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I thank Reiko Yoshihara for my inspiration from his wonderful story & characters in Ai no Kasubi & Kira Takenouchi for the use of her characters from the Taming Riki site. I only take their creations out to play & and try to return them damage free (most of the time) Only the story I have them perform for your pleasure, is mine. I hope you enjoy it.
He bumped into me today. I knew he did it on purpose despite the fact that before his escape, when the prospect was imminent of me being taken for a mind wipe and him being executed for deivant behavior, I had ordered him to stay away from me if he escaped and I didn't. I told him if Jupiter should find out about us and send someone to arrest either of us, if he escaped he was to never approach me again, for his own safety. Never mind me, Jupiter would not order me killed no matter what I had done but he, Riki would certainly be executed, and most likely excruciating tortured first because Jupiter is a vindicative bitch. His safety was so much more important to me than my own in those days and still is and always will be. "Riki, damn it, don’t you ever follow orders?" I remember that the last day of our life together started just like any other, I woke up in my lover’s arms and he in mine. It was the perfect start to any day with Riki, though usually it went down hill from there but not as much as it did that day almost three years ago. Has it been over two years since last I kissed him on the lips as I pushed my “horse cock” as Riki liked to call it, into his sanctum and heard the breathy "ah, ah, ah," that was uniquely Riki’s sweet song of sex? Has it been so long since I awakened him slowly with my well lubed fingers sliding into his tight ass? Over two years since I last took a heady whiff of his sweet body, his hair so clean, scented with the herbs from his favorite shampoo? Two years since he snuggled close and lovingly caressed my body and I, his in return? Almost three years already? A lifetime it seems. So long ago and the hunger for him still burns in my body and soul. Just to think of him brings me to life with a surge of remembered passion as I long to push into him and kiss him and make him mine over and over. A lifetime ago when he was mine, my beloved pet, my forbidden lover, the person nearest to my heart that was now dead in my chest except it ached so much when I thought of him, that it couldn’t be dead. Almost three years ago, when I owned his body and he owned my soul? And, even these long years later, he still does. I remember… that the press of his body to mine from thigh to chest for just that short second as he moved into my way was enough to bring the dead part of me to life instantly, to make me want to weep right there in public for the loss of my happiness. Happiness that was carried away by that clever, daring little mongrel who could never follow my orders for long, as he muttered a false apology for the bump, and after a searching look into my face, tucking his head down to shadow his face from anyone else’s sharp gaze. I know he hurried away thinking that I wouldn’t know the touch of him and the scent of him instantly. If I were blind I would know that body, know who the impetuous soul was who was careless enough to make contact with my own body. Even if I were really mind wiped and blinded too, against all odds I would know that this person was dear to me. Of all the senses, scent was the most primitive and somewhere deep inside me the sweet scent of his body against mine would awaken the knowledge that here was someone I could not live without if I had a choice. If I only had a choice but I don’t, not now, and I have reconciled myself to, not ever being with him again. I wanted to grab him to me and press our bodies close, so close that the tiniest sliver could not be wedged between us, not even the tiniest wedge of time could pass between the beating of his heart and mine. But I must remember that to keep him safe despite his boldness, I must let no hint of awareness of who he is, what he is to me even after the long passage of time, show in my face or my eyes. But no, instead there must be that unknowing, annoyed stare to return his quick searching glance. If he senses that I am not mind wiped, I know that nothing on this planet will keep him from me. So I stop and glare at him as a Blondie might at some clumsy oaf who dares to not watch where he is going and accidentally touches the body of Iason Mink, the Head of the Syndicate still, even after the supposed mind wipe. I snarl a curt order for him to watch where he was going. I watch as he quickly searches my face for any sign of recognition but I keep my joy at touching him inside where my heart sings from that brief, fleeting moment of ecstasy. "Riki, Riki, Riki, today our bodies touched and I felt alive for the first time in almost three years." My former Furniture Katze, still the secret head of the Underground Market of Amoi and keeper of my reckless darling Riki, was suddenly at his shoulder and I could tell by his wide-eyed look of alarm that he saw what my lover had done. Later that day I would tell him to give Riki the sternest admonition for such reckless behavior. I would instruct Katze to inform him of orders given by me long ago that he was to be shipped to a distant world and stranded there if he ever put himself in such danger again. It must never be allowed to happen but I knew my Riki, knew what a stubborn, reckless creature he was, how headstrong he could be. My beloved wild child, if to prevent his capture by Jupiter I had to send him to the most distant reaches of the galaxy, I would. Katze must warn him that, if necessary, he will be given only the minimum amount he needs to survive on another world, just to insure that he would never have enough money to come back and place himself in such danger again. I would do something that drastic to keep him safe. Katze must make him believe that all these orders were of long standing rather than made up that same day, after his rash act. He must believe that they were set up before we were separated or my bright Pet would eventually figure out that the orders were given to Katze after the fact of his dangerous move and if they were, then it was I who created them. He would know that I had to remember him in order to give Katze these detailed orders to prevent him from being so daring and risky with his painfully paid for safety. Katze had to convince him that in the event he tried such a risky thing ever again, he would be deported so fast his head would spin. I couldn’t let him do such a dangerous thing though it made my heart sing with joy when we touched. For that heady risk of bumping into me, I should spank him. But really, I only wanted to kiss him deeply, madly, passionately. If only it was possible, if we could have just one private moment. But we never will have that precious moment and more importantly, he can never know that I remember. Oh God how I love him, how I miss him, how my heart aches that we must be separated forever. But at least I have the consolation of knowing that I told him before we parted just how much I love him.
I remember on the day they came to punish us for our forbidden love I was finally able to confess my love for that adorable scamp just before I knocked him out and sent him on his way to safety. I remember like it was only hours ago… as usual that day, before breakfast Riki had earned himself a spanking, sometimes I delivered it at the moment of infraction and sometimes it was only a minor thing that could be put off until after breakfast so we could all eat in peace. That morning he had come to the table nude as he so often did and hadn’t moved fast enough to get dressed when I ordered it, which I always did when he wandered around the apartment nude. I loved seeing his naked, golden tan body with his cute little butt wiggling and he knew it but really, not before breakfast. It was an infraction to be dealt with after he dressed and also, I decided, after breakfast. I can still hear his sassy reply as he was sauntering his way to his bedroom swinging his hips as he always did to give his butt and his cock little more wiggle. The echo of "you like me like this," still sounds in my mind, and also the sudden commotion at the front door a moment later signaling the end of our life together as Master and Pet, as lovers and so much more. He is my happiness, the sunshine in my day, the feel of a cool breeze in the heat of summer, the cold drink that quenches my burning thirst, the beat of my heart, the opiate for all my pain, my sassy little Pet, my cherished lover who I will love to the end of my lonely days.
That fateful day, my Head of Security, Odi ran into the room tersely informing us that Jupiter’s troops were at the door requesting admittance. The house guards Askel and Freyn were stalling them by refusing to open the door due to, they were yelling into the intercom, a malfunction. The troopers were yelling back that they had come to take me and Riki before Jupiter to stand trial on charges of illegal intercourse with each other. Damn it! I knew Riki’s impulsive attack on my body in that hallway last night had been seen. It was hard to miss the fact that my tongue was down his throat and his hand was down the front of my pants. That bastard from Luxor must have seen and reported it after all. I remember being concerned at the time but when he didn’t give us a second glance I thought that maybe he had missed it or it was over quicker than I realized. Apparently not, on either count. I remember when the pounding on the door began, time seemed to stand still. My chef Tai had just started setting down plates of breakfast food I remember he started and almost dropped dish he was about to hand Katz. At the first burst of that loud threatening order, even before Odi rushed in to warn us, we all performed as planned and rehearsed multiple times in the years since I realized just how much Riki meant to me, everyone except for Riki who ran into my arms instead of immediately going with Katze and Daryl to the hidden door leading to safety. We all had practiced it over and over, but as Riki so often did, he refused to do as ordered. He started tugging on my arm as if he could ever move me if I didn’t want to move, urging me to hurry and come with him to safety. Tai quickly threw the extra breakfasts, dishes and all down the disposal leaving only mine in view. It was to make it appear as if I had given the staff and my darling Pet a day off and was eating a solitary meal. So that my being alone in the house except for my bodyguards, wouldn't raise suspicions that there were others in the house with me who had just escaped through a secret passage. Odi, Tai, Katze, and Daryl were to go through the passageway to safety because I wasn’t sure that the troops from Jupiter would respect the fact that they were innocent bystanders in our crime. Riki had to go because I knew Jupiter was a jealous bitch and would order Riki to an ugly death as soon as she had her grasping hands on him. Ayuda, my personal bodyguard and the other two guards were paid to take the abuse that might be measured out to anyone in the apartment besides me. Because they were professional bodyguards, they would have to put up a good front anyway, of trying to protect me from being taken from my home no matter who was knocking at the door. The troopers would expect and respect that fact and not go too hard on them, we hoped.
I remember… Riki wasn’t co-operating, he was urging me to leave with them and I just couldn’t do that. If I did then the guards would know there was a secret passage somewhere in the house and would try to beat the truth out of my bodyguards and though I paid them to take some abuse in protecting me, they would be arrested as accessories if I was gone with the others and they remained, when they should be where ever I was. I had to stay in the house with my guards to throw off any suspicions of the fact that my darling pet was escaping as they stood talking to me. Riki was cursing and crying in panic because he couldn't budge me. When pulling me didn’t work, frantically he began to try to push me toward the escape door. He slammed his naked body into mine to make me move but I didn't, though my heart ached to go with him. Katze was wrestling with him trying to pull him to safely which I had long ago ordered was his first priority even over his lover, Daryl. Riki was still trying to push me on my way and fight Katze’s efforts off at the same time. Odi was poised at the escape door holding it open for the others. There was no time for this bullshit. I pulled Riki close, kissed him deeply and quickly, and whispered that I loved him with all my heart then I cold cocked him and caught his limp, nude body as he collapsed. I threw him to Katze, called out the combination to Riki’s pet ring so it could be removed and watched as his companions in the flight to safety and the young man I loved, raced to the secret door to place themselves out of my life, as far as we all knew, forever. If by some stroke of bad luck Jupiter was more angry with me than interested in forgiving her favorite Blondie and I was executed I would be out of Riki's life forever and he had to realize that life goes on no matter what. If I wasn’t executed I knew I would be mind wiped. If Jupiter ordered me mind wiped I would never remember Riki again. The only thing important to me at that moment was getting Riki away to safety before the front door gave way and Jupiter’s troops surged in and began to search the place. The door to the safe passage out of the building barely closed to be hidden by the false wall when the front door burst open. My bodyguards put up a good fight until I ordered them to stop resisting. Ayuda and the twins gave a good account of themselves and I actually could have escaped if I wanted to but all I really needed was to delay the guards until Katze, Riki and the others were well away.
I remember… From the day I realized I was deeply in love with my bright, beautiful mongrel boy, only weeks after I took him as my unwilling Pet, I knew this day would come and had planned for it in every possible way. As I was confronted and questioned by Jupiter’s guards, Odi and Katze were taking the others to the safe house, which was hidden in plain sight. In only a few minutes, I knew they would be in a private elevator to the penthouse of a hotel that I secretly owned about a block away from my apartment. I could see it from my balcony and I liked that but in the years to come it would prove to be a torture to be that close, close enough to see one of his shielded penthouse windows and yet so far away. Thanks to Katze and his computer savvy the ownership of this hotel was hidden behind the cover of hundreds of blind companies to make the trail of ownership impossible to follow in order to avoid Jupiter’s eagle eye as to my involvement with the place. Riki’s cover was already established, had been established as soon as I realized just how important he was to me. They would all be hiding in the luxury apartment of a wealthy young man who used to be the poor hanger-on of the diplomat of a very minor world on the outskirts of the galaxy. When the economy of this little world collapsed leaving the diplomat and his entourage stranded, everyone managed to find passage home but this poor young man who was abandoned and stranded with no one to appeal to for help. As an orphan, he had no one on his home world to help him to get back home or inquire after his welfare.
The story that will be going around was that with desperation and tremendous luck he managed to invest his remaining meager savings in a very hot stock only to see it quadruple over and over again until he had more money that he could spend in three lifetimes. All of this was documented thanks to Katze’s expertise with forged papers, computer manipulation and bribes of certain citizens who would say that they vaguely remembered the young man before his amazing luck. An unassuming young man had already been living in the penthouse since the day Katze Odi and I made up this cover for the boy I loved. When Katze carried the still unconscious Riki into the luxury apartment, no one saw them enter because it was the secret back elevator entrance into the apartment. The young man already in residence was just waiting to take up his duties as the loyal, very well paid Furniture of Richard (Rick) Darkner. I know, an amazingly stupid alias but it was the one that Riki, my darling Riki the Dark, the scourge of the streets of Midas, leader of the dreaded gang Bison had insisted on despite the best arguments of me or Katze and Odi. We finally gave in since the rest of his cover story was airtight. After all, who would look for a shaggy, dark haired mongrel settled securely in his very own penthouse, only a block from the penthouse of his master. As instructed, Katze was to keep Riki partially sedated until everything was over and while under heavy sedation several details of Riki’s appearance were to be taken care of. His hair was to be dyed a permanent silvery Platinum, down to his lashes, eyebrows, and body hair, what he had of it. I remember how smooth, blemish free, silky skinned and hairless that lithe, well toned, golden body was. It was a joy to slide my hand over it in a tender caress. I miss the feel and the scent of him even now. The color of his eyes were to be chemically altered to a deep lavender and before his skin tone was lightened several shades, his face was to be altered slightly. I ordered Katze to oversee the ever so slight change in the shape of his cheekbones, his chin, his nose, the shape of his brows and his ears which were given a slight point in keeping with the inhabitants of his supposed home world. Just a little change, enough to make his face not match any computer scanned analysis of his features. He had the look of a fey, elfin-like creature, a little more youthful and slightly more feminine than his usual tough mongrel look, in other words the perfect copy of the stranded youth of the world of K-10. And of course his double, Adam had been living on Amoi for the last 5 years as this young man. Coming and going for all to see when he wanted them to but really mostly visible by his constant use of the penthouse and the prompt mortgage payment on the tenth of every month according to his bank statement and hotel records. By all accounts, Riki was a certified off-world denizen, wealthy and eccentric and so embitter by his abandonment on Amoi that he had renounced citizenship to K-10 and refused to ever talk about his home world, having applied and taken up legal citizenship and residency on the planet he was abandoned on before becoming wealthy. When asked why Amoi, he had once replied succinctly, “It suits me to a T.” I had to laugh when we decided to let this comment slip into the known facts about the reclusive young man. It was word play on the fact that Riki had spent many hours of punishment in the T stand at my apartment before we finally became lovers.
Being lightly drugged would allow his slow absorption of the televised proceedings of my trial and the eventual guilty plea which then stopped the spectacle of Iason Mink on trial for illegal sexual misconduct with a highly irregular non-citizen Pet, or to put it bluntly, for fucking his dirty little mongrel. It allowed Riki to be aware of the trial, to know what was going on with me but to not feel the circumstances too deeply, in other words to acclimatize his brain to the facts of my new future and his own. Things went as planned and several months later it was discovered by Jupiter’s hack legal team that my very clever, highly paid lawyers from off world had made sure that my property could not be confiscated even if I was executed. It is amazing what you can get with an unbelievable amount of money thrown in the right directions. Thank God Jupiter was a cheap bitch and refused to pay top dollar for legal advice. My holdings were sacrosanct, despite the best efforts of Jupiter’s legal advisors, they were held in an unbreakable trust by my estate. It named Raoul as my executor if I was still alive and unable to perform the duties of managing my own life adequately after my mind wipe.
I was counting on the fact of the remnants of Jupiter’s affection for me to keep the order of execution from over my head. Months after my trial, when after what seemed like hours of deliberation, she ordered a limited mind wipe, my knees went weak with relief. The Bitch still loved me. I remember how my heart thudded in my chest, as I was lead in chains down a public thoroughfare to the clinic where Raoul was readying my procedure. Apparently my crime, the crime of physically loving my Pet though not a crime exclusively mine of course in Elite society, merited the public humiliation of being led nude and chained through the streets before my mind wipe was to occur. In one of our constant arguments about my obsession with my darling Pet, my close friend Raoul had vowed that even though he was the head of the mind reorientation department he would never be the one to erase my memories if the order was given because of my dangerous association with Riki. It was given after what seemed like endless weeks of confinement awaiting Jupiter’s pleasure. Under my outward calm I was afraid in those minutes of my last appearance in court before hearing Jupiter’s final decision on what the punishment of her favorite Blondie should be, knowing there was no appeal from Jupiter’s ruling. I went weak with a combination of dread and relief when she ordered that my memories of the last five years were to be completely erased. Riki was to be burned from my mind and if there was any residual damage to my brain, well then, too bad. It wasn’t as severe a procedure as she had ordered for one of our Blondie friends when she made him practically a mindless idiot, but Raoul was to burn out as much of my brain as was necessary to erase my little Love from my mind forever. I was trusting Raoul to keep his word and only play at wiping my mind. If he did as promised, with him as my temporary guardian I would then play the dullard who would take months to recover but would eventually resume my duties as the Head of the Syndicate, with all trace of Riki apparently removed. I remember, as I walked along the street, shackled to reinforce my shame, praying to God, one of the only times I did so in my adult life, to let me survive this procedure with my memory intact.
“Please God, let Raoul keep his word to perform a fake procedure as he promised.” If it was a fake mind wipe, Riki was never to be told that I still remembered him. It was part of my gratitude to Raoul, he hated my relationship with Riki and asked that I never associate with the little Mongrel again if he was going to place himself at risk by doing a fake mind wipe right under Jupiter’s nose. It was the least I could do to thank him for taking such a dangerous risk for an old friend and lover. Besides if Riki knew I still remembered him, there would come a day when he would show up on my doorstep and reveal the entire deception. He was so impetuous and I had no faith then, that he would ever outgrow that impulsiveness. Raoul kept his word and even today I wonder just how hard that was for him to do that, how great was the temptation of really erasing the memory of my beloved Pet, his rival. After all how would I ever know if he did? But he did keep his word and when I woke up I could close my eyes and still see Riki’s sassy look when he was being naughty and the look of rapture on his face when I fucked him. I remember how long that first half year felt when I could only watch my darling with the use of the most sophisticated spy ware embedded in every corner of every room of that penthouse, his haven of safety. After the supposed mind wipe I stayed at Raoul’s so I couldn’t see my darling in those first months when Katze finally reduced the amount of opiates to nothing but still kept Riki under the influence of tranquilizers and under close supervision at all times. Those months Riki was never to be let out of the apartment without someone accompanying him but at first he never asked to go anywhere after he was told that I was mind wiped.
I remember… The only time I visited Riki’s intended hide away before we finally had to use it, I made sure there was no balcony to the outdoors. There was none for the obvious reason that I vividly remembered that one time when Riki was terribly depressed, as he stood balanced on my apartment balcony ledge and actually leaned out into the cold breeze only to be pulled back by my arms at the last minute. So there was no balcony, but there was a large, magnificent indoor garden and pool area and a running track along the outside wall of a half retractable dome so that Riki could get some real sun and exercise. Most of that first year in the penthouse he was not allowed out of the penthouse at all for fear that he would call attention to himself and be arrested, but I underestimated him. It soon became apparent that in such a short time he had matured in ways I didn’t expect and he would never endanger others just to catch a glimpse of me. But he was different, I could see it everyday when I was able to watch him, he never smiled or laughed, he cried when he thought he was alone and whispered my name into an empty room and told me over and over that he loved me as if I was there to hear his confession. I did hear it each time and ached to tell him that I loved him too. While he was confined, he took up reading, of all things, but it was obvious that sometimes he was just staring at the page never turning it, lost in his memories, I was selfish enough to hope he was thinking of us. I could tell he was when a tear would trail down his cheek as he sat hunched over in what looked like the same kind of pain that I was feeling. I remember he told Katze that once, when I was urging him to take up reading I had told him that books were the doorway to other worlds, other times and places and I knew he was using them as I watched him, as an escape from the world of that moment, the painful world where I supposedly didn’t remember him any longer. When he wasn’t watching the latest gathering of Blondies on the local news he mostly read and such a variety of titles, he still had the capacity to surprise me. My Riki a literary scholar, who would have guessed? He read with such diligence and intensity and I remember when he began to watch the news it was with the same focus. I watched him as he watched the latest coverage of a Blondie event, I could tell he was searching each crowd of Blondies, hungry for any sign of me. No one told him any more than that I had been mind wiped and that I was Ok, just not able to mingle and attend social functions for several months more. The way he searched I knew he didn’t believed what the others told him about my being unable to attend any functions until I recovered from the ordeal of even a partial mind wipe. He had to see for himself that I was not in any televised crowd. It was almost a year later that I began to seriously worry about him when I saw he had grown so depressed that he almost stopped eating and had stopped reading all together, when he began to watch the Vid endlessly searching for my face. I had started appearing in public again several months after my mind wipe and at first it didn’t affect his reading very much. I guess seeing me those first times I ventured out, was creating the pain he was trying to avoid so he tried to keep his attention on the imaginary worlds of books where the pain of my mind wipe didn’t intrude. For a long time that worked but slowly his attention was drawn more and more by my appearance on the Vid and his appetite began to disappear. It was then we decided to let him out for exercise to see if it would stimulate his appetite. If he could go outside to get some air that he would consider free since there would be no walls containing him and perhaps see me from afar... hopefully that would be enough to encourage him to eat better.
I remember… When I first appeared, there was an excited buzz over the fact that I was finally out and about. I was the scandalously notorious, mind wiped Iason Mink, permanently cured of my infatuation for my mongrel pet the notorious Riki the Dark who had disappeared from the face of Amoi. I was paraded around as “an example” and sadly, “not quiet as “sharp” as he used to be.” I was a better actor than I thought I could be. After I started going out and we finally let Riki go out, I actually saw him often from a distance, it was almost better than seeing him through the camera in every room of his penthouse because there was the possibility of actually touching him, though I never would have done so and put him in such danger. He was dressed conservatively to blend in, with his hair covered by a cap but I seemed to have a built in radar for him and I could usually spot him fairly easily as he stood at the edge of a crowd with other citizens, gawking at each exclusive gathering of Elites and the highest of the high, Blondies. After a few months he looked healthier I knew that he was eating again and sleeping better but I knew him so well that I could see there was something going on in his mind. I learned what it was when he did "it" almost a year later. It was at the entrance to one of these celebrity gatherings when he made his move and accidentally bumped into me, shattering my insulated world with that instance of contact, the shock of the touch of his body against mine was as vivid as if I took hold of a high voltage line and held it to my heart. He made me feel again, when I had tried so hard to kill all feeling to avoid the pain of our separation. He made my heart sing and my body thrum with the longing of his body next to mine. I almost cried aloud with the shock and pain and joy of it. His action was torture for me and I know for him but I never wondered why he would put himself through that ordeal. I really couldn’t blame him or get angry except for the risk he took, since he didn’t know that what he did was torture for me too. But even then I don’t think it would have stopped him, he was as hungry for the touch of me as I was for the touch of him. He was used to the ache of remembering and wanting and if he knew I was too then he would have done something even more daring despite the danger and we would have been doomed for our love despite my efforts to keep him safe. We were soul mates separated by cruel circumstances; he was aching for me every moment just as I was aching for him. He tortured himself with the sporadic sightings of me and why shouldn’t he? I tortured myself every day with the sight of him living in that penthouse without me, so close but so far away. But still, he must never again dare to get so close to me.
I must always remember that I can never attempt to contact him or he will be in the gravest danger from Jupiter’s wrath. Riki knew that but being the wild child he so often could be when we were together, after that wonderful, painful physical contact he gave into his impulse several times and called my private line. He couldn’t know it but it was now his and my private, secure line. I kept it and had another installed for others to call on but this one was his and mine exclusively, it was off the grid, an untraceable illegal line. I knew that he would eventually call and when he did I almost cried even though he said nothing that first couple of times, just listened to my voice and then he would hang up. I wanted to tell him that I missed him so much. I wanted to make arrangements for us to meet but that was madness, we could never meet again as long as Jupiter was still in power. He suffered and I suffered but I began to realize that he was suffering alone and at least I had someone to comfort me. Raoul became my lover again though it was almost an affair by route. The fire was gone and it took him several months of me crying on his shoulder after coitus to realize that the passion was really gone for him now as well as for me. It was like an old habit, done almost without thought and he had his own Pet at home who he began to realize was his real love. He and Yui were lucky, the crime they committed was not nearly as severe as Riki’s and mine. Yui was a registered citizen before he became a Furniture, not a nothing with-no-standing-anywhere dirty mongrel and Raoul was not endangered by being Jupiter’s favorite. I still was. Periodically I had to go to visit Jupiter and pretend that I loved her, sometimes to perform for her and cry out her name at the moment of my comming, But all I really wanted to do was spit in her hologram face and never see her again. I wanted to tear out her processor and gut her circuit boards. Someday I promised myself I would reduce her back into the non-sentient computer she was designed to be and Amoi would be free of her insanity. I hated Jupiter as much as I loved and missed Riki.
I remember… The day he bumped into me, he also picked my pocket as I hoped he would. I always carried the wallet he gave me the first Christmas we spent together. At the time he didn’t realize just how universally well known I was, that I had no need of a wallet to carry an identity card. I am Iason Mink, everyone but perhaps Riki and his like, knew who I was and the power the name Iason Mink carries in all of the civilized world of Amoi and the galaxy it is part of. Except perhaps for the slums of the unwashed, unwanted, non-citizens of Ceres where Riki was the dark prince of power. There he was the ruler of his own domain, infamous as the leader of the Bison gang. Used to being the most important person in his world, he refused to acknowledge that the real human ruler of all of Amoi, even of his little unimportant fiefdom, was one Iason Mink. He was clever in getting around the police, keeping from running afoul of the gangs of the Underground Market while getting his needs filled for free through cunning, guile and theft. He and his gang defied the established system. Thumbing their nose at the ruling class was a game they loved to play. When it got to be a nuisance I decided to give Katze a hand in curtailing it. I figured that cutting the head off of such an annoying gang of youths would sent them back to their den with their tails between their legs and I was right. After Riki became my Pet the Bison never really recovered their edge. The young man who took over was just not as sharp and clever as Riki the Dark and they went back to being a minor problem. When I rescued him from that gang of thugs who were going to beat the crap out of him I already knew who he was. I’d set up the encounter and then rescued him. It amused me to have him in my debt. I was curious about this small dark prince of the slums and wanted to know just what he would do if he was indebted to someone of a higher class. I was amused by his arrogance. It was the rough charm of his high and mighty attitude and the sheer physical beauty of this dark prince which caught my interest and made me decide to keep him rather than just teach him a lesson. After seeing his lithe golden body in that sordid little hotel room and being entranced by his natural haughtiness I wanted to see just how lovely he would be after I tamed him. Little did I know that I would be caught in his trap just as firmly as he was caught in mine. The following Christmas he gave me the wallet and I cherished it from the first moment I opened that package. After seeing all the expensive things I got from others he almost didn’t give it to me but when he turned to leave the room I noticed he had a small wrapped box hidden behind his body and insisted that he give it to me. Even though I had no use for it, and he probably stole it, I was touched by the shy gesture and charmed by the look of embarrassment on my beautiful Pet’s face. In thinking back it was the best gift I have ever received because it was given to me by the rough, fey, fascinating mongrel named Riki the Dark, who had my heart by that time though I knew I didn’t have his but I was determined to do everything I could to win his love...except set him free and yet he gave me that wallet in the first year of our being together. And now finally, I have set him free and we are both in such pain because of it. Then I gave him back the wallet as a symbol of my love for him. Now he has the wallet and photos of us together and he still has my heart though he may never know it. I cherished that wallet and started carrying it close to my heart, with my favorite photos inside. That sentimentality surprised me but I found I couldn’t reject the symbolism of that simple, stolen gift and though I had never felt the need to carry a photo of anyone before, I needed to carry one of him in the gift he had so lovingly given me. Later I carried a selection of my favorites of him and a few of the both of us together and now I passed them on to him. “Be satisfied with that my Darling and stay away from me, it is all I can give you of the two of us. We are dead to each other but I will always love you and watch over you. Be well my darling, sleep well for me.” As some ancient author once said, "Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow... that I shall bid you adieu till the morrow." But for us there will be no tomorrow. I never knew that my heart could ache so painfully and that I could miss anyone as much I miss you.
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