Author's Note: A short chapter, for all those who wanted it. If you still want it, don't hesitate to review! I have another chapter coming with the introduction of the Dawn Brigade and the wonderful Edward/Leonardo pair! But only reviews will get you further than that. Thanks for the motivation.

Waxing Gibbous

Reyson regretted his actions as soon as he saw just how high the building was. He still didn't know much about guns and all, but he might as well have been a sitting duck flying, with much hardship, ever-so-slowly down the building wall. Plus, the east boasted a setting sun, and there were more than enough people down below to capture him just as Tibarn had. Closer to the bottom he wrapped around a couple more buildings away from Tibarn's and managed himself to get well-hidden and thoroughly lost in an alleyway. He lost strength to keep his wings out, as small as they were, and fixed his shirt.

Too stubborn to just sit there and wait for some help, which, granted, he knew would be long in coming- and that's only if someone of devious intentions didn't find him first- Reyson kept going along the unfamiliar streets. They smelled weird, brimstone was in the air, people slid around the corners. Some caught sight of the beautiful man in nothing but shirt, pants, and sandals, but thought nothing of it. Luckily for him, he was to be left on his own tonight until Tibarn found him.

But that wasn't for another few hours. Until then, Reyson became more confident and strode the streets without fear, not even of the disgusting creatures who whistled and honked and called his 'love'.

He chided himself angrily for ever letting himself ever get that far with that 'master Tibarn'. That perverted man who would put him side-by-side by his brother in such licentious positions, who would make him see his brother in such positions. The real Tibarn would have never done any such thing. Forget the fact that he didn't know the old Tibarn's baser nature, what made his blood boil, what made him turn to a volcano of desire.

But it definitely wouldn't be any of that that went on in the apartment, certainly not. He wasn't the least bit attracted to his brother or the scheming wolf witch Nailah. Part of Reyson believed that the old Nailah was capable of making his brother some sort of sex slave and nothing deterred the fact that Rafiel was timid and vulnerable enough to be made a slave. Volug? Volug would do anything Nailah said, of course.

Ironically, with this new confidence and inner chiding, he began to berate himself over his past foolish decisions. First of all, he should have just told Tibarn- the old one- how he felt, taken the stab in the heart if he were to be rejected. But he had not. Then he made that potion from hell with Calill, what idiocy! He really went to far when he let himself be swindled by the fake Tibarn into acting like a complete and utter floozy. He had a proud moment fighting against Tibarn in front of Ashnard, granted, with horrible consequences, but his pride came back full force. But he got comfortable again, with Ulki and Janaff too, with Tibarn spanking him and nearly taking his virginity; making him masturbate side-by-side with his own brother!

And here Reyson stopped in the dark corridor-like back way as guilty thoughts passed through his mind at a dizzying pace before he screamed, "He isn't my brother!"

He fell to his knees in utter despair, pulling heavy sobs from his chest. He had been walking in a strange path for nearly two hours in almost complete darkness. After a bit of feeling sorry for himself, he followed the brightest lights he coulds see and got himself to a busy street filled with those awful cars. Some honked excitedly, a few stopped, yet Reyson stayed from the street, making a show to ignore them. He also kept away from the shops and restaurants or clubs and outside gatherings.

Luckily, it was early enough that the dangerous men weren't creeping around too much, just scouting. Some would have aimed for Reyson, and got him, if Tibarn hadn't flown around an alley and chanced upon him, flying in front of him. Eyes murderous towards these fools, he gave his pet fool an angry glare, pausing long enough to swing a trench coat around his bared torso, expertly hiding his wings. Reyson's back felt horible, like had been hit with a whip twice.

"Reyson..." the Hawk growled. "You idiot."

"I'm not an idiot," Reyson protested, wiggling his toes. He feared being hit by the Master Tibarn, but he was only shaken violently. "Where in the hell were you going to go?! Fucking hell! Do you know how many people will love a hot young man like you for a sex slave, hell, a fucking quickie? Many! Many, Reyson. Damnit!"

For a moment, Reyson was lost in the familiarity of the situation. How many times before, and after, battles had Tibarn given these lectures? Reyson has lost count, and, just then, he felt fleetingly that this Tibarn was exactly the same as the old one.

Staring into those amber eyes, he muttered, softly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just.."

"Don't worry about it! Come on. We're going back."

"O-Okay."

Tibarn made a call on his phone; his tone was a lot less angry now that he has found Reyson and given him a firm talking to. Perhaps the Nailah thing was too much for him. No, it was definitely too much for him, but Tibarn thought it was better if he had a kick-start in this new world instead of him trying to baby him until he was ready. A Gapped laguz could never be ready for this new world.

He then pulled Reyson around a couple of buildings before he finally decided it was good to fly, and through the air they went back to the apartment. Before Tibarn said another word, he clasped handcuffs big enough to go around his ankles and another pair around his wrists. Their chains were long enough that Reyson could move easily, but definitely not long enough for it to be very comfortable.

"How long will I have to wear these?" Reyson asked indignantly.

Tibarn lifted his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "How about forever? What happened tonight will never happen again, Reyson, and I really should beat you fucking senseless."

"Why won't you?"

"You want me to?"

"No," came the quiet answer.

Tibarn looked at the sad sight and answered, "The cuffs are your punishment. No need to punish you twice. Now, go take a shower, and we'll just go to bed early tonight."

"With these on?"

"Yes, with those on, Reyson. Tomorrow, we will look for everyday clothes at Aimee's and something for the party on Sunday."

And so Reyson took a shower, but realized too late that he only had a towel to his name. A white downy feeling towel marked with the first letter of his name. He wrapped himself in this large drying towel, getting a smaller one to tuck his hair. He met Tibarn already in a robe in his room, waiting to do his own washing.

"Glad you know how it works," tibarn greeted. "Come here." He waved his hand in a 'come hither' fashion.

Reyson, albeit crestfallen, walked over, unable to even quake in fear. He was entirely absent of any sort of motivation. Usually any sorto f setback will have him riled to fight even harder, but, at the moment, he felt defeated.

Tibarn wrapped his arms round the heron's waist, now feeling sorry for the poor laguz. "don't make such a face Reyson. Things will get better. With me."

"With you," reyson echoed. He only frowned slightly when Tibarn buried his face into his stomach.

Tibarn was having strong, lustful feelings. Reyson smelled delicious and looked ravishable, but, again, it wasn't the time. Tibarn didn't think it would ever be the time for this bird. The hawk used what little restraint he had to put some clothes on Reyson before going for his own short shower. He came out the bathroom to find the heron still awake, in a fetal position around his pillow. Tibarn sighed.

Reyson felt strong arms envelope him and a heavy, inviting scent surround him.

It wasn't that bad, he thought for a second. If nights were like this, perhaps it's not that bad. Reyson curled closer.