Oh well. It took me a while. But now fit for it all, I. Am. HOME! *flails and runs around* So happy. ^ ^

And to share my enthusiasm, here is a treat not only to you but to me. You have no idea how I have missed writing. I have been living day to day in the hopes of one day getting back to this thus I am especially happy. Also, I managed to finally migrate my Cinco story to Archive of Our Own which I have been wanting to do since forever.

For those of you who also have accounts there or just want to visit me -or stalk yes? *giggles*- say my name! Yeah. You know my name.

Onwards then! And strangers please, please please! Introduce yourselves? I'd want to know who you people are.

Much love,

Yuri *hearts*


The day seemed to be dragging as slow as the stars were revolving in the heavens, the coat of darkness called night wrapping unhurriedly about in a sleepy pace of sorts. As if the planet was also taking its time within the cosmos. Raoul had, after the incident, returned to his lab, rather pacified now after having dealt with the Platina in the way he wanted.

Cruel that by this time, the latter would be either decommissioned or lowered to a certain derogatory rank, the Biochemist rooting for the former, very much wanting to flush the entire caste of the lowlives that dress themselves so proudly as elites but have torn the hierarchy into shreds with their need for power as well as their inimical greed during Jupiter's absence.

Though the means had been rather unorthodox to achieve this end, using the Neu couple as a trap, ending in him basically having an interesting night, more interesting day prior that, recalling details as he all but slipped out of his cape and suit to stand naked before a mirror. He had been indulged as he had indulged it, admittedly admiring his brother's creativity, or more aptly, his humour in dealing with the situation...

Iason had said before all this, "How about we play possum? I want to apprehend a Platina that has been giving our other Lower Elites a difficulty.

"His misbehavior is making a stain on my carpet."

Raoul turned his head and was visibly curious, "Shouldn't we send someone else to do that?" though intrigued he had been by the prospect.

"But we're already headed there today," said Neu-Jupiter with a smile lighting his otherwise cold noble features, his demeanor changing into one likened to that of a mischievous imp in the guise and build of a god.

He had been referring to the Airbike race then. Obviously, the stage had already been set up for the performance. All it took was a little push and the teeth of the trap would snap in place, destroying whoever it was that got caught in its maw...i

This was part of the old god's Will, that is, to cleanse their System of unnecessary vermin, Raoul being a confidant to it knowing that this may be a gruesome task to achieve in the path to securing Tanagura's future. He could only shake his head at the thought, at the idea that they will have to play a large part in it all somehow, the ones who will more likely need to drop the ax upon the necks of their own. A most dirty affair. Still. It definitely had to be done.

Once more pulling his hair into the appropriate bun, he let some of the soft strands slip loose to fall down his bare shoulders. His skin a milkier shade to those golden locks but what else was new in the life of being a Blondie? He was musing to himself.

"Cleaning a mess like that," sighed the Biochemist, looking at his reflection through the glass, his office's windows making a phantom of that said reflection in more than one angle around, the view of a brightly lit Capital paling before him. "What would you have us do next Iason?"

His eyes wandered over to his desk, taking a few steps closer to reach for the pin now laid within a sterile velvet box there, threading that tool carefully through his locks to trigger the change in colour of his natural Blondie head into the rich red shade that made the Platina's blood run over earlier, craning his neck from side to side in check the difference.

"So this is why he picked this colour…" Derek Zen was discriminating towards Rubies. Raoul smiled to himself. Of course Neu-Jupiter knew this fact and was ultimately wanting to exploit it all the way, . "Quite a sly devil you are my Lord ...

"Quite the dangerous devil."


Orphe was being tested but nonetheless took the challenge of getting the private Airbike Exhibit together at such a short span of time, in two days transforming the lofty heights of a lower hall into a grand showcase of the latest machineries, the units displayed prominently with the signature touch of drama afforded by the status of the one who'd requested it. Though the pets whom the Blondies brought in felt a bit out of place and occasionally confused. This was, for them, a peculiar gathering, their meager minds not really well-versed with other aspects besides the erotic and could fancy not the way an Airbike really ticked. The speed. The adrenaline of it.

Riki could care less. He was happy to being left free to roam from unit to unit and ask questions, which was all that mattered, Iason his Master looking on, ever the doting lover.

"There would be a need to at least select a new set of elites to fit the level," the Blondies present found other things to busy with as the pets whispered and got bored on the side, while Riki checked the inner workings of the Airbikes with the merchants in tow. "Could we perhaps provide some form of promotion? A chance for the lower members of the hierarchy to gain a higher post?"

Gideon was already suggesting, his eyes following the dark-haired Exclusive as Iason's was, Riki's well-built form fluid in its movements as he motioned around a particular unit he seemed to be taking a liking to, drawn by its sleek design and aerodynamics.

The host of Blondies were likewise moving about, wine glasses in hand, themselves picking through the other vehicles and transports Orphe also invited the traders of for them to choose from. These the other pets seemed to flock to slightly, the sight of Aircars something more familiar to them. Apparently, none of them has ever been on an Airbike before. Riki chuckled to himself. Compared to the children of the Slums, these were innocent lambs, lost to the role other than what they were assigned, manufactured and bred into.

But would that have any importance to someone like him? Him who had everything including a sound mind of understanding? The game changes just a bit because of that. Like how it was now that all the top merchants were set to sell here to him, displaying their best merchandise in the hopes of not only impressing the elites present but also the lone Pet whom they now knew to be such an enthusiast at the sport.

The profit never really mattered at this point. The honour of bragging that they were the preferred brand by Tanagura's Exclusive however was top prize. Imagine what that could do, what doors that badge could open. The glitter of opportunities…

Katron was noting with accuracy the conversations taking place between Pet and merchants, silently manipulating the controls of the surveillance droids to take snapshots. For security purposes. Procedures. Something Iason wanted him to make sure of and was succeeding to the best of his capabilities. This as his brothers stood by with whatever was needed, not entirely the main serving crew provided by the Tower itself but there to cater to their Masters. The personal Furniture was the one busiest as he strode by Riki's side at all times however.

"This is pretty sweet," the Exclusive ran a hand appreciatively over the body of the sable Airbike his heart had fixed itself upon, his obsidian eyes glinting wonder, a display screen before him showing the statistics of the ride and he was loving that.

He liked how the speed aspects of it were off the charts. It was a fast beast, could tear through the streets like the most precise of laser knives.

"Can I take this for a spin?"

"And where are you going with that?"

It was Raoul, the multitude of Blondies including Iason Mink with him making an entrance and the Pet grimace. Their eyes were on him, a sea of cold ice of varying hues, one the same and different from the other. Each its own. Each commanding their own.

He could likewise feel the other pets looking, obviously hungry for even just the faintest sliver of the attention he was getting, gritting and bristling at him again like such wild animals. Riki simply sighed and turned to Iason. "I want to actually test it. Can I?"

The top Blondie smiled, though it was Raoul who said the words, his arms crossed sternly across his broad chest, "You do know you can't."

"Why not?"

The Blondie put it blandly, "Protocol.

"You know you can't go out of the Tower by yourself."

It always had to do with rules. The System by which the whole of this world was governed revolved around so many strictures that even his existence now as the Exclusive entailed in itself a set of standards. Riki always had a distaste for such things. He rolled his eyes. Iason was well aware of this. Which was why it was not a surprise to him when the Pet all but grabbed a helmet on the side and threw it, "Hey Katron!" at the Furniture who all but wondered before following with a nod as the Pet patted the back seat of the Airbike.

"Sit," and Katron complied, a bit uncertain, his brows creased. The next thing that happened was a blur but Riki suddenly revved the engine and took to speed, flying through an open section of the glass doming over the Tower. Out into the night and vanishing with the tail lights.

Raoul visibly shook his head with an exasperated growl of frustration, burying his face into a palm, Gideon breaking into laughter while Iason turned his attentions and examined the unit next to what Riki took off on. Something with a shade bordering silver and golden. He had a smile to himself.

"Such stubbornness…

"Is this fly worthy?" he was thinking out loud one moment then asked next the merchant who stood stiffly by.

The latter merely nodded, tongue-tied at what had happened earlier. Such behavior was unheard of in pets. The Superior Blondie gestured for the helmet sitting idly by which the purveyor immediately and somehow absent-mindedly handed over.

The Biochemist's jaw fell at what Neu-Jupiter was intending. "Don't tell me you're running after him!? Iason!"

To their shock, Iason did slip on the helmet, mounting the Airbike to swipe a hand at the right keys, getting the engine started before turning full throttle and taking off after his Exclusive, the machine breaking into haste under the cool of the night, a trail of clear mist in its wake.

"Damn it Iason!" Raoul, his fist raised, called after, the other pets and their Masters looking like something had just suddenly exploded in their faces. "He really isn't much to listening!"

"Like Master. Like Pet?"

But Gideon merely gave the Biochemist a pat on the shoulder as slowly, one by one, the other Blondies broke into his same amused laughter, finding the situation a novelty very common now in the still-unshakable structure of Tanagura...


Riki and Iason had chased after each other through the traffic, commonfolk screeching in an uproar as the powerful machines sped past them on the sidewalk and off, the winds billowing behind the transports as the two weaved through the larger containers and even airships sluggishly queuing in the lateness.

Rising and falling suddenly, shooting up then dipping very low past tankers and cargo vessels. Looping under bridges and around buildings. The Pet not even giving once to his Master enough that Katron had held on tight to him in the midst of the fierceness of the small contest, the Blondie hot on their tailcoats, pursuing with a diligence Riki the Black who had been loose on the road.

They eventually had ended up somewhere: a vast green patch of a park whose name was lost to them both. Not that it mattered when they had managed to finally breeze through the air together, peacefully cruising and chuckling at their own attempts to race, at how the other Blondies might have been unnerved to see them zoom off like that.

Katron felt literally sick. The impromptu passenger was cold-sweating, that, the moment they landed, he was off and running to duck behind a bush to empty the contents of his stomach. Amusing that this creature could be so fearsome when called upon yet fragile all the same.

His Masters let him be, Iason more interested to run his fingertips down the curves of Riki's hips as the latter thread his own through blond locks now free of the helmet that was earlier masked over it.

Riki grinned ear to ear, "That was hot."

Iason only smirked, taking a kiss as a reward, "You think a Blondie can't play a Mongrel's game?"

"When have I ever said you cannot?" the Pet chuckled back, catching sight of Katron trying to regain his composure only to duck behind the bush again, managing to bow in excuse this time for his sorry state that Riki only laughed.

"That mouth always gets you into trouble," now the Blondie's own was intent on covering his, a gloved hand tilting that chin so his sapphire hues met the darkness of his Exclusive's diamonds.

Riki challenged immediately, "What will you do about it then? Shut me up?"

A kiss was one way. The other means would have to wait until they get back to the Palace, assuming the trip does not end up with the Furniture breaking into a mess of nausea and coughing like he was doing now. Riki smiled into those captivating lips. Yeah. A slow drift would be a better idea.


Elsewhere, someone else was breaking, or was in an attempt, picking up the pieces as a result of the devastation he acknowledged to have been his doing. Lonesome rage. Disappointment. A mask on the table of a stranger. He planned to say goodbye for good soon, looking at the screen where on the news Riki was seen riding shotgun to Iason Mink on an Airbike, smiling, resting a head on the Blondie's shoulder as their Tanaguran entourage surrounded them in a fleet.

This was taken late last night, the press and populace crazily romanticising the scoop, of how both Neu-Jupiter and his Exclusive had been seen racing in the streets of Midas on board these nostalgic machines. Rides once the staple of Bison and their memories together. No more.

Maybe it was some form of publicity. A brandishing perhaps of just how carefree the lives of the powerful had become. But to his unchanging eyes this was the picture of his biggest loss, the painting of his greatest heartache...

"He has your heart, your soul...everything that used to be you and I -we used to despise this!" That used to be him! His heart and mind were both screaming.

"Riki…that rift between...you have crossed over that and you now stand beyond it. And I am here, only allowed to watch." The fact was clear and true. "Where you are I can't follow."