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To Forgive and Forget	By : missanime4eva Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 3596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey they’re all. I’m back from my holiday in Phuket and ready for action. And I thought I might add how happy and surprised I was to see so many reviews for only just the prologue. Its good to see that my story is going to continue because of all your honest replies and encouraging reviews. Anyway I have so many ideas lined up for this story and believe me, even you will be shocked.

Oh and Ai no Kusabi does not belong to me, but its respective owners.

So enjoy.

Chapter 1.

There’s a reason why they call space infinite. It can go on and on forever, without any possible sign of ending. Like a circle has no choice but to continue going around and around like it was created to do. The flow of time seems to disappear into the void of space and nothing seems to matter or become important. Everything just stops. Hours. Days. Months. All seem to blend together and become one giant time loop.

With arms folded over his powerful chest, Ion Cassis stood on the deck of his ship’s high bridge and gazed out at the millions of stars passing by him like tiny flickering lights in the darkness as his ship sped through the boundless recesses of space. His long blonde hair was tied up at the base of his neck and cascaded down his strong, firm back in smooth, silken golden waves. A few wayward strands had managed to break loose of their confinement and fell over his pale-blue eyes and his slick, skin-tight suit moved with his body as the Blondie continued to stare out the ship’s window, deep in thought, hoping the shimmering stars could give him the answers to his questions.

Questions that he had no clue how do answer.

‘Well this is new, Ion. I wouldn’t have expected you do be up here. Especially now.’ A light, feminine voice stated behind him and he turned around to glance at the dark-haired, buxom woman standing in front of him, her hands on her curvaceous hips and sharp green eyes staring intently at him as if trying to read his thoughts. Her curly dark hair hung down her back and brushed just above her thighs..

‘Luca.’ He registered the young woman with a small smile and turned back to stare out at the scattered stars of space. ‘Is it that unusual. It is my ship after all. And since when do you come up here. Your usually down in the lab.’ He heard movement behind him and the female mongrel came to stand beside him.

She sighed longingly and the tall Blondie glanced down at her. ‘The stars seem different tonight, don’t they? They almost seem alive.’ The silvery coloured stars seemed to dance over her forest-green eyes like tiny glowing jewels. He turned back.

‘They are.’ He paused for a moment and continued to look out the large window. ‘How is he.’?

She sighed again. ’Progress is slow. Its hard to know for sure but at the present, he is still in an induced coma but he is completely healed, physically that is.’

‘Physically.’ Ion inquired.

‘He is still in emotional and spiritual ‘lockdown’, if you will and his mind refuses to respond. It’s almost like he has shut down his mind completely. Who knows if he will ever be the same again.’ His medical engineer’s suddenly turned serious and Luca turned to the Blondie beside her. ‘At this rate, he might never wake up.’

‘No, he will wake up.’ Ion said with determined certainty.

‘But look at the facts, Ion. He has suffered irreversible damage to not just his mind but his psyche as well. His heart is beating but it isn’t truly alive. Its like his soul is trapped and if he does wake, we have no way of knowing if he will even remember anything.’ She paused and her green-eyed stare lingered on the blonde man’s perfect face for a moment before she stepped forward and placed a smooth hand on his impressive chest and said sadly. ‘You can’t save everyone, Ion. This one, you might have to let go.’

‘No. I won’t.’ Ion looked down at the full-figured woman, his azure eyes steady and resolute. Luca’s gaze remained on the tall, handsome man and smiled. ‘Only you, Ion’ Luca thought. Nothing and no one could sway this man once his mind was set on something, something Luca found rather strange and erratic for a Blondie but she wouldn’t have him any other way. It was because of this stubbornness and unwillingness to back down that she, a mongrel followed him. As they all did.

Suddenly there was a loud beep from the intercom and Heath’s voice came over the P.A. He sounded breathless.

‘Luca. Ion.’

‘What is it Heath.’ Ion asked his clearly distressed Navigator.

Come to the medical lab quick. His waking up.’

‘What!’

Heath’s nibble, work-stained hands flew across the keypad in front of him with practiced ease, hitting the small keys and scorns of letters and numbers hit the screen. He flipped his long black hair over his shoulder and his chestnut eyes surveyed his recent work, satisfied with the results, he leaned back in his chair and sighed in enervation. He was not cut out for all this medical mumbo-jumbo. He was a navigator. His skill was coordinates and cracking systemized navigation systems, flying this large ship through the recesses of space. Not sitting here, working on these medical files. There was a dull beep from behind him and he looked up as the medical chamber’s narrow portal opened and Ion’s wide frame stepped through the doorway, with Luca right behind him and came to stand behind him.

‘What’s going on Heath.’?

‘I’m not sure. All I did was type in the word ‘Amoi’ and his brain-waves suddenly just jumped through the roof.’ Heath said with a mixture of shock and confusion. Ion’s blue gaze looked up at the floating, glowing medical pod, with its many tubes and wires running along their feet that connecting to the many machines and computers around the small room and his eyes roamed over the half-naked, black-haired man inside. His midnight hair flowing around him like a halo as he floated in suspension in the glowing, green healing liquid, his face half covered by a breathing mask.

Ion’s eyes glanced down lower at the man’s strong, steady chest until he got to the black spandex shorts that covered the mongrel’s newly healed groin. He gazed lingered up to the man’s handsomely covered face and his face softened considerably and his eyes took on a warm glow. He could remember when he had first caressed that soft skin and wished he could see those dark eyes he had heard so much about. If only he would open his eyes.

‘Amazing. It would seem that not all of his memories are lost. At the mention of our home planet, it must have triggered something inside him. A memory or a feeling. It’s a tricky thing but when the brain stores memory, they can be retrieved by experiencing emotions or feelings but when the brain is damaged it will lock away those memories for safe keeping.’ Luca explained and went to stand at the base of the healing pod. ‘He is truly one of a kind.’

‘Yes, he is.’

As if hearing his words, the sound of numerous beeping from the many machines followed by the distinct sound of a strong heartbeat surrounded them and all three sets of eyes glanced up as smooth tanned eyelids twitched for a moment before slowly sliding open and revealing pools of onyx. Dull and unfocused, the black irises stared straight ahead as if all life in them had vanished and all that was left was two dark windows.

‘Even though the healing orbs have done their job, not all of him was rebuilt in the process. I’m afraid he is blind.’

‘Even so, he is still beautiful.’ Ion said almost in affection. There was a small twitch from the man’s left hand and the floating, back-haired mongrel slowly brought it up and placed it upon Ion’s own outstretched hand pressed against the pod’s porthole as if he could sense his presence. Ion smiled gently at the entranced gesture and leaned forward and blue eyes locked with pale onyx before he whispered…

‘Time to wake up…Riki the Dark.’

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Two Years Later…

Raoul Am was at the present, one unhappy Blondie. No, not unhappy. Pissed. And for good reason. His long time friend, head of the Tanagura syndicate and a fellow Blondie, Iason Mink was making his job; not to mention his life, practically a living hell. The stubborn, bull-headed man was making things insufferable and quite frankly he was being a pain in the neck. Raoul strode down the hall in angry strides and anyone who dared get in his way would feel his wrath. He was a man on a mission and be damned if he wasn’t going to see heads roll soon. People stepped aside to let the scowling, raging Blondie through.

Not only did Iason reject the proposal for a new peace treaty with the long standing Space Intergalactic Faction, but entirely and embarrassingly humiliated it’s senators and representatives by suggesting that they each proceed to the medical wing and get their heads examined because there was no way he would sign a treaty with them, and in front of the entire syndicate, to boot and as always, it was left up to him to pick up the pieces. People were starting to wonder if Iason had a screw loose up in there somewhere or if he was truly insane.

Either way; he would let Iason have it, mark his words. He would let him have it.

But of course, Iason was not entirely to blame for his change in behaviour. Not since he had awakened almost two years ago, Iason had fallen into a state of…agitation and restlessness. Little by little it had manifested into something that had Raoul actually a little…scared. Dare he say it? Given though; Iason still had the marvel and tenacity in running the entire Tanagura Syndicate with an iron clad fist, he just wasn’t the same opportunist he once was.

And it was all due to the lose of a pet. A mongrel pet at that. Not to mention; Iason Mink almost died once.

He rode the elevator to the top floor, with that thought in mind and walked out into the lobby. The high skylights had been dimmed down a few notches, due to the late hour and seemed to turn Raoul’s hair to a light golden colour and seem to dull down the brightness of his green eyes. He turned sharply around corner until he came before the large double doors of the office of Iason Mink. Serious and unapproachable; just like the man. Raoul reached out to grab the doorknob and sighed, mentally preparing himself for the battle to come and quietly opened the door.

Sitting behind his desk was the head of the Syndicate himself. His long, pale blonde hair was tied up in a braid that cascaded down his authoritatively, strong back and his usual formal Syndicate attire had been exchanged for a more casual look of long back slacks and a white chemise with the sleeves rolled up, a green tunic over the top to match his pale hair. A pair of very serious, pale-blue eyes regarded the screen in front of him with such determination that Raoul was sure the man’s face was going to freeze like that.

When he realised Iason wasn’t going to acknowledge his presence anytime soon, he cleared his throat and Iason’s blue eyes looked up from his computer screen and leaned back in his chair casually when he realised who it was.

‘Raoul!’ Iason said in admission. ‘For what do I owe this late hour visit.’?

‘I think you can guess that one, Iason.’ Raoul’s nonchalant tone caused a pale eyebrow to rise and Iason smiled and sat up, leaning his face on his entwined hands. It made Raoul crazy. He closed the door with a thud and walked over to the wide desk.

‘What were you thinking, Iason’?

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘Do have rocks in your head or have you been staring at your computer screen for too long. That peace treaty could have been the solution to our problems concerning the Intergalactic Faction. We would have had the bastards eating out of the palm of our hands.’

‘I just don’t see the reason why it was so important.’

‘Important!’

‘The Faction is nothing but an unorganised federation made up of brainless, dim-witted buffoons. The syndicate and the citizens of Tanagura will be happier in the long run then if I signed that poor excuse for a treaty.’ Iason explain quite casually without breaking his poker face. It irritated Raoul further and his head was starting to throb.

‘But with the treaty under our belt, it would have made exporting goods on the intergalactic channel that much easier.’

Iason did even blink. ‘Although that may be true, it would have also slowed down worker production and made shipment of deliverers to the other Amoi planetary systems that much harder. Both things Amoi and Tanagura should try to avoid.’

‘And I don’t suppose you could have bothered to tell me of your plans or were you just waiting until after I had to go in there to clean up your mess and come out a total fool as well. What a pain in the ass.’ Raoul said and had to resist the urge to reach up and caress his aching head.

‘And for that my friend I apologise, but I am not backing out of my decision.’ Iason’s tone was absolute and left no room for further argument. He watched Raoul scowl for a moment and then a look of defeat crossed his face. Satisfied that his chief Biologist has finished his temper tantrum, he sat back in his plush chair and nodded to the seat in front of him. ‘Have a seat.’

Raoul scowl deepened when he heard the victory note in Iason’s voice and complied with Iason’s request.

‘What’s the point. You don’t listen to me anyway. If only you could go back to the way you were before, before….’ Raoul fought the urge to put a hand to his month when he realised what had managed to slip past his lips and watched in chilly silence as Iason’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits and he said in a low, quite voice ’Leave it alone, Raoul. He is dead. Let him rest in peace.’

‘I’m sorry, Iason. You can be so damn stubborn sometimes.’

‘And you can be quite boring.’ Iason said lightly, his anger slowly melting away. Raoul scowled and he pulled the chair out and sat rather dejectedly and lifted his eyes to his fellow Blondie. I lot had changed in the last two years, some for the better while others…not so much. Sure, he was still the same stubbornly, relentless man he was before but with a little less…fire. Raoul could see the changes.

It wasn’t just his attitude and sanity that had been brought into question, but it was his consistent influx of new Furniture every few weeks that had Eos in a twitter. It wasn’t so much what the Furniture did or said. It was what they couldn’t do. Ease the loneliness had had settled in his heart. The other man didn’t show it when he was working but it was moments like this that Raoul could see it quite clearly. It had nothing to do with what Iason had, but everything Iason lost and he wouldn’t dare mention the reason, should Iason’s fragile world ever break.

Iason broke Raoul’s train of thought. ‘Raoul.’ He said quietly.

‘Mmm.’

‘I thought you might like to know that Syndicate has given its approval of opening the new transport dock on the outskirts of Parthea. It will intercept and merge with the Aerospace port outside of Tanagura,’

‘Really.’ Raoul touched his chin thoughtfully. ‘That should make things run a little smoother.’

‘One can hope.’

There was a small beeping sound coming from Iason’s small control panel and Iason reach over to press the small button. ‘Yes. What is it?'

Marco, Iason’s assistant came over the intercom. His small voice sounded urgent. ‘I’m sorry to disturb you at this late hour, Sir but I have Ion Cassis on the line.’ Iason’s eyes narrowed and he released the two-way and met the stunned eyes of his blonde friend.

‘Ion.’ Raoul said in shock. ‘Why the hell his he contacting you now?’

‘I am just as shocked as you are but from what information I have gathered, he has been abroad for the last five years, studying the basic code of genetics and gene development.’ Iason replied with indifference. The eccentric Blondie hadn’t been seen or heard from for over five years since he decided that Amoi didn’t have the resources he needed for his research so he went en route. He has been in incognito ever since. Strange and sometimes unrealistic in his methods, his research and progress in the field of genetics is something not to be taken lightly. Which is the reason why Raoul always felt inferior to the outlandish biologist.

Raoul spluttered. ‘Studying. What a joke. The man had probably been sitting up in that spaceship of his, playing with his chemistry set and wallowing the hours away.’ He knew that he sounded like an immature, whinny pet but the man was so peculiar. He took odd to a whole new meaning and it got Raoul’s goat every time he thought of the scientist.



‘Come now Raoul.’ Iason chided and reached over to press a small button on the edge of his keypad and a holographic screen appeared between them, a rather handsome blonde man on the other end, his pale azure eyes hiding amusement.

‘Ion.’

‘Iason.’

‘I must say, this is a bit of a unforeseen surprise.’

Ion chuckled lightly. ‘Yes, I must apologize for this late call but I have just recently arrived in the Amoi star system and decided it’s time for a brief interlude.’ His eyes finally landed on Raoul and mirth flashed across his face. ‘Oh, and I see Raoul is here as well. Funny, I didn’t see you there.’

Raoul’s scowl darkened. ‘Ion, I see you haven’t lost your touch. How is the research coming along.’ he shot back sarcastically. Ion smiled, picking up on Raoul’s mocking tone.

‘Quite well, thank you. I have accomplished a rather substantial amount of research on my travels in space. Actually I have managed to gather quite a few followers as well.’ Ion sighed. ‘But unfortunately Amoi’s pull on me is strong and its something I simply cannot resist.’

‘Will you be staying long this time?'

‘That is to be decided. I have a few pressing matters that need to be address before anything else but the possibilities are endless.’ Something in Ion’s eyes flashed for a moment before it vanished. Something Iason couldn’t quite put his finger on and his curiosity piqued. Was there a motive behind the Blondie’s return or was Iason reading too much into it. he stored it away for further investigation.

‘I am sure Jupiter will be exultant in your return to Amoi. A lot has changed in your absence.’ Raoul glanced over at his old friend and he could read the low note in his voice.

‘Thank you, I am looking forward to the return home.’ Ion nodded his appreciation. ‘I expect a royal welcome.’

To be continued.

Well how was that? I know that you have all been waiting for the next chapter and I had a great time writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy reading it just has much as I enjoyed writing it.
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