Title: Golden blood
Subtitle: Plans within plans
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Rei
BBA Headquarters, London, 2008
A young man jinked into a spacious outer office: one hip at a time. He moved like he was dancing to music only he could hear. A stern looking grandmotherly woman motioned him over to a padded navy blue chair.
"Mr. Jazzman, Mr. Dickenson's talking to the US branch at the moment, but you can go in as soon as he's done." She told him, as the bandana wearing youth dropped into the indicated chair and flashed her his patented thousand-watt smile; saluting her with the file he was carrying.
"Thanks, Luvena! Have I told you lately how ravishing you look?" The joker teased. Luvena Russell-Strong eyed the young man, and said calmly. "D.J., if I were fifty years younger, I'd jump over this desk; throw you across it, rip your clothes off and have my wicked way with you."
The file fell from D.J. Jazzman's hand, as his mouth dropped open, the older woman nodded once, a brief smile appearing, then she turned back to her computer, dismissing the young man.
"Well, I'll be damn." Jazzman murmured, as he bent over to retrieve his paperwork. "She got the better of me."
Stanley Dickenson stood looking out the bay window of his office, and watched as the rain fell making tiny rivers on the glass. He didn't turn as the door opened and his chief lieutenant strolled in.
"So, he has resurfaced, has he?
Jazzman dropped the file, he had been carrying on the desk surface, perched himself on the desk edge and nodded. "Everything is in the file, but according to our Russian sources, he's been seen in several shops where the owner's aren't too fussy about who they do business with."
Dickenson nodded, "No doubt, he's trying to gather what he needs to blend in with this century."
"Want to have him picked up?"
"No. Contact Boris instead. Tell him to send that silver tongue devil of his to persuade Kai that he needs to join the Abbey. Have him stress how beneficial it would be for the young rogue to join their organization. Maybe even arrange for a public demonstration of what the Demolition Boys are capable of."
Stanley turned from the window, and walked over and eased his bulk in a chrome and leather swivel chair. "Plus have Tala dropped a few hints that Voltaire is involved with the Abbey. That will get Kai's attention for sure."
Jazzman shook his head. "Wouldn't that be dangerous? If Kai is at the Abbey, there is no way that he'll escape his grandfather's attention. What if Voltaire decides to destroy him?"
Steepling his fingers, Dickenson mused, "There is that possibility, but I'm counting on Voltaire's self-absorption to aid there. If he can be made to see how much of an advantage it would be to him to have Kai trained, he'll order Boris to do it. But before we let Kai and his grandfather meet, I intend to send you to talk to him. Kai is not stupid, just undisciplined. You'll point out the advantages of working with us; he'll see them. Then we can work on fooling Voltaire into believing he's willing to be trained as a weapon for him."
"Voltaire isn't that stupid."
"Of course not, but if Kai falls in with our plans, he'll become one of the most powerful bladers out there and his grandfather will want to use him to further his plans of world domination."
"Why should Kai help us?"
"Revenge."
The portly gentleman rolled his chair over to an oak filing cabinet and opened a drawer; he pulled out a file and a small package, and brought it to the desk. Lying the file down, he opened it and removed a photo, and then he opened the package and removed a small oval object. D. J got up from his perch and circled the desk to look over his boss's shoulder.
The photo held the image of a Chinese boy with golden eyes and long black hair and he was smiling at something the viewer couldn't see. The object turned out to be miniature painting and was also of a golden eyed boy with black hair; a shy smile curving his lips.
"Do you see the resemblance."
Jazzman looked back and forth, and let out a low whistle of surprise. "Twins?"
Dickenson chuckled, "Not quite. This," He tapped the painting, "is Vlas. He was Kai's lover nearly two hundred years ago. Kai had a miniature of him done, fortunately for us, he went to an artist, who worked for the Russian Secret Police, and he made a duplicate of the miniature. We acquired it several years ago. The other photo is of Rei Kon, captain of the White Tigers. I believe him to be the reincarnation of this other young man, and I'll use that information to insure that Kai helps us."
Jazzman stared at his boss, "How do you intend to do that?"
A low chuckle emanated from the older man. "When you meet with Kai, I want you to tell him that once he completes his training, I'll form a new team and I'll see to it that Rei is a member, and he will be the captain. He'll have plenty of time to see if he can make a connection with the spirit of his lost love."
D. J. straightened and went back around the desk to his original perch. "So, we get Boris to send Tala to 'persuade' Kai to join Balkov Abbey; where he'll train as a member of the Demolition Boys. Fool that demon grandfather of his into believing that Kai is willing to be used as a tool, while waiting for a chance at revenge and try to reunited a pair of lovers, who have been parted for nearly two centuries."
"Exactly."
Jazzman stood up and headed for the door. "Then I better get going, its' not often I'm asked to perform miracles. I prefer to leave that sort of thing to the Powers that Be."
The white haired old man waited for the younger one to shut the door, before bursting into laughter, his fangs flashing in the light. "Ah, Jazzman, I'm going to have to have someone cross you over, I think I'd like to have your sense of humor around for a long time."
Still chuckling, he gathered together the items on his desk and put them away.
Germany, 2008
"Word has just reached me. Kai Hiwatari has been seen in Moscow."
"Hmm, Johnny will not be pleased to hear that. How reliable is the information?"
"It came from Danek."
"Very reliable, then. So, what do we do?"
"Nothing, there is no execution order out for him."
"Robert, can you keep Johnny from embarking on a blood feud?"
The tall German vampire sighed, and stretched out his long legs in front of him. "I'll try, Oliver, but that damn Scottish code of his is going to make it difficult."
Robert and Oliver were sitting in Robert's study in his family's oldest castle. The pair of vampires sat in heavy wooden chairs padded with crimson cushions placed in front of an ornate fireplace. A fire burned in the fireplace, but they didn't feel the warmth.
Around them were the trappings of six hundred years of influence and rule, and Robert ruled it all with a stern but benevolent hand.
"Not to mention, his temper." A third voice entered the conversation. Robert looked over at the door of his study and waved the newcomer in. "That's true enough, Enrique."
Enrique crossed the floor to join the two aristocrats in front of the fireplace. When he reached them he bent down and kissed Oliver gently on the lips: before going over and draping himself on a midnight blue divan. "Sorry, I'm late, but the job in Spain took a little longer than I expected."
Robert smirked, "Gave you trouble, did she? The great Latin lover finally met his match?'
Enrique grimaced, "YOU try seducing a lesbian with absolutely NO interest in males and see how much fun it is! I finally had to seduce her partner, who was much more amenable and let the bitch catch us."
"But, she is dead." Oliver said quietly, turning to look at his lover.
The blonde snorted. "Of course, she's dead! I've never failed to finish an assignment!"
"Calm down, Enrique! Oliver is only teasing you, he knows you never fail." Robert soothed. Enrique gave his lover a nasty look, and Oliver smirked at him. Robert sighed, "I don't know why I put up with you two."
Enrique arched an eyebrow. "You love us?"
"Good god, I hope not! We'll never be rid of you." A Scottish accented voice declared from the doorway. Johnny McGregor stormed into the room and slammed the door.
"Robert! I demand to know why you didn't tell me that Hiwatari bastard was walking the face of the earth again!" He marched over to his mate and placed both hands on his hips and glared.
Robert sighed.
"Robert, I will never understand why you took this troublemaker for a mate." The Frenchman commented, as he flashed his fangs at the scowling Scot.
"Because he had the golden blood." The haughty German replied and reaching out grab his mate by the arm and yanked him into his lap.
"Shut up, Oliver, or I'll show you real trouble." Johnny hissed.
"I would advise you not too, Johnny." Enrique commented, "the last time you tried to show him something, you wound up rejuvenating in your coffin for three days. And Robert was simply unbearable to deal with."
"Fuck you, Enrique!" Johnny gave the Italian the finger, and Robert grabbed his hand and forced it down. "We do not act like that." He said firmly.
The blonde rose and came to stand behind Oliver, who was grinding his teeth, placing a hand on his shoulder preventing the green-haired vampire from rising. "I don't think so, Firebrand, you're not my type."
"Thank god! If I was, I'd have to be a prancing, lisping Nancy-boy!" Oliver snarled at the insult, his eyes flashing death, the only thing stopping him was his lover's hand, which tightened on his shoulder, grounding him.
"Robert." Enrique hissed.
Robert rose with Johnny still in his arms and carried his mate over to a second midnight divan and dropped him. Johnny scrambled up only to be pushed back by his angry lover. "Stay there and keep quiet, or I'll chain YOU in a coffin!" The irate German stared down his nose at the angry Scot. "When you decide to act like an adult and apologize for those unwarranted remarks, you may get up, but not until then."
"When Hell freezes over!"
"If necessary, we can wait." Robert turned his back on his snarling mate and returned to the others, both of who had the good sense to not say anything.
"As I was saying, before we were interrupted, Oliver. There is no order of execution for Kai Hiwatari, despite what a certain family wants, so we'll just have to leave him alone, until told otherwise."
Glaring at the three from his seat on the divan, Johnny began to plan. A distant cousin with the same name had died at the Hiwatari Estate, and word had it that Kai was the cause of his death. Family honor demanded that the murderer be brought to justice. If he couldn't do it as a Destroyer, he'd do it as himself; Jonathan McGregor of Clan McGregor, and be damned to what anyone else thought!
Things are starting to get interesting, bet you didn't see that coming.
Subtitle: Plans within plans
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kai/Rei
BBA Headquarters, London, 2008
A young man jinked into a spacious outer office: one hip at a time. He moved like he was dancing to music only he could hear. A stern looking grandmotherly woman motioned him over to a padded navy blue chair.
"Mr. Jazzman, Mr. Dickenson's talking to the US branch at the moment, but you can go in as soon as he's done." She told him, as the bandana wearing youth dropped into the indicated chair and flashed her his patented thousand-watt smile; saluting her with the file he was carrying.
"Thanks, Luvena! Have I told you lately how ravishing you look?" The joker teased. Luvena Russell-Strong eyed the young man, and said calmly. "D.J., if I were fifty years younger, I'd jump over this desk; throw you across it, rip your clothes off and have my wicked way with you."
The file fell from D.J. Jazzman's hand, as his mouth dropped open, the older woman nodded once, a brief smile appearing, then she turned back to her computer, dismissing the young man.
"Well, I'll be damn." Jazzman murmured, as he bent over to retrieve his paperwork. "She got the better of me."
Stanley Dickenson stood looking out the bay window of his office, and watched as the rain fell making tiny rivers on the glass. He didn't turn as the door opened and his chief lieutenant strolled in.
"So, he has resurfaced, has he?
Jazzman dropped the file, he had been carrying on the desk surface, perched himself on the desk edge and nodded. "Everything is in the file, but according to our Russian sources, he's been seen in several shops where the owner's aren't too fussy about who they do business with."
Dickenson nodded, "No doubt, he's trying to gather what he needs to blend in with this century."
"Want to have him picked up?"
"No. Contact Boris instead. Tell him to send that silver tongue devil of his to persuade Kai that he needs to join the Abbey. Have him stress how beneficial it would be for the young rogue to join their organization. Maybe even arrange for a public demonstration of what the Demolition Boys are capable of."
Stanley turned from the window, and walked over and eased his bulk in a chrome and leather swivel chair. "Plus have Tala dropped a few hints that Voltaire is involved with the Abbey. That will get Kai's attention for sure."
Jazzman shook his head. "Wouldn't that be dangerous? If Kai is at the Abbey, there is no way that he'll escape his grandfather's attention. What if Voltaire decides to destroy him?"
Steepling his fingers, Dickenson mused, "There is that possibility, but I'm counting on Voltaire's self-absorption to aid there. If he can be made to see how much of an advantage it would be to him to have Kai trained, he'll order Boris to do it. But before we let Kai and his grandfather meet, I intend to send you to talk to him. Kai is not stupid, just undisciplined. You'll point out the advantages of working with us; he'll see them. Then we can work on fooling Voltaire into believing he's willing to be trained as a weapon for him."
"Voltaire isn't that stupid."
"Of course not, but if Kai falls in with our plans, he'll become one of the most powerful bladers out there and his grandfather will want to use him to further his plans of world domination."
"Why should Kai help us?"
"Revenge."
The portly gentleman rolled his chair over to an oak filing cabinet and opened a drawer; he pulled out a file and a small package, and brought it to the desk. Lying the file down, he opened it and removed a photo, and then he opened the package and removed a small oval object. D. J got up from his perch and circled the desk to look over his boss's shoulder.
The photo held the image of a Chinese boy with golden eyes and long black hair and he was smiling at something the viewer couldn't see. The object turned out to be miniature painting and was also of a golden eyed boy with black hair; a shy smile curving his lips.
"Do you see the resemblance."
Jazzman looked back and forth, and let out a low whistle of surprise. "Twins?"
Dickenson chuckled, "Not quite. This," He tapped the painting, "is Vlas. He was Kai's lover nearly two hundred years ago. Kai had a miniature of him done, fortunately for us, he went to an artist, who worked for the Russian Secret Police, and he made a duplicate of the miniature. We acquired it several years ago. The other photo is of Rei Kon, captain of the White Tigers. I believe him to be the reincarnation of this other young man, and I'll use that information to insure that Kai helps us."
Jazzman stared at his boss, "How do you intend to do that?"
A low chuckle emanated from the older man. "When you meet with Kai, I want you to tell him that once he completes his training, I'll form a new team and I'll see to it that Rei is a member, and he will be the captain. He'll have plenty of time to see if he can make a connection with the spirit of his lost love."
D. J. straightened and went back around the desk to his original perch. "So, we get Boris to send Tala to 'persuade' Kai to join Balkov Abbey; where he'll train as a member of the Demolition Boys. Fool that demon grandfather of his into believing that Kai is willing to be used as a tool, while waiting for a chance at revenge and try to reunited a pair of lovers, who have been parted for nearly two centuries."
"Exactly."
Jazzman stood up and headed for the door. "Then I better get going, its' not often I'm asked to perform miracles. I prefer to leave that sort of thing to the Powers that Be."
The white haired old man waited for the younger one to shut the door, before bursting into laughter, his fangs flashing in the light. "Ah, Jazzman, I'm going to have to have someone cross you over, I think I'd like to have your sense of humor around for a long time."
Still chuckling, he gathered together the items on his desk and put them away.
Germany, 2008
"Word has just reached me. Kai Hiwatari has been seen in Moscow."
"Hmm, Johnny will not be pleased to hear that. How reliable is the information?"
"It came from Danek."
"Very reliable, then. So, what do we do?"
"Nothing, there is no execution order out for him."
"Robert, can you keep Johnny from embarking on a blood feud?"
The tall German vampire sighed, and stretched out his long legs in front of him. "I'll try, Oliver, but that damn Scottish code of his is going to make it difficult."
Robert and Oliver were sitting in Robert's study in his family's oldest castle. The pair of vampires sat in heavy wooden chairs padded with crimson cushions placed in front of an ornate fireplace. A fire burned in the fireplace, but they didn't feel the warmth.
Around them were the trappings of six hundred years of influence and rule, and Robert ruled it all with a stern but benevolent hand.
"Not to mention, his temper." A third voice entered the conversation. Robert looked over at the door of his study and waved the newcomer in. "That's true enough, Enrique."
Enrique crossed the floor to join the two aristocrats in front of the fireplace. When he reached them he bent down and kissed Oliver gently on the lips: before going over and draping himself on a midnight blue divan. "Sorry, I'm late, but the job in Spain took a little longer than I expected."
Robert smirked, "Gave you trouble, did she? The great Latin lover finally met his match?'
Enrique grimaced, "YOU try seducing a lesbian with absolutely NO interest in males and see how much fun it is! I finally had to seduce her partner, who was much more amenable and let the bitch catch us."
"But, she is dead." Oliver said quietly, turning to look at his lover.
The blonde snorted. "Of course, she's dead! I've never failed to finish an assignment!"
"Calm down, Enrique! Oliver is only teasing you, he knows you never fail." Robert soothed. Enrique gave his lover a nasty look, and Oliver smirked at him. Robert sighed, "I don't know why I put up with you two."
Enrique arched an eyebrow. "You love us?"
"Good god, I hope not! We'll never be rid of you." A Scottish accented voice declared from the doorway. Johnny McGregor stormed into the room and slammed the door.
"Robert! I demand to know why you didn't tell me that Hiwatari bastard was walking the face of the earth again!" He marched over to his mate and placed both hands on his hips and glared.
Robert sighed.
"Robert, I will never understand why you took this troublemaker for a mate." The Frenchman commented, as he flashed his fangs at the scowling Scot.
"Because he had the golden blood." The haughty German replied and reaching out grab his mate by the arm and yanked him into his lap.
"Shut up, Oliver, or I'll show you real trouble." Johnny hissed.
"I would advise you not too, Johnny." Enrique commented, "the last time you tried to show him something, you wound up rejuvenating in your coffin for three days. And Robert was simply unbearable to deal with."
"Fuck you, Enrique!" Johnny gave the Italian the finger, and Robert grabbed his hand and forced it down. "We do not act like that." He said firmly.
The blonde rose and came to stand behind Oliver, who was grinding his teeth, placing a hand on his shoulder preventing the green-haired vampire from rising. "I don't think so, Firebrand, you're not my type."
"Thank god! If I was, I'd have to be a prancing, lisping Nancy-boy!" Oliver snarled at the insult, his eyes flashing death, the only thing stopping him was his lover's hand, which tightened on his shoulder, grounding him.
"Robert." Enrique hissed.
Robert rose with Johnny still in his arms and carried his mate over to a second midnight divan and dropped him. Johnny scrambled up only to be pushed back by his angry lover. "Stay there and keep quiet, or I'll chain YOU in a coffin!" The irate German stared down his nose at the angry Scot. "When you decide to act like an adult and apologize for those unwarranted remarks, you may get up, but not until then."
"When Hell freezes over!"
"If necessary, we can wait." Robert turned his back on his snarling mate and returned to the others, both of who had the good sense to not say anything.
"As I was saying, before we were interrupted, Oliver. There is no order of execution for Kai Hiwatari, despite what a certain family wants, so we'll just have to leave him alone, until told otherwise."
Glaring at the three from his seat on the divan, Johnny began to plan. A distant cousin with the same name had died at the Hiwatari Estate, and word had it that Kai was the cause of his death. Family honor demanded that the murderer be brought to justice. If he couldn't do it as a Destroyer, he'd do it as himself; Jonathan McGregor of Clan McGregor, and be damned to what anyone else thought!
Things are starting to get interesting, bet you didn't see that coming.