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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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Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.

Rating: NC-17

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

Parts: 86 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

“Time out…” Grimacing in pain, Fidget pressed his hand against his side to try and stem the flow of blood. “You messed up my shirt,” he panted.

“Someone like you should not be in Ceres. You need to return to where you came from, or I’m afraid more than just your fancy clothing will be ruined.”

Fidget made a face at the stranger. “I am back where I came from.” Sitting on the dirt covered floor of the abandoned building, Fidget wiped his bloody hand on his gray skin-tight pants, and then sighed at what he did.

“You know, I’m already going to get into trouble when Marcus sees the bill for this outfit and the toys I bought, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to wear this. Couldn’t you have tried not to gut me?” Fidget tsked at the guy with disappointment. “Very uncool.”

“You asked me not to hit you in the face, and I respected your wishes. However, you cannot expect me to withhold striking out at your body. We are in a fight.”

“One I’m currently winning,” Fidget said smugly.

The stranger nodded. “Currently, yes, you are. But you will not continue to be in the lead if you do nothing but sit there.”

Fidget rolled his eyes. “I’ve been sitting here for about five minutes now. If you haven’t escaped yet, then you’re not going to.” Sky would be disappointed in him when he found out he’d gotten cut. But the guy was good, real good. He was great with defense just as he was with offence, and the only way Fidget could have gotten a leg up was if he got closer.

Luckily Fidget was faster than the dude, or else he wouldn’t have gotten away with a mere slice across the side. The boy had skill, and if the man wasn’t using it to try to kill him, Fidget would have liked the stranger.

Stranger…

Fidget glanced up from his wound to the man he had strung up with his chain. “What’s your name? I’m tired of calling you “dude”, “man”, and “stranger” in my head. It’s annoying.”

The man stared at Fidget droll-like. Arms spread; he still managed to look intimidating in his vulnerable state. “You haven’t bothered to disarm me.”

Fidget snorted. Gasping softly, he slowly removed his matching skin tight shirt and pressed the expensive material against his wound. “I’m not getting near you again.”

The stranger sighed and waved the blades in his fists at Fidget. “Then what is the point of us engaging?”

“You started it,” Fidget mumbled. “I didn’t want to fight, I just wanted to talk.”

“I warned you to stop stalking me. You attacked me first,” the man reminded him, and Fidget thought it was cute the way the guy spoke to him as if he were soft in the head.

“What’s your name?” Fidget asked again.

The long length of chain webbed around the stranger’s body sparkled as he moved. “If we are having a civil conversation, then I politely decline revealing my name to you—”

“My name’s Fidget.” Fidget grinned, talking over the man. “I enjoy high speed chases, the thrill of not getting caught stealing, and I’m thinking about getting into story telling. I love to scribble. How about you?”

Those copper-flecked eyes narrowed. “Your name is Fidget? As in, you’re one of the terror twins?”

Fidget brightened. “You know me?”

The man sighed. “I know enough to be thankful that I engaged with the ‘playful’ twin.”

Teasingly, Fidget pretended to be bashful. “I don’t know you well enough for us to be ‘engaged’. But you’re probably right; my bro might not have been as forgiving as I.”

“I also know you run with Riki, and have no fear that I will attempt to do you harm.”

“Yay!” Fidget clapped by slapping his hand on his thigh. “Now to celebrate our new found friendship, tell me your name and what you’re doing sulking around this place.”

Dark brows lifted. “Friends do not tie one another up.”

“Then you don’t have very good friends.” Fidget snickered. “And we’re on a trial friendship.”

“You can trust me.” The man smiled.

Fidget eyed those wicked blades still clenched in the dude’s fists. “Yeah… the last time someone told me to trust them, I was sold into slavery. I think I’ll take our budding bromance slow, and keep you chained up.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Glancing down at his blood soaked shirt, Fidget said, “Little late for that, huh?”

“You did not leave me without injury. I have numerous cuts from the studded links on these chains.”

Fidget voiced a little noise of disagreement. “You’re comparing paper cuts with disembowelment. I think I deserve a little more compassion.”

“Compassion is weakness,” the stranger said coldly.

“Treat thee as thou wish to be treated?” Fidget suggested.

“Then allow me to string you up as well.”

Fidget tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Nah, that’s more of my brother’s thing, not mine.” There was no way Fidget would release the guy. He was skilled, and with his wound he wouldn’t be able to run fast enough if he had to escape.

“We are getting nowhere. Release me.” The rotted wood beam above the dude’s head creaked as the guy pulled his arms down.

“The chain won’t break,” Fidget said, smiling. “Top grade pet leash that I’ve slightly modified to give it a deadly bite if I whip at someone—as you well know!” But the wood would. Fidget knew he had to work fast to get the information he needed.

The guy knew Riki…maybe he could use that.

“I’m here at Riki’s order. I can’t let you go unless I get the answers he wants.” Fidget shrugged. “My arms are…well, they’re as tied as yours.”

“At Riki’s orders…” the man stared at him doubtfully.

“Would I lie?” Fidget said innocently.

“Yes,” the man said bluntly.

“Look how close we’re getting! You know me so well already!” Fidget winced as he stood. “Now that I’ve shared a little about myself, how about you repay my honesty with some of your own?”

Tough crowd, Fidget thought when the man didn’t crack the slightest of smiles at his remarks.

“How about we make a deal? I’ll answer one of your questions after you answer one of mine,” the guy offered.

“Nah uh.” Fidget shook his head. “I get first dibs. I think you owe me for messing up my outfit.”

“You cut me first.”

Fidget gasped in fake outrage. “Again, you can’t compare your scratches to my stitch worth wound!” And he did need stitches. “I get to go first!”

“Fine,” the man said graciously. “What is your first question?”

“What’s ya name? And no lying!” Fidget added when the man hesitated.

“Ghost.”

Fidget stared at the man with wide eyes. “You…You’re the Ghost?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” Fidget whispered.

“I am.” The man’s brows furrowed. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”

Fidget nodded his head and said, “No. I have no clue who you are. The name doesn’t ring a bell.”

The man sighed.

Fidget giggled.

oOoOoOo

Home, sweet home…

Some things never change, Riki thought. The alley leading from Midas into Ceres was the same. Trash still littered the busted pavement, although the smell seemed to have gotten worse.

Nearly two years had passed since he’d stepped a foot in Ceres. Last time he’d came running back with his tail between his legs, licking his wounds. He’d been a different man from the brat that had been stolen away by Iason.

He’d been a beaten dog then. Iason and him nearly dying, and admitting his love to his Blondie—and Iason admitting his feelings as well—changed him.

He was different.

Cocky? Prideful? Yeah, he was still that, but the brass ring he had once coveted wasn’t the same as it was before. Protecting the ones he loved was his end game now, where once it had been all about leaving everyone he cared about behind for his own gain.

But unlike before, the animal instinct was stronger as Riki strode down the alley with V and Rio flanking his sides. The need to make sure other mongrels knew who not to fuck with was still there, but more pressing.

He was still the same in that regard, with the exception that he was now wearing thousands of credits worth of clothing, not to mention the hunk of precious metal and hunk of stone wrapped around his finger—his new pet ring.

Riki hadn’t expected to make an appearance anytime soon, but Rio’s paranoid radar prompt him to relocate to the one place he hoped Jupiter would not enter. Ceres.

The riches Riki wore, topped with V’s and Rio’s—who could have turned his clothing inside out, which would have allowed him to blend in Ceres better—brought unwanted attention.

It could have been the blood dripping down the silver blade in Rio’s cut hand, or the “Please try it, motherfuckers” answering glares Riki shot at the gathering crowd, because none of the younger mongrels attempted to attack them. Not yet, anyway.

“I feel like someone’s going to stab me in the kidney,” V commented, grinning. “Feels good to be back, yeah?”

“You haven’t hung out in the pet parlor long enough,” Riki said, remembering all the unsatisfying fights pets started with him or the incident when a Furniture had tried to stab him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Riki saw V look him over.

“Must not have been much of a fight if you’re still struttin’ around unmarked.”

It hadn’t been the pets who’d left their marks on him, but a pissed off Blondie. But Riki kept that to himself.

“Yeah? Well, you peeps aren’t in Petland,” Rio said. “We’re going to get gangbanged if we don’t find a place to chill soon.”

Riki doubted his old apartment was still uninhabited. He also didn’t want to hole-up in some shitty abandoned building, but with what Rio hadn’t told him yet, there was no way they could hang out at some bar.

With what they were wearing, on top of his sudden reappearance again, Riki didn’t think they’d have very much time before he was sought out, and not just by cut throats, but because of the shit he did by sending Lilly and Sky after the gang leaders.

There was only one place he knew that he’d be welcomed, and where he could finally get answers out of Rio.

“You’ve never been to the gang’s hangout, V?” Riki asked, smiling.

“Bison’s HQ?” V asked. “Nah, when we landed on this rock we set up camp in the wastelands outside of the city.”

“Then let’s go. Hopefully the gang won’t be there so we can talk and find a way to get Rio off Amoi, with his head still attached.” Yet, when Riki changed their direction, they were stopped by a group of teens.

“Looks like you’re lost,” the tallest kid shouted, tapping a steal pipe against his palm. “For a fee, we can show you the way back to Midas.”

“Maybe they came for something else,” another teen said, leering at Riki. “I say we owe it to these rich snobs, to give them a taste of what a slum dog can do, yeah?”

Riki stood there staring at the teens. Of all the things he thought he’d hear, being mistaken for a Midas bigwig hadn’t been one of them. Surprisingly, anger was slow to roll in, and even then Riki was only a mildly annoyed.

Next to him, Rio inhaled sharply. “Damn, kid… Even I know better than to crack shots like that at him. I thought you mongrels were good at surviving, and shit.”

“Ignored it,” Riki said turning away. “We got shit we need to do, and it doesn’t involve wasting our time with snot-nosed brats.”

“What’s the matter, old man, you scared?” one of the teens sneered.

Old man?

V and Rio failed to stifle their snorts of laughter.

“I’m not even twenty-three yet,” Riki muttered.

“What makes it funnier is you can’t even grow stubble to shave,” V laughed. “And they can.”

Riki glared at Rio when the assassin opened his mouth, no doubt to add to V’s comments.

I’ve been hanging around Iason too long. Riki tsked in disgust. After so long of everyone in Eos knowing his name—whispering it as he passed, Riki had made the mistake of forgetting it wouldn’t be the same in Ceres.

While Iason had already been feared upon birth as Jupiter’s Blondie and favored child, Riki had fought tooth and nail—having had to claw his way to the top. When Iason had unlocked his chains, he’d come back to Ceres to heal and as he licked his wounds everyone had called him a beaten dog.

Crushing the Jerks—or whatever that gangs name had been—had put him back on top, and he had regained his ‘crown’. But, in Ceres, there was always someone with hungrier eyes, and the teens attitudes reminded Riki of that.

“What do you want to do, Riki?” V asked.

The one with the steel pipe Riki pegged as the leader spat at his feet. Looking at the glob of mucus less than an inch away from his boot, Riki curled his lip and said, “I think these kids need to be schooled in whom not to fuck with.”

Rio laughed. “Nice.”

V rubbed his hands together. “Class is in session. Instructors are here to teach.”

oOoOoOo

“Well done on completing your task,” Jupiter said, opening her eyes.

“Thank you, Jupiter.”

Her silver lips lifted at the corners as Jupiter gazed at her servant’s waiter’s attire.

Bowing deeply at the waist, he said softly, “Forgive me for harming him. I had put the ‘vaccine’ in all of their cups, just in case. With Riki in the room, I do not think I would have had an opportunity to give the off-worlder the shot—“

Jupiter waved her silvery hand, silencing her servant. “While an injection is the best—fastest method, as long as the solution is in the bloodstream it does not matter how it is administered.”

“I have also brought you a sample of his blood.” The servant revealed a sterilized, airtight, bag. Within it was a bloody hand-towel.

“Perfect,” Jupiter praised. “I want you to find Landon and give him the sample. Take three of your brothers with you, and those three will assist Landon and obey all his orders, barring the order to do irreversible damage to any of my Blondies mongrels.”

“Landon…? Where is he?”

“The south end of Ceres,” Jupiter answered. The once place she had restricted herself from ever entering, and where Riki’s clever mongrel mind told him to go, effectively escaping her watchful eyes. However, Landon’s computer allowed her to know where her doctor was at all times.

“The pieces are slowly aligning,” Jupiter whispered. “Soon hundreds of years of waiting will be over, and I will have what I want.”

TBC…
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