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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44153 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer:I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. But I do own all the original peeps that I’ve chosen to invade the AnK world.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.

Parts: 50 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

“Whacha do’n?”

“Working,” Marcus curtly replied to his overly energetic mongrel draped across the armchair in front of his desk.

“Why?”

“Because that is what I do.” Marcus went back to the plans spread on his desk.

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t work, then I will lose my position and not be considered a top Blondie.” Ignoring the boy had proven to be ineffective when Marcus had tried to step into his office by himself, the boy making such a ruckus behind the closed door that he had been forced to give him entrance.

“Why?”

Marcus glared up at the grinning mongrel. “I allowed you to come in here because you swore that you would be quiet while I worked, that you would read to pass the time.” Marcus looked at the book in Keita’s hands…the book that the mongrel was currently looking at upside down. Could the mongrel even read? Marcus hadn’t thought about it at the time.

“This book is boring. I’m more interested in what you are doing,” Fidget sweetly said.

“What I’m doing will be just as uninteresting as that first edition of plant cultivating your sticky fingers are ruining,” huffed Marcus. “Be quiet so I can continue.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to get this finished.”

“Why?”

“Because there is a serious problem, and it is my duty to discover said problem and handle it.” Marcus felt like pulling his hair out with every interruption.

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t discover where we are losing water, it can be a very bad,” Marcus said slowly. Slowly in hopes that his tone would insult the boy into thinking he was mocking him and his intelligence, all in the hopes that the mongrel would stop in from asking his infernal ‘whys’.

“Why?” Fidget giggle at him.

Marcus gripped the edges of his desk; plan failed. “What will it take to shut you up?” Marcus demanded, batting at his hair to get it off his face.

“Let me sit on your lap, please.”

“Fine!” Marcus hissed. Anything to keep the boy happy, and more importantly, quiet. “Don’t you have anything better to do,” grunted Marcus when the boy jumped into his lap. “Why don’t you go and see what Simon is doing?”

“He’s cooking dinner,” Answered Fidget as he wrapped his arms around Marcus’s neck. “It’s boring watching Simon cook. He doesn’t talk very much, and he never lets me lick the spoon after he mixes the batter for the desert he bakes.” Fidget snuggled down into the Blondie’s lap. “I’d much rather be with you. Your fun to be with.”

“How about telling Simon to delay dinner and the both of you search the online shops for an outfit for the party?” Marcus suggested, slightly pleased that the mongrel thought he was fun to be around.

“Already did,” Fidget chirped.

“Then why don’t you go help Simon with the peroration of our meal?” Marcus sighed when the boy constantly moved his head so that he couldn’t see the paperwork on his desk.

“Why?”

“Because I need to work!”

“Why?”

Marcus pressed his lips closed, but the need to explain the importance of what he was trying to do proved to be too much for him, and against his will he still ended up replying back to the mongrel, “I have a job to do that is very important to me. You said you would be quiet if I allowed you to sit on my lap.”

“Ah uh, I never said I would keep silent. I only asked if I could sit on your lap. It’s not my fault that you automatically assumed that that was what would keep me from asking my questions,” Fidget smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m bored.”

“Why don’t you try being bored somewhere else?” Marcus hissed, wondering why he didn’t just command the boy to remove his disturbing presence from his sight. Most likely it was the same reason he tolerated the boy’s scandalous assault against his body. No matter how irritated he became with the mongrel he still wanted him near.

“But its fun to be bored with someone else,” Fidget complained pitifully.

“I am not bored. I’m trying to work!” Marcus pinched Keita’s lips closed when they opened, no doubt to ask another annoying ‘why’. “Look.” With the boy draped across his lap, Marcus turned the boy’s head to look at the prints spread on his desk. “This is a map of all of our underground tunnels. Unlike most planets, our water system does not hold our fresh rain water above ground. Instead we transport it to a well.”

Marcus stopped Keita from touching the prints. “Look, don’t touch.” Marcus ignored the boy’s dishearten look. “Hundreds of thousands of gallons of water is then released to purification tanks.” Marcus pointed to ten square shapes on the prints. “After the water has been filtered of impurities it then is released to these tunnels, but that is where my problem starts,” Marcus grumbled, his brows furrowing.

“Somehow, in-between the transfer from the tunnels to us something happens. The calculations of what we should have are off.”

Fidget nibbled on him lower lip as he looked at his Blondie’s troubled expression to the map of tunnels in front of him. He genuinely like the Blondie, not understanding why Riki always tried to warn them against them. The Elite was a funny guy. So preppy and easy to pick on. A little demanding, but nothing that Fidget could work around. He didn’t understand why Riki made them all out to be controlling monsters.

Rikihad warned them to keep as much of what they could do, and what they knew, to themselves …but…. Marcus had been kind to him… Fidget knew how irritating he was being, and he was doing it on purpose too. It wouldn’t hurt to help Marcus with his problem, right? Fidget asked himself. “Did you ever think that maybe your prints were wrong?” Fidget gingerly asked.

Marcus arrogantly raised a perfectly shaped brow. “It is not wrong.”

“But,” stressed Fidget, “If it was, then that might account to where all that water is disappearing too.”

“And you think you know the answer to this problem?” asked Marcus.

“Not only do I think I do, but I know I do,” Fidget grinned.

“Then by all means, please show me,” Marcus chuckled. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t spare the boy some of his time, not since he couldn’t get any work done until the mongrel lost interest in what he was doing.

Fidget hesitated, Riki’s warning ringing in his head, but in the end he pointed to a section on Marcus’s blue prints. “This right here is wrong…” Fidget looked up at the Blondie. “Your prints are missing a great deal of information.”

Marcus frowned, gazing over the boy’s head, looking at where he was touching. “No, these plans are up to date.”

Fidget nibbled his lower lip, shaking his head slowly. “No it’s not…At this section of the tunnels, it doesn’t go straight like it says here.” Fidget grabbed a blank sheet of paper, and a pen, and began to draw. “There should be a turn, another system of tunnels that T’s off from the middle of tunnel C…”

Marcus watched in amazement at the add-ons the mongrel made. The accuracy, the precise diminutions. “How do you know this?” Marcus whispered, taking the drawing from Keita’s hands the second he was finished.

“…Because I use to play in those tunnels when I was a kid, freshly released from Guardian,” Fidget muttered, still wondering if he done the right thing in imparting this information with the Blondie.

“You played in these tunnels?” Marcus demanded. “If these tunnels are connected as you claim, then water rushes through them randomly every couple minutes!”

“Mmm,” Fidget agreed, nodding his head. “ ‘Dead Man’s Run’, that’s what we all called it. The goal was to try and reach the hatch before the water came and swept us away….The other’s don’t know this…not even my brother…but I went farther then the hatch all of the gang knows about.” Fidget snatched the paper out of Marcus’s hand, throwing it on the desk, and made the Blondie wrap his arms around him.

“There are other hidden rooms in those old tunnels. Safe zones that I could hide in until the water went away, and it’s not like I didn’t run around there unprepared,” Fidget quickly announced when he saw that the Blondie was about to scold him. “I had air canisters, rope, wall connecters, so that if I couldn’t find a hidden hatch, I could hook myself to one of the many metal loops in the wall that would keep me from being washed away.” Fidget shrugged. “I was bored.”

Marcus was inappropriately pleased that the boy had told him something that he had never told his brother, but also horrified at what he was hearing. He knew the dangers of those tunnels, having seen more then a dozen of his workers be killed trying to fix something that their repair bots could not. To think that his little mongrel had venture through that maze of tunnels made Marcus quake.

His people had the best equipment available…. While Keita probably had nothing but a few yards of threadbare rope and rusty hooks to ‘safely’ harness himself while a wall of water came barreling towards him…and he did it all just because he was bored? Marcus shivered at what the boy might do to shave the mundane existence normal pets enjoyed in Eos.

Fidget grinned at Marcus’s worried expression, laying his head on the Blondie’s shoulder. “You know… the tunnels I just told you about shouldn’t be what is causing the missing percentages you are finding in your calculations,” said Fidget, twirling a lock of Marcus’s hair. “Ceres has no factories, power plants or water purification facilities…but we still have running water, power to light our streets, and heat to warm up our homes.”

“Ceres has a population of over eight thousand. If you take in their numbers, and what it would take to hydrate them, would you come up even?” wondered Fidget, yawning.

Yes, Marcus said silently, adding the numbers quickly in his head. The drawing Keita drew was incomplete, but Marcus could bet that it ran throughout Ceres, after all they were once apart of their city. It had been before his time as an Elite when that section was cut off, and had always thought of it as ‘separate’. And in all purposes it should have been. Marcus had never thought to wonder about how the mongrels survived. It was never a concern of his nor had he even held a thought of the creatures, other then the ones he had about Riki and his unseemly presence in Eos and the disruptions he caused.

“I haven’t broached the subject with Iason just yet, but you commented about Riki being “tagged with nanties by Jupiter”, what did you mean by that?” Marcus questioned, nudging the mongrel who was falling asleep on his shoulder awake so he could answer him.

“….Just as I said,” mumbled Fidget sleepily. “Jupiter helped us get Riki out of here, but she also injected Riki with some nasty bugs. She used them to track Riki and us, and also sent some of her goons to follow us…and…”

“And what Keita?” Marcus gently shook the mongrel gently.

“Don’t call me that,” Fidget grumbled. “My name isn’t for someone like you to use.”

“It’s your name, and I plan to call you by it.” Marcus glared down at the boy.

  “My name. Which means it’s mine, and I haven’t given you my consent to use it,” haughtily replied Fidget, snuggling deeper in the Blondie’s warm embrace.

Marcus felt like strangling the boy, but also wanted to hold him even tighter to him. Marcus hugged the boy to his chest. Were all mongrels like this? Marcus wondered. Did all of them have the inability to bow their heads to Elites? Or was it just this particular band that had Riki as their leader?

Riki in itself was an anomaly, and it seemed like everyone around Iason’s black haired mongrel was affected if they spent too much time around him. Could his presence have effected these mongrels that all his brethren have taken into their homes? From what Marcus knew, all of these mongrels knew Riki when they were in Guardian, they were a band of misfits since they were children.

Marcus rubbed his chin in unknowing affection on the top of his sleeping mongrel’s head. There was much he did not know, and that lack of knowledge left him with an uncomfortable sense of weakness that Marcus did not like one bit.

From what Keita told him unknowingly, Jupiter was still caring for the citizens of Ceres. Marcus would have to ask another Blondie, but he was positive that if he were to look at the power grids they would show him that at a certain time a power usage would go down once night came. Marcus’s apartment faced Ceres, and he has gone out onto his balcony many times at night. He had also looked across to the damned section that was Ceres, since that was the only part of their fair city that did not shine brightly like the other areas. It wasn’t completely voided of light, but compared to the everywhere else it seemed like it was. If anyone visiting to Amoi were to look, they would thing that nothing was there due to the darkness.

But why would their supreme creator continue to lend mongrels her support silently?

Marcus stiffened when he felt the boy’s suddenly touching his bare chest. So lost was he in his thoughts that he never noticed that Keita had unbuttoned his shirt and sneaked his hand inside. But just as quickly, Marcus relaxed when he saw that the mongrel truly was asleep and was only trying to get as close to him as possible.

Caressing the boy’s cheek, Marcus frowned when he noticed how truly exhausted Keita looked now that he was so silent, but also…did the boy become lighter? Marcus gathered the mongrel closer to him, and tested his theory by lifting the boy up.

“Oh, good. You got him to go to sleep.”

Looking up to his Furniture that stood at the open doorway of his office, Marcus said, “It feels like he’s lost some weight.”

“….The young Sky has….not been eating or sleeping nearly at all since Master Jayd brought him home… I had thought that that was the reason why you had the youngster looked over by Sir Michael Ozent yesterday… He does not eat unless it is with you…I have also just recently discovered that the boy is not sleeping at night. I found him staring at his reflection in the mirror for hours at a time, whispering quietly to himself…”

Seeing the concern stamped clearly on his Furniture’s face, Marcus knew that it was a serious problem. Even more serious since he had not even noticed, not once, that the boy was harming himself in such a way. It troubled him that he someone like him, someone that took pride in his skills of observation, that something like this could have slipped by him.

Marcus wasn’t about to make excuses, but the way the mongrel acted, all the energy he spewed out in his every waking moment, it never occurred to him that there was problem. “How long have you noticed this you said?”

“The second night the young sir has been with us.”

Marcus grimly nodded. The first night he had had the boy in his quarters, on his bed. But after having to deal with the mongrels constant advances he had banded the boy from entering his bedroom in the night. “You’ve caught him staring at his refection?” ask Marcus.

“Yes…”

“He misses him…” Of course the boy would morn from the sudden loss of his replica, thought Marcus. Maybe he had been selfish in keeping the by away from his mongrel brother. Despite all his complaints, he hadn’t wanted to share Keita with anyone, and that included the carbon copy of his mongrel. It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t yet gifted the boy with a pet ring. He wanted to monopolize the boy’s time. Wanted him to only have him….But his delay in contacting Aisha because of his greed was clearly harming the boy, and Marcus did not want that.

“Master Jayd has the touch,” Simon praised. “Only with you does Sky sleep so peacefully. He always looks so sad when he is alone, but with you he is himself; bright.”

Still, Marcus wasn’t so sure. A week wasn’t much time, but he could see that there was more to the mongrel then what the boy was showing him. “Yesterday… Was this the problem you were referring to when Michael examined the boy?” Marcus inquired, looking down at Keita’s lovely sleeping face.

“Yes, Master Jayd.”

“Thank you, Simon,” dismissed Marcus, standing up. “I believe that I also will rest for a few hours.” Marcus ignored the knowing, pleased look on his Furniture’s face. After taking one last longing look down at Keita’s drawing, Marcus sighed as took his precious burden out of his office. He wanted to know more about those tunnels. Why they were still functioning, and never closed. Why Jupiter was still supporting Ceres, and most importantly, why did she help Riki escape Eos. If his creator had indeed injected Riki with nanites, it might have been so she could monitor his movement, making sure she was aware if Riki decided to return to Amoi. But making sure his little mongrel slept was more important to him. Strangely enough since, to him, nothing was more important then his duty as a Blondie.

Entering his bedroom, Marcus gently lay Keita on the bed, shushing the boy assuringly when he grumbled in his sleep, and laying next to him, pulling the boy in his arms, Marcus smiled at how the mongrel unconsciously wrapped his slight body around his, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

But Marcus couldn’t ease his mind enough to allow himself to rest. The thoughts of what Jupiter would possibly be planning had his mind racing with possibilities. Marcus rubbed the boy’s firm, rounded cheek, the globe where the Ruby Elite had given Keita the injection.

“Iason will know what is going on,” Marcus confidently said to himself, making his restlessness disappear. No doubt his leader knew everything that was going on, and already had a few plans of his own to defend against whatever plans Jupiter had. He would be speaking to Iason about the new discovery regarding the tunnels, and confirm with Raoul that his mongrel was not ‘tagged’, as Keita so roughly put it, by Jupiter’s “nasty bugs” like she had with Riki, but other then that, and even though he hadn’t spoken to Iason, he felt reassured that his fearsome leader had everything in hand and under control.

oOoOoOo

Sky smiled at the note in his hand. His twin was absolutely amazing, thought Sky as he reread the beautifully hand written note again. In no time at all his brother had befriended the Furniture that served the Blondie he was with, and probably with no effort at all got the servant to deliver him this message.

“And a gift,” whispered Sky, looking down at the outfit laying in the lovely golden box and silver wrappings.

Sky chuckled. It still floored him that despite how different he and his twin were on the inside, how different their interests were, they still thought the same. Take in point the outfit, and what was written in the note that had been secreted in the folds of the shirt and pants. His beloved twin might seem like a feather brain, but he was far from being that. His Keita only seemed absentminded on many things because he was trying to live life to the fullest…or one could also say his brother was living as wildly as he can, playing around and having fun to wipe out the bad memories of their childhood in Guardian. All of which were clearly understandable, and lord help those that tried to keep his twin from trying to clear those painful memories from his mind.

Which was why his twin got this for him. Sky ripped the note into pieces, set it into the ornamental ashtray on the table next to him, and set it on fire.

“Please, please… do not burn anything…”

“Open the balcony doors to air out the smoke,” Sky said to the Furniture. He was a lot kinder to the ex-mongrel since his arrival a week ago. Mostly because the servant realized that he was not someone that would cower to someone like him. Sky had almost been broken once, and only once…. But he had regained his pride the moment he had killed the person that tried to kill his brother, and him. His victory in protecting himself and Keita was the reason why they had been released into Ceres. Not smart to turn someone like him into an Elite’s servant.

But going pass all those un-pleasantries of the past, Keita was truly a wonder. His twin could so easily make friends, unlike him. Not a true friend anyway. To make a friend was to put a certain amount of trust in another person, allowing them to get close to you. Sky couldn’t do that. Oh, he could pretend that he wanted to be friends, but the people Sky needed to befriend had a natural defense against deceptive people like him.

That was why his little brother was always used. When they had a job that someone was needed to get under their targets defenses, to gain their trust, Keita was sent in. Their ‘victims’ thought nothing of showing his twin sensitive papers, maps, where they had stashed their loot, because, while his twin was in no way innocent, he did have that freshness about him that made others believe he could do no harm. Their mistake. Then V was introduced, charming the pants off the chumps they were trying to steal from. The only time he came in was for back up.

V…His friend had visited his earlier today, telling him of the meeting he had missed because the Blondie he was with had not been in Eos. Sky’s…temperament had not been the most…accommodating after hearing that he had been left out, the missed chance of seeing his brother, but learning that their little friend Ni Ni was in Eos had calmed him down, even if learning that Trickster was a Furniture.

Unfortunately V had had to rush off after Sky had plucked a pin out of the back of V’s fancy necklace. From the way V had jumped up and cursed, glaring at him and shouting about how hard it was to disable the alarm on the damn ‘thing’ without sounding some other alarm, and shutting the thing off, Sky could only conclude that he had done something bad… Which he had already knew he had. But while listening to V laugh about how he and Keita had done to anger their Elites Sky had gotten jealous. Getting V in trouble seemed like the best punishment at the time; for making him envious of the fact that he got to spend time with his brother

“What do you have there?”

Sky donned on his mask of meekness and shyly smiled at the newly returned Blondie coming towards him. “I got my outfit for the party you told me about this morning…I’m so excited that I couldn’t wait…I-I begged Cole to allow me to see what was in the stores, I pick something out…”

Pleased that the boy was making himself at home, that he was comfortable enough to begin buying things to make him happy, Aisha gave the boy an approving smile, and caressed Fidget’s smooth cheek.

Sky leaned into the Elite’s palm, while sliding a glance over to the Furniture, smiling at him, warning him with the threatening glint in his eyes of the pain the servant would go through should the ex-mongrel open his mouth about his outfit having been a gift from his brother, delivered by the Furniture that served the Blondie his Keita was with.

Aisha picked up the shimmering, tight looking, light blue shirt and silver pants. “You did a very good job of picking this out,” complimented Aisha. It would have been something that even he would have chosen for his new mongrel pet.

Sky smiled, tilting his head to the side in that adoring, annoying, way that dogs did. “Thank you, Aisha. I was a little worried that you would disapprove.” Sky dipped his tongue out to wet his lower lip, noting with dark satisfaction when the Blondie followed his every move. Sky still did not have free range to venture out in the open yet, so he had used every waking moment he had with the Blondie, training the Elite to become sensitive to his every ‘innocent’ touch and movement.

His seduction was slow paced, but since he was technically dealing with a virgin Sky had to give himself a pat on the back. It wasn’t unpleasant in the least, Sky had wanted the Blondie from the moment he had seen the Elite in the café, and the way Aisha kissed…. Shy shivered in wicked delight. Yes, he wasn’t suffering at all in the training of the Blondie.

He still made sure that Aisha’s hands were tied behind his back, but he had allowed the Elite to stroke him while he sat in Aisha’s lap. The Blondie still thought him to be a backboneless chump, but keeping up the tiresome act let Sky continue his little games of bondage without the Blondie getting suspicious.

“Fidget,” Aisha called, drawing the boy’s attention back to him. “At the party, I don’t want you to spend too much time with your brother.”

Sky froze.

“You may think that because he is your brother he is a good. I on the other hand so not believe so.” Aisha tilted is head so he could see what expression the sweet tempered mongrel might have, never noticing how his Furniture, who could see, cringing and making a hasty retreat.

“My brother is a part of me…” Sky whispered, his mask cracking- as he looked up at Aisha- long enough for the Elite to be startled by the anger shimmering in his eyes.

“Fidget-“ Aisha’s words were cut off by the ringing from his inner coat pocket. Holding up a gloved finger to his lips, Aisha retrieved his cell and looked to see who was calling him. “Marcus, now is no-“ Aisha frowned. “Force him. Make him take sleeping pil-“

Aisha looked at the mongrel staring intently at him. “If he’s not eating, then-“ Aisha yanked the phone away from his ear when his Elite friend on the other end began shouting. “Fine. Yes, I understand. Yes, it will be an inconvenience to me but with the options you’ve given me there is nothing I can do. Good night, Marcus.”

Snapping the phone closed, Aisha turned his attention back to the mongrel…only to see the boy had turned away from him, walking towards his room, carrying the box that held his outfit. “Fidget,” Aisha called out, stopping the boy in his tracks. “Your twin seems to be having a bit of trouble adapting to his new environment. While I still do not want you around him, I retract my earlier comment of not wanting you to be spend any time with your brother at the party.”

Aisha grimly watched as his pet nodded stiffly him, before turning coldly away. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the boy by forbidding him to acknowledge his kin, but Aisha didn’t want the other to teach him anymore bad habits….but it was strange that it was Marcus’s mongrel that was withering. His mongrel hadn’t had any problems so far in accepting his new situation. You would think that if any one of the mongrels had an issue it would be his tenderhearted boy… but from the look his mongrel gave him just a few second ago it was as if he had the strong one…not Marcus…

Turning away from the Blondie, Sky smiled widely. He had wondered how he would get Aisha to believe he was displeased with him, but now he didn’t have to. Nice how things had a way of working out for you, without you having to do anything.

“This will be some party,” Sky laughed behind the privacy of his bedroom door.

oOoOoOo

Niko blinked at the luggage sitting in a straight row in the entrance way of his master’s apartment. “Umm…Ah…” Niko frowned when he couldn’t think of a single reason why all these bags were here.

Venturing farther into the apartment, Niko put his bag of grocery’s down. His master hadn’t said anything about taking a trip, nor were there any arguments coolly spoken between Katze and master Raoul of the busy Black Market dealer leaving for any overnight trips…Niko eyed the luggage. The amount of bags there looked as if every piece of clothing the kind, but stoic, red-head had were in them.

Was Katze leaving?

A sigh sounded behind Niko.

“It is not I who is leaving Niko.”

Turning Niko looked at Katze who stood look at him almost apologetically. “Did I speak out loud?” wondered Niko, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

“No, but who else would you believe to be leaving here if not me?” Katze kindly smiled at him.

“If not you, then…is someone here visiting?” Niko searched the large living room…but saw no one…The palms of Niko’s hands began to sweat….he had a very bad feeling about all of this. The way Katze looked sympathetically at him. The absents of Master Am… come to think about it, his master hadn’t spoken one word to him since he and Katze had returned last night.

“…No one is visiting Niko…”

Niko trembled. “Am I….am I being retired?” whispered Niko.

“From Raoul’s household?… Yes.”

Licking his chapped lips, Niko straightened his spine. “When are they coming to get me?” bravely asked Niko, referring to the removal team that came to ‘retire’ unwanted Furniture.

Katze’s frown deepened. Damn Raoul, Katze cursed silently. The Blondie hadn’t wanted any part of having Niko’s things being packed while the boy was out buying ingredients for their dinner, opting to close himself in his office to sulk. Katze only hoped that it would be a few days before Raoul cooled down, because once he became clear headed and realized the Iason had manipulated him into giving Niko to Sir Gabriel…. It would not be pretty. Katze could feel a headache forming behind his eyes at what he would to deal with when that time came.

But it wasn’t as if Gabriel got away with full control over Niko. The boy was to be delivered to their front door every Sunday, before the work week started, so that Raoul could ‘inspect’ the boy’s health…. How Raoul could not see that his treatment of Niko was in no way normal was beyond Katze. Raoul should just tack his surname on the boy and formalize it already.

Fidgeting under Katze’s suddenly irritated gaze, Niko looked again to see if his master was close by. “I guess the discovery of what I had done with Sir Lazen was too much…” Niko had thought he had been forgiven by his master…but after a few days it looked like Master Raoul had realized that his scandalous behavior was unacceptable, and wanted him removed.

The look disconnected look on Sir Gabriel’s perfect features also…Niko still didn’t know what to do about the Blondie discovering that he was a mongrel… now he never would… Keita too. He would never find out what adventures he friend had.

“You will be picked up, but not by the people you believe,” Katze sighed, rubbing his aching brow. “They should be coming in a minute.” Katze stepped forward and took Niko’s wrist into his hand. The wrist that had his Furniture identification bracelet.

“I will do it Katze.”

Niko snapped his head to the side, his face lighting up at the appearance of his master…before bowing his head in shame. “Master Raoul…. I- uhm…T-thank you fo-for taking care of me,” Niko stammered. “I… I….I’m sorry…”

“There is nothing for you to be apologizing about Niko. If anyone it’s that-that…!”

“What Raoul is trying to say is that your retirement is all because of Gabriel discovering that your origins are not off world as he had first believed,” Katze explained for the angered Blondie. “Due to Sir Gabriel’s new knowledge he has made it so that you can no longer remain here.” Katze failed to reveal that it was because of him that Sir Gabriel was able to connect the fact that Niko was a mongrel. He had filled Gabriel’s head, telling him to investigate mongrels, and thus the reason why the Blondie had even thought to go in that direction of thinking. If Katze hadn’t said anything he knew that Sir Gabriel wouldn’t have thought anything of the way Niko had been greeted by Riki’s energetic mongrel gang member.

“What will happen to me?” Niko whispered. He was kinda in shock that it was because of Gabriel that he was being sent to be recycled… Looks like all the words of affection the Elite cooed to him were nothing buy silky worded lies….

“Your being moved,” Raoul said through clenched teeth.

Confused, Niko looked back and forth between his master and Katze. “I don’t understand. You say that I’m being retired, but at the same time that making it seem like my services are still needed…”

“You are no longer Furniture Niko,” said Katze just as the door chimed. “You are being retired and your services as a servant are over…but…”

“But,” Niko pressed.

“Your job title has changed, and when that had run it’s course, then you will return home.”

Niko reached out to Katze, wanting to stop him from leaving to see who was at the door so he could get a better answer then that, but his master grabbed his shoulders in an almost painful grip, holding him back.

“His bags are there.”

Niko’s confusion reached an all time high when he saw Katze direct Gabriel’s Furniture to his things. “What…?”

“Not everything was removed from your room Niko,” Raoul whispered. “If anything goes wrong you can come back here anytime.”

Niko looked up to his master’s face. There was no expression on his master’s perfect face, but the amount of rage shimmering in those emerald eyes worried Niko.

“Take this.”

Niko looked down, surprised to see his Furniture bracelet in the Blondie’s hand. He never felt it being removed.

“Hide it. That way you will always be able to come back home.”

Niko nodded, hiding the bracelet in his back pocket. “But…why is he here?” Niko nodded to the snobbish Furniture.

“Because he is here to take your things to your new home.”

The grip on Niko’s shoulders tightened, but Niko didn’t feel the pain of his master’s hold, his eyes widening at the new arrival.

Gabriel slowly smiled in satisfaction at Niko, nodding in greeting to Raoul who glared murderously at him. “Do you mind letting him go Raoul? He is no longer your property but mine, and from the looks of it your damaging what is now mine.”

Niko sputtered in disbelief, “I-I…Wha-...huh?”

Gabriel smirked. “I said I would make you mine Niko. Now its time for you to come home. Your new home.”

TBC……
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