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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
123
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46,669
Reviews:
224
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
4
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Chapter 118
Disclaimer: I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I have chosen to invade the AnK world.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 118 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
V stared at the ceiling. The walls. The floor. Anywhere else than the Blondie standing before him. Katze’s Blondie. The doctor that had seen the aftermath of what Landon had done to him. V couldn’t look him in the face, not when the Blondie knew every little detail of his humiliation.
He didn’t feel shame very often. And when he did, it never took him more than a few hours to shake the annoying emotion off. But not this time… He couldn’t get a grip on it. The anger and fear. The blow to his pride. The feeling of Landon’s body—
V squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the image from his head. Something he’d been failing to do since he woke up.
“Violet—”
“Don’t call me that,” V harshly whispered. His arms wrapped around himself and nails dug into his biceps. It took every bit of his control not to claw at his skin. It didn’t matter if it was Raoul saying his name. All he could hear was Landon’s voice, and it made his skin crawl.
Except for Orphe. He didn’t feel that way when Orphe called out his name. But, he’d chased his Blondie away…
“Where’s Orphe?” V asked. His smothering and overprotective Blondie hadn’t been glued to his side when he woke up again. He was thankful, in a way. The damn Elite wouldn’t give him an room to breathe without being an inch away from his face. But now that he was gone… V couldn’t stop the anxiety—the never ending sense of panic that only seemed to ease when Orphe was within his sight. But, he also couldn’t bear to look at him. To look into his eyes and see the knowledge shining back at him… Knowing that Orphe knew everything about what happened to him.
“Orphe,” Raoul said slowly, “had to be sedated—per Sir Iason Mink’s order.”
V looked up in time to see a flicker of a smile cross Raoul’s lips. “Why?”
The Blondie walked toward the door. “You are free to walk to the main hall, which I have changed to a dinning court. Guards have been posted to stop you from exploring past there.”
“Why was he sedated,” V asked again.
The Elite glanced over his shoulder, and before walking out, said, “Orphe did what we all wanted. He just got there first.”
The realization of what Raoul meant wasn’t hard to understand. However, it did nothing to eliminate the crawl on his skin or untangle the ever growing knot in his gut. Orphe got his one-on-one with Landon, but what about him? When the fuck was he going to get his retaliation? Then again, how the hell would he ever be able to do anything against an Elite?
V stayed in his room until his hesitance in leaving pissed him off. Rolling his shoulders, V stepped out of the room and made his way down the hall. He passed a few guards and dudes in white coats—none of whom looked him in the eye—until he arrived at the dinning area Raoul had told him about. Uniformed men sat on sofas and metal chairs scattered around the room—
“Hey, buddy! How’s the ass?”
V glared at Rio as the blond laughed and slapped him on the back. “Fuck you—”
“Hold up,” Rio said as he walked up to a med-worker seated a few steps away. “I will eat your fucking liver if you don’t get out of my God damn chair.”
V watched as the man stood and ran out of the room before turning back to Rio.
“Don’t look at me that way, V. You’ll make me think you’re not my friend,” Rio said plopping down in the cushy chair.
“You think what happened to me was a joke?” V growled, too pissed to feel embarrassed or ashamed.
“Course not,” Rio said plucking a straw from the fleeing man’s drink on the small table next to him, and stuck it in his bottle of water. “I just don’t understand why you’re all pissy about it.”
V stared at Rio with disbelief.
Rio rolled his eyes. “Fuck, you were born a victim, V. What, you think you’re the only one that’s been raped? Hell, son, you got tapped by one dude. Try being gangbanged. I tell ya, it ain’t fun,” Rio said. He scratched his scrub clothed chest and yawned. “You gonna let this one thing break you? I thought mongrels were stronger than that.”
V’s mouth moved to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
“I ever tell you why I love my mom so much?” Rio asked. “When I was a spoiled little princeling, I’d get tons of threatening letters, and just as many attempted kidnappings—this was before I got sent to training camps to be the awesome stud I am today. One day I got snatched. I spent two whole weeks in a whorehouse deep in enemy territory. My parents couldn’t get me out until they paid a sum of money that left two of my families three kingdoms bankrupt.”
V slowly sank into the seat opposite of Rio, not that the blond noticed, lost in his past.
“After I was rescued, healed, and back in the loving arms of my family, I learned that nothing would be done to those that took me.”
V had suspected that Rio’s ‘took’ meant more than his kidnapping. “Why?” he asked softly.
Rio raised his bottle of water in salute. “Bad politics,” Rio said. “My ‘hosts’ were of royal lineage, and thus could not be harmed. It wouldn’t do good to start a war, especially when there was no solid proof they were behind it all.”
V’s skin prickled with unease as Rio’s eyes darkened and his face twisted with hatred. The blonde’s voice grew cold and distant.
“You see, V, politics is important. More important than the violation of a bastard child. So, I bowed my head and crawled away, until my mom made it all better. She disguised me, took me to a familiar whorehouse, gave me a gun and a knife, and…” Rio smiled. “Well, I had fun.”
“The job you had talked about,” V mumbled. “Before we—”. He couldn’t continue. He couldn’t bring himself to speak about a time when he had been himself, free of Landon’s taint.
“Yup.” Rio smiled. “It was that ‘job’. That was the start of when I became awesome.”
“You’re insane,” V said.
“Insanity is just a word people use to control the creative,” Rio said with a dismissive wave.
V shot Rio a doubtful look. He didn’t know whether or not to believe the blond. There was always a fifty-fifty chance Rio was lying to him. But, deep down V wanted Rio’s horrific story to be true, because it gave him hope that he would one day be normal again… Well, as normal as one thought one could be with Rio as an example of assumed recovery.
“So,” Rio swirled the bendy straw in his bottled water, “you gonna let this little setback knock you down? Or are you gonna seek a little mongrel payback I like so much about you guys?”
“How the hell am I to do that?” Self-disgust and frustration filled V as he looked away from Rio. He knew one of the ways to getting his dignity back was by kicking his offender’s ass. But, how the fuck would he be able to do that? Landon was a fucking Elite, and guarded like he was the crown jewels, for Jupiter’s sake.
“I may know a way to help.”
V glanced up and stared at the scalpel dangling between Rio’s fingers. “Where did you get that from?”
He had fruitlessly searched everywhere for a weapon the moment he had woken to find himself alone.
Rio grinned. “You haven’t made friends of the med-techs like I have.”
“They aren’t your friends,” V said.
Rio shrugged. “Friends, terrified victims, whatever.”
V took the blade and slipped it up his sleeve. “Now what?” he said.
“Now we go talk to Landon,” Rio said slurping loudly as he tried to get every bit of water left in the bottle.
“You know where he is?”
Rio grinned around the straw. “A friend told me where they are keeping him.”
V glanced at the security guards and nurses watching them from the front of the large room. “And how are we going to get past all of them?”
“We?” Rio tsked as he shook his head. “There ain’t no “we”, buddy boy. I’ll ‘entertain’ our watchdogs so you can slip away.” Rio stood and stretched. “Three halls down. First two lefts and a right. Landon is chillin’ behind the last door down that hall.”
“I’m assuming there’s guards posted at his door?” V asked.
Rio grinned. “Four, if the intel’s correct.”
“How do you expect me to get pass them without you?”
“I gave you a weapon, didn’t I? Kill ‘em.”
V grit his teeth as Rio slapped him on the back. He glared as the blond—whistling a little tune—walked away. He should have expected what Rio meant when he said he’d ‘entertain’ the ‘watchdogs’ in the room. He should have known that Rio would have more than one weapon on him. However, when Rio happily walked up to a guard and casually stabbed the guard in the back, the sudden act of violence shook V to the core.
The sight wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before. It never bothered him to the extent as it did in at that moment. He’d seen things a thousand times worse than the violent act before him. Maybe it was the stark fact that Rio really was a killer that threw him, yet he already knew that about the blond. However, when Rio looked back at him—wiping the splatter of blood off his cheek, before bracing himself as the four other guards came at him—V forced himself to move. He ignored the screams and shouts of the guards and medical personnel, and left the scene. He walked out of the door unnoticed, following Rio’s directions.
However, there weren’t any guards waiting like Rio said there would be, when he reached his destination. Someone—something else was waiting for him.
“Come, child,” a golden woman said softly, holding a glowing hand out to him. “I know what you seek, and I only wish to aid you in your need to heal.”
V stealthily slipped the scalpel from his sleeve, and into his hand—not that he thought it would do anything to the female in front of him. He could see right through her, her floating translucent form radiated nothing but warmth, and her strange silver eyes kindness.
He didn’t trust her.
The creature before him smiled, and the golden light around her shinned brighter as he continued to stay where he was.
V tensed as the thing closed the distance between them, and caressed his cheek.
“Shh, child. I wish you no harm.”
“Then what do you want?” V asked, stepping away from the thing’s touch.
The female smiled again. “I want what you want, Violet.”
V didn’t react to the fact that it knew his name. He could feel the power vibrating off her strange body.
“Justice, child.” She motioned him to the door that lead to Landon’s cell. “Do you not want it?”
“What’s it gonna cost me if I say I do?” V asked.
Her hand waved over the scanner, opening the door. “Your survival is my payment, Violet, life-mate to Orphe Zavi. And the fire burning within you.” She moved away from the door, inviting him to enter. “Now take your pound of flesh, child, and know that I support you in your quest for vengeance. I have even ensured your success in taking back what William tried to take from you.”
V refused to hang his head in shame. But, knowing that the beautiful unworldly creature before him knew of what Landon did to him, made him want to. The absences of disgust on her face helped. He still didn’t trust her, but he wasn’t about to turn away from the opportunity she presented.
Making his decision, V took the necessary steps forward until he stood next to her side and brought him in front of the door. He stiffened slightly when she floated behind him, and lay her hands on his shoulders. It felt weird. He could see through her, but there was weight behind her touch.
“Now go to him, child. Free yourself from the memory of what he has done,” she whispered in his ear.
There was no warmth of her breath against his face. There was no breath at all. V gulped, wanting to shrug her off him, but the strength he could feel under her hands stalled him from doing so. He didn’t know who or what the fuck she was, but she was on his side and hell if he wanted to change that. He had a feeling she could crush him with just a thought, and he had shit to do before he died. So, he walked into the room. His eyes narrowed at the figure huddled on the floor.
His palms were sweaty. His heartbeat, erratic.
“Happy hunting, child,” the freaky woman said before shutting the door, sealing him in the room.
oOoOoOo
Julius paced back and forth in the white exam room. His wounds were healed, his blood drawn. The friction of his cotton hospital pants against his legs, were the only sound heard in the sterile room. His door stood wide open, but guarded by four of Iason’s men.
He should have never denied Iason. He had known better, but the thrill of the fight had still ran strong. His blood still heated from battle. Now he was trapped in the one place he’d been warned from childhood never to venture too close to. He had done his duty by entering Iason Mink’s employment. He’d done all he could to protect Riki’s interests—even if he had failed to protect Riki from becoming Iason’s pet. There was only so much he could do from the shadows, and Riki was a master at evading him.
Now this.
Escaping Eos would be ‘difficult’—not impossible, but damn near close. There was also the matter of the Blondie he’d been gifted to. He did not need a possessive lover. Elliot did not seem like the demanding type, but all Elites were takers. It would only be a matter of time before the Blondie followed in his brothers footsteps. He had to get out before that happened. If he could not, then he would have seduce Elliot. He did not know if it was possible with Elites—one could not practice on such creatures—, but if he could control Elliot’s sexual needs, he would have a better chance at maneuvering the Elite into doing his bidding.
However, he would only use his skills beneath the sheets as a very last resort. He—
Julius stilled as a Blondie and a redhead stopped outside his door.
Well, well, well… He had always made sure to never to get too close to Iason’s side business to lessen the temptation of seeing him, but have him up close and personal. Julius looked the redhead up and down. His brows furrowed and lips curled in a sneer.
Katze, the protocol son of his father’s most hated foe. He stayed away because he didn’t know how he’d feel seeing him. Now he did.
His hands clenched into fists, Julius stepped toward the door.
TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 118 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
V stared at the ceiling. The walls. The floor. Anywhere else than the Blondie standing before him. Katze’s Blondie. The doctor that had seen the aftermath of what Landon had done to him. V couldn’t look him in the face, not when the Blondie knew every little detail of his humiliation.
He didn’t feel shame very often. And when he did, it never took him more than a few hours to shake the annoying emotion off. But not this time… He couldn’t get a grip on it. The anger and fear. The blow to his pride. The feeling of Landon’s body—
V squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the image from his head. Something he’d been failing to do since he woke up.
“Violet—”
“Don’t call me that,” V harshly whispered. His arms wrapped around himself and nails dug into his biceps. It took every bit of his control not to claw at his skin. It didn’t matter if it was Raoul saying his name. All he could hear was Landon’s voice, and it made his skin crawl.
Except for Orphe. He didn’t feel that way when Orphe called out his name. But, he’d chased his Blondie away…
“Where’s Orphe?” V asked. His smothering and overprotective Blondie hadn’t been glued to his side when he woke up again. He was thankful, in a way. The damn Elite wouldn’t give him an room to breathe without being an inch away from his face. But now that he was gone… V couldn’t stop the anxiety—the never ending sense of panic that only seemed to ease when Orphe was within his sight. But, he also couldn’t bear to look at him. To look into his eyes and see the knowledge shining back at him… Knowing that Orphe knew everything about what happened to him.
“Orphe,” Raoul said slowly, “had to be sedated—per Sir Iason Mink’s order.”
V looked up in time to see a flicker of a smile cross Raoul’s lips. “Why?”
The Blondie walked toward the door. “You are free to walk to the main hall, which I have changed to a dinning court. Guards have been posted to stop you from exploring past there.”
“Why was he sedated,” V asked again.
The Elite glanced over his shoulder, and before walking out, said, “Orphe did what we all wanted. He just got there first.”
The realization of what Raoul meant wasn’t hard to understand. However, it did nothing to eliminate the crawl on his skin or untangle the ever growing knot in his gut. Orphe got his one-on-one with Landon, but what about him? When the fuck was he going to get his retaliation? Then again, how the hell would he ever be able to do anything against an Elite?
V stayed in his room until his hesitance in leaving pissed him off. Rolling his shoulders, V stepped out of the room and made his way down the hall. He passed a few guards and dudes in white coats—none of whom looked him in the eye—until he arrived at the dinning area Raoul had told him about. Uniformed men sat on sofas and metal chairs scattered around the room—
“Hey, buddy! How’s the ass?”
V glared at Rio as the blond laughed and slapped him on the back. “Fuck you—”
“Hold up,” Rio said as he walked up to a med-worker seated a few steps away. “I will eat your fucking liver if you don’t get out of my God damn chair.”
V watched as the man stood and ran out of the room before turning back to Rio.
“Don’t look at me that way, V. You’ll make me think you’re not my friend,” Rio said plopping down in the cushy chair.
“You think what happened to me was a joke?” V growled, too pissed to feel embarrassed or ashamed.
“Course not,” Rio said plucking a straw from the fleeing man’s drink on the small table next to him, and stuck it in his bottle of water. “I just don’t understand why you’re all pissy about it.”
V stared at Rio with disbelief.
Rio rolled his eyes. “Fuck, you were born a victim, V. What, you think you’re the only one that’s been raped? Hell, son, you got tapped by one dude. Try being gangbanged. I tell ya, it ain’t fun,” Rio said. He scratched his scrub clothed chest and yawned. “You gonna let this one thing break you? I thought mongrels were stronger than that.”
V’s mouth moved to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
“I ever tell you why I love my mom so much?” Rio asked. “When I was a spoiled little princeling, I’d get tons of threatening letters, and just as many attempted kidnappings—this was before I got sent to training camps to be the awesome stud I am today. One day I got snatched. I spent two whole weeks in a whorehouse deep in enemy territory. My parents couldn’t get me out until they paid a sum of money that left two of my families three kingdoms bankrupt.”
V slowly sank into the seat opposite of Rio, not that the blond noticed, lost in his past.
“After I was rescued, healed, and back in the loving arms of my family, I learned that nothing would be done to those that took me.”
V had suspected that Rio’s ‘took’ meant more than his kidnapping. “Why?” he asked softly.
Rio raised his bottle of water in salute. “Bad politics,” Rio said. “My ‘hosts’ were of royal lineage, and thus could not be harmed. It wouldn’t do good to start a war, especially when there was no solid proof they were behind it all.”
V’s skin prickled with unease as Rio’s eyes darkened and his face twisted with hatred. The blonde’s voice grew cold and distant.
“You see, V, politics is important. More important than the violation of a bastard child. So, I bowed my head and crawled away, until my mom made it all better. She disguised me, took me to a familiar whorehouse, gave me a gun and a knife, and…” Rio smiled. “Well, I had fun.”
“The job you had talked about,” V mumbled. “Before we—”. He couldn’t continue. He couldn’t bring himself to speak about a time when he had been himself, free of Landon’s taint.
“Yup.” Rio smiled. “It was that ‘job’. That was the start of when I became awesome.”
“You’re insane,” V said.
“Insanity is just a word people use to control the creative,” Rio said with a dismissive wave.
V shot Rio a doubtful look. He didn’t know whether or not to believe the blond. There was always a fifty-fifty chance Rio was lying to him. But, deep down V wanted Rio’s horrific story to be true, because it gave him hope that he would one day be normal again… Well, as normal as one thought one could be with Rio as an example of assumed recovery.
“So,” Rio swirled the bendy straw in his bottled water, “you gonna let this little setback knock you down? Or are you gonna seek a little mongrel payback I like so much about you guys?”
“How the hell am I to do that?” Self-disgust and frustration filled V as he looked away from Rio. He knew one of the ways to getting his dignity back was by kicking his offender’s ass. But, how the fuck would he be able to do that? Landon was a fucking Elite, and guarded like he was the crown jewels, for Jupiter’s sake.
“I may know a way to help.”
V glanced up and stared at the scalpel dangling between Rio’s fingers. “Where did you get that from?”
He had fruitlessly searched everywhere for a weapon the moment he had woken to find himself alone.
Rio grinned. “You haven’t made friends of the med-techs like I have.”
“They aren’t your friends,” V said.
Rio shrugged. “Friends, terrified victims, whatever.”
V took the blade and slipped it up his sleeve. “Now what?” he said.
“Now we go talk to Landon,” Rio said slurping loudly as he tried to get every bit of water left in the bottle.
“You know where he is?”
Rio grinned around the straw. “A friend told me where they are keeping him.”
V glanced at the security guards and nurses watching them from the front of the large room. “And how are we going to get past all of them?”
“We?” Rio tsked as he shook his head. “There ain’t no “we”, buddy boy. I’ll ‘entertain’ our watchdogs so you can slip away.” Rio stood and stretched. “Three halls down. First two lefts and a right. Landon is chillin’ behind the last door down that hall.”
“I’m assuming there’s guards posted at his door?” V asked.
Rio grinned. “Four, if the intel’s correct.”
“How do you expect me to get pass them without you?”
“I gave you a weapon, didn’t I? Kill ‘em.”
V grit his teeth as Rio slapped him on the back. He glared as the blond—whistling a little tune—walked away. He should have expected what Rio meant when he said he’d ‘entertain’ the ‘watchdogs’ in the room. He should have known that Rio would have more than one weapon on him. However, when Rio happily walked up to a guard and casually stabbed the guard in the back, the sudden act of violence shook V to the core.
The sight wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before. It never bothered him to the extent as it did in at that moment. He’d seen things a thousand times worse than the violent act before him. Maybe it was the stark fact that Rio really was a killer that threw him, yet he already knew that about the blond. However, when Rio looked back at him—wiping the splatter of blood off his cheek, before bracing himself as the four other guards came at him—V forced himself to move. He ignored the screams and shouts of the guards and medical personnel, and left the scene. He walked out of the door unnoticed, following Rio’s directions.
However, there weren’t any guards waiting like Rio said there would be, when he reached his destination. Someone—something else was waiting for him.
“Come, child,” a golden woman said softly, holding a glowing hand out to him. “I know what you seek, and I only wish to aid you in your need to heal.”
V stealthily slipped the scalpel from his sleeve, and into his hand—not that he thought it would do anything to the female in front of him. He could see right through her, her floating translucent form radiated nothing but warmth, and her strange silver eyes kindness.
He didn’t trust her.
The creature before him smiled, and the golden light around her shinned brighter as he continued to stay where he was.
V tensed as the thing closed the distance between them, and caressed his cheek.
“Shh, child. I wish you no harm.”
“Then what do you want?” V asked, stepping away from the thing’s touch.
The female smiled again. “I want what you want, Violet.”
V didn’t react to the fact that it knew his name. He could feel the power vibrating off her strange body.
“Justice, child.” She motioned him to the door that lead to Landon’s cell. “Do you not want it?”
“What’s it gonna cost me if I say I do?” V asked.
Her hand waved over the scanner, opening the door. “Your survival is my payment, Violet, life-mate to Orphe Zavi. And the fire burning within you.” She moved away from the door, inviting him to enter. “Now take your pound of flesh, child, and know that I support you in your quest for vengeance. I have even ensured your success in taking back what William tried to take from you.”
V refused to hang his head in shame. But, knowing that the beautiful unworldly creature before him knew of what Landon did to him, made him want to. The absences of disgust on her face helped. He still didn’t trust her, but he wasn’t about to turn away from the opportunity she presented.
Making his decision, V took the necessary steps forward until he stood next to her side and brought him in front of the door. He stiffened slightly when she floated behind him, and lay her hands on his shoulders. It felt weird. He could see through her, but there was weight behind her touch.
“Now go to him, child. Free yourself from the memory of what he has done,” she whispered in his ear.
There was no warmth of her breath against his face. There was no breath at all. V gulped, wanting to shrug her off him, but the strength he could feel under her hands stalled him from doing so. He didn’t know who or what the fuck she was, but she was on his side and hell if he wanted to change that. He had a feeling she could crush him with just a thought, and he had shit to do before he died. So, he walked into the room. His eyes narrowed at the figure huddled on the floor.
His palms were sweaty. His heartbeat, erratic.
“Happy hunting, child,” the freaky woman said before shutting the door, sealing him in the room.
oOoOoOo
Julius paced back and forth in the white exam room. His wounds were healed, his blood drawn. The friction of his cotton hospital pants against his legs, were the only sound heard in the sterile room. His door stood wide open, but guarded by four of Iason’s men.
He should have never denied Iason. He had known better, but the thrill of the fight had still ran strong. His blood still heated from battle. Now he was trapped in the one place he’d been warned from childhood never to venture too close to. He had done his duty by entering Iason Mink’s employment. He’d done all he could to protect Riki’s interests—even if he had failed to protect Riki from becoming Iason’s pet. There was only so much he could do from the shadows, and Riki was a master at evading him.
Now this.
Escaping Eos would be ‘difficult’—not impossible, but damn near close. There was also the matter of the Blondie he’d been gifted to. He did not need a possessive lover. Elliot did not seem like the demanding type, but all Elites were takers. It would only be a matter of time before the Blondie followed in his brothers footsteps. He had to get out before that happened. If he could not, then he would have seduce Elliot. He did not know if it was possible with Elites—one could not practice on such creatures—, but if he could control Elliot’s sexual needs, he would have a better chance at maneuvering the Elite into doing his bidding.
However, he would only use his skills beneath the sheets as a very last resort. He—
Julius stilled as a Blondie and a redhead stopped outside his door.
Well, well, well… He had always made sure to never to get too close to Iason’s side business to lessen the temptation of seeing him, but have him up close and personal. Julius looked the redhead up and down. His brows furrowed and lips curled in a sneer.
Katze, the protocol son of his father’s most hated foe. He stayed away because he didn’t know how he’d feel seeing him. Now he did.
His hands clenched into fists, Julius stepped toward the door.
TBC…