ion said with no room for argument. 'We discussed this, remember. I promised you that we would visit and I intend to keep it.' Riki pouted then turned around and walked to the centre of the room, where a large piano stood. The crowd made room and moved to the edges of the room. Waiting to see what the mongrel was going to do. Even the pets had stopped dancing in anticipation. Riki sat down quietly and looked down at the keys.
'What is he doing?' Raoul asked from behind Ion, who turned and sat down
'His going to play for us.' Luca answered.
'Why?'
'Because I promised him that if he did this I would take him to the place where I found him, ' Ion said. His blue eyes never leaving Riki. Iason's own azure orbs narrowed in slits 'Dana burn.'
Suddenly a soft, sensual melody floated through the room, causing a rush of silence to sweep through the hall, if only to hear the surprisingly beautiful notes. Each elegant note flowing freely around the room. It took the gathering of elites a moment to realise it was Riki actually playing those beautiful notes. Those rough, wild hands that moved so smoothly and fluently over the keys that it had everyone memorized. He struck each cord with correct precision; you would think he had played his whole life.
The musical sonata reached places inside Iason that he had thought long dead. Brought back to life by the boy, no the man that sat only meters from him, playing the most seductive hymn he had ever heard. It crept into the darkest parts of his soul. To long has it been kept silent in the darkness. He would never have believed that Riki, the wild mongrel from the slums of Ceres, the untamed Varja would be able to play with such passion. Yet there he sat, neither knowing who he was or what he was.
'How did he manage to survive? The explosion alone should have killed him.' Mikhale asked, watching Riki play on the other side of the room.
'I ask that myself every day. He almost didn't make it. I had to keep him constantly monitored. He awoke six months later with no memory of who he was. He was so afraid and the adding darkness of his blindness didn't help.' Ion said with a little sadness. 'It hurt to see such a compassionate being suffer so much. So much has happen in his young life. Is it so wrong to ask for something in return?'
Iason's jealousy rose to a new level. His eyes turned to ice. 'You talk, Sir Cassis as if you known him his entire life.'
'According to him,' Ion said quite calmly, deliberately ignoring the chill in his neighbour's voice, ' I have. Did you know that he has this little quirk of humming when he thinks no one is around? Or that when he smiles, a dimple appears just below his cheekbone. You claim he belongs to you, maybe he does, but yet you know nothing of whom he truly is inside. Riki may not know how to open up to you but when he does, it's the most precious gift he can give. Can I say you do the same?'
The air around them plummeted a few degrees as the two dominating Blondies sized each other off. Blue against blue. Fire against ice. For a moment you would think they were brothers; true brothers.
'You have four mongrels in your care. Jupiter would never allow it.'
'Actully Sir Zavi Jupiter gave me her full approval. As well as the directions of taking Riki as my pet.' Ion placed his head on his resting hand and ignored the questioning looks.
'Your pet plays so beautifully Sir Cassis.' Valentine said in awe.
Ion smiled, thankful for the distraction. 'He certainly does. It was I who taught him.' There was no gloating in his voice just a sense of contentment. 'And it only took him two short months. Because he suffers from the loss of sight, I taught him how to see with his other senses. It was difficult for him at first, but he can be quite a stubborn thing.'
'He remembers nothing. Not even being his Excellency's pet.' Aisha asked with curiosity.
'I asked him once what was the last thing he remembered before he woke up on my ship.' Ion paused. 'Blue eyes. That's what he told me'
Loud gasps brought the attention of everyone present to the centre of the room where Riki was supposed to be playing. Riki's sleek frame was enveloped in a white glow that seemed to be getting brighter and brighter with each second.
'Ion. It's happening again.' Heath said with as Luca, Seiren and himself moved forward to surround the glowing Riki. Obviously prepared for this.
'At the worst possible time. Valentine was it, would it be to forward of me to ask for your jacket. Thanks.' Ion grabbed the stumbling Midasian and joined the group surrounding the ball of light, the jacket opened wide. Suddenly the ball of light shot out towards Ion, who caught it and tightly wrapped the jacket around it, holding it to his chest. He nodded to the other three, who moved to surround him. Riki's kimono slithered to the floor just meters of where the stunned Blondies sat on the edge of their seats, watching in fascination as Ion spoke to whatever it was inside the jacket. His back to them.
'See what you've done. No, don't look at me like that. Or that. It's a good thing I have come prepared otherwise you would be a very cold little man, in front of all these strangers, no less. Luca hold this.' Luca moved to hold the jacket while Ion reached into his sleeves and pulled out a pair of small pants and top. 'Put these on. No, I don't want a debate about it.'
'It's a shame they had to find out this way.' Seiren said.
'Oh well. What's done is done. If only this little guy could have kept it in.'
'I don't really want to see that.' Luca said with disgust.
There was rustling within the circle before Riki's small voice sobbed his opinion. 'How was I supposed to know this would happen old man. If you weren't so busy flapping your gums at any given chance, you might have noticed I was actually glowing. Stupid Blondie.'
'How rude.' Ion scoffed. He hadn't wanted to reveal Riki's other condition so soon, especially to every elite in Tanagura but it was done and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe he could turn this into an opportunity. He sighed a little with regret and pulled away the jacket. Gasps filled the room, as eyes were draw downward to a five-year-old looking Riki.
Ion crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the crying miniature Riki. 'Happy now?'
Riki's eyes filled with tears. 'Why are you so mean to me?' He cried and rubbed his eyes. 'I hate you.'
Ion rolled his eyes at Riki's tantrum and squatted down beside him. 'No you don't. I do what I must because you can be so careless.' Riki looked up at him with anger and reached up to pull his cheeks. 'Baka Blondie. Don't talk to me.'
Riki let go unexpectedly and to Ion's amusement, cutely yawn. The Blondie's eyes softened. 'Looks like someone is ready for bed. You've had a long day.'
'Not tired.' Riki protested but again yawned deeply.
Ion shook his head and reached for the heavy-eyed mongrel. 'Come on you.' Ion picked him up and Riki laid his head on a massive shoulder. 'Not tired.' Riki muttered again. Ion chuckled and totally ignored the right out stares he was receiving as he walked back over to his seat. He sat down and placed Riki more comfortably on his lap. The mongrel practically snuggled up into a ball on Ion's hard chest and closed his eyes. The pets at their feet were almost standing just to get a better look at the small black bundle.
'Oh thanks for the jacket.' Ion handed back the coat. The stunned Valentine took it without acknowledging with.
'Cassis, what the hell is going on? A very shocked Iason said. His brain was in overdrive at the moment. Trying, but failing miserably to comprehend what he was seeing. He had to resist the urge to rub his eyes and look again. Riki had gone from a full-grown man to that of a small child in the blink of an eye who was now curled up on Ion's chest, almost asleep.
Ion glanced down at Riki to make sure he was asleep. 'That is the question I have been asking myself for the past two years. It seems he is able to sustain his adult form for a time before he transforms into his current form. Sometimes stress triggers the transformation. That is why I had to act quickly at the spaceport today. Fear is another element. '
'Into a child.' Marcus asked as he to looks at Riki. 'He looks no older than five years old.'
'A strange phenomenon in its self.' Gideon put in.
'Exactly. I have come up with some theories that might explain it.'
'Which are?'
'Soul deficiency.' Ion said and brushed a few locks of long black hair from Riki's face. 'I believe, when Riki was tapped inside Dana burn, he made the ultimate sacrifice; giving up half his soul in exchange for saving another's.' Ion looked up into Iason's grief-stricken eyes. 'Yours, your Excellency.'
Iason's clenched his fist so hard that he felt his fingernails dig into his palm. Riki's suffering just wouldn't end. He looked so tiny in Ion's arms, so fragile that it hurt just to look at him. His beloved had sacrificed his soul so that he would survive, while he suffered in darkness. A life for a life. An equivalent exchange. 'How long will he stay in this current form?' Iason managed to get out, although it sounded painful to his ears.
'I'm unsure what triggered it but by tomorrow he should be back to his old grumpy self.'
'Ion can we go home now?' A sleep voice brought back everyone's attention to the sleepy Riki.
'Sure.' Ion looked up and looked at Iason. 'Is it possible we could slip through the back way? I don't want any more attention on him then what we already have.'
Iason stood up. 'Follow me.' Ion gently held onto Riki and he and his crew followed Iason through the back doors of the hall and down a long hallway, past the cook's room and through the back door. The long driveway was deserted. Hover cars lined each side of the lane.
'Well I can say one think for you Iason; you know how to throw a party.'
Iason glanced at the other Blondie then down at the small bundle dozing on his shoulder. 'I have many questions for you, and I expect them to be answered.'
'I have no doubt but I need to get this little guy home before he decides he wants to be big again.' Ion said and turned to look at Iason.' Take solace in the fact that maybe, just maybe one day he might remember.'
Iason locked Ion's words away. They should have brought him some comfort but all it did was cause him deeper despair. He didn't know what cause his action but he found he could not help himself. He reached up and gently stroked Riki's smooth cheek. He was so tiny, so small engulfed in Ion's arms. Iason's eyes widened when a small bronze hand suddenly grabbed his finger. Riki had reached for him, obviously in his sleep, his small fingers clutching the digit like a lifeline.
'He likes you I think.' Io said softly. Allowing Iason to have this moment with the one he loves.
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'Heath, can you get the door?' Ion asked as he shifted Riki onto his other shoulder. He was thankful for the late hour as many were either out at the party or have retired for the night, although it wouldn't make much difference. By morning the whole of Tanagura is going to know of Riki's little problem. Hell the whole of Amoi.
Heath went ahead and opened the door. 'His totally out of it.'
'It's no wonder, with all the excitement.'
'However tomorrow's going to be another story.' Luca commented
Ion's tall frame stepped into the foyer just as his furniture, Noel came into the room. Happy to see his master. 'Master, welcome…' Noel stopped suddenly when he spotted just who he was carried in his arms.
'Shh' Ion put a finger to his lips. 'It's Ion, remember.' Ion said quietly.' Can you please put on some coffee. I think I am going to need it.'
'Of course mast…I mean Ion.' Noel wanted to ask what happened to Sir Riki but knew better then to interfere. He went off to do as instructed. The others went to their rooms and Ion walked quietly into the large living room where Aya was sitting on the sofa reading a book by lamplight. She looked up and shook her head when she spotted little Riki asleep in Ion's arms and the Blondie's tired appearance. She put her book down and stood up, holding her swollen belly.
'I see someone had a good time.'
Ion sighed. 'You have no idea. I am just going to put this one to bed and then I am going to have a cup of some very strong coffee.' Ion said tiredly and was about to walk towards Riki's room before he changed directions and moved towards his own room. He opened the door and quietly proceeded to his large bed. With one arm carrying Riki, his body light due to his strength, he used the other to pull back the covers and so carefully, as not to wake him, placed Riki on the bed and pulled up the covers over his small form. The mongrel stirred but did not awaken. Ion watched him for a moment, his eyes soft. It still marvelled him, after years of spending time with them; just how much strength was in these misunderstood creatures. Mongrels had so much life in them that he sometimes thought that maybe it was jealousy that spurred the Elites to treat them as they do. For they have no restrictions, no boundaries. They were free men.
Ion shook his thoughts away and brushed away some black locks before he stood up and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
To be continued…
Finally finished. I can die now. I think I have RSI. Anyway I almost cried when I wrote the part about the Ion and the bird. Probably because I was listening to a sad song at the time. Don't ask me what it was. I can't remember. All I know was that it was a sad moment for all. Children can be so cruel. Even Blondie children. Schweigens is actually a real secret society. And I don't know about anyone else but I would bet Riki would look smoking in a kimono Anyway hope you like and remember to review.
