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Coincidence	By : Kiba Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 9481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you Anons for your reviews.

To Anon 2: I will explain a little bit more about Raven's past.

Thanks to everybody for reading!

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chapter 4: encounters and nearing

Ravens first encounter with Kyle took place the day before the grand opening. He sauntered into the great hall, tired if waiting for Janus, who promised to keep him him company after the evening preparations. A good two hours later, the furniture was nowhere to be seen and the mongrel bored enough to throw all of Janus' objections to the winds.

Sure, the youth had trouble to build up his previous routine after the temporary furniture had been released from the penthouse, but damn it, Raven was simply not accustomed to sweet idleness. Actually he deemed scrubbing floors for a nice change.

A little absorbed in thoughts, he failed to take notice of the Blondie, sitting in Raoul's favorite chair.

�It's customary to greet, but I suppose a mere mongrel doesn't know how to behave.�

�And I don't suppose a Blondie is expected to patronize a mongrel.�

The rebuff found a ready welcome by Kyle. A pet who didn't lower his head could turn out to be fun. The boy's stunning blue eyes betrayed a certain smartness, despite their piercing look Thus and his appealing features promised pleasures exclusive to the respective owner but 'a little game' was surely allowed. The mongrel's attitude practically begged for it.

His day took a turn from bad to worse, when the Blondie barred his way.

�I didn't dismiss you.�

Raven shrugged his shoulders, answering without batting an eye,

�I don't have business with you.�

�Do you realize to whom you dare talking.�

�Full well, Sir Kyle.�

�That's just the name.�

�Like Mr. Market?�

Mutual arrogance established the basis for the dialog, one conversation partner staring down, a superior smile on his face, the other glaring up, at most annoyed, by no means impressed.

�You take me indeed by surprise. I'd surely memorize you, if I was involved with you.� Kyle took a step towards the boy, �Someone so insolent an arrogant.�.

Closing the spaces between them with the last words, he shove the mongrel hard against the next wall, affectively ceasing attempted escape by closing a hand around Raven's throat.

�Let's see what kind of pet you make.�

Unfortunately appealed the sullen look of the mongrel to Kyle's penchant for domination. Wanting the boy to submit to him, albeit grudgingly, he ordered,

�Undress!�

�No way!�

The Blondie pinned pinned both of the boy's wrists above his head. Having reached a reached a kind of impasse, Kyle's sardonic smile gave Raven indeed the creeps.

�Really?�

Raven's garment came undone and the Blondie roamed his hand around the tiny body. Slowly. Charging. The mongrel was beautiful, in spite of the scars. Clearly defined muscles, taut and firm � worth to play with.

Kyle, leering at him with, drove the poor boy over the edge. Conscience left him with the rush of adrenaline. He tried to yank his arms out of the viselike grip but the Blondie just tightened his hold, cutting the blood circulation. He was forced to his toes, before he even had time to land a kick. The only thing he had managed so far, was to excite Kyle further. Realizing the fatal mistake made Raven's hair stand on end.

�How long does it take until your protest turns into moans of pleasure?�

The Blondie leaned down and licked the side of Raven's throat while his gloved fingers traveled down from a nipple to his navel. The boy choke convulsively. Though he was near panic, no sound left his mouth.

Thanks to a call from his worried furniture, Raoul reached the penthouse at that very moment. Kyle released Raven, turning to his friend without a backward glance at his victim,

�Not one shred of morality, but worthwhile to train.� He walked over to Raoul, acting as if nothing had happened, �You can't show him off with the scars. Call Kalga 84 for reconstruction. He can turn out to be an interesting pet.�

A wanton smile crossed his lips. Upon hearing those words, Raven's usual calm face transformed into a vitriolic grimace - a look, Riki often granted Raoul with. That hit home, unfortunately with the wrong Blondie.

�Into your room, pet!�

He couldn't have sound any more disgusted. Raven, usually bearing all the marks of an inhabitant from Ceres with dignity, reacted now with predictable rage, kicking an armchair with all of his might before storming off. The classification mongrel � the word itself � was a label he proudly wore but this kind of injustice, although present in every mongrel's life, was nothing he ever got used to. But at that very moment he cared more about washing away the disgusting feeling of Kyle's hands on him, so he went showering.

Raoul, unsure how to best handle the matter, asked Kyle to leave, �Flaunt your perversions in the privacy of your apartment and not with my pet!�

He considered his open display of anger disgracing, the more so because he took it out on Raven, instead of Kyle, who was the one to blame for the incident. Unfortunately Blondies are not used to apologizing.

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Calming down proved to be a hard task. It was long past midnight but sleep wouldn't find him and so Raven, still angered, stole himself out of his room to sit on the ledge of the balcony, hoping that some fresh air might manage to relax him.

Raoul still got light on in his private office. His hard working, did not went unnoticed by the mongrel's eyes. He watched Raoul out of the shadows, thinking that Katze surely did the same right now. He imagined, how he would spend the night in Midas - sitting on one of Katze's sofas with a portable unit, while the dealer operated from his main terminal.

Over the years Raven had gotten used to Katze's rhythm and shared it. He knew when to bring coffee or to empty out the ashtray. He took care of the dealer, silently admired him, even needing him and deep within loving him. How much he missed the dealer, though nothing ever happened between them.
Katze.

Raoul looked alike, while worrying about his files. His intrinsic discipline got Raven more and more intrigued with him. He often pondered over him and what made him look so sad. Raoul looked always sad, if not a little lost. He doubted there were much moments of joy in the Blondie's life.

Even golden elites have their problems.

The anger melted away.

Raoul isn't bad.

Raven silently served him a cup of coffee and went to bed.

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Raoul hated diplomatic dinners and was quite eager to get away from them, especially with Hazall as a guest. After the torturous event, the acoustics of the great hall were the best to seek shelter in a piano piece.

Wine would have been nice. To lazy to get it on his own, he vaguely regretted dismissing Janus. To his great surprise, Raven proffered him a glass of Red Kephranos � Raoul's favorite wine. The boy said nothing, just smiled before making another effort to be helpful. He positioned himself behind the Blondie and rubbed out his shoulders, which was promptly rewarded with appreciating moanes .

�What's gotten into you?�

�You deserve it.�

�You deserve it is a rarely used phrase for a pet to his master.�

�Whatever. After an evening with Hazall even Kyle deserved a little welfare.�

The name Hazall called Raoul's immediate attention,

�You got business with Hazall?�

�I did some investigations on him.�

The Blondie turned around in his chair, gently positioning the boy on the elbow rest.

�Hazall?�

�I don't trust him.�

�Me neither, but I would like to know, how you formed such a view on him.�

�Well ... Not even his own comrades trust him. Hazall flatters you, clandestine putting a bounty on you.� He touched Raoul's belt buckle where the protection shield button was situated, �Thus or just good luck prevented you from far too dangerous attacks. I recall rumors about Hazall having murdered the famous Mink at Dana Burn but I'm too young to remember exactly.�

Raoul, on the contrary, remembered perfectly well, �Yes pet, there occurred an incident, but not at Dana Burn. The attackers were killed on the spot.�

�Mongrels without doubt.�

Raoul answered in an angry voice, �They attacked an elite!�

He had been present back then, right after one of those boring diplomatic dinners, only that Jason dealt with Hazall. It felt so strange to talk about it with the young mongrel, the more so because the argument about Riki, he and Iason had at that time.

�Don't become angry. That's not what I'm driving at.�

�Go on.�

�As long as Hazall stays on Amoi, there are plenty of opportunities for a mongrel to gain some money. It's common knowledge in Ceres. Not all of his fellows have the money to spend their time in Midas and not a few some have ... more disgusting ambitions, that can only be served in Ceres.�

Rape. Common among the lower military men from the outer rims.

�While drunk they are quite talkative, plus they are the lowest of the low � easy to befriend with. 'An ugly chimera', that's Amoi called in the rims.�

�Bothersome, but without impact.�

�It looks like it, yes, but things will not mandatory remain this way.�

To Raven incautiousness cursed nothing but trouble. The Blondie might have cut the library terminal off from the system, but for a boy with his skills, the act presented no serious hindrance.
Raoul would get to know that soon.

Raven already knew about Katze's half a dozen of errand boys, that vanished in the past three weeks, although he had no idea what to make of it. Neither did he know if a connection between the errand boys and the mysterious hacker, that entered Jeeko's main-system, existed. All things considered, Raven felt concerned and longed to talk to Katze. Something brewed in the muddy waters of the market; the trade convention only added to his worries.

�Don't take it lightly, Raoul. There is always something fishy when it comes to Hazall.�

Occupied with Raven's facial expression, Raoul suddenly longed for more intimacy with the boy. He pulled him into his lap and hugged him tight, pleasantly surprised when he didn't show the slightest inclination to get away, yet came even closer, resting his head against Raoul's chest.

�Are you really concerned for me, my pet?�

Raven shot him a teasing glance, �Would you like to move under Kyle's roof?� He closed his eyes, answering Raoul's question, �Yes ... You are irreplaceable in the market.�
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