Russian Blue
Author's notes: Listening to oldies. Oldies but goodies. Chapter 31 here. Datz right, first part of the ending. Most questions answered here... He he he! Bought some of those chinese bracelets, with little chinese men hanging from the strings. They're so cute!!! .
Disclaimer: Fake! Belongs to Sanami Matoh and her people. The song is called "Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas" (Sex, Shame and Tears) by Aleks Sintek. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
"Womberah-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-baram...
Womberah-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-baram...
A veces no pienso... me vuelto tan frío y no estoy
a veces me ausento de mis sentimientos
y luego sonrío,
recuerdo y me aferro a vivir
y a veces quisiera matar por tu amor
tan solo por un momento...
¡Y es que todavía no encuentro
lo que en mi seria normal!
Para darte mucho más
y entregarme por completo...
Sexo, pudor o lágrimas... me da igual..."
[Sometimes I don't think... I turn so cold and I'm not here Sometimes I go away from my feelings And then I smile, I remember and I hang on to life And sometimes I would want to kill for your love Just for a moment...
The thing is that I haven't found What would be normal in me! To give you much more And give myself completely Sex, shame or tears... It's the same to me...]
The city looked as amazing from that hight as it did from the street below, were the wind probably didn't blow as hard or as cold as it did ten stories up. Micka looked down – it always amazed him how much people looked like ants from that point of view. He smiled vaguely as he threw the cigarette from there and half hoped it would land in some unsuspected old man walking by, just complaining about life and then a burning cigarette would just land on top of his wig and it go up in flames and people started to run all over and—well, you get the idea...
But Micka wasn't there because of this. He was there because he knew he had to be there. He gave a smirk as soon as he layed his eyes on the shaggy figure sitting on the edge of the building, looking down on people, leaning against an air vent that curved just over, "So, how long have you been using?" he asked in Russian.
"What do you mean?" the other one asked with a low and soft voice.
"Don't bullshit the father of bullshit, my friend! I can smell the dust a mile away. How long has it been?"
"Five... six months... not really sure..."
"I thought you quit..."
"Yeah, who really does?"
"People do"
"People lie all the time, you're a lawyer, and you should know that"
"True," Micka sat next to him, on the "safe" side, "Yet I never knew you where that kind of liar, Gaiev."
"I'm not."
"Then what are you?"
"How's Ryo?" he asked, sighing slightly, slidding his hand over his face in an effort to keep in touch with whatever was going on.
"On the health bis, he's good. Doctors say that his right hand is going to be out of service for a while, they had to reconstruct it... a couple of broken ribs... a lot of bruices... but I'm thinking he must be awake by now..."
"Good," Gaiev smiled, looking to the horizon, taking a drag out of his half- smoked cigarette, "That's good to hear – that he's alive, I mean..."
"What did the cops say?"
"Questions, same ones they made me at home. Finally Berkeley decided that it was pointless because it seems my sotry kept going on and on, the same deal over, and over... so they finally let me go..."
"And you went to the hospital..."
"You saw what happened..."
"Yeah, I did..." Micka thought back. They had been still waiting on news about Ryo when Gaiev arrived. No one had time to stop Bikky from going at him like a Rottweiler protecting its home, and not even Gaiev expected that punch straight to the jaw that made him take a spin and right down to the floor. Almost everybody ran to stop Bikky from going at him again, Micka helping Gaiev to his feet.
"You stay away from him!!" Bikky screamed furious, "It's your damned fault Ryo's hurt!! Yours!! Stay away from Ryo, you fag!!!"
"Bikky, stop it!" Carol intervened, but her voice seemed worthless to Bikky's rage.
"He was better off not knowing you! He was better off not being around you!!"
"Bikky..." Gaiev wanted to say something, but Bikky cut him off, "He's only with you because you look so much like Dee, but you're nothing like him, you fag!!! Stay the fuck away from him!!!"
It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of liquid nitrogen over his head. Gaiev shoved Micka out of his side and ran out, not listening to Micka's pleads of stopping not even listening to what Carol said afterwards. He just ran. He ran outside, he ran as fast as he could go, to nowhere in particular. Hours later he found himself at the entrance of The Raven, panting and sweating, even if it was cold as heck outside. With a second's hessitation, he walked in.
"So, how much did it cost?" Micka asked in a very casual sort of way. Gaiev shrugged his shoulders.
"Ten... It wasn't the good stuff, just, you know, to get by..."
"So it has come to this? Com'on Gaiev! I thought that at least you would be a decent enough druggie, not some loser who is happy with just snorting out baby powder! Sheesh!"
"Sorry, Mother..." there was a tint of sarchcasm in Gaiev's voice.
They where just sitting in complete silence, making each other strange and unusual company. Micka took out another cigarette and lighten it up, savoring the sweet taste of that first drag, looking at the burning edge for a while, "Your life is like this cigarette," he said thoughtfully, "It's burning way out of control for a while... and yet you seem to be adicted to this pain... You might think that they've won, but they haven't if you're still here."
Gaiev smiled, ironic and selfish, he thought, that was life lately. He looked at the night covering the city below and felt backward. This whole ordeal felt strange to him. He looked back at Micka, "Do you think Bikky was right? About Ryo being around me because I look like his ex-lover, I mean?"
"Do you?"
Gaiev smirked ironically, "I'm, like, the exact replica...I think that the only thing that tells us apart is the fact that we come from different genetic pools..."
"Well... would you be? I mean, if you where Ryo?"
Silence. Gaiev turned to the city again and Micka felt a void inside his gut. This was not good. "What are you planning to do?" Micka's insides felt the worse twisting they've felt in years. Gaiev took a drag out of the cigarette he took out of Micka's mouth and leaned back, his face to the sky, "Gaiev?"
"The right thing, Micka..." he said with a silent tone in his voice, a tone Micka didn't like one bit. He sighed, suddenly wishing he was a psychic or something like that so he could read Gaiev's mind. He looked over at his friend, who was lost inside the temples of the night, his eyes lost in unseen territory.
"Am I going to be sorry later?" he asked softly. He didn't really wanted to say these words, he just felt like saying them and he didn't know why. Gaiev gave a smirk as a reply.
"Depends," he said looking down at what was left of the cigarette, "If your view on things is as I once knew it, then no – you won't be sorry. I do have something to ask you, though..."
"Anything"
"I want you to take care of some business for me, okay? I want you – to take care of some things later, okay?" Gaiev's lips gave him a smile. Micka sighed and nodded. He would do anything for this man; anything at all.
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"Womberah-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-baram
womberah-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-direm-dah
womberam-baram..."
Ryo was kind of happy he was getting out of the hospital that day. Kind of: he wanted to get out so he could look for Gaiev; the sheer knowledge of his absence was driving him mad and desperate. He was usually very calm, very nice, very positive, but lately he'd been every nurse's worst nightmare. A hell-patient, if you wish to put words to whatever he was feeling. The ride home was a long one and as soon as he saw the door open he just wanted to knock the hell everyone away and run inside to take a bath and go out to look for Gaiev, his insides burning with the sheer thought of Gaiev being in some sort of danger. Yet the inside showed a completely different story: the table was set, balloons all over the place and a big-ass banner that read "WELCOME BACK!!" in big wide red letters.
Oh, and, Gaiev was there.
"Welcome back, love!" he hugged him tightly. Not only was Ryo shocked, but Carol, Bikky and Drake were too, all of them blinking at this sight. Drake was there, looking calm. Gaiev kissed Ryo slightly on the lips, "Missed you lots!" he said.
"What-who? What's going on here? Gaiev...!" Ryo sounded upset, parting from Gaiev's grasp a couple of steps, "What the hell?! Where in hell were you??!!"
"With Micka," Gaiev's natural response was, "I'm sorry I didn't go t' the 'ospital, bu' some of your family members," he gave Bikky a dirty look, "didn't think it was appropriate for me to be there. I wanted t' respect their wishes as best as I could, bu' it's been 'ell for me, my love... I made pasta!"
Pasta? He was going to fix everything with pasta?! Ryo's brain was spinning. So much scattered information, all over the place. He looked at Bikky with wondering eyes. Was Gaiev telling the truth? By the way Bikky's eyes tried to hide from Ryo's gaze, he figured that at least part of it was true. No time to ponder about it. Next thing Ryo knew was that he was sitting along with their guests on the dinner table, eating and drinking, talking about the hospital, about how Ryo was feeling and Ryo was simply answering to whatever the extent of his best manners would allow him to. It was just too much. He wanted to tell everyone to leave him and Gaiev alone for a while. He wanted to blame Gaiev for being so miserable for the last days – weeks, he wanted to tell him off, to scream at him, to make him miserable for all the hours he'd been miserable without knowing a single thing about his whereabouts. No. That wasn't it. He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to touch him, to cry on his shoulders, to make him feel like the most important thing in his life; he wanted God to know how thankful he was that Gaiev was alright. He wanted to make love to him, slowly, tenderly. He wanted Gaiev to make love to him.
"Me quieres ver grande,
a pesar de lo débil que soy
y si toco hasta el fondo
me sacas de nuevo...
Por eso me quedo,
me aferro y te quiero a morir,
por eso aquí adentro tú estas todo el tiempo...
Viviendo del sufrimiento...
¡Y es que todavía no encuentro
lo que en mi seria normal!
Para darte mucho más
y entregarme por completo...
Sexo, pudor o lágrimas... me da igual..."
[You want to see me grand even though I am so weak and if I touch rock bottom you pull me out again... that's why I stay, I hang on and I love you to death, That's why inside me You're there all the time... Living out of pain...
The thing is that I haven't found What would be normal in me! To give you much more And give myself completely Sex, shame or tears... It's the same to me...]
Drake had already left by the time Bikky started to clean the table and the rest of the group gathered around the living room. Ryo's arm was carefully bandaged and his face was still recovering from the beating. In other words, he kind of looked like crap, yet nobody made any comments about this. He was carefully placed on the sofa by Gaiev, pillows on his back to make him the more comfortable possible.
"I guess I should go," he heard Gaiev say all of a sudden. Go? Go where? His eyes where speaking volumes where his voice was too clogged-up to do so. Gaiev smiled sweetly, "Don't worry love. I'm just going to pick up some stuff over at Micka's. I'll be back in an 'our or so. 'e's leaving tomorrow mornin', so I pretty much have t' do this..." he then kissed Ryo fully on the lips.
"I'll be waiting for you," he heard Ryo's voice say. He nodded before leaving them to be. As soon as the door was locked behind him, Ryo gave a threatening look over to Bikky, "What exactly happened between you two?"
"Com'on Ryo!" Bikky snapped back, "The guy is nothing more than bad news the moment you met him!! He's gonna get you killed!!"
"That is not your decision to make!" Ryo growled as he was starting to get up with some help from Carol; help he immediately refused.
"I'm not going to let him hurt you again!" Bikky's eyes caught fire.
"I think I'm old enough to stop having a sitter, Bikky," Ryo shouted as he walked over to the bedroom, "He's my lover, he means the world to me!!"
"He's bad news!! He's going to get you – or Carol – killed!!" Bikky shouted louder as Ryo began walking.
"He's not – Bikky, Dee's not going to get anyone killed!" Ryo shouted out as he turned before he reached the entrance. He realized what he'd said even before he said it. Isn't strange, that when you least want to accept something it somehow crawls out of you in the most painful moments? Bikky's eyes showed Ryo the shock he had towards himself, but it was Carol's voice that made him react.
"Dee? Ryo, are --- are you telling me that you're with Gaiev... because he looks like... Dee?" her voice had a slight tremble.
No. That wasn't it. He loved Gaiev... he loved him because he was Gaiev, not because of his resemblance with Dee. Time had erased Dee from his heart and placed Gaiev in his place, to love and to – to love!
Then why was it so hard to say that now?
"Ryo," Carol spoke again, "Answer me..."
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"Womberah-direm-dah womberam-direm-dah womberam-direm-dah womberam-baram..."
Micka looked over at his friend with a worried grin on his face as Gaiev finished packing some stuff and placed it gently inside the old trunk, locking it afterwards. "There!" he sighed with a satisfied grin, "It's all taken care of now. Are you sure Alexeyena is not part of this?" he turned to face Micka, who shook his head softly.
"Not a word. She's over in Canada working out some of the company's transactions, she won't be around to see the – (ahem!) fireworks"
"Excellent! And how about the other thing I wanted you to do?"
"It's all been taken care of. Dorian Reeve will be out by tomorrow at noon..."
"Excellent... now, Micka... return to the homeland... I'll call you when things get better..."
"I don't see how they will get better, Gaiev," Micka sounded worried. Gaiev smiled at him.
"Trust me. They will..."
Desperately, Micka wanted to believe him.
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"Womberah-direm-dah womberam-direm-dah womberam-direm-dah womberam-baram..."
Next morning came and went. No sign of Gaiev. Ryo got hysterical. He immediately called the precinct and begged Drake to look in to it yet the feeling was sinking deeper and deeper. By noon, that feeling got even worse when Drake called him up to tell him all about Dorian's sudden release.
"It came up like a magic trick," Drake said, "He got his wonderful new lawyer from out of town and just like that, he was out the door by noon today... Berkeley was shouting all over the place, as if we had something to do with it..."
"Do you think he's behind Gaiev's sudden disappearance?" Ryo asked, afraid of the answer.
"Could be, I mean, Gaiev was practically responsible for Dorian being in jail, you know? You want me to dig in to that?"
"I'll come over..."
"Ryo, please; if Berkeley sees you here, he'll have your ass and not in a good way!!"
"I have to find him, Drake... He left last night, and he hasn't come back since... I have to find him..." his voice started to trail off as thoughts of a dead Dee filled his mind, and started to wonder what if Gaiev was headed towards the same destiny. He felt a void inside that suffocated him like nothing else before it – or after it – and decided that he would find Gaiev, even if Berkeley had his ass... in any way possible...
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Dorian climbed down of the taxi cab and smiled at the entrance of the Grand Palace Hotel. The cab driver had been instructed to take him there, no questions asked. Dorian was still wondering about his sudden release, about the presence of that nice-looking lawyer who'd made it all possible.
"A very important client wanted me to help you out, sir," the lawyer had spoken in perfect Russian. Dorian smiled. So, the family never forgets, hum? He just never thought the actions would take such short notice. He was thankful to whoever it was who was giving him such nice accommodations as his belongings had been taken over by the state. He was all smiles when the doors slid open at the penthouse suite, the sounds of waterfalls crawling over the walls. He could see the helicopter landing site across the room, beyond the glass sliding doors. It was nice. He even made a little dance to celebrate his sudden good luck, and to top it off he decided to take a risk and call for room service.
"Yes? This is the penthouse suite. Yes, I would like to order some of your best wine..."
"Why not make it champagne?" a very familiar voice came over from the bedroom entrance. Dorian looked up, in shock as Gaiev walked slowly over to him, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands and wearing nothing more than a tank top and boxers, "I took the liberty to ask for the service ahead, I hope you don't mind..."
Dorian smiled. He hung up the phone and stood up, taken aback by what his eyes where witnessing. Gaiev could sum up the presence of Dorian in one word: attitude, "Or don't you like champagne, darling?" he asked, pouring some of it in to the glass, offering it to Dorian shortly after. Dorian raised an eyebrow as he took the glass from Gaiev's hands and watched as Gaiev gave the bottle a big drink before pouring some of the champagne in to his own glass, "What?" the black-haired man asked.
"What's going on here? I thought you where dead..." Dorian said in a dangerous voice, smiling viciously as he walked slowly towards Gaiev, who didn't make an effort to move away, on the contrary: he looked directly in to Dorian's eyes and smiled. It seemed as if he was laced with poison, perhaps like some kind of snake, sly and clever, and if you let it it'll bite.
"Dead? Not likely. An' nothing's going on 'ere – not yet anyway...I jus' wanted to spend some time with my former master, is tha' bad?" he said, almost innocently, stepping closer to Dorian until he was practically inches away from him, "I see my lawyer is a damn good one..."
"It was you, was it?" Dorian seemed surprised by it, "You send that lawyer over... set me free... why?" and before Gaiev could speak, Dorian had already thrown the glass away and was now taken Gaiev painfully by the wrists, pulling him even closer to his body making Gaiev moan softly as the action took place, "Why should I forget you where the rat who send me there in the first place?"
"I don't see 'ow you could," Gaiev's voice was a tad out of breath, looking down at Dorian's lips, "Then again I got you out, didn't I? I made sure th' family knew who Ryo was so 'e was sent t' th' 'ospital, didn't I? An' now I want you... I want you t' fuck me... make me feel the same... make it all better... I want it... please?"
Dorian smiled. He kissed Gaiev so roughly his lips barely had time to adjust to the opposite tenderness they where used to with Ryo. Dorian's grasp was still tight as he pushed Gaiev over to the sofa, biting and pulling on those tender lips as Gaiev moaned softly at the feel of pain circulating his body. They fell on top of the sofa and then to the floor, where Dorian asked, "Do you have any?" Gaiev shook his head, breathing heavily, "Good... good sukka..."
"Yes... I am a good sukka..." Gaiev said and received a hard slap across the face.
"I thought I told you never to speak, sukka..." Dorian said before returning to his kissing, pinning Gaiev's hands over his head and getting nothing but positive responses from Gaiev's body.
"Sexo pudor y lagrimas me da igual..."
[Sex, shame and tears... it's all the same to me...]
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