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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 mistakes credited to the Beta and not the author..*

*Nope. Failures remain the responsibility of the author.
Author's note: I'm not going to apologize for the delay. Nowadays I'm a regular guest to the hospital, so the chapters will continue to take time. Be assured I don't abandon the story.
To cocoke5: Thank you so much for your continuously reviewing, after all the reviews get an author going.

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Chapter 31: Superiority

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'And justly; for whate'er to light is brought

Deserves again to be reduced to naught.'*

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Kyle, who considered himself a superior being, realized with shock that his control had slipped to the point of allowing real emotion to show on his face, but the question was out.

�What do you think Varja means to the mongrels?�

Arian brushed a stray strand of blond hair from his face and gazed contemptuously at him.

�Varja ... It's the ideal they all hope for, some pray to become while a few strive to achieve it. However as it is, with the years turning around, eyes lose the fierce glance of youth and words the power to motivate them into action. In the end, Varja becomes nothing but a bane to haunt at night.�

�Really? Someone told me it was another word for hope.�

Arian's eyes searched Kyle's for a sign where this sudden thoughtfulness rooted from, but found none. He waited patiently for the other Blondie to snap out of the trance like state he was caught in, somewhat feeling unsettled by the conversation. He leaned forward and whispered in a hushed tone,

�Don't tell me, you are talking about that mongrel of Am's.�

�I should think so.�

Kyle's tone was back to nonchalance with a hint of snideness, but you could tell by one look that the wheels in his head kept turning.

�He is messing with your mind. Get rid of him, Kyle.�

In truth, Kyle had already come to the same conclusion: Get rid of him for good, but there was that nasty trait of the mongrel, provoking curiosity and Kyle's penchant for playing with a prey like cats do with mice. Playing with prey until the unfortunate victims saw no alternative but to surrender to the dominance, exercised over them. This particular prey had tried the Blondie's patience for quite some time. Beside this, Kyle was amazed by Arian's words for they gave a very interesting thought away.

�So you think a mere mongrel is capable of becoming a threat to Tanagura?�

�If transferred into an environment where it doesn't belong, yes.�

�I couldn't agree with you more. A threat, a contradiction to either embrace or fear with a vulnerable facade to veil the danger. Their guilt is out of question, but how about those with a fancy for a mongrel? What are we to do with those?�

For an instant, Arian felt under very close scrutiny as Kyle's eyes bore into him. The silence had become stagnant the second his fellow elite shut up. He was unable to decipher whom exactly the man was referring to. On some level he figured it might be Raoul, but to honour the truth you could easily accuse each and every of Jupiter's golden sons for this same fascination and be proven right. Thus Kyle's words fuelled a growing uneasiness in Arian's stomach and he begged, �I ask you to discontinue this line of questioning.�

A gloved hand waved up, �You are right, enough of worrying thoughts. Do you have all the information you require to defend me against Hazall?�

�Yes, I found your report to be quite thorough. Allow me the question why you attained my services for a matter, hardly worth being addressed.�

�This my friend is where you are wrong,�

Kyle graced him with a subtle yet unusual smile on his face, which made the young advocate raise a brow in wonder.

�I want you to take the matter to the court.�

�Why put yourself to bother? The schedule of the court is filled for Jupiter knows how long.�

The Syndicate leader cocked his head to one side, resting it elegantly on the back of his hand and finally understanding dawned on his comrade. Arian threw his hair back over his shoulders and lifted his glass, filled with an exquisite brand of cognac.

�You sly fox.�

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Raoul sat quietly in the dark, lost in thought. There were several things that bothered him about the impressions he received about the infants. His mental self hovered around their sphere, thriving on the memories and ghosts that the infants had been fed with to grow to balanced individuals. Raoul not yet dared to initiate contact. He had a nagging suspicion that there were forces beyond the infants working against him. Plus the one, that bore responsibility for the dilemma they all had no choice but to face now, remained hidden from his mental eye. He was fairly sure that neither of both Ajaxes , although consuming a vital part in the play, possessed the power to set it in motion.

Raoul had by now gone through all thoughts in his mind over and over, considered every detail from different angles, but he found himself fumbling in the blind unless he admitted himself to accept his own conclusion. Thus he needed to talk to someone, to prove himself right or wrong. He reached out, asking,

'Why, Adam?'

'To return Amoi to the path of evolution.'

'...'

'Haven't you realized we are a fading species?'

Of course he had, Raoul was after all the chief biotechnologist on Amoi and his brilliant mind had foreseen the beginning effects of the genetic drift in both populations for sometime now. How could he have turned a blind eye on the increasing numbers of sapling, he had to fix within their first trimester. Both populations became a dying breed. Infertile, the one way or the other, genetically incompatible and as a matter of fact obsolete. It wasn't as if he was in denial. It was much simpler, he didn't care. Adam apparently did.

'And how exactly do you accomplish evolution through the infants?'

'I didn't. Originally I only intended to gain time, but in the meantime evolution took care of itself.'

'You are contradicting yourself, Adam.'

'To a certain degree. Will you lend us your help, my Raoul?'

'I don't see the point in your question. My help will make no difference, will it?'

'...'

Raoul sensed the awakening of the young Feron. He looked over, studying the large silvery eyes while Kris tried to clear his head from the fog and hold onto a tune in his mind at the same time. He sighed out in a cracked tone of voice, �Couldn't you just go away? What else is here for you to gain?�

�Defeat doesn't suit you, Kris.�

�Whatever Blondie, fuck off and let me lick my wounds in private.� What do you know about defeat? You come and take and I can't even blame you for taking what had been yours all along.

Raul mentally growled as anger began to build. He glared at the huddled figure of the Feron, and, swallowing his pride, kneeled down next to him.

'Leave him be, Raoul.'

'Hush.'

�Your assumptions about me wanting Raven all to myself are pretty accurate, but I found, much to my chagrin, that my wishes are of lesser consequence. So, this Blondie does know a thing or two about defeat, and no, I'm not going to step aside, nor leave you to lick your wounds as you so eloquently put it.�

Kris looked over when Raoul's hand settled on his back, stroking soothing circles over it.

�I don't understand.�

Neither do I. 'Leave us alone, Adam. You will get answers to your questions when I get some to mine.'

'Agreeable.'

�I have decisions to make, Kris, and as it is I'm not at liberty to let you decide whether you assist or not, but please know if I saw an alternative, I wouldn't ask this of you.�

�What do you want?�

�Your memories.�

Kris, having learned the hard way that mankind was more often blinded by ambitions as not and words were less true the more difficult is was to convince somebody of their meaning, did not need to ask why Raoul wanted this from him. After all, he was the only person Raoul would know off, without anything to gain from this suicide mission against Jupiter, aside from heartache maybe. Strange as it was, he was glad it was Raoul, who asked for his memories and not a complete stranger. What opportunities did they anyhow have? Weren't they both equally trapped in Tanagura's social network? Or were they only equally blinded by heavy devotions to a dark haired mongrel? Despite the tears, burning in the back of Kris' eyes, the Feron managed a sarcastic smile, saying,

�It's O.K.�

Raoul ran his fingers through the coppery red strands of the ex-pet, massaging his temples,

�You don't need to be awake; cry yourself to sleep if you can take comfort in it. I won't hurt you.�

Don't be gentle with me. I can't hate you when you are and I need to hate you.

'No, you don't.'

Raoul was already in his mind.

While Kris curled in on himself and took a deep breath, Raoul closed his eyes, listening to nothing, seeing nothing, concentrating only on that almost ethereal tingling, that announced his mind reaching the verge of moving about free from flesh and bone. He allowed himself to indulge in the sensation, fascinated by it. Both his body and soul seemed to lose contact with reality, but unlike before, darkness did not take their place and threatened to debase him to the feral state, that Raoul, being the refined person his upbringing guaranteed him to become, detested. The bloodhound, still roared within him, but it picked the wrong time to cause trouble. Suddenly the path to his true powers lay on display before Raoul's very own eyes, ready to be stepped upon, and thus Adam finally succeeded in shaking off Jupiter's collar from his finest and most beloved creation.

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* J.W. Goethe, Faust I, l. 1340
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