Warning: This chapter may have a few things that some may find offensive.
Author: Danielle Christian
Chapters:3?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ai no Kusabi nor am I making any profits in making this fan fiction. This is all just for mine, and my reader's amusement.
I do own my OCs, so if you want to use any of them, please ask first.
If I did not know Germain, I would have been screwed. I did, however, find the character information that I needed.
Capitulation of Fate
Eradication of Ascendance
Riki groaned, slowly coming to. He had no idea where he was, but he knew it could not have been someplace good. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, the mongrel began to look around. He was in a bathroom of some kind. The floor was made of tiles save for a small part that was covered with carpet. The blue tiles were all very much the same, and they coveted a large bathtub as well.
Riki did a double take when he saw the bath tub. It was made of the same tiles that covered the floors, as though it was chiseled from the same material. He let a tanned hand run along the smooth circular exterior. As a mongrel, Riki was never able to enjoy such things as a bath.
A blue towel was laid out across the floor, and one hung on top of a bar that protruded from the wall inside the tub.
The Blondie who took him must have been loaded.
Without further thought, Riki started the tub, letting the hot water fill the expanse. A vial of bath oil was laid out next to the tub, and Riki took in the smell with gratitude. He and Guy hardly ever had the resources to bathe, getting food with what they could, or going to the authorized food dispensers when they were available. Most of their time had been spent getting something to eat.
At the chance of a real bath, Riki could hardly refuse. He poured some of the oil into the tub, his mind swirling with the sent of lavender and lilacs. Flowers were things rarely seen in Midias, let alone Ceres.
When the tub was full, Riki started to place his feet into the warm depths, eliciting a sigh of gratification. The heat swarmed to his muscles, relieving them. It wasn't until he had been in the tub for a while did he realize he had been naked. Where had he clothes been? He would have dwelled on the thought more, but his mind was too relaxed with the warmth.
Riki was like a puppy with a bone. As the water started to get cool, and Riki started to prune, he figured it would be the best time to wash his hair and get out. Spotting a vial of shampoo, he quickly lathered it into his hair. If he had been a cat, Riki would have been purring.
Once he got the soap from his hair he stood, the curls around his member dripping with water as he did. His body had been far enough under that the curls had not popped up through the water. Quickly taking a towel, Riki wrapped it around his waist, wanting to hide himself in case the Blondie was watching him.
After he was dry, he sat on the floor, looking for a door of some kind, but there was none.
As time started to go by, Riki slowly started to fall asleep. Without even thinking, he crawled over to the plush carpet. Sprawling out, the mongrel proceeded to sleep, unaware that Iason's furniture had walked in to get rid of the towels and bring the 'pet' some food.
The docile boy looked incredulously at the mongrel, flashing a look of disgust. Darryl had no idea why his master had insisted to keep a mongrel as a pet.
It was not the boy's place to question his master. Master Iason had gotten him off the streets. Darryl chose to serve the Blondie. He chose to become the eunich he was. Lord Iason took care of him though, and that was what he needed.
"Disgusting Mongrel." He mumbled under his breath, placing the tray down and collecting the towels. No matter how good looking a mongrel was, it was preposterous that his lord would pick one over the many class-A pets he could have had.
Finally leaving Riki, Darryl retreated from the room. The blue marble walls around him were a maze to most, but Darryl knew his way around the great hall like the back of his hand. He went to the washroom, dropping off the towels before looking for master Iason.
Iason was sitting in his chair by a warm fire, gazing out across the room. Several of his rooms were made of blue marble, but a select few were more homely and welcoming. The cold atmosphere sent shivers down his spine.
His gaze shifted to the fire, watching the flames lick at the surface of brick. Jupiter would be summoning him soon, and he had been trying to steel himself for the call. Iason was only glad that he had been in Jupiter's good graces all of his life. He sighed, putting a hand to his throbbing temple.
"Another headache Sir?" Darryl asked, creeping up behind his master with a cup of wine. "I have fed your new pet as you instructed."
"That is fine, thank you Darryl." He nodded to his furniture, taking the glass of wine. It was just what the Syndicate head needed to loosen up. "You may have the rest of the night off in your room. Remember, Riki is only to be fed in the morning and at night." He instructed, knowing he would be at work when the boy got around to finally feeding Rriki.
Darryl nodded his head. "Yes Sir." He whispered, heading off to his room.
What was it? Iason could not put his finger on it. Never in his life had he been so enthralled by anyone. It was as though Riki had taken hold of his mind, seduced him completely. It was as though Riki had become his obsession. Jupiter would diffidently not like that.
Iason quickly finished his wine, knowing he would have best gotten to sleep. He still had the security grid to set up, and a few other things to do. Walking out of the lounge room he had occupied, he made his way to a computer, choosing to view his new pet before he went to sleep. Before he went on remembering things that should have never happened.
To Iason, it seemed that Riki was sleeping like the dead. It was a little endearing, the affection he felt for the mongrel, similar to the boy from his pasts.
With a groan, Iason turned off the terminal, deciding to go to bed before any other unwanted memories or thoughts popped into his head.
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Riki woke, having no sense of time. Glancing down at the plate of food, he growled with disgust. There was no way he would give the man who held him captive the satisfaction of knowing Riki was dependent on him. The mongrel had pride, and he would have rather died than show so much weakness to the other.
Riki propped himself up, resting against the wall. "Fuck you Blondie." He grumbled, not even caring that no one was around. Riki the dark was no idiot, he knew the Blondie planned on keeping him locked in the room for a long time.
If Riki refused to eat, Blondie would have to either let him die, or let him out.
A piece of the wall gave way, revealing a door. Riki looked at it nonplused. How did the door just appear? His question was answered when Iason's young furniture came in. Brown eyes started at the visitor, trying to grasp what was wrong. He mumbled under his breath, before he started to glare at the furniture.
"Are you going to eat mongrel?" Darryl asked, having brought another plate of food for him.
Riki scowled. "Fuck no." He snapped, turning to look away.
Darryl left the new tray there, picking up the old one before he retreated out. He did not want to face Lord Iason's wrath, so it was best to just do what he was told and inform his master of his pet's noncompliance.
Riki glared at the plate of steaming food, pushing it as far away from him as possible. That tantalizing smell would do nothing for him. He wanted to resist, longed to resist. He had to resist.
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Iason mumbled under his breath as he walked into the penthouse, the front door opening for him automatically. All the doors had been programed to recognize him as the number one signature and master of the penthouse. He had access to not only the pent house, but almost all of Amoi.
The head of Amoi's Syndicate grumbled as he walked over to his chair. "Darryl!" He shouted, knowing that wherever the furniture was, he would hear his master's call.
Darryl came quickly to his master's aid, knowing that punctuality and promptness helped him avoid any punishments. "Yes sir?" He asked, keeping his head down low in a submissive way that showed his master the respect he deserved.
"Get me some wine."
"Right away master." Darryl bowed before retreating to the kitchen for some wine.
Upon Darryl's return, Iason decided to ask about the one thing that had been on his mind throught the day. "How was Riki?"
The young furniture froze, unsure how to respond. "Well, Sir... Riki." A soft sigh escaped his mouth. "Riki decided he did not wish to eat anything. I went to give him his supper and he had not touched his breakfast. I gave him his breakfast and he had not touched the supper from the night before."
Iason seemed a bit shocked with the other's behavior. "Riki won't eat?" He asked, almost as though he had not heard right. Riki was skinny enough as it was. Sure he had a nicely toned body, but he was still malnourished, only eating when he could.
Darryl looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes. "Yes sir." He mumbled.
Noticing the other's discomfort, Iason nodded his head. "Prepare my supper." He said, finally taking a sip of the wine.
Iason sighed, shaking his head. "Riki."
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Riki gazed at the blue walls, seemingly transfixed. He had no idea how long he had been in that room, but he felt weak. "Fucker." He mumbled, still knowing nothing about the Blondie that took him.
He counted the meals that had been brought in, each one left closer and closer to him. Every time the furniture came in, it was either morning or night. He counted about twenty meals, so he knew somewhere near ten days had passed.
He was pale, so unlike his natural bronze. "I hate him." He mumbled, though it had nothing like his previous spark. His breakfast lied by the door, knowing the Furniture would see it before he came inside.
As if on a cue, Darryl walked inside, shaking his head when he saw the tray. He had said nothing to the mongrel in the twelve days he had been locked up in the room, but knew that his master would not be pleased. He set the tray down, knowing that no matter where he set it, the Mongrel's pride would not let him succumb to temptation.
Leaving as quickly as he had come, Darryl returned the food to the kitchen, before waiting for his master.
The Furniture did not have to wait long, his master came in fuming. "Pain killers." he grumbled, stalking to the terminal to check on Riki's progress.
That pet would be the death of him. All day long, all Iason could think about was Riki. He had been so worried about the mongrel, and he had no idea why. Riki was a mongrel, that was it. He was the lowest of the low, not even worth a credit.
The terminal switched on, and he noticed Riki, standing there with all his glory. He thought he was walking to the food, but when he noticed he was going for the bath he looked... perplexed. Surely Riki knew that the only time he could get warm water was when Darryl set out a towel.
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Riki stared at the food, gazing at it. His mouth was watering, but he refused to give in. He would rather die than to be that android's fuck toy. That was all that pets were, Toys. He refused to be played with.
Slowly, the teen struggled to his feet. Darryl had yet to bring him a towel, but he would not need one, nor would he have a need for warm water. Riki wanted to die. It would be faster and less painful than the starvation technique that he had been trying.
Cold water came pouring down, filling the tub. Riki put his hand in it and shivered. He would have rather died in warm water, but beggars could not be choosers.
No sooner had he climbed into the tub was the blondie looming over him. "Fuck off." He mumbled, pushing his head under the water.
Iason was furious. How could Riki even THINK about doing something so stupid? Yanking the mongrel up by the hair, Iason continued to glare. "What happened to you Mongrel pride? Would you rather die than be here?"
When Riki did not answer, Iason began to get worried. He gazed down at the mongrel who was in his grasp.
Riki looked pathetically upwards, not having enough energy left in him to even give one of his trademark 'fuck off's. His plan had been foiled, so he knew he would have had to die the hard way.
Seeing the other so pale and weak sent shivers up Iason's spine, not wanting to admit that he cared, he lifted him up and tossed him to the floor. "Darryl!" He called for his furniture who had promptly brought a towel.
Somehow Darryl knew just was Master Iason needed. "Right away Sir." he whispered, not even needing to be told to dry the mongrel off.
"Take him to my room." With that, Iason left the blue-tiled room.
Darryl looked down at the shivering pet. "You brought this on yourself." He said, trying to make sure he was dry enough.
Looking up from his back, Riki saw the Furniture. "Kill me. Get me away from that fucker." He mumbled, shoving the furniture away from him.
Riki used the tub to push himself up, knowing that he could hardly support his own weight anymore. He hated being weak. Perhaps he should have given in? It would have been better than feeling so weak. With a long, heavy sigh, Riki let himself be led out of the room and through the great hall.
If he had not been so focused on the area around him, Riki would have marveled at the blue marble. Alas, he had been tried to put one foot in front of the other, and had been seemingly unsuccessful. Halfway across the great hall, Riki felt a darkness tug at him.
Darryl turned, frowning when he saw Riki tumble to the floor, landing on top of him. "M-Master Iason?" He called up from the floor, trying to break free from the seemingly lifeless body.
Hearing the clatter, Iason came in from the balcony, only to see his pet on top of his furniture. His first instinct was to kill his furniture and punish Riki, but then he noticed that Riki's eyes were closed.
"What happened?"
Darryl was almost in tears. "H-he collapsed."
Iason quickly took the mongrel in his grasp, freeing his helpless furniture. "Get me a nutrition pill." He ordered, moving Riki to a chair. He Took out a pair of chains to keep him immobile. When the pill came, Iason ordered the other to get him some food for his pet.
Darryl looked a bit skeptical, but did not question his master. "Yes sir."
As quickly as he had left, Darryl returned. He held a plate of steaming stew, knowing it would have been the easiest food to force down Riki's throat.
"Riki?" Iason asked, seeing the other start to wake up. "Eat this." He said, taking a spoonful of stew and placing it in the mongrel's mouth. He had expected some resistance, but when the food went down right away, he knew somehow he had gotten through.
When the bowl was finished, he put a pill inside of Riki's mouth. "Now take this." The glass of water was placed at Riki's lips and slowly tilted upwards. Still, no resistance.
When Iason put the glass down, he saw, for one frightening moment, that Riki was not just his slave, but he was just as much a slave to Riki.
For that moment, it was as though everything had changed. He knew that had anything actually happened to Riki, he would have gone all the way to get him. Seeing the teen so pathetic was not what he wanted, and he knew he would have to gain control once more, through a different means.
Riki smirked at the Blondie. "Iason Fucking Mink." He whispered, now knowing full and well just who his master was. It was hard to forget the man whom you robbed at least twice a week. The irony of the situation made him chuckle. "Fucking Golden Boy himself."
Iason scowled, but made no move to correct his pet. "Riki the Dark." He lifted a brow, as though he was challenging the mongrel.
Smirking, Riki slowly slipped into sleep, content with finally knowing who his captor was, and as weak as he was, glad that he could fight back a little.
