A/N: Hi everyone, here is chapter that I have decided to do that is pretty much a interlude between the main and side chapters of Roanapur Connection. That covers a few bits in the timeline provides a look into Akira Maclean. Personal Assistant to Nathan Andre from Beyond Akira and so on.
Chapter Two's is currently been written by Blackmanaburning and myself, it's looking brilliant and we are really happy with what we have done so far. We can't wait to finish it and release it for all for you to see. We thank you for your continued patience despite the setbacks since the first chapter was released last April. I always want to make sure that every chapter is top standard, to the fullest it can be despite my long working hours and other commitments I have and my own perfectionism in wanting chapters to be to the high standard I hold myself to.
I wish I could update more often but I simply don't get enough time to write as much as I would like and coming up with the amount of original material for RC since Code Geass has very little Canon info on the 90's takes a fair amount of time to think through, make sure it makes sense, fits both CG and Black Lagoon canon and to write with all of the above happening.
But enough rambling from me.
Hope you all enjoy the chapter.
Thanks again everyone :)
Blackmambauk
"I remember that night vividly, the night that saw the East End of Glasgow running with bodies outside of the known zones where gangs and other degenerates as national papers often referred to them as. We had the Polis closing off areas formt he public, sirens ringing around all night as people form the community gathered around. I remember speaking to various people that night. Some described how they found the body in question at the site they were at. How some needed their dentals checked becuase they couldn't be recognised. Even the rough burly nightclub owner was in shock at the depravity of what he had found of Billy Boy fletcher's youngest lad body hanging from the wall. Billy himself had according to those close to him gone mad with rage and vowed to touch the city for his son's killer or killers as some had claimed the deed had been done by more than one.
That it had been The Backend Boyz from the north, others said it were the Tongs with their motto Tongs Ya Bass painted over the local chippy where Robert 'Balls' Cochrane has a bunch of scottish eggs hanging from his mouth. Some thought because of two of the sites of bodies found being well known to be safe places for those that were considered different. That it was a targeted message to those that would harm those, especially as Billy boy's kid and his amtes were known to spourt threats to those that hung out there and taunt them.
The Polis closed the investigation after struggling to find any suspects over the year long investigation. Billy Boy went rather quiet after a few weeks despite how outspoken he was in general, he never did end up torching any sites or people in revenge. To this day people continue to whisper about it among themseleves. The community of those sistes ebcome much more vilgent afterwards due to the polis's response in the whole matter. Who or whom ever did the deed that night left a shadow over the city of Glasgow.
And many questions that need to be answered."
- Karla Satou, ex journalist for the Herald
[Date: 20/03/1995 ATB, Time: 7:00pm, Palace Hotel, Otemachi, Tokyo Japan]
Knock Knock Knock.
"Just a minute." Akira said as she put more pressure on the injection needle currently in her left shoulder as she sat on her toilet seat. Being careful to take it out carefully so as not to leave any marks.
Putting the needle back in it's box along with the bottle that came with it. Placing it alongside the bottles of pills that are all kept together and in order of daily routine of taking by the sink.
Exiting the ensuite and pacing herself as she made her way to the door to open it. Swiping her favourite work scarf from the table. That was a pattern of different colors to wrap around her neck.
She couldn't wait to dine on what she had ordered.
Opening the door to reveal a tuxedo wearing Waiter waiting for her.
"Good Evening Madam, I have brought the itinerary of food that you ordered for Room Service." The young waiter said as he held his hands on the tray he had brought up.
"Thank you, please come in." Akira opening the door fully to let them into her suite.
"Where would you like this Madam?"
"By the bed thank you."
The waiter then pushed the tray, wheels squeaking over the while rather crudely as Akira cringed at the sound of it. Stopping and then positioning the tray to be by the bed.
Picking up the tray to reveal the full course of food Akira had ordered as they placed it on the dining table.
Which included, Chicken Nanban, a dip of soy sauce, a large bowl of rice, tofu and some soba noodles to finish. Not the ideal Japanese meal her mother would have thought. But she wasn't there so Akira could have what she wanted, she was a big woman after all and needed a good portion of food to fill up. Which included two desserts of not just Honey Toast with blueberries and ice cream on top, but a large Strawberry Crepe that was bound to make Nathaniel jealous.
"Will there be anything else Madam?"
"No that will be all thank you, here, for your service." Akira then handed the waiter a envelope.
Confused at the action, since Akira knew Japanese staff at hotels only expect a tip or thanks when guests leave, the waiter opened the envelope. His eyes widening at the amount inside.
"M-madam, I can't accept this." The waiter closing it, pushing it back to Akira's hands. Which Akira prevented by gentling putting it back in his hands. Letting her hair cover her left eye in the process as she leaned in closer to the waiter's face with a hand on hip. Though not too close as to feel his breath on her as it was clear that he felt awkward by how much taller she was than him.
"Please, I insist. I have too much money anyways, spreading it to those that need it more like yourself is a big part of my faith and my own principles on aiding others where possible. Besides, a little bit of extra money to buy something nice for yourself or your special someone isn't such a bad thing is it? Don't worry, it will be our little secret." Akira said as gave the waiter a flirtatious smile and a little wink.
Which made him blush a sea of red as he put the envelope into his jacket awkwardly.
"N-no Madam. I greatly appreciate the gesture. If you ever need anything. Please don't hesitate to let me know."
"I greatly appreciate it, if you could let me know of any visitors or other guests to this floor, of anything suspicious going on in the area or any calls incoming. That would be much appreciated. Please allow me to get the door for you." Akira then went to get the door for the waiter. Discreetly passing on a few more notes into his pocket.
"Have a good evening." Akira bowing to the waiter.
"You too madam." Returning the bow and he pushed the tray out of the room and passed into the hallway. Akira closing the door once he was gone.
Akira rested her back on the door for a moment once he was gone, her right hand still on the doorknob. While using her left hand to remove her scarf from her neck, bringing fingers to feel the budge in her throat, the one thing that can cause people to realise like Mr Kirihara and Oboro did today.
'He didn't even notice once, it's amazing how much a difference a scarf and gloves make. Isn't that right Mr. Kirihara? You only saw what you saw today because I allowed you to. And you gave me exactly what I was looking for, something your dear wife noticed. Yes, she will be a wonderful ally to me and Nathaniel with aiding Princess Hui Ying and our plans.'
It had always been bigger than most people's. Even as a child, it had meant that her voice broke before she had even began learning algebra, along with her neck being somewhat long to begin with, had led to her being labelled Turkey Neck throughout primary and secondary school. Kids really knew how to make one feel despair about themselves. But she didn't want to just have it removed just because of that. It was still a part of herself, a part of how she was born.
That and having a deeper voice than most made it all the more frustrating for her to appreciate herself for so many years of her life, it's why she learnt to pitch her voice and learn different styles just to not have to listen to it. Even then, she knew deep down what she really was. It still popped up every now and then, though thankfully far less since her treatment began and her hormones became balanced with her medication.
And that's what mattered Akira knew as she moved off from the door and let go of the door knob.
What a day it had been for her.
Once she had gotten back from the meeting in Odawara. She had wiped all of her makeup off after checking into her Presidential suite, taken her hair tier off to allow her top hair to flow again, put her Parasol to the side. Gotten out of her kimono she had commissioned by a designer she knows in Tokyo and after a lovely bath, putting on a light silky blue blouse, some skinny jeans and her favourite white hand gloves to keep her hands warm. Also because the feel of them on her hands made her feel so good. Once she had finished their journey on the Bullet train back to Shinjuku and then hopped on the train from Shinjuku to Tokyo Station.
Dismissing lovely Belyana and dutiful Alastair for the day before then as they travelled separately back in the vehicle they had driven from Tokyo in. They had pretty much done a great job at the meeting today and making her feel safe and showing what the Golden Company stood for. Not that Akira ever needed it per say, but having someone watching your back is always a nice little privilege to have.
Now all that was left was to chat to her partner about the day and some other stuff they needed to chat about. Along with gouging on this feast that was in front of her. But she would let the food cool a bit, Akira didn't like to eat food that was roasting hot, her tongue was a tee sensitive to anything at high temperatures.
Her partner was due to call any minute via satellite connection on some prototype tablets which they had received from the Clements Families tech division.
But before that, Akira needed to apply some cream to her hands and face. Couldn't have her skin going dry now. Grabbing the moisture cream from the side desk next to her bed. She applied the cream softly and carefully to her face. Making sure to rub it in good in her cheeks as the fresh smell of new Moisture cream entered her nose. Ah the smooth feeling of moisture cream on her face, made her feel so soft, her skin breathing so easily.
Then it was the hand's turn. Startin with the right, Akira removed her white silk glove to moist each hand, taking care to get it between her fingers and spread thin across her palms and backhand. So as not to mess the coloring of her tattoos that go all the way up her arm and shoulder. Had to keep the red dragon that adorns her upper body glamourous. She only had it reinked a month ago by Eleana along with Nathaniel's.
'Especially the back area that helped to seal the bond of love between us when we started our relationship.'
*Bring Bring*
Ah the call of work, her Tablet rang as she finished up her moisture session. Akira quickly grabbed the tablet from her work bag, pretty much jumping on her bed in the process. Nice soft warm bed to be on with it's golden silk sheets and duvet. Goddess it has been ages since she had been able to sleep in luxury. Usually a single bed or basic twin bed was her bedding, that is if she was lucky enough to get a proper nights rest in GC operations.
She needed to lie down and relax after being on her feet for most of the day. Putting her feet up, relaxing her right arm on her stool he brings with her to relax on sofas or on the bed.
"Check Check Ground control to major Akira? Hel-looo? Is this connection working Ganabati? Since i'm not seeing anybody on the other end yet. I certainly hope Akira can see me." Akira hearing Nathaniel's voice as the connection remained static.
"It's working Nathan, it just takes a few minutes for all of the satellite feed to come through, it is brand new technology after all. It's part of the evolution process of creating new tech."
"I know that, but this tech isn't going to go far unless these kinks are worked out before anyone else gets the drop on u…" Epressedo, Nathaniel's face showed up at last. Obviously looking at Mr Ganabati who was off screen.
"I can see you Nat,"
That got his attention as he turned to face Akira waving at him.
"Hi hi hi Akira, hope the feed is w-working cle-early that you c-an see and h-hear me now. Had assurances from Ganesha that it will work no matter what, from the fact i see the ravishing beauty that would make Grainne turn tail from Diarmuid and embrace you fully. I say I owe him a Newcastle Brownie for once later on at the Strawberry." Said Nathaniel with the little cheeky grin forming on Nathaniel's lip whenever he starts fawning over Akira or teasing others.
"I heard that Nathan,"
"Y-You were supposed to Ganabati. Now please, would you be so kind as to give me and Akira some privacy for us to chat? I'll meet you at the Strawberry later. Here's the fiver I owe you for getting this Clements tablet to work." Nathan said as he waved a £5 note that Mr Ganabati swiped from his hand as he turned to leave.
"Yeah sure, see you there." Akira could hear Ganabati's somewhat large steps echo quieter as he vacated whatever building Nathaniel was currently in. It looked like Nathan was at his so called 'secret hub' that he was having built in secret, far from the eyes and ear of the Golden Company, even from others that they have allegiance with and share commodity with in more ways than one.
It had been nearly 9 months since they had brought the land with some of their funds they get from a variety of ventures they both engage in. From having shares in various business ventures like the Clements family or the Northern seas power plants shares Akira had brought under the advice of Mr Ganabati and from one of the higher ups that is fond of Akira, add in their mercenary work bringing in sizeable revenue and favours she gained from some of the Scottish MPs she had helped out in certain matters and in helping local businesses.
Since they needed to have alternatives when the mercenary work is quiet like it was for a year after the war ended and in recent times. Or they are keeping a low profile after a big operation like the ones they did in Eastern Europe 92-93, Akira still remembers that one fight in Romania where she struggled to think at all against that person who was of cosmic size, the way that masked… thing kept playing with her emotions, the way they played with her with the rapier they wielded and prodded through her protection vest while Akira failed to land a proper strike with her legs or with her rifle.
If Nathaniel hadn't ambushed them from behind with his tranquilliser dart from their arms set they wear on their missions. In the process ripping off their mask, which it along with the effects of the tranquilliser dart subdued them long enough for them to escape by their grap hooks. She would have been a goner for sure. They certainly didn't want them finding out who they were or why they were doing, what they were doing with those children. Goddess, the things they did to them, what they found there. Was one of the most unpleasant things Akira ever had to deal with. It had made them both her and Nat vomit in disgust and still lingered on even today in their minds.
Or because of people like Miss Bhai bringing heat from the filth with her hacking antics, her rudeness that drove Akira up the wall whenever she wasn't giving a whole lecture on counterfeit money and her so called genius way of making them despite the fact she never finished stuff to deadlines and always went over budget. That she thrusted her against the wall, choking her until her eyes rolled into the back of her inflated brain. Before she threw her out of the Golden Company building after a remark she made to her about her chosen gender and Nathaniel firing her for it.
Sure, it had led her to be reported to HR and subjected to a tribunal by the board members. All of whom weren't exactly interested in understanding with how Akira felt about being what she had been called. Even Miss Norwood was pretty ambivalent to it. Mr Dubois had been the only one afterwards to express sympathies for it afterwards to her, which while Akira appreciate the sentiment. Wasn't the same as Empathy, something only Nat, Elena and Beleyana had given her. They had given her a warning about it and put her on six months probation. But goddess was it worth it to do that to that woman.
'Very few ever drive me to make me lose myself like that. Kudos to you Miss Bhai for achieving that.'
With Nathaniel's alternative ventures being the charge they have. His fondness for history and artefacts they find and bring either to local people to keep hold of. Or uncover for the British History Department (when it doesn't go to the archaeology department for safekeeping).
Well, Akira certainly never had to lack for anything for a long time. Though she would not just sit idly, she would see her home country fulfilled to the potential it had, her fellows in her community be given the basics society denies them and has denied them throughout history. This world would be changed one way or another so that it recognises people like her, like her dear Nathaniel and embrace the beauty, the virtues and the trueness of Celtic and reject all that the false blood, the ones that besmirch everything their society stands for, did stood for and are relics of those be-heavens that lie in Britannia and lay false claims hood to their isles.
The fact they don't speak a word of the Celtic tongue just proves their fallacy all the same. Along with how lazy they are for using the names of their culture, of their cities for themselves. But then there was never any originality that came from the people who went over and trampled over the Natives there. All of it came from elsewhere that they appropriated or ripped off.
Which she would do with her partner here and now.
"Good, now we can talk without anyone over hearing, though just to be safe. I have my vinyl player here to entertain us and any guests. Marcus, i'm going to talk to Akira in our native language," Nathaniel said as he finished his last sentence of english.
"So-so how are are you doing this fine evening Akira? I'm taking it you swept your palace for bugs and all that, can't be having any filth or Intel people listening in?" Nathan said slowly as he took his time in making sure Akira understood his words.
Speaking in other languages has never been an ability Nathaniel was strong at, since his dialect, his inflect and tone had always been different from other peoples that he constantly practised his talking and speech stuff when they were young for hours, that and could mumble or stutter when his anxiety plays up. He would often practise in the mirror saying he don't blink and he keeps on going. Eventually she had to told him to bloody blink since it was getting ridiculous him repeating it for so long and not blinking. Which he shrugged and grinned about, saying that it works because it got her to listen to him.
Plus, it help Nathaniel to keep his face looking at people, despite how often it hurt him to do that.
Add in to how the Gaelic language often has very different pronunciations, emphasis on certain letters and affects to English and it makes it harder for non Scottish people to learn it since Celtic languages were more of its own tune than the hybrid of languages like English, Dutch and German that shared a similarity in how it's spoken.
It's why he didn't like to speak much in any language but English unless he had to. Hence Akira often meeting people in Nathan's place since Akira, Elena or other translators they used in the GC had no issue with speaking in other languages. Though Akira had sat him down and practise speaking and learning certain languages just to be sure. Since their work requried Nathaniel speaking at a passable level.
"Hello Nat, yes i can see and hear you clearly enough on this mammoth of a tablet that's straining my hands just holding it to see your face, you are doing fine, you can speak a bit more quickly since Gaelic was drilled into me by my father when i was young. The tablet here along with my darling Crwth almost tipped my luggage over the limit at Heathrow. Along with all the gifts you wanted me to bring over as well. You know how fussy airlines are on luggage. Even more so when you are carry extra hand luggage as I often do. Also, yes i had Marco swept the room out before I checked in. It was easy enough for him to slip into the hotel as a worker and place any anti bug tech in here."
"Thanks Akira, though i want to make sure nothing is misunderstood so i will take my time talking in the old tongue just to be sure. Airports and Airlines for you eh, back when we were kids. They would never even question someone lighting a fag up, drinking on the plane or what you had in your luggage. Now they give you a dirty look for daring to pack anything more than a shoe. True misers they are these days Airport workers. Excellent, Marco has always been attentive to making sure we are bug free wherever we go. He's got a bright future with us along with the other young ones I sent with you." Nathaniel said as he moved his face to look away a bit.
Removing his Oakley's for a few seconds to rubbed his eyes before putting them back on to look at Akira.
"Your not up there in Newcastle by yourself are you? Apart from Mr Ganabati for company I mean? You have had the habit in the past of not having someone when I am away looking out for you. Also, don't force yourself to look at me face if it's hurting your eyes. I know you are giving me your full attention." Akira inquired, raising a brow as she waited to hear Nat's answer.
Which caused Nathan to sigh in exasperation as he massaged his temples.
"Of course not, I have Marcus watching from above where he likes to be. Out of mind and out of sight until he wants someone to know his presence. Yet close enough to make me feel secure here and overlook our meeting without anyone getting cute," Nathaniel said as he pointed a finger up to the ceiling.
"Plus, I have Maribelle in the security room monitoring for any signs of trouble and prepared to jump in whenever she deems it. True bodyguards both of them and ones I fully trust to have our back since they came into the fold. I know you worry if i don't have anyone, plus Marcus has a real talent for knowing how to film stuff with whichever camera he has and to make sure they are edited well, which is one of the reasons I recruited him in the first place. Maribelle for being reliant and being able to stay calm under severe pressure and because she knows her way around art stuff,"
"I learnt from the mistakes of not having one after being visited in one of my 'sessions' from one of the little operatives sent by our rivals. That one was something I haven't forgotten that's for sure."
Yes, that time when Nathaniel was nearly killed because he chose to continue his research for too long despite knowing how dangerous it was for him to do it for such a period of time. There have been times where Akira literally had to barge in and get him to either eat, drink or in in recent years. Come to bed by dragging his hand and spooning him so he didn't get thoughts of sneaking off during the night. It had gotten to the point that she insisted in doing the research with him.
Besides, she wanted to see and further her knowledge of history as well.
"Just to check also, your not in the Hotel by yourself are you Akira? Please tell me you have either say Belyana or Alistair on one of the floors or when you travelled back from Odawara? I worry about you being by yourself as well despite the fact you can easily take care of anyone that bothers you. Especially with how Japanese people can find tall women intimidating and of course if anyone was to find out well-yeah." Nathaniel asked softly as his forehead went wrinkly with concern. Spinning his cane all the while.
Even with his Oakley's blocking his eyes from view. Akira could see his eyes bags were raised. He only did that when he was concerned for her or anyone else in distress.
Akira went a bit sheepish at Nathan's question, since she had merely asked him the same one just before and now had to think of an answer that wasn't contradicting herself from what she had said.
"I rode alone all the way, I just needed some time to myself after being around others for the last week non stop. A person can only handle being around others so much in one day,"
Goodness, Akira had been reminded of that fact she rode the train from Shinjuku to Tokyo station. She had reminded herself of how busy that station gets with the constant of people banging into her and how crowded the trains get at peak times with everyone trying to squeeze in.
"Belyana and Alistair are staying on the fourth and second floor respectively floor. We have a set of walkie talkie between us if I need anything from either of them and Beleyana has a her full set of knives with her at all times. Alistair is keeping tabs on who come into the hotel and of anything suspicious by hanging out at the bar near the reception. I'm in good hands here Nat. But thank you all the same for your concern."
"That's good, It really puts me at east to know that. Belyana especially being nearby for anything you need. She's been solid since we met her in the Russian resistance and has kept up our ties with the people in them since then. Which will come handy for what is to come."
Belyana had even offered to change out of her uniform so she could still accompany Akira on the train since she loves trains herself, but she accepted Akira's decision reluctantly all the same to travel alone.
Besides, it was nice to look at the Japanese countryside as it past by. To see people working on the rice fields, to see the suburbs that surrounds Tokyo. To sit on a train that was nice and clean, ran on time. One of her dreams was to ride the Chinese Royal train, it was stated to be the most powerful train around today and had been a showcase for the Rail network formed between China and Britannia that runs from Pendragon, across the Canadian countryside, up to across Russia under the North Pacific Ocean. Across Siberia and then down across north east China before stopping at Beijing.
They weren't like the trains back home. People had no respect for public transport with the way they vandalise them in Britain. It was different when Akira was young, she still had fond memories of the trains she used to ride around in during the summer across Scotland, The Great West Highland route with the steam train was her personal favourite (Akira thought that would make for a good location for any film to shoot), it's… one of the only things she could remember enjoy doing with her parents and when they seemed to get on with each other.
You, You, yes you laddy, stand still laddy
She had also noticed while riding the trainline. How some of the men on the train seem… intimidated by her. How she lorded over them with her height. Akira often forgot how small her fellow Japanese could be compared to her above average height of 6'2, But then by Japanese standards, she was a giant.
The way they would glance quickly and then turn around, some possibly saw the tattoos on her neck despite her makeup and putting a scarf on after the meeting to cover her neck area. She never took chances when out in public considering how a number of people feel about people like her, It made it almost impossible to ever go to the loo, even at the GC bases, she didn't risk it. She had even gone as far to ask Nathaniel to put a en-suite in his offices so that she could go and know she wouldn't be bothered or risk any incidents. Simple things people took for granted and were often so unemphatic to her kind about it.
Past experiences had been harsh enough to Akira to never let her drop her guard down. Unless with her partner or one of her fellow siblings (well the ones she liked among their group). Especially after that time in Glasgow when a gallery of brutes and spiteful men surrounded herself and Nathan. Despite how many they fought off, Akira remembers vividly practically kicking their ugly scottish teeth down their throats and hearing he snappings of either arms breaking or faces being smashed into the nearby walls, eventually, the additional reinforcements and sneak attack were too much as they beat on their legs, smashed their feet into their fingers, goddess the pain Akira remembers of her fingers snapping and her fingernails cracking. They made them suffer… such abasement.
Akira never forgot that experience, the repayment of it was it in kind.
'While I don't usually partake in the suffering of others. They were the exception to that. No-body-does what they did to me or my Nathaniel and gets away with it.' If we don't protect ourselves, then no one will as we found when we told the Polis about it in hospital. To them we were nothing more than buftie's to be ignored, well they certainly got a vivid letter. And a bobby being made a example of as warning to them.'
Akira grasped her cross in her free hand at remembering all of that. Shutting her eyes tightly as she suppressed thinking about it for too long.
She had thought about moving to the women's only carriage at one-point. But, Akira didn't want to risk any possible awkwardness or risk getting stared at for the whole journey. Women could be funny about a person like her, some were supportive or understood why she was the way she was, others would prefer if she didn't exist. Hatred could and did often come from a variety of sources. It's something she and Nathaniel have had to deal with throughout the years they have been together as their relationship progressed from where it started back during when Freddie was at his most fabulosos.
"How's everything going with the building in Newcastle?"
"Very good thanks, it's only going to be a few more weeks until it's ready to be open to the public. The first stage of the project that will lead to greater things for this city, the north and the rest of the isles we live on will finally be compete. Now we just have to make sure the suits in Westminster do their part and pass the laws that will give voice to sue before the next general election in two years time."
From what Akira could make out of the background, of the ladders all stored up against those brick walls, cover sheets hanging over stored furniture, cans of paint covering the corner of the room Nathaniel was in. The uncovered head bulb lighting the room rather dimly. The glass frames still plastered over where the windows were, hinting that they had only recently been put in. To a big map of the isles of Britain and Ireland covering one of the walls. big circle marking a point in the west Irish sea with the words Crown Jewels besides it.
The other map of the Asian continent, with darts being pinned to a few locations with circles around them. One for China, One for India and one for the Golden Triangle that laid between Thailand, Burma and Laos. With a smaller dart pinning all too familiar city in Thailand.
Wither numerous folders on the other table in the background. Likely of the numerous groups and factions they had been either keeping an eye on or wokred with during their time in East/Southern Asia with mr Ganabati in the last year or two when they weren't in Europe.
This was obviously a different room than the other one where all of the film equipment, design specs and projections were. Which Akira noticed was lurking in the background as she could slightly see a film camera sticking out slightly in the other room in her view.
A golf bag with a full set of clubs, irons, wedges and the putter to go with it, a green mat and tees set up besides it. Nathaniel and Akira often liked to practise their golfing in interesting places as that Britannian who tried to build a golf course near Aberdeen found out the hard way, as did Viscount Soresi when they were in India. The rather dingy looking chair Nathaniel was sitting on backwards like he was a teenager. Akira was surprised it hadn't broke under Nathan's broad size and height, and equally looking rusty large table that Akira could only imagine was from the skip outside the job centre. The fact it had pegs of stone bricks holding it on one side only confirmed Akira's suspicions. With his beloved St James Park lurking in the background as the Strawberry pub and other local businesses populating it. Along with the Tyne Bridge squeezing even further away as the rather dark grey clouds look like they were bringing in a winterious downpour that splattered on the glass window.
'He truly knows how to take the philosophy of frugality to a unique position. I've give him that. Nat has never aspired to fit into what he sees is a class structure that bullies people into trying to emulate the habits of those at the top.'
Table was littered with a sandwich, (that was always marmite flavour) a banana, a bottle of water. Akira hoped that it was fresh and not from a unreliable tap source, last time her partner had drunk local water in Bulgaria, he nearly died from Choridia and was hospitalised for 2 weeks. Akira remembered the lecturing she had given Nathaniel about it as he laid in the medical ward of the Golden Company base they were at. He really should have known better considering what they had been through earlier in their lives and their time in some rather unscrupulous places.
A wall of glass where Lucius was resting in currently curled around the log he was on.
The rest of his 'lunch' included packet of Salt and Vinegar Hula Hoops. Nathaniel's work laptop, that could easily be used as melee weapon from the size of it eclipsing most of the table. His work phone looming besides, it could still take a person's cheek when holding it. As Nathaniel had already noted, a Vinyl player to finish the tech set he had, lightly playing out a familiar song that brought out the best of of Roger and provided a lovely bass to go with their conversation. Despite the earlier part of it bringing up bitter memories for Akira. Ones she would not dwell...on. No no Akira couldn't think of them right now.
We don't need no education.
And finally, some Wine Gums in a medium size packet and a bag of what Akria assumed was pick and mix from Woolworth's.
A couple of magazine on disabilities littering the left side. One of them in Japanese and bearing Sumeragi Natsumi's face on, with a mix of newspapers in different languages with one in Japanese also. Beside them also were some science journals and research notes that Akira couldn't make out what they were about. Though she knew Nathaniel liked to read through scientific fields when it came to Robotics, Cybernetics, agriculture and possible Artificial Intelligence stuff that when he wasn't reading up on history, law and politics. His motto was always he knew he knew nothing (a quote from the Greek philosopher Socrates). Which Nathaniel applied that to everything in their work, even their relationship as he showed when she first started her process.
'I seek to constantly expand the lens in which filter us and the biases we develop from the environment and structures we grow up in.'
We don't need no thought control.
Akira preferred the good read of ancient Celtic texts they uncovered over the years. The daily tips on what's in fashion (Akira had to keep up her fine look). Along with good old Dumas and his darling tales. Especially the stuff between Eugenie and Louise really helped in her youth comes to terms with who she was and was something she really loved discussing and analysing with Sister Michelle and Adrianna about, along with other books the trio enjoy.
All with a box of strawberries covered in delicious whip cream. Along a glass of sherry to go with it.
Compare all of that to her current aboud. A room that was larger than the small apartment in Aberdeen where Akira grew up in. The King size bed that Akira was currently lying on was alone bigger than the kitchen was all together. Add in the balcony that she had that overlooked the centre of Tokyo. The massive dining room table made out of polished marble. The luxurious velvet sofas that crown the room in its centre and nicely allowed Akira to dump two of her three suitcases on. The wall crafted in vinyl metallic ink spreading it's veins across the room.
Akira would speak nothing about this, she knew Mr Ganabati had likely given Nathan another lecture on the importance of appearance outside of dressing nicely, so she wouldn't waste her words. Akira could agree on the importance of one representing the title or power they have, to a point. But only to a point.
'There are other ways of showing power than appearing to be what others think. Some never reveal themselves, some merely allow their shadow to speak for themselves. Others sing and create rumours. As long as the people they project their power to believe it resides with them. Then they achieve their goal and methods.'
As when he's with her, she makes sure he indulges in the privileges their lives afford them and he does enjoy himself. They had been through too much, Akira had been through too much in her short life to not enjoy what they have. Because it may not be there tomorrow for them to not take a simple pleasure in thing, something Akira had learned the hard way when she was younger, even though what she had when she was young was minuscule in nature. Especially with the duties they carry, and what they carry within them only the fewest ever do and where many end up as.
Besides, Akira was pretty sure Nathaniel brought cheap stuff and acted the way he did around him and Mahjarah Singh deliberately to wind them up. Since whenever they together like they were recently with Sister Michelle and her fellow compatriot Ardianna. Her Nathaniel was a true gentlemen of opening doors for her, pulling her chair you name it. Only around Maharini Balapradia would he drop this behaviour around the two. Though she wondered if that was because he respected Bala, he often went on about how she was the best of his mentors, that she and Mr Ganabati made dealing with the lech Singh was bearable, or because she brook nothing but the utmost of respect from anyone. Akira had to give her credit, Bala knew how to make everyone in a room take notice of her. Though she could not overlook how she made Nathaniel kiss her rings everyone they met.
It felt so debasing for someone to apply that to another person Akira vividly believed.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Though Akira was certain Nathaniel did it because it was some sort of in-joke between them they only got. Or maybe it was something else Akira couldn't grasp. Nat had never been shy in admitting his attraction to women older than himself.
She had sensed his interest to Miss Norwood back in Russia. Not surprising considering her personality and easy going nature in private but fully professional and committed in her work.
Not that Akira was jealous of it all, she would certainly welcome another person to her and Nathaniel's relationship if they would fit in with them both and that they could make that person happy. Life was too short not to give stuff like that a try.
Though she certainly wouldn't mind if it remained just her and Nat all the same.
'It takes being able to fully trust and love someone to commit to a relationship like that. The indications I get from him was that it would have to be someone that really interested him and accepted me for who I am for him to consent.'
But it was what it was and something Akira found degrading to watch every time they meet with, especially as Akira wasn't particularly fond of that or really anything about Nathaniel's Indian allies (well mostly the Mahjarah and some of his inner circle).
Something she has noted to him on a few occasions. The way they looked at her during meetings, the way Mr Ganabati kept yapping on about how his people, his race whenever he got a chance despite how much shit he gave Nathaniel for doing the same. Which is true, he could rant on about a topic that riled him up, about this and that, it had been a common experience during their younger days and had led Akira to become immensely frustrated with him, since sometimes it had felt like lectures than any discussion and Nathaniel would often not let Akira get a word in. Even if he didn't mean them to be and always apologized for it afterwards whens he called him on it. Thankfully, he had gotten better about it over the years.
Yes their people have suffered under Britannians and even before that by the English and, yes her people the Scots as well. They deserve to have their country liberated and their nationality restored to its proper place. But it's not a game of misery or playing a card to get what you want all the time. It's the sort of benign neglect that those in power rely on to keep themselves in control and those they harm from unifying to overhaul the broken system that mauls human society.
'Especially after some of the things Singh said about me in private. That's something you cannot undo lightly nor forget and forgive. Something Mr Ganabati acts obtuse about.'
"So, how is the goddess of beauty that puts even Branwen to shame doing this fine day?" Nathaniel said that dragged Akira out of those unpleasant thoughts.
This netted him a small smile from Akira.
"Good Nathaniel, very good thank you. Though I caution you on referring me to a goddess. You know Kayci doesn't take lightly to such claims?" Akira responded.
"Well, our glorious Priestess isn't here to bellow the texts of our beloved religion. Besides she's one to talk. Considering how much she preaches the word, the tales and songs of whom we all… serve." Nathaniel struggled to get the last word out.
Turning his head away as Akira could see him struggling not to bite his lip as his breathing grew heavier. Akira knew she had to say something before Nathaniel allowed himself to dwell on such thoughts.
Teacher, leave those kids alone.
"...Nathan."
That brought him to turn his head back to face Akira on the tablets.
"...i'm sorry... for worrying you Akira. It's just-just, no forget it. There's no point speaking on matters that are set in stone. Not like we can do anything about it right? I mean we're here trying to fulfil our duties and she's… in her own little world sitting up looking at the stars and refusing to even engage to any of us. " Nathaniel said as his lips curled up and he thumped his fist on the table.
Akira repressed the urge to sigh at Nathan's words. This wasn't the first time she had heard this line of thought from Nathan. Even the first time he met the one that held them all together, Nathaniel had taken the drink offered, said a word of toast, and then threw the drink in her face for reasons she knew still ran deep with him, her as well despite how much she had done for Akira, for accepting her as she was and for taking her in as her own when no one else did.
Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!
She didn't want to be in the middle of a tug of war nor have to bear with this sort of tension while they were in Asia.
Nor was it the first time him being awkward about speaking his feelings, even to her after all these years. It frustrated her that Nathaniel still even now from time to time kept to himself like this. She had felt like she had been stuck at the prologue of the book that is Nat for years until she managed to advance that story when he finally started to let her in.
It hadn't started well when Akira, at her limit with all of it back then. Decided to… take things into her own hands. It had ended with a black eye, broken jaw for her and seeing just how much of a storm could be raised in one person.
Though the more she had learned, the glimpses of what she saw. What Nathaniel showed her. The more she began to empathise why Nat preferred to be a closed book. It wasn't like she was a open book either and he had never given her hassle about it. Akira knew that the main reason they opened up to each over time was because they proved to the other they could be trusted, they wouldn't judge. But they would work together to keep evolving themselves.
Akira also knew that autistic people had their own ways of communicating their feelings. She remembered how in the past, Nathan would write down what he was feeling instead since he kept mumbling or stuttering or getting irritated with himself.
To press now would only irritate her partner and she knew who irritable Nathaniel can be when he feels overwhelmed. She had seen him when the meltdowns happen and it was not pleasant one bit to see.
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
She settled for putting her free hand through her hair as she thought on what to say.
"...Very well, but promise me Nat, promise me that we are going to talk about this down the line when you are ready. It's not good to hold something like this in and i don't want this line of thought to continue nor be put between us and complicate things here or our future plans, bedies. It's dangerous to think of potential scenarios that you know she has considered, she hasn't lasted as long as she has by not being able to read the people she has. Remember, we are in this together no matter what and if one of us falls, the other will also." Akira said softly as she leaned forward on her bed to assure Nathan.
Wrong, do it again!
'Shut up Mr Gilbert. You aren't here anymore to cane me anymore for speaking my mind.''
"That we are Akira, that we are. Again, i'm sorry for worrying you. Just got a lot on my mind at the moment with everything going on, the amount of energy it takes me to deal with so many people, the amount of concentration I have to do just to look natural at simple stuff and dealing with everything we are dealing with at the moment. I promise, we will talk about this matter when we are ready. Since we both want to make sure the future we are working towards for the both of us becomes reality. Regardless of what happens with us and her." Nathaniel said as a small smile crept across those scarred lips that defined his mouth as he got off his seat to look at the wall in the room.
Lucius came slithering over as Nathan held out his arm to him.
All in all you're just eh, another brick in the wall.
A loud sigh echoed afterwards from Nathaniel as he appeared to whisper something that Akira couldn't hear. But before Akira could ask him what he said, Nathan sat back down. This time seating on it properly on his chair turned round to accommodate as it was made to. with his left leg over his right as he put his free arm on the table.
Though the slightest of creak sounds escaped the chair.
"Well just to note, I certainly appreciate the fact you think of me as a goddess. It's nice to have someone that worships me for who I am." Akira emphasized that point by moving her body so that Nat could see her posing on her arm rest. Moving the front of her hair move so that it was a peek a boo sort of look. Her's and Nathaniel's favourite.
"My pleasure dear." Nathan responded by opening and crossing his legs as he leaned his left shoulder and arm back on his chair. Allowing Akira to get a glimpse of his top unbuttoned shirt showing his broad chest area.
If it were anyone else comparing herself to the Goddess of Beauty, it would be borderline blasphemy in Akira's eyes to compare her to a god and a big sign they were trying her on, Priestess Kayci would bagger them into a room and lecture her all day on why comparing oneself to a god is a sin and mockery of the gods. Which she had done once or twice when Akira and her partner were just mere pupil of hers within the temple they serve.
We don't need no education.
'Ah the children, nobody ever thinks of the children.'
But coming from Nathaniel. Well, it's to be expected (and much appreciated) to hear that she is on the level of the gods from her partner. Especially it took an insurmountable of time and effort to foreshow the beauty that Akira knew she was. Something the pile of bottles that she had to take the prescribed amount at specific times, at specific quantities each day, the cream that she rubbed on her arms everyday. To hide the so called marks of shame her asian blooded judged her for because of outdated and shallow views. The tedious of finding a injection point for those dull injections. Something most just could not, no would not comprehend.
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.
Sometimes, Akira wondered… what would it be like to have eternal life? To never wither as the years pass? To remain forever young, forever beautiful. It was within Akira's and other people she knew all too well reach.
But there was one price to it all, everyone around her would eventually decline, their flower becoming more fragile as the life of them grew dimmer and dimmer. Even the gods Akira
looked up to for guidance when she needed it, drew her strength from could, or wouldn't allow humanity to share in the pleasure only the fewest have access to. Had to deal with the fact they would go through an unending cycle. It's probably why some were so desperate to be rid of what they saw as a curse they would force upon the one they chose to bear it.
'Could I truly and honestly say that I am prepared to go through the very same experience that she has gone through for millenniums… I really don't know.'
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
"Nathaniel, could you stop playing that song now? It's starting to get on my nerves." Akira said as she massaged her temples from the echos.
"Oh right yes, forgotten it was still on."
*Scratch*
Urgh, Akira finding her ears bleeding everytime a record player made that sound.
"I'll put this on instead, can't be having the filth listen in to us. Especially with the way they infiltrate groups and allow their staff to manipulate people into relationships. It's why we have to be careful about any groups we approach or approach us. The ones that followed the witch and killed people during the 80's are still around at Scotland Yard." Nathaniel said as he put on a track of pretty much the sort you would have to bear in a shop lift.
She nodded at that, nothing more needed to be said on that matter.
"Anyways, hope everything went well in Odawara with the meeting with Oboro and Saburo? I certainly hope it's milder where you are. It's bloody freezing up ere in Newcastle. Gods why did they have to make this city so damn cold and windy," Nathaniel said.
Then for a second, she could see Nathan putting down the tab and rubbing his gloves together as moist came out of his breath before he brought his rounded face back into Akira's view.
Akira chucked a bit at Nathaniel's poor predicament of being cold in his favourite city of England. That and thinking Newcastle was cold like at all. Nathan raised his eyebrows beneath his Oakleys as Akira grinned widely.
"Oh Nathaniel, you still think Newcastle is cold? After all our time in Russia and Eastern Europe during the war and last few years. When there were days we didn't even go outside because we would get frostbite or because we couldn't see beyond the front door of our base because the winter fog was so deep that you felt your energy being sucked out by it."
"Hard to forget how cold Russia was. There were days I wondered if we were ever going to reach Moscow and end that war we had been pretty much fighting for 5 years by then. Remember how long we were bogged down in St Petersburg and basically suffering cabin fever because of it with the others?"
"Nearly three months. It certainly brought up tensions between us and who we were with at the time, but we did get to see some of the lovely sights of the city around the way and got to really have a proper snow fight between us all,"
"Remember our time in the Scottish highlands when it was just the two of us and we were living off the land, you know when we took our... pilgrimage…" Akira trailing off at the end, twirling a lock of her hair as she remembered, remembered the days of those trials, the trials the gods had given the pair.
Nathaniel's face went all flustered at Akira's remarks as he mumbled sounds, unsure on what to say as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. Then brought the very hand in front of his face. Glazing steady as the dew escaped from his breath. Eyebrows furrowing that Akira knew Nathan was in thought.
"Apologises Akira, but i'm going to move for a sec, hang on will you?"
Standing up from his ill equipped chair. Akira could only see the up-close side of Nathan's black suit as he heard what sounded like Nathaniel tinkering with the window handle. until he eventually stopped and pointed the Clements tablet to show the city that is Newcastle in full view form the opened window.
Like many cities across both the borders. Better days it had seen, where once there had been a lively port where ships would come on from all across the world. Bringing in a variety of trade with them, the mines that were once open flourished with sakuradite and coal mining, a secure job for the working class people that made up much of the population. Solidarity in believing in the good of the community. Now, the factories that once pop the fumes of smoke lay silent and marked with sullen dirt. Old housing estates built to house as many workers near to the mines as possible remained as a mark of the pasts grip with for sale or rent signs clogging the very small gardens or windows that lay at the front. The cranes that lined up the coast that faced the South Shields barely moving, with only the rare sound of small fishing boats blaring their horns. The Parks remain littered, even the trees looked deader than they usually do during the months of winter. No doubt council cutbacks have affected the grounds-keeping it of it all.
The war they had fought in had reached even to their parts of Britain, with the work of the Russian sub missiles still leaving their scars across the eastern coast of England, they had even found a few that remain undetonated, one poor middle aged man had the bad luck of setting one off by accident when he had come across it.
Edinburgh, Aberdeen and Glasgow had seen their share of these attacks as well that still left it recovering to this day with the overcrowding of the tower blocks in the latter case after the poll tax came into effect that robbed people further of rebuilding their lives.
'And to think they say we won that war.'
But yet, the sounds of people at the markets could be heard. Traffic speeding along, young beavers helping elderly folks to get around. People in bright vests giving drinks to those that were homeless. Lights shining in all the buildings in view, there was still life here and in various other cities. Those living their lives no matter what came their way. Akira had recently been back to Glasgow and saw with her own eyes people going on as if the war had never happened. People in bars having a good laugh, nightclubs still ongoing every weekend. The footy still lively as ever.
Akira could hear the whispering of the sound of thunder as the winds start to fluffle Nathaniel's hair and the bottom of his suit jacket as he held his free hand out to the clouds. As if he was looking to grasp something in it.
"Y-Yeah, that was something I hope we never go through again. Of the melting sleet and ever burden of mushy snow. Crowning in icy wet coldness that dragged into what little clothes we had that weren't already ruined or torn, wet through or muddied to the point we had to sleep in utter wetness most nights in those leaky tents we had as we ascended further in our…pilgrimage. It was as if Danu herself was controlling all the water around us and blasting us and blessing us equally as we undertook each trail and trying to find meaning. But we came through it all, no matter what they threw at us, together we unsheathed ourselves to each other fully, even the parts that we only ever kept to ourselves. Finally shredding the skins in which society had plastered over us for our entire lives up to that point. We-became-reborn." Nathaniel shiverly said.
"All of that led us to our path, to where… she finally answered our prayers, right when we had proven we were worthy of what Diarmuid left the world. And so began our song to the world." Akira added on.
"Indeed Akira, now we are ready to write the ballad that we have waited patiently to write. They shall hear the strings of the harps and the sweet ."
"What is dead may never die." Akira. Clinging to her cross around her neck as she closed her deep blue eyes.
"What is dead may never die." Nathan responded.
"But rises again, stronger than ever." Both said in perfect sync at the same time.
A fleeing moment of silence gripped the tablets. Thoughts need not be said as the flow of time carried the serenity that was abound.
Akira opened her eyes to see Nathaniel again. Taking a sip from that water bottle. Releasing a small sigh of pleasure from being re-hydrated. Taking a quick bite of his sandwich to sate his hunger.
"But anyways, if you are cold. Make sure put on a few layers of clothing both upper and lower body. It's the perfect chance for you to well… you know." Akira podded off at the end, shifting her eyes and nodding her head in the process.
"I'm already wearing layers underneath my suit see?" Nathaniel showed by bringing up his cowboy boot to the table, taking it off his right foot and showing his black sock covered foot. Then moving this trouser up to show his knee high pink rose patterned socks woven underneath his black socks that cover to his ankle.
Akira grinned widely at the display.
"Oh suits you sir. Are you also wearing what I got you for Christmas?"
"I am indeed, they are so comforty to wear overall, thanks for getting them for me." Nathaniel sheepishly smiled as he played about with his stud in his ear.
"I'm glad, it really means a lot to me that you embrace this with such passion and affection. Though I do enjoy you as you are all the same as well." Akira said as she brushed a lock of hair behind her right ear and slyly smiled.
"Same here, it means a lot to me a lot that i can show this part of myself to someone and not be judged for it, not be scolded. Whilst earlier in my life, I-I wouldn't have been able to. T-There was no one i knew that would have accepted that part of myself. That you accept me for it Akira is-is part of why-why you mean so much to me." Nathaniel said as he stuttered throughout as a tint of rose flamed up his cheeks and his smile became sheepish.
Then he cleared his throat and his demeanour returned to being serious. Akira followed suit.
"To turn this back round to your question on beforehand on the meeting. It did go well yes, i somehow managed to get through the pitch and points you laid out in your notes to me despite them being pretty much the size of a report that took me hours to go through on the flight over from India. Despite having to cut down on it to fit the time-frame i had with them. Honestly Nathaniel, you have a habit of over explaining or detailing something too much for most to handle in one go. I know and understand its part of who you are, that it helps manage your condition, your anxiety and showing how detailed you are in your work. Making sure there's no misunderstandings. But you know the old saying, less is more at times." Akira softly said to Nathaniel as they shifted about in their tight jeans to get more comfortable, wiggling their toes currently wrapped in the oh so comfortable yellow mid calf wools.
Taking a sip of their glass of red wine from the bedside that she had found in the fridge . A bit dry Akira thought for a 5 star hotel that boasted to be one of the best in the world, but still tasteful enough for her to drink and enjoy over the fine evening along with the food she had to engorge upon. Though she could feel herself needing a cuppa soon enough.
Nathan merely shrugged his shoulders in return.
"Hey, I never said you had to use all of which I gave you, I trust you to work things out for yourself. Besides, you love the sound of your voice anyways so the more the merrier for you to sing to people." Nathaniel's cheeks practically spread when he said that.
Akira frowned deeply at that last remark. The cheek of him to say that about her.
"... I do not love the sound of my own voice Nathaniel Ludovic Andre. Excuse me for a few minutes would you. I'm going to enjoy some of this feast you have denied me thus far." She denied as she looked away in a huff.
"Oh Akira, you know I meant that as a compliment. Might as well take a break as i need a piss all the same and i'm going to have my lunch. Might not be as grandiose as your tea. But it's still a meal. You can't beat Woolworth's Pick and Mix, may it last forever." Nathaniel called out as he went silent soon after that.