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Coincidence	By : Kiba Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 9481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All grammatical and spelling errors are the Beta�s doing and not of the author. Be kind to both author and Beta as English is our second language!

To cocoko5:

Thank you for the review! Yes, Kyle can be 'cold' but he does it with the best intentions for Raoul, at least half of the time. Enjoy!

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Chapter 28: An Artificial God�s Madness*

�I knew immediately you were back, mongrel. A little sway to his hips, a sparkle in his eyes. You couldn't stay away, could you? I even left you the Feron. You should have been grateful but instead you come back to torment him again. This has to stop, once and forever!�

Raven tried to calm down, his heart beating so fast he could barely think. Kyle had him up against a wall and was leaning in on him. If it wasn't for Kyle�s last remark, he might have possibly given credit to the concern marking the Blondie�s voice.

�I wish we met under different circumstances. I like you, really I do.� He trailed a thumb over Raven's lips and up to his cheeks, �Such delicate features, such expressive eyes.� He tapped his temple, �Such an exceptional mind. Katze did well in hiding you away. It's a shame, but you can't expect me to sit by and watch Raoul throw away everything for you, black beauty.�

Raven's eyes widened; he couldn�t get his body to stop shaking. He was done for and he knew it. He could have asked a lot of questions but for some reason the only one, he could think of and voice was, �How can you do this to him?

�You are mistaken, little mongrel, I'm doing nothing. You on the other hand ... Your very existence is a threat to Raoul�s life�Selfish little mongrel who only thinks of his own needs without regards to what his actions reflect back on Raoul� Have you no honor, mongrel?�

Assaulting his honor � ancestry would have infuriated Raven three years ago, maybe should have infuriated him now; instead Kyle�s words numbed him. Surprisingly even the prospect of becoming mentally crippled or killed didn't bother him as much as he'd expected; still he felt broken � broken by the prospect Kyle's threat becoming truth to Raoul, Kris also, Liam and maybe even Ajax.

He spied his reflection in the window behind the Blondie. A mongrel, a most insignificant creature with messed dark hair, shady bags under the eyes, hollow cheeks and clothes, fitting him no more � the typical slum rat.

Nothing else?

Raven forced himself to straighten his appearance.

Kris will know.

He locked gazes with Kyle.

Liam will know.

And glared daggers at him.

Raoul will know.

Kyle, watching Raven, narrowed his eyes. Something was going on in the mongrel's mind. In spite of the threat, Raven was not in the least perturbed. Furious he bit his lips, and smashed the coffee-mug, including its hot confinements in the Blondie's face.

I know!

Kyle�s eyes watered blurring his vision from the intense pain of his nose fracturing under the violent assault, but he had been expecting the mongrel to act � the little hazard never bore anything dished out at him silently - and was prepared. He caught him in his arms, their faces so close together, their eyes met again, and suddenly Kyle, realizing a strange confidence in Raven's blue orbs, found himself looked at as an equal rather an Elite. This wasn�t the same quivering little pet he met three years ago. Something had changed in the mongrel.

As if it pleased him to unnerve the Blondie, Raven thrust out his chin and smiled ... knowingly ... unnerving knowingly. Thus, being the final straw in maintaining his self control, Kyle positioned a pocket sized version of a shock eye at the base of Raven's skull paralyzing him.

The mongrel�s slender body went into convulsions, his teeth gnashing; still Kyle held the trigger pressed until his eyes rolled back in the head leaving their whites mutely staring at the world, unconsciousness taking away their unsettling expression.

If he hadn't hung limp as a wet towel in the Blondie�s arm, he'd seen that mask of superiority torn from Kyle's face. The Blondie bit his lip, recalling memories of Raoul with the mongrel at his side. They stubbornly refused to fall into oblivion; maybe for the sparkle in Raoul's eyes ... the sway to his hips ... his expressed being alive � in short everything that distracted him from internally being a Blondie and made him stand out of the crowd. In a Iasonish-like way? Kyle did not know. Rationalizing pointless ...

He ran his fingers through the mop of hair, that resembled the personality of its owner and whispered into an ear, �I really liked you; you could have spent years watching Midas from the height of Eos, but you just had to stick your nose where it didn't belong.�

He scooped Raven up into his arms heading towards the garage. Smiling inwardly at his furniture�s startled look, he settled in the back with the poor lad in his arms, �Eos-tower.�

�Yes, Sir Kyle.�

In the heavy traffic of the morning hours, he allowed his thoughts to drift away; only to be snapped back by his cell phone.

�Haven't I told you to wait for my call?�

�...�

�Yes, right beside me.�

�...�

�I fear, I have to nullify this part of the deal but be assured, he is in capable hands.�

The Blondie smiled despite the disappointed rambling on the other side of the phone. He never truly intended to leave the mongrel � dead or alive � to this particular culprit.

�Accusing me of dishonor? You must truly be grateful to be back in Jupiter's good grades but, and I mean this with the best intentions, you might want to remember who exactly holds your assets.�

�...�

�You're welcome, Mr. Hazall.�

His gaze slid toward Raven's still form next to him, then away to the window again. The sun was on the rise, bathing the city in an unnatural deep red light.

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The door slid open, giving a dull beeping noise. An insignificant sound that accompanied more than 70 percent of Eos' doors; however, in this particular case it presented the overture to entering the sanctum. Raoul's gaze instantly fell onto the large armchair opposite to Jupiter's pedestal.

Iason's presence still lingered in the room; it wouldn't leave Raoul alone every time and for as long as he was compelled to appear before Jupiter - a given, he'd come to accept long time ago. Today he shared the favor of being in the god's presence.

Between the chair and the pedestal stood a Blondie with familiar platinum blond hair and a bulky garment. His casual stance betrayed a youthful confidence, that wasn't suited for a syndicate leader but essential nonetheless.

Acknowledging Raoul's advent the holographic entity materialized itself in all its shimmering glory. Few had ever been selected to witness its presence; still it gave Raoul nothing except a feeling of weight added to the load already on his shoulders. He lightly bowed his head in Jupiter's direction and took a wineglass from the side table next to the chair, cutting Dorian.

Jupiter jammed informations and pictures into their minds, so fast it felt like a stream of ice ripped into their brains. Dorian's body shuddered but held his ground, never giving the elder Blondie the satisfaction of seeing him weak if only for a second.

The things Raoul saw were fascinating, though impudent and almost incredible to accomplish. There was no need for Jupiter's hastened passing them and the AI still wasn't done transferring. Raoul feared for the intactness of his mental structure. Balling his left hand into a fist with enough pressure to cut through the skin with his nails gave him something to focus on, an anchor. Concentrating on the pain provided his mind with an escape route before it got swept away in the data-flood.

Finally the AI slowed and Raoul sifted through the already gained information, assorting and weighting them. An audacious plan - shared by federalists, seemingly rogue Blondies and people, whose existence was too insignificant to even acknowledge - gained shape before his mind's eye. He wasn't surprised to find Hazall's name as the Samaritan, who found out the conspirators at Lucius Point.

Marching orders finished the transmission, though nothing had been presented that would have required his personal assistance, lest peradventure the AI hid something. Dorian apparently agreed with his opinion, he shot Raoul a side ward glance, his brow risen.

Jupiter left its pedestal and appeared in front of Dorian, talking privately to him before it moved back and a black casket descended from the floor between the two Blondies. Raoul's jaw constricted, yet he couldn't avoid the sight of the two ruby red rings. Reaching for the ring his gaze became cold, his features hardened, while Dorian's took on a non to miss excitement.

Raoul braced himself for the inevitable order to carry out capital punishment. The AI continued from its elevated position, unmoved when it transferred information about the delinquents.

Thirty sixth level under ground� left from the elevator

Before Raoul's mind�s eye unfold an image of a boy, about six years of age, pale brown hair with an aristocratic look.

Terminate!

A girl of the same age, silver hair, green eyes.

Terminate!

Another boy, Blondie through and through.

Terminate!

A blue.

Terminate!

Dorian gasped in shock, all excitement driven from his face. Raoul grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the armchair, holding him there with a viselike grip, making him feel the full weight of what it meant to sit in that chair.

A platinum blond teenager.

Terminate!

Terminate!

Terminate!

Terminate!

...

Finally the face of another teenager with dark blond curls and a wild touch.

Terminate!

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*Title suggestion by my dear beta.
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