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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 spelling and grammatical oversights are the error of the Beta and not the author.*

*You know my opinion about this.

To cocoko5:

Thank you for the review. You will have to wait a little longer - Raoul still isn't going to find out. Maybe next chapter.

To Ryn:

Thank you and welcome. Being responsible for a lack of sleep, I offer some virtual caffeine :-)

Big thanks to all my readers, bigger thanks to the reviewers. Have a wonderful 2008!

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Chapter 30: silver platter

Eos on a silver platter.

What could possibly be the worth of Eos to an ex-pet? Nothing; but that still it didn't mean the situation at hand could be called a natural consequence, or could it? The dichotomy, however, went much deeper filling the predator with amusement. Laughter spilled out from the corners of his mouth, but instead of simply ebbing away in the wide room, it oozed into the consciousness of the onlookers, making them tremble. Probably for the frighteningly cold sound, probably for the growing suspicion of imminence, or simply for its foreign nature on the lips of a Blondie. It didn't really matter.

Raoul took a step towards the young man, ignoring the barrel unmistakably pointed at his face.

The room was filled with just enough light to reveal the contours of the surrounding environment but the predator�s artificial eyes had no problem discerning what or rather who, was housed in the line of tubes. Raoul's inner freak for accuracy briefly criticized the incompleteness of information gained from Jupiter before casting off this odd thought. His eyes settled on a familiar face in the center tube.

�Now would be the time to shoot.�

A considerable amount of throats in the room cleared upon hearing the unconcerned tone in the Blondie�s comment. Raoul simply offered a smile to Kris, whose hold on the gun tightened to the point of being painful. Goosebumps erupted all over his skin. In between the indifferent passing of moments, the Blondie turned around uttering the same statement, �Now would be the time to shoot.�

While his eyes, cold unforgiving slabs of emerald, bore into the ones of the future leader of the Syndicate. Every movement of the younger Blondie now scrutinized with blatant interest. To the onlookers it became difficult to continue watching the unfolding drama between Blondie and the Jupiter Child. Where ordinary people matured over the trials and errors of life, the artificial did know nothing about those things. With only the choice to function as perfect designed and programmed biological entities, they had no need for trials and much less tolerance for error. Hence the one sided mind of the young Blondie refused the escapade of any other decision than to carry out the order, received from the god known by the name of Jupiter.

In consequence a flash of light illuminated the room before a cry merged from Dorian's throat. And that was it. The tube wasn't broken, nobody screamed alarm, Raoul didn't clap his hands in acknowledgement of Dorian's sufficiency. Instead serene nothingness filled the realities around him and the voice of Raoul,

�Remember the decision you just made, Jupiter Child.�

Only now managing to catch his breath, Dorian sank to his knees with the bitter taste of defeat heavy on his tongue. The illusion in his mind ceased to a pleasurable fog. Obviously he was dismissed by Raoul, who now stood in front of the small redheaded ex-pet. He found he did not want to cause him harm, not for all he presented.

�What's that?�

Kris said nothing in return, only his eyes flashed in a spontaneous burst of anger. Despite the cold sweat, breaking from his armpits, he neither did budge, nor drop his weapon. Raoul was already in his mind, taking what he wanted to know but at the same time sending wave after soothing wave over the troubled waters of Kris' mind. With the exception of Nyet, it made no sense to the bystanders. They had neither concept of Raoul�s powers nor an understanding of the shared past the Blondie and the redhead shared.

Kris on the other hand had trouble adjusting to what was going on inside of his head. He tried to comprehend what he was experiencing. No longer having control over his own body sent him into a frenzy in which he hurled curse after curse at the man, who relentlessly pushed his mind and body to pass out. After all the young man's psyche was no match for the Blondie. His legs gave way and he slumped against Raoul's broad chest, a flood of tears staining the dark fabric where his face touched.

But his torment didn't end there and then. Raoul caught him, even cradled him safe in his arm while wiping away the tears, whispering,

�Our Raven wouldn't appreciate those.�

�Ours?� Kris wanted to scream. Raven had never truly been his and the Blondie was rubbing it in his face in a most crucial way.

'He was and he is, more than you realize. Go to sleep, trouble will find you soon enough.'

Liar! But what difference did it make?

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With Kris in a fireman's lift, Raoul walked along the line of alcoves. He didn't dive into one of their psyches yet. At first he had to discern their mental state, if there was a mental state, something of a hard task with all the interference in the room.

�Nyet,� the man was frozen to the spot. �Clear the room!�

It certainly didn't occur to the natural bossy technician to object. He nodded vigorously in response but otherwise remained dumb with consternation.

�Is there a problem?�

It didn't seem within the realm of possibility that the technician would came to grips with the situation as long as Raoul remained in the same room, which was just as fine; he anyhow felt drained. Even in his current state the little Feron was a fountain of memories and given that most of them circled around the mongrel Raoul happened to crave just as much as the redhead, he eagerly delved into them.

His feet found the way to the accommodations on their own, the quarter both ex-pets shared. In Kris memories Raven brimmed with confidence. Sure he lacked the ferocity, his father hid behind his delicate appearance but he was striking nonetheless, for his personality and amazing agile mind. A number of people were enchanted by his charisma, but Raven also gathered enemies along the way.

Even though Kris' memories conveyed a life full of deprivations, they revealed a certain happiness Raven had found here. With maddening clarity Raoul realized it neither came from freedom, like he had assumed, nor the presence of Kris in his life. It came from the one thing that Raoul, though unintended, refused the mongrel � a purpose.

The Feron was placed on the bed and Raoul took the liberty to roam around the small room. The scent of Raven on the sheets had sent a ripple of excitement to his nether regions, so thrilling to the beast within. He couldn't possibly suffer the side effect of the pill cocktail after such a short period of time; perhaps he had used too much. Raoul bit back a moan and turned on the cold water in the bathroom unit to splash it into his face.

Even though Lucius Point didn't support personal belongings (accommodations, clothing, toiletries and supplies looked more or minder the same) bore the austere room an impress of both Raven and Kris. The com-system could obviously tell a thing or two about it. But now was not the time to indulge in daydreaming.

Raoul unpacked the contents of his surgical case, aligning them neatly on the deposit under the mirror. First the pillbox with the imprint of Jupiter's Special Investigation Unit, next the spray sanitizer, an auto injector, color coded cartridges, pentips and transdermal patches followed. Raoul's wrist watch made up the line.

He took one of the cartridges Adam had sent him a day after his last visit, bringing it to eye level. Existing to serve Jupiter � had it not taken a large toll on him? He put the small object back and rested his palms on the basin. Unfamiliar feral eyes gazed at him from the mirror.

Which one is it?

Raoul's thoughts wandered to Raven, he glanced over at the Feron on their shared bed. His inner beast stuck up its head, aiming at the dark brows, the bridge of the nose and the sensual lips; and thus the decision was made. Raoul emptied the box of pills into the basin, from where a whirl of cold water took them down the drain towards their ultimate destiny. He set the three injections with practiced ease, following Adam's instructions to the letter, finally applying a transdermal patch to the base of his skull, hidden from view behind the curtain of his golden hair.

The watch told him it was going to take some time now. Yet, first tingling sensation ran through every nerve of Raoul's body, literally begging him to scream out. Meditation should make it easier to convince the body to give in to the changes, so he crossed over to the sitting area.

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For the past twelve years, ever since failing the promotion into the prized ranks of the Syndicate for the sake of a derivative, that was barely seeded, doubt shook the very foundations of Arian Zeus' Elite education.

He managed to keep the improper ideas at bay until the evening of the formal introduction. Leader Am had the spurious joy of introducing the Jupiter Child � the chosen one � to the whole echelon of Eos society. Arian's head swam from the heat in the room as he struggled past the maze of bodies to catch a glimpse of the sapling, which outweighed his three magna cum laude degrees.

He expected a super artificial alike the former leader; instead he found a blond haired boy, with large blue eyes and a feminine grace, who admittedly oozed fierceness and determination. However, all in all it made no difference to any other Blondie freshly weaned of the growth chamber.

In the face of this blatant injustice jealousy rose its ugly head and to Arian's great surprise no small number of attendees shared the very same opinion.

This morning he had been called away urgently back to Eos to settle a dispute, involving chairman Hazall and the second leader, that threatened to get out of hand. Jupiter's every order was a priority, so there was no other option but to go. At this point Kyle did not realize that his personal request of Arian's interference was tantamount to putting himself in front of a firing squad.

Even though Kyle's stance carried a notch of nonchalance, he hadn't taken away his eyes from the laboratory bench. A concerned look marred his features while he arranged supplies, exclusively needed for tempering with one's mind. Arian tensed in surprise at first but then willed himself to relax. The churning in his gut however didn't go away.

�Sir Kyle, you have a guest.�

Arian slipped past the attendant into the lab, giving his former class mate a smile, worthy of an Elite,

�Arian Zeus, to your bidding.�

The corners of Kyle's lips lid up in a bemused smile, but the conversation turned serious in the same instant he opened his mouth unceremoniously declaring,

�You made it all the way here. You surely want to know the cause I called upon you.�

�Of course,� Arian's watery blue eyes lingered a moment on the lab bench, before he quickly added, �Chairman Hazall is making your life difficult?�

�A mere trifle, that's what it is, but since the chairman took the effort to invoke the council over the course of a mere pet, I can't possibly deal with him personally.�

�Not exactly my field; isn't usually Am the one to settle all foreign disputes?�

Kyle placed an arm around the other Blondie's shoulders and walked him out of the lab towards the elevator, �Unfortunately Raoul is busy out of town.�

That tiny bit of information certainly caught Arian's attention.

�My assistant will get you the file. Feel free to use my office and personnel as you see fit. We can fill in the gaps later, let's say at five?�

�Five it is.�

Thus said he stepped into the elevator and turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of dark hair, belonging to the poor creature that was about to be introduced to the devices in Kyle's lab. For a split second Arian's eyes settled on its features, that he, although never having seen face to face, clearly recognized as belonging to none other than the pet of Raoul Am.

How many nights had he dreamt about such an opportunity?

Smiling to himself the dissident realized, he was going to have a very busy day.
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