Forever Caged

Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.


Parts: 102 of  ?


 

~~**Forever Caged**~~







Trapped inside the elevator with his irate Blondie, V rocked back and forth on his heels and whistled, which amusingly seemed only to annoy Orphe even further. It didn’t matter that every note from his puckered lips hurt like hell from the hits it took from Rio’s fists. The fact that Orphe still seemed pissed at him for beating the shit out of the little prince didn’t concern him either. At the very least, Orphe would give him a good ‘punishment’ between the sheets, that would give him a few hour of being unable to walk—a punishment he had no problem taking.





His main concern was how quiet the Blondie was. The first thing he’d learned about Orphe was that the Elite was never quiet. If Orphe was ‘displeased’ about anything or wanted something, he didn’t restrain himself from letting others know. So, for Orphe to stand next to him with his trap shut—





“How do you know this prince Iason has given to Sir Jared?”





So much for his concern about Orphe’s silence, V tsked. The Blondie was just organizing his thoughts before attacking.





“What are you talking about?” V innocently asked. “I met the guy for the first time today, remember?”





“So you say,” Orphe replied. “However, you are nothing if not charming when in the presence of others. Are you really going to stand there, and tell me this prince somehow coerced you to break the annoying façade you typically wear?”





“Shit,” V muttered. “This isn’t a talk where you’re asking me one thing, but are really trying to trap me into talking about my feelings for you or how I have a commitment problem, are you?”





Orphe glared at him. “I already know what your feelings are for me, and you do not have a commitment problem.”





“Really?” V kinda thought he did have a few issues regarding that subject.





“I already know you love me, and are committed to our relationship,” the Blondie said, arrogantly lifting his chin.





He was? “I am? Says who?” V demanded.





“Says I,” Orphe said through clenched teeth. “Or are you going to tell me I’m wrong?”





Normally, V wouldn’t have had a problem crushing whatever little fantasy Orphe had about them, but the psycho light shining out from the Blondie’s eyes convinced V that it would be in his best interest if he kept his opinion to himself. “Nah, man, but shouldn’t you be happy that I’m actin’ all nice to your buddies and their little pets?”





“I want you to be yourself,” Orphe hissed.





V stared at the Blondie with disbelief before sneering, “Bullshit. Men like you just want a pretty face to show off. You could give a rats fucking ass what kind of person I am.”





Growling, Orphe grabbed his shirt and fisted the material at his throat. “How long do I have to repeat myself to you, Violet?! If I wanted—what is this?” Orphe suddenly asked, lifting a silvery chain hidden under V’s collar.





V slapped his hand away. “Nothing.”





“Where did you get this?” Orphe growled yanking the necklace from V’s neck.





Hissing in pain, V tried to snatch the glitter chain back from the Blondie.  “I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re thinking. It was a gift from one of the pets in the salon.”





Blond brows arched. “Do they know they gifted this to you?”





V paused a little before answering. “Depends on what you mean by know.” V tensed, expecting Orphe to overact to his slight-of-hand hobby like he always did, but what the Blondie did was worse. He let him go, smoothed the wrinkles he caused in his shirt, and smiled at him.





“W-What?” V said, raising his fists slightly. “Why are you smiling?”





“I do believe this is the first time you have stolen anything from someone within Eos,” Orphe coolly replied.





“Yeah… So what?” V didn’t like the smug look on Orphe’s face.





“Nothing,” Orphe said, scaring V with the charming smile plastered all over his handsome face. “I’m just speaking out loud of my observation of your behavior since your residence here.”





V backed as far away as he could from the Elite. “Err-kay… Have you been taken to drinking in the morning, Orphe? ‘Cause, you be talkin’ crazy.”





Orphe chuckled. “If I am, it is because of your influence.”





V breathed a sigh of relief as the doors opened, and he could finally escape Orphe’s sickening—and swift—good mood. They walked in silence down the carpeted hallway, to V’s good fortune. He seriously didn’t think could of kept how he knew Rio if Orphe had pushed the issue—





“Do not think I did not know you diverted my attention from answering my question of how you know the prince, Violet,” Orphe said as they reached Rio’s captor’s door. “I will find out, whether it is now or later.”





V gulped. Damn Riki for putting him in this predicament. If Riki had opened his mouth, he could have convinced that spooky-ass Blondie of his to let Sky get Rio, not him. Hell, Riki should have gone to get Rio himself, because now he had Orphe all up on his ass asking questions he couldn’t answer, because if he did Orphe might kill the greedy assassin. That was actually kinda romantic, but counterproductive. “I told you that I didn’t know the guy. Why would I lie to you about it?”





“Because a great deal of what comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours are lies,” Orphe affectionately replied.





“True, but I swear on my honor that I’m not lying about this,” V lied. “I don’t know this guy, and I don’t know why Riki would think he could be of any help to us in finding Niko.”





Orphe stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, and longer still after V rang the doorbell. Before his finger left the buzzer the door slid open, and two horrified pets rushed pass them with a scandalized Furniture fast on their heels.





“I guess that’s all the welcome we’re going to get,” V muttered, watching the threeo run off.





“Come,” Orphe said, stepping pass the threshold. “Let us get this over with.”





Following the Blondie, V only hoped he’d pounded all his anger out on Rio’s face. The last thing he needed was for Orphe to question his lies by grounding Rio’s face into the floor the second he saw the blond. However, of all the things he thought he’d face after seeing the pets and de-crotched mongrel servant running away from the apartment, nothing prepared him for what he stepped into.





“Oh, yeah, baby. You can suck on my nipples all you want, shoots tingles down my spine. But, if you really wanna stir me up, why not put your lips around my dic—“





Gagging, V quickly shouted out, “Please don’t pollute my innocent mind any further by finishing that sentence. So, before you all go sticking stuff in places I don’t want to be front and center to seein’, please put the sausages away.”





“Violet!”





Bewildered by why Orphe yelled at him, V looked at the Blondie and said, “What? I said please, didn’t I?”





Whatever planned on saying was interrupted by an annoying ringing. Reaching into his breast pocket, Orphe glared at him warningly before stepping to the side to take the call. Whoever was on the other end of the line must not have had very much to say, because Orphe hung up after only a few seconds.





“The body of one of my security guards was found,” Orphe announced, staring at V.





V threw his hands up. “Don’t fucking look at me. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Cast thy eyes over fucking yonder to find your murderer. What the hell is with everyone today?” V angrily mumbled. “Accusing me of shit I didn’t do.”





“Cease your criminal lifestyle, and then there would be no cause for misunderstandings,” Orphe said.





“Even if I did, I’d still get blamed,” V grumbled. “And don’t tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever I wanna—“





“Yeah, not to interrupt this fascinating conversation you both are having. But I’m buck-ass naked, still horny, and seeing your mugs is wilting my Mr. Happy.”





Glancing back at the couple he’d interrupted trying to fornicate on the living room sofa, V rolled his eyes. “Shad-up and put some clothes on,” V replied. “We got a job to do.”





“A job?!” Grinning, Rio jumped up.





Ignoring the shell-shocked Blondie, V whistling appreciatively as he looked Rio up and down. “Been working out?”





Rio winked, flexed, and rolled his stomach muscles like a profession belly dancer. “I always look this good, baby.”





Impressed, V gave Rio an applauding clap. “Nice move.”





“Like it? I hid out in a whorehouse for a month once to find a target, and the ladies taught me all kinds of cool tricks,” Rio said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.





A month in a whorehouse was nothing. He lived in a harem for five years. “Was that the Clovenson job?”





“Nope. It was before that one.”





“The Salmic dude?”





“Nah, it was the Morles gig.”





“You never told me about that one—“





“—Cover up!”





“—So you do know him?!”





V would have laughed at how Rio’s Blondie just about ripped his jacket off to cover the lower part of assassin’s naked bod, if he hadn’t been too busy cringing from Orphe’s bellow. Disgusted with himself for revealing that he knew Rio—and so fucking fast!—V muttered, “Staying here has made me fucking soft.” Living in this gilded cage, without having to fear that some chump was going to shank him in the back, was stripping him of his survival instincts.





Orphe’s angry face filled his view. “Did you not swear to me, on your honor, that you did not know this prince?”





Riki was going to kill him. Rolling his eyes, V said, “Didn’t we already have this conversation outside? I lie, remember? The fact that I used the word “honor” should have queued you in.”





“What else have you been lying about?”





V exhaled loudly. “What haven’t I lied about would probably be easier to list.”





“Who the fuck cares about that shit,” Rio announced, shoving his way between them. “Just please tell me this job gets me out of this place.”





V stared at Orphe as he answered Rio. “By order of his royal majesty, Iason Mink, we are to hunt down a kidnapper hiding out in the city.”





“Seriously?” Rio grinned. “And here I thought he’d stay pissed at me a little longer for taking a deal to kill him, selling you guys, and trying—and fucking failing—to kill the black-haired Elite, Jerico.”





V had just enough time to shove Rio out of the way and dodge the fist that came flying toward Rio’s head.


 

oOoOoOo




“What’s the plan, Riki?” Sky asked.





Riki grimly looked at the faces of Sky, Lilly, and Fidget. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say. Minus V and Orphe, everyone had regrouped back at his and Iason’s apartment the moment Raoul came back with Gabriel with the information of where Niko was. Raoul’s secret trackers had pointed Niko to be located smack dab in the middle of the Slums. Iason and the other Blondies had been downright frightening at how outraged they’d become, and it was then that Riki could see how much of a shit storm of disastrous proportions everyone in Ceres would be if his gang didn’t find Niko.





Glancing at the intimidating front doors of Eos, which still had not opened to reveal V or Rio, Riki clucked his tongue. Whatever trouble V and caused already, Riki was only thankful it hadn’t messed with their chance of going to Ceres, and finding Niko. The last thing they needed was the Blondies taking over the hunt. “I had hoped to wait until all of us to be together, but we can’t wait for V and Rio any longer. Luckily, V already knows what to do.”





“Then we have no need to wait for them,” Lilly replied. “Tell us what we need do, so that we begin now.”





Sky and Fidget nodded solemnly next to the pet.





Riki looked one last time at the doors before turning back to his gang. “All of us are heading to Ceres. The tracker Raoul had on Niko wasn’t anything grand. It’s only given us a general location of where Niko is, so you two—“Riki pointed to the twins—“will head to the spot where the signal appears to be the strongest in the east. Lilly and I need to talk to the gang leaders in Ceres, but after we will search the western sections of the Slums. With V, Rio will contact his people hiding in Midas and search the north and south.”





Riki paused and one by one looked his gang in the eyes; holding their gaze for a minute. “I don’t have to tell you what might happen if we don’t fine Niko. It’s not just his life we are now rushing to save. My man, Iason, may be those Elites King, but he won’t be able to stop Gabriel if we fail to rescue Niko. All of those Blondies will be wanting blood.”





“Mikhale believes this to be true as well,” Lilly sadly said. “He commented that the mere possibility that someone from Ceres being involved in Niko’s capture, is enough to warrant a… cleansing.”





“Cleansing? Don’t you mean mass murder?” Sky muttered.





“They wouldn’t really kill everyone, would they, Riki?” Fidget asked.





Iason had assured him that, yeah, it would come to that if he didn’t find Niko. Riki sighed. “One emergency at a time. We need to concentrate on finding Niko. Think of nothing else but that.”





 “But if we can’t find him?” Sky asked.





Riki coldly glanced out at the road. “If we don’t find Niko, then we hunt until we find his kidnapper and apply mongrel justice upon the fucker. I don’t care what Iason said, this asshole is dead.”





TBC…