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Brothers in Arms	By : missanime4eva Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey there all. I have a brand new Ai no Kusabi story for ya all. One that I have thinking about for a while now but haven’t had time to write. I already have a few stories on the go at the moment. This would have been out earlier but my computer has been playing up and crashed so I lost a few things but I did have my back up discs so I was saved. Anyway enjoy.
Summary: Riki becomes violently ill and Iason suspects foul play. Setting off a chain of events that will rock Tanagura to its core. The first is enlisting the help of his twin brother, Abel. A Blondie more broken and damaged then shattered glass.
Prologue
‘Here they are Mistress.’
Jupiter stared down with her green soulless eyes at the two small blonde haired twin boys her servants held in their arms. The boys squirmed and fussed but their blue eyes were clear and bright. Intelligence shining through as they took in the world around them. They were perfect. Her golden children. Mirror images of each other. The older of the two tried to reach the other, sensing his little brother was close, cooing softly to him. Inside, her hardware was telling Jupiter that what she was feeling was pride or maybe excitement. After years of planning and waiting, her objective was coming into fruitation.
Iason and Abel Mink. Her sword and shield. One to be her voice, the other, her body.
‘They’re perfect Mistress. Just like you planned.’ Her servant said, pulling Iason up more so he sat just below his shoulder. Iason cooed again for Abel and he responded by chirping back while attempting to chew his tiny feet, gurgling happily.
‘Even at this early stage in their development, they can sense each other.’
‘Yes. As I intend. They will be two halves of the same whole.’ Jupiter floated down and ghostly touched each boy on the forehead. Her beautiful children. ‘Take Iason to the nursery and Abel to the examination room. We must start on his blood work immediately. The earlier we start, the more certainty his blood will be pure when the time comes.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
Her servants bowed and exited Jupiter’s inner sanctum, taking the twins in opposite directions. Iason watch with confused blue eyes as his brother, his other half, was taken away. He reached out a small hand, Abel doing the same before he disappeared around the corner.
7 years later, Jupiter tower’s medical facility.
‘Why are we here? This is not the way to Jupiter’s chambers.’ A young Iason asked the back of Jupiter’s expressionless servant who led him down a sombre grey coloured hallway. He had never been in this part of Jupiter tower before. Had no reason to but every step he took, every breath he inhaled he grew more grateful that he hadn’t. The very air was saturated with the smell of bleach and ammonia. As if every inch of the place had been scrubbed with it to warn off infection. It made Iason nauseous.
‘The mistress has requested you be brought here.’
Ok. Iason might be young but his mind was already highly developed and he had learnt at an early age to commit everything, no matter how small, to memory so the reasons why Jupiter would want him here ran through his mind like a mental list. Every open door passed seemed to be examination rooms or testing labs. Technicians moved about with samples and petri dishes, talking in hushed whispers amongst themselves. Too preoccupied to glance up when they passed. Led down another long grey hallway, Iason finally stepped into what was a wide open courtyard of sorts, the roof cut out like a semi dome, tress of various sizes placed in different locations around the room to allow oxygen. In the middle of the courtyard, a small children’s playground was set up, complete with swings, a slide and some kind of climbing apparatus inside a tall glass fence. It looked… lonely.
‘We’re here, young master.’
Iason looked up. They were standing in front of two white double doors with big red signs indicating that only classified personal were allowed beyond this point and gloves and masks were to be worn at all times.
‘Am I to have an examination?’ Iason asked.
No, young master.’ His escort swiped his clearance card down the card slot on the side of the door and the lights above turned green, a loud beeping following. The man turned around, eyes a startling green and surprisingly placed his hand on Iason’s shoulder. His face still devoid of emotion. ‘You are going to meet your twin brother.’
‘My…twin brother?’ Brother? He had a twin brother? Iason’s blue eyes widened.
A nod. ‘Yes.’ the double doors opened and his escort stepped aside, ‘He’s been waiting for you.’
Iason looked at him then at the open doors. His brother was inside, waiting for him. Before he knew it, his feet had moved forward and the doors closed behind him. Iason glanced back then turned around, his step halting, trying to make out what exactly was in front of him. Toys. Toys everywhere. Stuffed animals, drawings and coloured pencils littered the floor and the small wooden desk was cluttered with craft implements and various colours of open paint. On the other side, an unmade bed, piled high with blankets and sheets. Blue looked to be the winning colour. It kind of resembled a fort. Three large bookshelves lined the back wall, filled with books and models, mostly cars and planes. Some looked quite advanced. Walls that were so white it hurt to even look at them. The only light provided was the globes overhead. No sun. No windows, only air vents and the only other door was at the end of the square room, Iason presumed led to the playground outside. This was where his brother lived? This prison?
Soft humming caught Iason’s attention. It was a soft, comforting melody. Almost like a lullaby. He turned, searching for the source of the humming and found it. In the middle of all the chaos surrounding him, sat a small boy amusing himself with a pile of building blocks, arranging them to look like a tower. It sort of looked like Eos. He wore white cotton pants and shirt which seemed two sizes too big for his little frame.
His long blonde hair covered most of his face but Iason could see the happy smile on his face. A flash of a baby boy’s face with eyes the colour of his own filled his mind. His brother. His forgotten twin brother.
‘Hello.’ Iason called out.
The boy looked up with a start. Iason’s eyes widened. It was like looking into a mirror, staring at himself. Bright blue eyes in a pale face looked at him before a wide smile greeted him a second later. ‘Iason.’ The boy stood up, knocking over his man-made building and ran over, throwing his thin arms around him, catching him by surprise. He had to catch himself from falling but those arms held him so tightly, afraid to let go.
‘You’re here. I didn’t think you’d come. The carers said you were going to but I was scared to believe it.’ He let go, not even taking a breath, grabbing Iason’s hand, dragging him over to his toys.
‘How do you know me?’
‘I’ve always known you were my big brother, Iason. Ever since I was little. It’s ok if you don’t remember me. My name is Abel. Do you want to play with my toys, I have plenty? Or do some drawing? I have lots of books. Are you hungry? It’s not really snack time yet but I could always ask. The carers always bring me snacks.’
Iason didn’t think Abel took a breath through that whole speech. ‘No, I’m fine.’
‘Are you sure?’ Abel got right in his face. ‘I could always ask. I’m not really allowed to go outside. I can if I want to play on my swings or climb on the monkey bars but not outside the fence because they say I could get sick. I get sick really easily so the carers bring me things so I don’t get bored. What is the outside world like? I bet it’s so bright. I can see the sky from my playground. Where do you live? At the Academy?’
‘Yes. Haven’t you ever been outside? Not even once?’ His brother had never been outside. A prisoner for the first years of his life.
‘No, this is all I’ve ever known. But my teddies keep me company. Do you have teddies? I have names for all my teddies. This is Gubber.’ He pointed to his stuffed animals one by one. ‘This is Midget. Ardy. Marcy-’
Boy could his brother talk. Iason had never met someone who talked so much. ‘Do you always talk this much?’
‘All the time. I do it when I’m excited or nervous. I don’t know which. Do you have many friends? I don’t really have that many. The carers say it’s not good because I could get sick.’ Abel chattered happily, rubbing his arm not even the least bit embarrassed by Iason’s question. He probably just wanted someone to talk to. ‘Oh I almost forgot I made something for you, big brother.’
Big brother. Iason felt something inside himself shift at Abel’s words. Blossoming into something his brain couldn’t comprehend. Abel let go of his hand, scratching his inner elbow furiously and ran over to his little chest of draws he had hidden underneath all the bedding. He threw random objects over his shoulder onto the floor, humming softly the same tune from earlier when he finally found what he was looking for. He came racing back over, a white folded package in his hands and placed it in Iason’s hands.
‘Go on, open it.’ Abel said when Iason just looked at it. He bounced from one foot to the other, practically beaming with excitement. It was quite infectious.
Iason looked down at the badly wrapped present and began unravelling it. So much tape held the paper together, he could tell who wrapped this, until the layers finally fell away and in the middle of his hand was a small blue model plane. Hand painted, the details were so fine, Abel must have spent hours painting this, gluing the small wings in place, getting the papella just right. No one had made anything for him before and he loved it. He realised then just how different his brother really was. So innocent. So bright. Tuck away from the world.
He looked back up and Abel was watching him with happy, childlike eyes, waiting for him to answer. He was still scratching his inner elbow. ‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome. I made it myself when the carers told me you were coming. I didn’t know what you liked. I hope you like it.’ Still scratching.
‘What’s wrong with your arm?’
Abel face fell and he immediately hid his arm behind his back, obviously not realising he was starching it. Not wanting Iason to see. Iason regretted asking, wanting to see that happy smile again. Abel should always smile, Iason came to realise.
‘I’m sorry.’
Abel shook his head and turned around to face Iason, pulling his hand away from the angry red needle marks on his elbow. Tracks and tracks of them, marring already pale skin. So many of them there wasn’t a place on his elbow and inner arm that didn’t have a needle mark. He looked like a pin cushion.
‘There not as bad now.’ Abel looked at them. ‘I have to have a lot of injections to keep my blood clean and my body healthy.’
‘Why?’
‘So that one day I can leave this place and live on my own. Have my own life, like you.’ Abel stared at him in blue-eyed wonder. ‘Have you ever seen the ocean?’
‘Once.’
Eyes widened and Abel sat on the floor, never leaving Iason’s face. He grabbed the nearest teddy and held it to his chest. ‘Is it as blue as they say it is in the books?’
Iason felt the need to indulge his brother’s curiosity. He sat down in front of him. ‘Bluer.’
‘No way?’
‘Way. And the sand is as white as these walls’
‘Wow.’ Abel’s voice dropped to a whisper and Iason had to lean forward to hear him. ‘Don’t tell anyone but when I finally get out of here the first thing I’m going to do is bury my feet in the sand and build sand castles. I’m going to stay there for hours until my hands turn wrinkly.’ He wiggled his fingers in front of Iason’s face.
‘That sounds-‘ Iason didn’t get a chance to respond as the double doors opened and two men, the servant from before and another man walked in with a masks and protective gloves on. Abel shrunk back and tried to hide behind Iason. His small frame shaking, his eyes tightly closed. He was afraid.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I…don’t like what’s in those needles. It makes me feel really sick.’ Abel trembled. Iason stood up and placed his little body protectively in front of Abel. He eyed the two servants coming towards them. One held a silver tray with two syringes filled with clear liquid, the other a tourniquet and other medical instruments. They were devoid of all emotion. Completely closed off. They didn’t even see Abel trembling in fear. Jupiter’s servant stepped forward and bowed low.
‘It’s time to go, young master. Abel is to have his medicine now.’ He muffled behind his mask. Iason looked at him then at Abel whose little frame shook with small tremors. He stared up at Iason with trusting blue eyes. Trusting him to do something. Anything. He was Abel’s big brother after all. Iason suddenly wanted to comfort his frightened brother. He went to his knees and wrapped his arms around Abel’s shaking shoulders.
‘If you take your medicine, you’ll get better and if you do, I’ll come back and take you to the ocean. We’ll dig our toes in the sand together.’
Abel’s eyes widened and he grabbed Iason’s arm. ‘Promise.’
Iason hesitated a moment before he nodded. ‘I promise. But you have to be strong.’
Abel’s eyes widened, before smiling brightly. ‘Ok. I’ll be strong. And then I’ll get better and then you’ll come back and take me to the ocean.’
He never did.
To be continued.
Well how did you all like that. That is the prologue to my new story. I’m actually in the South Australian bush as I write this. I have so many ideas about this story. I have always wondered what it would be like if Iason had a twin. Someone who is an exact opposite, yet the only one who Iason shows affection to. Please give me your comments. They are always read and appreciated.
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