Hai! Modottekita! Had a fun week?

I am actually feeling on top of the world now! God knows why! XDDD So I thought, why not update, since I have finally finished it?! lolz

I am going to shut up now and let you read! (^u^)

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Warning: Lemon (boyxboy, :O rather unexpected, ne? ;p XD), angst… this chappie is slightly longer, so is the rant :D

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Chapter 14 Consequence

"As the twig is bent, the tree inclines."

Virgil

'There could very well be ghosts around here.' thought Guy as he walked through the bunkers at Dana Burn. He had come there to check if the information he had received from Robby was correct. The rambling, dilapidated ruins looked eerie, and considering the history of the place, it was natural that he felt shivers of fear run through his spine. The place seemed dead, yet had an ethereal glow about it that scared him. How many had been trapped here during the siege? How many had died here? It was ironical that the most favored son of the ruthless being responsible for the state of this place, would come here to face his death. Guy snickered.

He knew what he was asking for. He knew that there was no way he could escape his death here, if he went through with his plans. But he knew, it would all be worth it if Riki was free again. If… No, when Riki turned back into Riki again.

The echoes of his footsteps resounded through the entire structure, making him even more wary. He stopped, taking a phone out of his pocket and switched it on, dialed a number, trying to contact Robby. He put it to his ear, and heard nothing but a static beep as the connection severed. Guy smiled. Clean phone connections, apparently, also used eta wave technology. It was hard to tap into the frequency, so it was a preferred favorite of the elite. Older technologies had been defeated and replaced after the invention of equipment that could directionally control radiation and methods to filter the harmful ones. There were still other devices that could be used to track them. But then again, he had been told that any form of satellite down-link was shielded effectively in the bunkers. And he felt reassured when he tried dialing again and the communication failed. If the strongest eta waves couldn't penetrate the ruins, then should he even worry about the rest? Maybe he should just crush them, the other devices Riki had, just to be safe?

"So it is true…" Guy sighed in relief. That finalized a most essential part of his plans. Indeed if the information about Dana Burn had been wrong, almost all of his planning would have gone down the drain. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try and plan something else, even better than what he now had in mind. That was the extent of his conviction right now.

He walked into a nearby room, turned on the lights, surprised that they still worked, and then took out the blueprint of the bunkers, setting it down on the nearest table. He had been working on the ancient design terminal they had back in Ceres, to deconstruct the layers of the structure and had meticulously pinned down the points that were the weakest in terms of construction. Even if Dana Burn would not withstand such an explosion, no matter where the bombs were set, he had been thorough in deciding the positions. He could not afford to fail.

"I've got a pet ring there. I've been licking his boots for three years. Even now. Guy… You were able to come back because he… with those hands…Iason caressed my whole body."

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger, his eyes gaining a dangerous glint. It never failed to incite a burning fury in Guy, whenever he remembered any of Riki's words that day. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to do important work, work that needed a level head. He would have all the time in the world to rage about later. He forced the picture out of his mind, focusing on the memory of Riki in his early teens, his eyes dazzlingly bright, and his smile ethereally beautiful. That was the Riki he was going to revive from within the submissive pet. He opened his eyes and smiled, remembering the way they had teased each other, laughed and smiled and fought with each other. That was his Riki.

He sighed as he placed the bag containing the old fashioned remote controlled plastique explosive units and began sorting them based on his markings. He was here already. It would not be bad to actually prepare the bunkers for their final, glorious night. He smiled. He had never expected to that he would meet his fate like this. But then, he hadn't expected that he would have survived this long. The one reason that had made him fight, anchored him to life and sustained his spirit long enough to make him such a man, had been Riki. He would make Riki free again. He would face death, yes, but he wouldn't be alone would he? He would take a Blondie down with him. A bloody final, glorious night indeed.

He spoke, addressing the imaginary ghosts of the past that inhabited the place, as he moved about with the units in hand.

"Rejoice, you bastards. You will be getting a chance at your revenge soon."

'And then, you will be back, Riki. Even if I don't make it, even if I am not around, you will be mine. Mine'

xxxxx

Riki stretched his muscles systematically, as he let out a loud grunt and walked outside. Factory work wasn't nearly as thrilling as it was taxing. Moving shipments from one place to another wasn't what he loved, but it was an improvement. This way, he wouldn't have to sit around the penthouse all day long doing nothing. He snickered to himself. He sure didn't miss that one bit!

It had been exactly a week since he had started living in Apatia. And he had to admit, the Blondie had planned everything out to a dot to make it easier for him. He had even insisted that Katze rearrange his schedules so that Riki would not have to stay at work late. And he had made sure that he would not be required to travel too far for his work, thereby keeping him at least a bit more secure than he would be otherwise. He was even given a separate tracer by Katze. Not that he liked this at all… But he was, in essence, free to do what he pleased. Riki snorted. Iason had done that. Unbelievable, right?

He learned something new everyday, even though he was mostly working inside a warehouse. He had found out the limits of his freedom today, when he had volunteered to go to Daars to deliver a shipment and had been refused flat by the red-head in command. And then, later, he had seen Enif. It had been a shock to see the arrogant, academy-class pet treated like a piece of shit. And then, another shock to listen to Katze's words.

"Even the pets in Eos who were aloof and patronizing grow old and lose their master's interest. Doesn't matter if they're from Academy or the harem… The only thing left is to fall from one whorehouse in Midas to the next, until you get to hell. The fate of a pet is always more or less the same."

Of course, he knew that. He expected nothing less for himself too, if he was to be sold off. But the words that shocked him were-

"Riki, have you ever thought about how lucky you are to be here? And how much risk Iason is taking behind all of this?"

Was he truly lucky to be with Iason? Why did Katze seem so sure that Iason would not lose interest in him? That he would not sell him off? And Iason was taking a risk? What risk? The only thing he could think of as a potential danger was the malicious gossip around the elite circles. But it was a risk? Was Iason really risking much for him? Moreover, he had been with Iason for almost four years. Why wasn't he already sold off? Was he really something more than a pet to the Blondie? For some reason, though the thought made him the slightest bit happier, Riki couldn't even begin to believe that this could be. He was merely a possession… Wasn't he? And yet…

Recently, the Blondie had turned from being the unreadable machine to the impossible puzzle for Riki. The cold, analytical Blondie acted with so much passion that he had been completely swept away at times. Iason didn't have to do anything. He didn't have to listen to his wishes, much less give them a tangible form. But he was still doing it. Why? He wanted to know. But every time he was about to ask, he had been diverted or distracted to focus on something else.

Iason… After his move into Apatia, the Blondie hadn't visited even once. Every night he'd lain alone in bed, memories had flooded his mind, turning him on to such a degree that he'd feel as if the need for relief, for Iason, would overpower every other thought, and he would crave to go back to the penthouse. Of course, he didn't act on that impulse. He couldn't do it; he couldn't give in and submit to the Blondie, who loved him without even a pinch of love.

He walked by slowly and reached the apartment, opening the panel to insert the key card, punch in the numbers and then bent forward for the retinal scan. And the door opened. Riki stretched once again as he walked in, removed his jacket and turned to throw it on the couch. He froze at the sight that awaited him.

Iason was standing by the couch, one hand on his hip and the other holding a glass, his eyes intensely scrutinizing the newcomer. A small smile played at the corner of his lips as the glass was raised again and drained of some more of its contents. A charged silence fell as both the pet and the master gazed at each other, and their eyes met.

"Iason…" Riki broke it with a trembling voice. Somehow, it seemed new and intensely thrilling, to see that the Blondie had been waiting for him. For quite some time too, judging from the amount of drink left in the glass.

Nothing more was said, as Iason slowly walked across and carefully placed the glass on a nearby counter. And as soon as the bothersome material was rid of, it was as if a dam had broken. Iason almost pounced on him, pulling him by his hand harshly, trapping him with a ferocious, hungry kiss, holding him in a suffocating, tight embrace. Riki smiled in his mind, enjoying every bit of it, abandoning all thought that forbade him from falling for this, as his breath was stolen and his mind dizzied without the replenishment. And even as his strength faded, and his knees gave out, Iason didn't stop; he just held Riki tighter, flush against his body, support and stimulation as one, feeling every twitch of his pet's muscle.

This was driving him out of his mind. The always-in-control Blondie stumbled slightly as he sought a solid surface on which to pin his pet down. To feel so much abandon, So unusual; so nonsensical; yet so natural. He needed Riki to be closer, feel him more, crush him into his body for that closeness. Gravity, pride and grace were concerns that he discarded without a moment's thought, in exchange for this ecstatic feeling.

'God, I've missed this!' was the synchronized thought of the two lovers as they fumbled about and Iason finally found a wall to support his force, lifted Riki up against it to his eye level, and removed his mouth from his pet's, allowing a moment's breath and then rejoined his mouth to his beloved's, invading and drinking deeply. Riki chuckled into the kiss, happily, yet arrogantly, as he pushed on the Blondie's hand and turned his head to break away.

"I just got back, Iason." his words trembled. He wanted to say more, but neither his body, nor Iason's lips would cooperate. When the Blondie wanted something, he got it. That hadn't changed. So he smiled again and wound his arms along the Blondie's neck and buried them in the rich thick golden locks as he grunted his pleasure.

Oh what that sound did to him! Iason furrowed his brows in desperation. He couldn't decide. Would it be better to just take Riki here, against the wall? Would it be more prudent to go to the bed? He sighed in his mind. As much as he approved the former choice, he did not know what that would do to the mongrel's back. That was the force of his want. He just might crush Riki and snap his spine if he was allowed to do as he wished now. So he removed himself from the boy, steeling himself and then lifted him to take him to bed.

Once inside the bedroom, Iason almost tore off Riki's clothes from his body, obviously impatient. Riki closed his eyes as he felt the coolness of the mattress on his back and waited for the Blondie to undress. What was this? He couldn't read the Blondie's mind, but, it felt as if Iason had the same feelings as he did. If the uncontrolled vigor of Iason's moves was any indication, he would say that the Blondie was insanely in love with him. But that was impossible, right? Besides, impatience to fuck wasn't the same as love. It only showed that their physical communion was much thought of in his absence and missed. He knew it better than anyone else. Yet, his mind snickered in pride. The Blondie had missed him that much? Was he really that good?

He sighed as he felt the dip in the mattress when Iason kneeled on it, as he felt those hands caress the skin of his chest. He felt the hunger deep inside him get stoked, the flame re-ignited, as if he'd breathed in a new life, after a week of soulless existence. His breath caught as a nipple was pinched and then crushed by the pad of an inquisitive thumb. He moaned.

That sound broke the only vestige of control that Iason still had and the restrained exploration burst forth into a desperate need to touch everything that was Riki. His hands were everywhere. On his pet's chest, his neck, his hips, his manhood, this thighs. Everywhere. And it still wasn't enough.

Riki felt the sudden steep rise in Iason's interest as the sweetest pain possible. His need had crossed its limit in just moments and his manhood stood in attention, and his thighs parted, begging Iason's touch, once more.

Iason looked down at the pet's weeping arousal and felt, for the first time, an overwhelming combination of curiosity and need. As one hand continued it's work on Riki's body, he bent down and touched it with the other. It wasn't enough. He then blew on it, and watched as it twitched in response and an exquisite sound of tortured pleasure escaped Riki's lips. More. He wanted more. Iason didn't hesitate as he slowly, surely engulfed Riki's member into the wet heat of his mouth.

Riki's eyes shot open, in both surprise and horror, as he felt hair tickling his thighs. Iason had never done something like this. He still remembered the disdainful look that the Blondie had had when he had exploded in his hand one day, some years ago, and the quick way he had wiped it away, as if he had touched something so disgusting that it sullied him.

"Iason… No…"

The Blondie looked up in curiosity as he hummed and then removed his mouth from its position to speak.

"What? You don't want this?" he asked jokingly.

"No. You… You're a Blondie…. Blondies shouldn't… nngh." His words were cut off as Iason grasped the boy's erection and squeezed. Riki's mind reeled. Wasn't it also a question of pride for a Blondie?

"Blondies shouldn't…? What? Have sex? Be madly aroused by a pet writhing beneath them? Want to bury themselves in the heat of a pet's body?... Break rules? Own a mongrel pet?..." Fall in love? Tell me something I don't know, Riki.

Iason's words were raw, direct with no sign of his famous pride, and Riki gaped at it in shock for a moment. Physical pleasure brought about this transformation in a Blondie? No. That was impossible. Why? Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel like Iason loved him too, when that was clearly impossible?

Iason scoffed and then diverted his attention once again to the boy's wet member. Unable to control himself, Riki clenched a fist on the sheets, as moans and grunts fell from his lips, his breathing reduced to shuddering gulps of much-needed air, his fingers holding a long lock of the Blondie's mane, measuring its silkiness.

Riki fell past all thought as he looked at the Blondie's intense gaze, as his head bobbed and the exquisite wet heat and pressure slowly pushed him over the edge and he lost himself.

xxx

Ultimate blackness overwhelmed him as his eyes drifted shut, while his body still managed to cope with the pressure of the Blondie's thrusts. In a few more moments, he would pass out, after five rounds of non-stop, intense sex. Iason hadn't actually been cruel; at least, Riki felt that he hadn't intended to be. And he hadn't caused much pain. But he had been insatiable. And he had also craved it until that last time, which had proved to be much more exhausting than he'd expected. He remembered begging him to stop, lost in throes of passion, and completely drained of energy, but then the Blondie really couldn't at that point, could he?

"Please… Give me a break…"

"Hmmm… Not yet. It's not enough."

And he remembered being shocked at the tone of the Blondie. His voice had been a soft whisper, drenched in heat, tenderness and an emotion so akin to the sweetest kind of torture, as if it really was not enough, as if Iason really wanted to delve deep into his soul, rather than just his body. And he had given in, closed his eyes and surrendered to the Blondie, letting him control his limbs as he pleased. It wasn't a wonder actually. It had been long since Iason had melted his guard, and penetrated his heart. He did not even need the Blondie's tenderness to admit to himself that he was in love with him.

The Blondie above him looked so exquisite, that he wanted to pull him down and kiss him. It aroused him even now, to look at that expression of absolute concentration, despite the fact that his body felt powerless, like husk drifting at the direction of the strong wind, giving in to its every wish. He moved his hand slowly, and grabbed Iason's hips at the sides and dug his nails there, pulling him in further, providing the final stimulus that the Blondie had needed to reach his zenith, and saw the Blondie throw his head back and shudder in ecstasy.

He moaned and then sighed one last time, letting go of everything, embracing the darkness that fell heavily over his eyes, as liquid heat filled his insides and a heavy weight crushed him to the sheets.

xxx

Riki awoke to find the night-light turned on, and Iason lying on his side, looking at him with an intensity that could evaporate ice in a moment. Dawn wasn't upon them yet, he sensed. Embarrassment colored his face as he turned around, facing away from the great Blondie, escaping that gaze; and the Blondie snickered at the gesture.

Iason didn't say a word; he was immersed in his own thoughts. He couldn't believe that it had happened. That he had absolutely lost control and taken Riki like that. And that he had actually broken free of his sense of repugnance to oral stimulation. It seemed as if every minute he spent with Riki was one where some frontier in his mind hopelessly shattered. And he found that he loved every second of it, even if it destroyed him to his core.

Riki's own thoughts turned to Katze's words as the companionable silence settled in.

"And how much risk Iason is taking behind all of this?"

"Iason… Is it true that you're in a bad position because of me? That having me with you is a blemish to your name?" he asked frankly.

"Who did you hear that from?"

"Even if you don't want, you hear rumors... As it is, I'm supposed to be the rare animal."

And Iason laughed freely at the statement. Riki's eyes widened at the rare, beautiful sound, in wonder and then he turned around to show his disapproval with a furrowed brow.

"It isn't a laughing matter."

"Oh… So you are worried for me?" Iason's heart soared as he said this. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing if it was true?

"Who, me?! I am just concerned if I'd be sent back to Eos."

Iason did not for a second doubt that his pet would be concerned about that. True, it was a thing to consider seriously. If there was no reason for the pet to stay in Apatia other than the flimsy excuse he now had; one day, soon, he would be ordered to do the unimaginable. That was a sure thing. But, if… He thought for a moment, before he pulled the mongrel close and nuzzled his neck as he playfully whispered his response.

"If you've got time to worry about that, you'd better improve your skills..." he smiled and continued. "I am not saying you should be a hacker, but… Otherwise you'll always be just a rare animal."

xxxxx

The word out in the streets was that Riki was in Apatia. And he had paid handsome money for the particulars of that rumor. And it turned out that it was true. For, he had seen Riki going into the apartment. He snickered. It hadn't really taken much. He had just disguised himself with a cap and dressed in his best clothes, and nobody had questioned. And this was supposed to be the Blondie stronghold in Midas. 'How laughable!' he thought, and then noticed the hover-car.

Guy stood outside Riki's apartment in Apatia, looking at the hover-car parked in front of it. He recognized it from the auction in Mistral Park. So, the Blondie was here. He gritted his teeth and waited. He wanted to have a word with Riki, if possible. Perhaps there was a way to do this without all the drama? Maybe Riki would defy the Blondie in such a way that he would be immediately dismissed of his position and freed? Maybe they could just kill the Blondie together and escape? Maybe there was some other way? No matter how things had changed, Riki was still his boss. He wanted the best for him, no less. But if nothing else was possible, he would not hesitate to proceed with his plans.

So he waited, and waited. But even though it was close to daybreak, the Blondie did not leave. And that could only mean one thing. He cursed in his mind as his anger broke free and ran to one of the back alleys. He vented by punching the wall and swearing loudly, allowing his anger to take complete control as he hit the wall again and again till his knuckles burned furiously. The thought killed him, that Riki was, at this very moment, being used as a toy to satisfy the perverted desires of a Blondie.

"Shit." he hissed, looking down at his hands to see blood seeping through broken skin. There was no way that Riki could tolerate that kind of treatment. He must be in hell now, unable to protest, unable to escape, unable to do anything to preserve his own dignity. Hell. And he had gone there to save him and the others. That thought decided his course. He didn't need to talk to Riki. He didn't need to ask him. He would just save him, at least because he owed Riki as much. Because he still loved his Riki so much.

"Soon, Riki. Very soon." He promised again.

xxxxx

It had perhaps been a joke, but Riki wanted to think that Iason had been serious. He thought about it a hundred times as he moved the allotted shipments to the respective warehouses and carriers.

"If you've got time to worry about that, you'd better improve your skills... I am not saying you should be a hacker, but…"

Besides, it seemed entirely plausible to him that the Blondie would want to retain him in some capacity. Maybe he was deluding himself, but Riki had a feeling that he wasn't. And he didn't think that he was so bad a judge of character that he would be so wrong. It had been a few days since he had heard that from the Blondie, but it seemed to occupy most of his mind and he constantly thought about it.

He sighed. A hacker, was it? He knew that if he became a hacker, he would perhaps be set free from his position as a pet and maybe even granted some sort of citizenship. After all that was exactly what had happened to Katze.

He wanted to know. It was never too late to learn any skill, and with a computer, even without proper training, he was a quite a bit knowledgeable. Riki delivered the day's last consignment and then walked to meet Katze to talk about it.

As soon as Katze realized that the door had opened, he turned and smiled at Riki.

"Good work, Riki."

"You too…"

"You are leaving right?..." asked the redhead as he gave a shifty eyed look at the mongrel. The abstracted expression on Riki's face told him that he was up to something.

The pet just nodded.

"What is it Riki?" he sighed in irritation. "If there is something you want to tell me, just-"

Riki interrupted.

"Do you think I can become a hacker, Katze?"

Katze raised an eyebrow and looked at the mongrel. What was going on now?

"Do you want to become a hacker?" he asked. "Are you sure Iason would be fine with that?"

"He was the one who put the idea in my mind." he said, slightly irritated.

Katze's eyes widened. What was Iason doing?! He didn't even recognize the Blondie anymore.

Riki looked at the expression and snickered.

"I know, right?" He then shook his head and turned to leave. "He was probably just joking anyway. Don't trouble yourself with it." He said as he left. "See you tomorrow."

"Ah…" The redhead was still deep in thought. Could Riki become a hacker? Well, why not? Of course he could. Riki was no fool and he admitted that Riki did have a natural flair with computers, he had an analytical mind. No normal, dumb mongrel would have been able to find him as easily as he had when they had first met, some years ago. He decided, he would ask Iason before he put forth the deal to try and train him. He smiled to himself; it would be a relief, to have a capable man like Riki share the burden of his work. Why not, indeed…

xxxxx

Riki walked through the busy streets of Midas, with his head down, deep in thought. It really had been a joke hadn't it? There was no way the Blondie would relinquish the rights he had on him for so simple a reason as risk. Iason had gone to such lengths to get him back. There was no way he would let him do something that would actually make him independent.

Somehow he felt uneasy, as if someone was watching him, and his instinct warned of an approaching danger. He disregarded it and kept walking towards the apartment in Apatia.

He looked up at an automobile shop he often passed by, and stopped. He missed the feeling of speed. He missed being on a hover-bike. Life seemed too dull without those beautiful drives across Ceres. He walked into the store, stood there for a minute and admired the newest, fastest model. He couldn't resist it, so he mounted the bike and looked at the controls. He had just enough money in his credit profile now. He could actually afford it.

"No."

Iason's previous reaction to the idea stopped him. And he got off the bike and walked away; not because he was afraid of the Blondie's response, not because he felt obliged again, but because he didn't want to upset the Blondie. He didn't want to break Iason's trust by doing it. Whatever be the case, he still loved Iason, and that counted for something, according to him.

Riki sighed. Why did he feel so uneasy? He turned a corner into a side-street and walked, expecting some sort of trouble.

A hover-bike whizzed in front of him, causing a few cars to crash, and then maneuvered around towards him, toppling him and making him fall, to a partial supine position, prompting a gaze towards the crazy biker who had caused such havoc.

And the biker raised his weapon, a stun gun, released the catch and aimed it at him.

Riki looked at the biker in disbelief and muttered a final word before he was struck unconscious by the intense agony of an electric shock.

"Guy…"

xxxxx

Katze kept looking at his watch and the door. Riki was supposed to have reported some time ago to receive the transportation lists from him. He was starting to get worried. He immediately switched to his computer and tuned to the signal of the tracer he had given Riki. When there was no signal, he cursed in his mind, realizing what the mongrel might have done with it. It was compulsory that Riki had it on him wherever he went. Katze had made certain to emphasize on it, going so far as to demand that the mongrel give him his word. But there was always the possibility that Riki had broken his word. Or had found a way to neutralize the signal. That wasn't too difficult considering Riki did have other devices on his body that could interfere with the tracer's signal. He immediately called up his men and asked them to check if he was still in Apatia, and in a few other places he could think of.

A few minutes later, one of his agents informed him that there was no one in the apartment. He needed to inform Iason, he decided and immediately patched a call through to the Blondie.

"Master Iason. It's Katze."

"Katze... What is it?"

"It's Riki… He… has disappeared. I cannot find him with my tracer. And he isn't in Apatia. I…"

"What?... When did…?

"He was here yesterday evening. He was supposed to meet me today and didn't turn up. So I thought that he might have been waylaid and checked the apartment and the usual places. But…"

"All right…"

"Should I assign my men to search for him?"

"No… It is not necessary for you to move. This is private. Is that understood, Katze?"

"… Yes, Master Iason."

Katze was reluctant. He didn't want to back off now, because he felt responsible. It was entirely possible that Riki had run away or hidden himself because he had been affected too much by that new idea of his or because he was in some kind of trouble. He grunted his frustration and lit a cigarette, when the idea struck him. No matter how the tracer was disabled, the additional component he had manually configured would still be active. To hell with Iason's privacy. He was the one who felt responsible. And he would never forgive any of the people involved in this if Riki was in any way harmed. He had to interfere. For Iason's sake, for Riki's sake. The boy would pay if he had willingly run away, that much was sure; but if he hadn't…

Katze had his own pride to defend, and his own concerns to protect. He called the team that he had sent to trail Guy and demanded that they report his whereabouts. Maybe there still was a way he could help?

xxxxx

Iason was irritated at the information he received from his ex-furniture. Had the restless mongrel finally dared to do the worst and run away, taking advantage of his generosity? Did Riki forget that he would forever be wearing the ring and that he would somehow find him sooner or later?

He tapped at the panel activating the ring's homing system and searched throughout Midas and Tanagura. There was no signal.

His eyebrows furrowed in rage as he realized he wasn't in Midas or Tanagura.

"So, he has gone outside?... If so, where?"

Iason sat back in his chair. Was he still on Amoi or had he escaped to some other planet? Somehow, he couldn't put all of this down as a voluntary escape attempt. Although he had to admit, if his mongrel planned his escape, it would probably be like this. Still, something told him that Riki would not do it; he would not escape like this. But the thought could just be his inner hope projected on the reckless mongrel who perhaps felt nothing but hate for him. Iason scoffed at himself. He seemed to be hoping for too much wasn't he? His face twisted in rage, as he let out a rare curse.

For some reason the words echoed in his mind.

"...he is a leader. You do not treat them like slaves. Leaders do not get treated low… not without consequences."

Why the hell was he remembering the words of the Chairman? And why did he have the distinct feeling that this was the consequence, and that he would pay dearly for his mistakes if he was careless? Why was he so anxious about his pet's safety, more than the fact that Riki had committed a definite crime by stepping out of his bounds and running away?

Where the hell are you, Riki? Why would you leave like that?

Another blush-worthy chap…*blush* Hope you liked it! I couldn't deny this little bunny sitting here, some entertainment. And besides, I really wanted to write a version of the "epic hair-flip" scene lol. This time, I tried to keep thoughts out of it… I am not sure that it came out as well as I had pictured it. But... Well… G-Gomen. *blush*

Always had the doubt. How did Iason assume Riki was abducted as soon as he knew the news? And then saw the old OVA again. He doesn't actually say "They've gone outside?", ne? "soto e deta to demo iu no ka" is more like a " gone outside, you say?", I think. So, I thought I'd play with that as well XDDD

Don't ask me if I am going to write Yoshihara Sensei's version... I can only say I don't know...Srsly. I think I have laid some groundwork, but I am actually clueless as to what I will do… (^.^;;) I will try my best, whichever way I choose to go! :D Please bear with the suspense a little longer XD

Dear Prospero,

Using more than one nickname?! Oh my god! You like me! You really like me!(Like Sally Field)XD Master Mink was feeling a bit whimsical last week. He behaves like that- all polite- once in a while, especially when I tell him I have designs to make the next chapter a little raunchy XD He was really happy and actually kept smiling at me constantly…o.o Creepy, I tell you.(I love doing this! XDDD)

It took death to bring them to the same level, to make them realize, was what I wanted to say. :) In reality, I would also agree, there is no everlasting wedge. And yes, I believe people do have a choice to get out of the rut. (Hence the ooc talkativeness in this fic. :D) I think Riki had it in him and even tried to. He just had a bit of bad (at the same time good =3) luck when he found Iason. And Hey! It's good to be an optimist! :D(He found IASON! *looking at Riki* What the hell more do you want, Riki! XDDD) And Riki is just freakin' AWESOME! He attracts all guys (and even girls!lolz)… ROFL!

I didn't mean to come across as greedy! :O Oh Noes! Actually, I'd be glad if you guys just PM me… ;D The point is: numbers don't actually matter… I keep asking because… I just get this "high" every time I see a comment or message from readers. Feels like I'm a child again, excited, jumping about! And let me tell you, it's a bloody addicting feeling… (You don't even have to have a positive opinion, and even just one word does the trick... sigh. I think I might have a problem here… :S). Also, I truly do get a lot of ideas from your comments. Just a word here or there, kinda sparks my fantasies… Unlike many authors, I don't really have a set plot in mind before I write. I just make it up as I go! You can actually see it in my writing- The plot may be joined to the original or I can invent a completely ridiculous new version, after any chap with just a few small paragraphs. I am that unprepared and changeable! So usually, I hardly know what is really gonna be on the document before it is on paper. (^_^;) And truthfully, I owe all of this to you, my darling friends! m(_ _)m :D

Well, enough rantin'… Have a great week! *hiding from Prospero and whispering to the others* Please review, ok? Pretty please?... XDDDDDD (lol! see what I mean? I am like 3 right now, just reading your previous comments. XD)

Have fun fellas! \(^u^)/