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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44150 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Thanks fore your reviews alexxgalaxy & Lyran !

Sorry I did not update last week. I was working on an old project (editing/proofreading etc. and it killed any desire to write). I have one more chapter for the party and then it will be done! Hope you enjoy this one :) thanks again!

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: 53 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

Draped, on his stomach, across Marcus’s lap, Fidget laughed and pointed at a pair of pets performing on the stage. “Oh, oh! Look how fast he’s going! Humming bird! No, rabbit! Lighting bunny speed! Annndd he’s done!”

With his hand on the small of his mongrel’s back, Marcus chuckled at Keita’s humorous comments of all the male pets which had so far showcased their sexual stamina, and techniques, on stage with other male or female partners.

Surprisingly, the frustrating, but lovable, temperament of his mongrel was astonishingly accepted by the Blondies he was with. Unlike the other pets who sat demurely on the floor by their masters’ feet, speaking only when spoken to, his Keita conversed with his brothers in such a way that was both innocent and wicked. His insight was also very knowledgeable, not just with his view on the copulation of the pets, but on other things, to the point that his brethren began speaking to his mongrel directly.

“What did you think of this one?” one of the Blondies asked.

Fidget yawned. “He sucked. If I was heating something up in the microwave for thirty seconds, I’d still have twenty more seconds to wait.”

“It is only a demonstration of their abilities,” Marcus explained. “Pet parties, like this one, are more then seeing what new pet was now in Eos, but a place where pets are allowed to, briefly, test their skills against one another.”

“This is more like a gathering for pedophiles,” Fidget said for Marcus’s ears alone to hear. “More than half of these guys, and girls, are toddlers! They’re way too young to know if what they are doing is good or not. Stuff like this you learn over time.”

Fidget blinked as two of the Blondies stood, chuckling.

“Your new pet is very entertaining, Marcus. Forgive us, but we must be going. We’ll speak again when the presentation starts.”

Fidget wiggled his fingers in good-bye to the Blondies… then rudely pinned the remaining Blondie with a glare. “Aren’t you leaving too?”

Marcus sighed. There was one Blondie that made it clear he did not approve of the way Keita spoke out so carefree. Sir Jared Kyl. It wasn’t the fact his mongrel was different- clearly he was, but because the spotlight was on Keita and not his new pure bred, academy reared pets. Marcus truly felt a moment a pity for the voluptuous female and muscular male sitting at the Blondie’s feet. Jared was worse then Aisha when it came to pets. Where Aisha would tire of weakness he said he favored in pets in a matter or months, Jared, on the other hand, would grow bored with his new pets in days, if not weeks. Such fine specimens wasted, bound for re-action or the Midas pleasure zones before they could blink. Truly sad.

From the moment the Blondie rudely spoke to Keita, his mongrel made it bluntly clear that he did not care for the Elite either, and to the delight of the Elites that just departed, they enjoyed every moment of Keita’s snappy comebacks to Jared. Completely opposite reaction he feared would happen. While his mongrel was not fully keeping to his promise of not touching him, the boy did not totally make any inappropriate gestures… although lying across his lap was still considered plenty inappropriate.

“Seriously, Marcus,this is what you spent your money on? I would have thought an Elite as upstanding as yourself would have purchased something with more…class,” sneered the Blondie seated across from him.

“Oh yea, like your boring speech of how you failed to slitter across the floor and obtain stocks from that one company was more interesting then what I was talking about, and I wouldn’t be talking about class. At least I,” Fidget raked his eyes down the Blondie’s body, “have taste in what I’m wearing.”

“Behave yourself,” said Marcus, although there was no reprimand in the tone he used. Granted he shouldn’t be allowing the wild boy to be showing a fellow Blondie such disrespect… but Marcus never cared for Jared very much to begin with.

Fidget shot his Blondie a disgruntled look. “I am. It’s not my fault that the ‘dur-ness’ of your underling has made it seem like I’m acting up.”

“Excuse me! What did you say?!”

“Wow. Stupid and deaf. You know, there are worlds out there that comment of people with blonde hair lack brain power, that their ‘light bulb’ would forever be dim. Being here, I never would have thought this saying would apply here…guess I was wrong.” Fidget snickered at the shocked look on the other Elite’s face.

“Marcus!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Reassured Fidget, “You still have your looks, but I’d lay off the skanky colors. They make you appear cheap, and fat.”

“Alright, that is enough,” announced Marcus. Entertaining as it were, it was not wise for him to allow his mongrel to make an enemy out of Jared. Marcus could also see the Blondie’s pets, newly introduced to Jared’s household, were taking after their master, shooting Keita angered looks. Marcus remembered all the troubles Riki had gone through- still went through, with other pets ganging up on him, and he didn’t want the same problems that would arise when his mongrel disfigured Jared’s pets’ faces in a fight.

Marcus squeezed Keita’s side when the boy opened his mouth. He needed to turn the Elite’s anger towards him, not Keita’s . “Jared, you do realize that you are arguing with a pet, do you not? My pet’s job is to entertain me, which he is doing by irritating you. His behavior has reason, while yours does not.” Marcus lifted his head and pretended to look around him. “You are causing a scene.”

Fidget snickered, and received a stinging slap to the rear for his merit.

“As for you,” whispered Marcus, “You have already made a spectacle of you and I, by lying on me. The only reason why I have not taken you to task, is because I have not received any negative feed back from the others as of yet.” Marcus didn’t count Sir Kyl’s review. Like many Elites, these parties were the only thing they had to ‘showoff’ the qualities of their pets. Bragging about the success of their departments was moot. It was only natural for each department to be strong, so there was no need to boast.

Fidget grunted, and pushed himself back so he could lay his head down, using Marcus’s thigh as his pillow, all the while watching the entrance for his brother. They had already been here for a half an hour…but still his twin had not arrived… The only fun he was having was picking on the Blondie seated across from them.

“Can’t I go and sit next to V?” Mumbled Fidget, he was getting bored staying in one place. The pretty little things sexing it up were fun to watch…for a minute, but it wasn’t tantalizing in the least. Fidget could see stuff in the back of the room he would love to investigate.

“No,” said Marcus, just as quietly. “During this time, it is customary for all pets, excluding the ones given permission to perform on stage, to sit next to their masters. The Elites that do not have pets at the moment are the only ones allowed to roam free.”

“I’m bored,” Fidget whined.

“You said I’m causing a scene, but here you are allowing your pet to talk back, and paw you. You’re losing your touch Marcus.”

“You’re losing your touch Marcus,” Fidget mimicked in a higher pitched tone, purposely running his hand down his Blondie’s leg, ‘pawing’ Marcus to see if his gesture would further irate Jared.

“You’re doing that on purpose! Marcus, you should make this boy go down on a knee, and show you some respect.”

Fidget grinned at the Blondie. “I’ll bow down to Marcus…on both knees if he wants me to.”

Marcus should have been outraged at the boy for saying such a scandalous thing. The whole time they were getting ready he had stressed at what he would do should the mongrel make some sort of sexual statement directed to him… but now that the words pass the boy’s lips, announced it so freely, Marcus only felt hunger…

Trying to shake the growing need building deep within him, Marcus looked across the room, and saw that Orphe was surrounded, which was surprising, by a large group. He saw Orphe’s mongrel laughing, lighting Elite’s cigarettes, and from just this one glance, Marcus could see the violet mongrel was an overall success, just as his mongrel.

“V always drew a crowd,” commented Fidget, flipping onto his back to play with the syndicate seal on Marcus’s coat.

Sharply gazing down, Marcus expected to see a different expression on Keita’s lovely face. Anger, jealously, something akin to those emotions, but not pride. “You seem pleased by his acceptance.”

Fidget grinned, “I tease V, but he has a way about him which makes people enjoy his company. He thinks it’s because he’s so pretty, and at first, yes, but after five minutes people discover what draws them to him is more than his face.”

“How touching.”

Fidget growled at Jared, “Don’t you have another rejected offer` to receive?”

“The offer I gave will not be rejected this time,” The Blondie smugly said.

“You can lay as much riches as you want down upon George’s feet, but the dude’s not gonna sell you a single share,” said Fidget in a sing song voice.

“Extremely confident, aren’t you in your statement.”



“More then just confidence,” Fidget stated. “ This guy, George, at Marl Works, Inc. you’ve been talking about will never sell you those shares. You can make up an offer, tell him that you’ll turn over your department over to him, and he’ll reject it just like all the others you’ve been yakking abo-”

Fidget stopped talking when the Blondie suddenly leaned forward, holding him with such intensity it startled him for a moment. He thought the Elite would have blown off what he said, considering how rude the Blondie had been treated him so far. “You’re getting close to invading my personal space,” Fidget said with a glare.

Stiffening at how serious Keita was being observed by Jared, Marcus cleared his throat to bring the Blondie’s attention towards him. Marcus knew Jared had been working on trying to add to the Syndicates portfolio by buying as many stocks from the company Keita named, and even if his mongrel was only a pet, if Jared believed the boy knew anything that could pertain to why he was unable to obtain the shares, and make the Syndicate that much more powerful, he was going to interrogate Keita until the boy told him everything he knew.

Jared spared him a glance before looking back at his mongrel.

“If he has information, then I need to be aware of it Marcus.”

Marcus nudged the boy, who suddenly pretending to be asleep on his lap. “Tell him.”

Fidget turned to his side and snuggled closer to the Blondie. “Don’t wanna,” Fidget mumbled.

“You started this, now you’ll take responsibility,” stated Marcus.

Sitting up, Fidget leaned close to Marcus. “Will you give me a kiss if I answer his questions?” Fidget grinned.

“No,” answered Marcus coldly. Maybe it was wrong of him to let the boy speak too freely since they arrived. Now Marcus had a problem. Sir Jared was staring at him suspiciously. Even darting glances at Iason and Riki seated not so far away. Marcus could tell by the look in Jared’s forest green eyes as the Elite was wondering if he were enjoying Keita the way everyone knew Iason did with Riki.

Such thoughts never crossed an Elites mind before…until Riki came along. There was also the matter of how he never once would have tolerated such things from his pets in the past. All the touching from Keita, and the caresses he now noticed he was giving to the boy at this very moment. Marcus removed his hand from the mongrel’s hip.

“Then, no,” replied Fidget, bringing Marcus’s attention back to him.

“Seriously Marcus, first you dare to come without being properly attired-“

“Your not going on about his gloves, are you?” snickered Fidget. “This one world I visited, only women wore little white gloves. The men of that planet have this belief that you’re considered a real man by how much you’re willing to get your hands dirty. I guess we all know who the real man is here,” said Fidget, bringing Marcus’s bare hand up to his face, laughing when the Blondie sputtered.

As he started to lay back down, Fidget saw a new Blondie enter, and next to him… Trembling, Fidget moved away from Marcus.

Following the boy’s gaze, Marcus silently gave a sigh of relief at the sight of Aisha, and the mongrel… who wore exactly the same outfit as his mongrel. The boys were both were identical, not just their looks, but from the shoes they had on to the way they styled their hair. Grabbing Fidget’s wrist, stopping the boy from moving further away from him, Marcus whispered harshly, “Wait. Don’t go to him just yet. By disobeying me, and leaving before it is accepted, you’ll only cause him trouble.”

Fidget give the Blondie a pleading look, but wasn’t about to beg, not in front of the other Elite. Yes, he may have pretended to not listen while Marcus had been talking, but he’d heard to every word. Marcus has told him how Riki had been kept secluded for three months before being allowed out of his Blondie’s apartment. How it was because Riki had been a mongrel, and because he wasn’t a trained pet and thus deemed incapable of being amongst the more ‘civilized’. He’s actions so far might be shocking, but still in the lines of acceptable pet behavior, kinda.

He also didn’t want to cause Riki any trouble- well, not too much trouble, with his very powerful, and very scary ass Blondie by doing something to get Riki punished like Marcus said would happen. There was also the trouble Marcus said he would get his twin in if he were to rush away before some stupid bell chimes signaling pets were now able to roam around free by themselves.

“You didn’t buy an original designed pet Marcus?”

“I’m not from a manufactured line, you twit,” Fidget replied to the annoying Blondie.

“Hold your tongue,” warned Marcus. “Do not think that just because I’ve allowed you certain liberties so far, that I won’t punish you if you cross the line?” The fact was the boy had crossed that line a long time ago, but by watching Iason these many years with Riki, many of the taboos weren’t considered scandalous anymore by Elites.

Fidget didn’t comment, he continued to stare at his twin who stared back. “When does the bell you told me about ring?”

“I see you want to leave…” Jared said to him.

Fidget sniffed and lifted his nose in the air.

“If you tell me what you know, then I might be inclined to convince those in charge to change the time to now.”

Marcus didn’t tell Keita that the chime would ring in a minute or two. Knowing his little mongrel, the boy wouldn’t have said anything to Jared, and if the boy hadn’t bluntly stated he wanted a kiss from him, he would have allowed Keita to continue insulting the Blondie. The thought of actually punishing the mongrel- even though he was only a mongrel, left a sour taste in Marcus’s mouth.

Let this be the boy’s punishment, thought Marcus.

Fidget pressed his lips tightly together, but as his twin began to be lead away by the Blondie with him, Fidget spoke, “Georgie- boy won’t accept your offer because he doesn’t own the shares you’re trying to buy,” Fidget said quickly. “It’s a secret in their company, but George lost sixty percent of his shares in a game of cards to three off-worlders three years ago.”

Marcus narrowed his eyes at Keita. Looking at the boy, his twin, and Orphe’s violet haired mongrel. It wasn’t too hard of a stretch to figure out who these “off-worlders” were.

Fidget winked at Marcus when he saw the Blondie staring at him. “It’s said that George can’t afford to sell anymore stocks from his company, not without losing the lifestyle he’s currently living now. If you don’t believe me, then ask him yourself. I told you what I know. Now tell them to-” Fidget glared at the Blondie when the twinkling of bells rang softly. “You ass.” Shaking of Marcus’s hand, Fidget, hard as it were, walked forward, keeping his face clear of any expression as his twin closed the distance between them.

Face to face, Fidget smiled. “You look well brother,” whispered Fidget, clearing his throat when his voice broke a little.

“You, on the other hand little brother, do not.”

Taking the last step, Fidget wrapped his arms around his twin’s neck, meeting his brother’s forehead, touching it with his when Keito lowered his head. “I missed you.”

“Not as much as I have missed you.”

Fidget’s lips trembled, sighing at how strong his brother’s voice sounded. Everyone, when they heard them speak, they all couldn’t tell the difference. Like their looks, people thought that they sounded the same, that the only way one could tell them apart was by the little. Black, beauty marks underneath either side of their eyes, or they way they acted. But they were wrong. His twin’s voice was lower than his, deeper. When they switched places Keito use to lighten his tones, until they realized they didn’t need to go so far in doing so.

“I did well this whole week,” whispered Fidget. “Just as we talked about. I found a safe spot, and I stayed there until I felt better.”

“No bad dreams?” Sky asked him.

“Nope. None.” Fidget didn’t have to tell his twin that he escaped his nightmares of the past because he wasn’t sleeping. He knew Keito already knew, and knew he was lying to him, but his twin gave him the privacy he needed denying it.

His chest still hurt looking at his twin. The hours he spent staring in the mirror, pretending his twin was in front of him. It was nothing compared to having Keito before him now. The relief he felt…

Across the room Marcus had mixed feelings in witnessing the reunion between his mongrel and the boy’s twin. In a moment of weakness he had called Aisha, and raised his voice to his friend, of his objection of his desire to keep the two apart. He was relieved to see Keita happy… but there was a darkness which clawed within him at how… intimate the two seemed to be. It was a closeness that he wanted.

He had expected Keita to run to his twin, jump in the other’s arms. That was the personality he was use to from the mongrel, the wild unpredictable attitude, not this calm, almost tamed, picture that played before him.

Marcus wanted to turn away from the sight of the two mongrels holding each other tightly.

“Interesting.”

Turning sharply at Jared, Marcus relaxed when he was the Blondie wasn’t looking at Keita, but the palm sized console in his hand.

“What is it that you’ve found so interesting that you’ve turned away this opportunity to walk around, and flaunt your new pets?”

Marcus greeted Aisha as he sat next to him. He noticed his friend appeared distracted, but it didn’t seem as if it was the same as his discontentment with how he felt about Keita’s silent, but emotional, reunion with his brother.

“I need to clarify a few things, but it seems the information your little pet gave me seems to be true.”

Knowing that his question on who Jared contacted to confirm what Keita said would be either ignored or the subject artfully changed, Marcus didn’t bother asking. Even if he wanted to the Blondie, with a determined look on his handsome face, abruptly stood.

“I have something I need to take care of. If you’ll excuse me gentlemen. You, my little pets may stay.”

After the Blondie left, and the Elites pets scampered off, Marcus turned to Aisha. “I would think you’d be enjoying yourself Aisha. These parties always were your thing,” said Marcus to his uncommonly brooding friend.

“Marcus… have you noticed anything…different about your pet since you first met him?”

Marcus’s frown deepened when he glanced over to the two boys who were still hugging, their lips moving, whispering almost lovingly to themselves in the middle of the floor. For once Marcus was glad Riki was here. While the boys still had plenty spectators, the majority of attention was on the black haired mongrel, and his astonishing new look.

“There are many things that I do not know about him, but from what I can see his personality is the same,” Marcus finally answered. What he didn’t say was while the boy’s sinful sexuality attracted him in the beginning, it was his fragile episodes, the desperate need the mongrel sometimes fell into and the only way Keita could calm down was when he held him in his arms.

Marcus could barely understand these emotions welling up inside himself at those times, so trying to explain them- as if he ever would, even to Aisha- was impossible…but for Aisha to ask him this question. “Are you having doubts?”

“No…but the boy is hiding something from me. He’s perfect. Too perfect. The type of pet I enjoy keeping me company…yet, there are times I catch him when he is unaware I am in the same room. I see this expression on his lovely face that is not what he shows me when he knows I’m watching him…”

That was something Marcus knew very well, and the reason why he didn’t dally on his way home. “Now you are regretting your decision?”

“Again, I am not having doubts Marcus,” Aisha said clearly to him.

“If anything, I want- need, to know more about him.”

oOoOoOo

From the corner table Riki was seated at with Iason, he watched the tender moment between the twins. No shouts. No tearful sobs. Just the two of them in their own little world, shutting everyone else out. It was like a blast from the past. Riki remembered many days the boys use to do what they were doing now in Guardian.

Riki looked over to where Marcus and Aisha sat clear across the room, wondering how the Blondies would handle the boys need to be joined at the hip. By now at least Marcus knew of Fidget’s ‘condition’. V had made it pretty clear Fidget- of the twins- control of not showing his stress from being separated. Sky on the other hand could from the training he learned Sky had received in Guardian. Training to become a Furniture.

“Iason, why am I not surprised your mongrel has not ventured off with the other pets?”

Without turning his eyes away from Fidget and Sky, Riki replied to the Blondie that came forward to kiss ass to Iason, “The same reason why you can’t seem to piss off when you know your not wanted, Elliot.”

Riki ignored the amused chuckles from the Elites gathered around their table. He didn’t know whether to me pissed or not that his comment was met with laughter. “Fucking pricks are getting senile in their old age Iason,” whispered Riki, leaning in close to Iason’s ear so the others wouldn’t hear him. Not that it mattered if they did, but Riki knew it would annoy the Elites more by not being included in the conversation.

Iason smiled, and whispered back, “What I find surprising is Elliot was not insulted, nor the others we have seen so far, when you acknowledged them by their first name.”

Riki grunted in answer. Yea, he’d noticed as well. Fact was while the other little pets could run around to their hearts content in at the damn party, he was required to sit next to Iason longer then the norm for other pets. He did it a few times to be an ass, his ‘rebellious’ stand when he couldn’t do anything in the beginning but be an ass, now Iason made him do it, always. It was the best punishment Iason every came up with in Riki’s mind. Iason knew how much he hated when all the Blondies came gathering around, talking to him.

“So Riki, I heard that you received a new pet ring. Must be a more comfortable fit than the cock ring. Why don’t you show it to us.”

Knowing those Elite bastards expected a cutting retort from him, Riki instead laughed, and for once gave Elliot what he wanted, surprising him. “Yea, sure. I don’t see a problem in showing it to you.” Untangling his hand that was secretly buried in Iason’s hair, Riki lifted just the finger that was encircled by the thick ring. His middle finger. Happily flipping everyone off.

“Alright Riki. You’ve had your fun. You can go now,” chuckled Iason at the offended hisses of his brethren.

Standing, Riki spoke to Elliot, “Hey, don’t get all bent outta shape. You asked, and all I did was obey.”

“Riki,” Iason softly called out.

With a smirk, Riki leaned down to Iason, placing his hand on the cushions on either side of Iason’s shoulders, his face only inches away from the Blondie. Let the fuckers’ gossip like little bitches over this one, thought Riki . That was the main thing they were all after anyway.

“What do you want?” asked Riki, making his irritated question as intimate looking as he could to all those watching.

Iason knew exactly what Riki was doing, not that he minded. His mongrel may not know it, but he was doing his job, giving the others the excitement they came here to get while denying that, that was what they came here for. “No cheating,” Iason said. “This little deal of ours is only between the both of us. If they want to drink the drugged alcohol, you are not to stop them. Understood?”

Riki glared at Iason. “I’ll keep the deal between the both of us, yea. But as for not telling them about the aphrodisiac in the booze, fuck no.” Before he could really think about his actions, Riki kissed Iason long and hard. “Let those fuckers whisper about that,” Riki muttered when he pulled away.

Licking his lips, causing a higher scandal by all that watched of his acceptance of Riki’s kiss by doing so, Iason, and everyone else, watched as Riki stride away, taking in how his body, moving with lethal grace, forced all those around to part, making a path for his mongrel to walk through.

“I say, Iason. The mongrel has come a long way from when you first brought him here, and I also see that in the short time he’s been out of the public eye he’s gone though a change. He’s younger than before, for one, and that hair of his…”

Iason only nodded to the Blondie, Ian, waiting until Orphe, Marcus and Aisha finished making their way to him, and sat down on the long row of seats next to him, before answering, “Didn’t you know Ian? Mongrels of exception breeding are gifted with a kind of fountain of youth, so to speak.”

“Preposterous! There is no such thing!” Elliot huffed at him.

“Are you sure?”

Iason turned to Orphe who spoke to Elliot.

“I’ve come to believe Riki must be from some lost species in which we are only now finding out about. He clearly is not of the mongrels we know of, and if so it’s only logical to assume there is more of him out there.”

Stilling, Iason frowned, deep in thought of what Orphe said. Was that the reason Jupiter barely made the slightest of waves after he brought Riki to Eos? All the tests his creator stressed upon Riki, could it have been because Riki was in fact a different species? From all Katze has uncovered so far, the data were all about three coveted life forms Jupiter painstakingly set barriers to insure these people were never discovered by them.

The collection of Riki’s semen, Jade, Jupiter helping his mongrel escape, but making sure she knew where he was at all times by injecting Riki with nanomites. Iason at thought at first Jupiter was only conducting experiments on Riki because he was simply a mongrel. He thought Riki was special because of the boy’s spirit, of what he found within him…what if Jupiter also wanted Riki because of what she found within him as well, but for different reasons…

“‘Different species’. Exceptional breeding’? Orphe, I would think with all Riki has put you through; you’d be the last Blondie to speak of such things. Marcus, you have always been the voice, objecting Riki’s presence, but from your state of undress, you clearly have fallen-“

“This visit is over,” Iason interrupted softly, but in a tone that warned all of the danger they would be in if they dared to argue. “It is my suggestion you find your tables, gentlemen.” As interesting as the conversation was, as amusing was it were to hear the few Elites grumbling about the length of Riki’s hair, and what it might mean, Iason saw Raoul arrive and that was enough to halt the others outraged cries. The table, in which they sat at, because they were the highest ranking Elites on Amoi, was far from all the others giving them absolute privacy without actually separating them.

It was time to fill the rest in of the problems they were facing with their mongrels.

Ignoring the same ol’ sneers and whispers circling around him, Riki slowed his stride when he neared the twins. “Break it up before they begin requesting to see the both of you doing it on stage. Five minutes, come sit next to me,” Riki said, pausing only long enough to deliver his message to the boys before continuing on his away.

Making eye contact with V, who Riki had to shake his head at, was surrounded by dazed pets. After giving Violet his silent command, with a slight tilt of his head to where he wanted him to go, Riki finally stopped to the six sitter white leather sofa. He didn’t need to say a word to the pets already lounging there for them to run off. Sighing Riki flopped down, and waited.

TBC…
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