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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44150 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do i make any money from this fanfic.

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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: 87 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~
Riki wiped the sweat off his brow. He’d forgotten how annoying young mongrels, out to make names for themselves, were. And how dangerous.
The pathetic group of punks had been easy to dispatch. The next two wave of attacks from the brats gang members hadn’t. It had been only a stroke of luck Sky and Lilly had strolled up, turning the tables in their favor.
Having to hold back from hitting the kids too hard with his elite-like strength, Riki was just glad he hadn’t accidentally killed anyone.
He would have won eventually, there was no way he’d let a few overgrown pre-teens win, but Sky and Lilly adding their fists to the fray had provided a faster victory with less blood shed on their side.
“Hot damn! I didn’t kill anyone, but this little skirmish sure relieved a great deal of my stress!” Rio hooted, standing in the middle of groaning bodies lying on the pavement.
It wasn’t from lack of trying being the reason Rio didn’t kill anyone, but because Riki was there to stop the damn assassin from stabbing the stupid kids.
“Fidget will be pissed when he finds out about all the fun he’s missed,” V said, dusting his hands, grinning. “Bet the little shit is bored off his ass right about now.”
Nudging a kid onto his back, Sky frisked the youth and pocketed whatever it was that caught his interest. “He should have been finished with his task already,” Sky said, flipping another mongrel over to search.
Riki felt like the old man those pesky punks labeled him as he stretched his aching back. “Knowing Fidget, he’s probably messing around with the heads of a couple mongrels, stealing everything they have while they stupidly stood around and watched.”
“Not much to steal in the abandoned part of Ceres,” Sky replied.
V’s frown matched Riki’s.
“By himself, how long would it take Fidget to map out all the entrances to Ceres?” Riki asked.
“Took me all of two days, and that was with help from Luke,” Rio called out, and then held up a finger as his back pocket began to ring. “’Cuse me, I gotta take this call.”
Riki ignored Rio’s loud greeting to whoever was on the other line of his call, and faced Sky. “If it took Rio two days than how long do you suppose it’ll take Fidget? You said he should have finished already?”
“Mm, something as simple as this should have taken Fidget two hours, maybe less if he stole someone’s hover bike,” Sky said absentmindedly as he turned over a crude looking blade in his hands, before tossing it over his shoulder.
The tension eased out of Riki. They hadn’t been out in the city for more than hour yet. Not even Fidget could get into too much trouble by himself, not if he still had a duty to perform. The mongrel gave the impression of being irresponsible—which he was— but he could be counted on when it mattered.
Fidget would gather the information he’d been ordered to collect before running off to play. Still… “We’ll give him another half hour or so before looking for him,” Riki said.
“Are you sure?” Lilly asked.
Nodding, Riki stepped over a groaning boy. “The day is still new, but time is rapidly ticking away,” he said. “We got lucky the last time, but if we go over curfew again I don’t think we’ll get a third trip into the city unescorted.”
There was only so much leeway Iason would give him, and so far he could push the other Blondies before they locked down his crew, to put a stop to their shenanigans. There was also the matter of what Mikhale would try to do to him if Lilly were to be harmed in anyway.
“So we still headed to Bison’s HQ?” Rio asked, grinning.
Riki glanced at the cell in Rio’s hand. “Who’d you talk to?” Riki asked suspiciously.
Rio laughed, but when Riki did not join him the assassin’s merit faded, and soon he stared at Riki with disbelief.
“You can’t be serious, right?” Rio asked, offended. “What? I can’t talk to anyone else besides you?”
“Who was on the phone, Rio,” Riki asked.
“I may kill alone, but I don’t travel alone,” Rio heatedly replied. “I got people that check up on me, and when they call I need to answer.”
“For a lone killer, the little bastard did always walk around with an entourage,” V said in Rio’s defense.
“See,” Rio said. “Thanks, V.”
“Mm…” Riki let it go. Rio hadn’t done anything to warrant his suspicion, but found it hard to completely trust the man. “Let’s go. I wanna know everything before we head back to Eos and heaven help you, Rio, if you lie to me.”
“I’m not lying!” Rio insisted. “I’m on a job here! I need all my players in place—which includes selling those stupid stocks before that Blondie comes after me…not that I don’t plan on meeting up with him again, maybe even later on today, before jetting my ass off this planet as fast as I can.”
Riki eyed Rio. “Everything, Rio,” Riki said, not bothering to warn Rio away from Jared.
Rio nodded. “Yeah, man. I’ll tell you all you want to know.”
Riki turned away, everyone followed after him as he led them to Bison’s hangout, leaving groups of unconscious bodies behind them.

oOoOoOo
Fidget grimaced at the crooked row of stitches, twenty-seven in all, marring the beauty of his skin. “You suck at this,” he muttered.
The Ghost tucked his mini first aid kit in the breast pocket of his coat. “It does not matter how it looks; only that it works.”
“I could have done a better job than this,” Fidget grumbled.
Ghost sighed. “You tried and failed, which is the reason why I took the needle from you and did it myself.”
“I didn’t fail. You just grew impatient with the method I’d chosen to stitch myself,” Fidget sniffed. “I could have done it.”
“And if I had not grown ‘impatient’ you would have bled to death.” Ghost slapped a bandage over Fidget’s wound causing him to yelp in pain.
“Careful!” Fidget glared. “Damn, you really don’t have a bedside manner, do you?”
“I’ll gain nothing from you by pretending to gentle, so why bother?” Ghost stood and held his hand out to Fidget. “The medicine on the bandage should ward off infection, but it still needs to be cleaned properly.”
Calling him all sorts of mean names under his breath, Fidget accepted the offered hand and allowed Ghost to pull him to his feet. “Now what?” Fidget asked, trying to cover up his light-headedness and how shaky his knees were.
“Now you leave me to do what I’d been asked to do. You can help me by going on home.” Ghost handed Fidget his stained shirt. “I’d suggest taking a shower before going back out on the streets. You look like you succeeded in killing someone.”
“That or I’m a victim of an attempted murder. Just don’t be forgetting who won our little battle,” Fidget reminded the man as he tenderly lifted his right arm, careful not to strain his stitches, as he put his bloody shirt on.
“You are not anything like I’d heard,” Ghost said, and Fidget paused to stare at the beauty of his smile.
“I’m better looking than you imagined?” Fidget batted his eyelashes. “Yeah, I get that all the time.”
Fidget loved looking at the Ghost’s pretty eyes. Those copper-flecked eyes kinda sparkled when he smiled…and when he tried to kill him, but it was the smiling Fidget liked the most.
Ghost chuckled. “Yes you are, but I had been led to assume you used your mouth more than your brain.”
“Yeah well, as long as they thought I was pretty.” Keito and V helped spread that rumor so he’d be dismissed as a threat. Wait… What did Ghost mean when he said he heard he used his mouth? Like, in a sexual way? Or because he talked a lot?
Fidget shrugged. Both would be true, so who cared. “So Nosler asked you to look into the mongrel disappearances, huh? Riki’s going to have a field day with this. He was never told they brought in outside help.”
Ghost made his way to the busted wall of the building, and peeked out. “I believe they wished to keep my assistance a secret.”
“So he could take the credit if you located the dude snagging mongrels off the streets?” Sounded like something Nosler would do. “Doesn’t that piss you off?” Fidget asked, wanting to keep the guy talking so he could squeeze as much information out of him as possible.
Fidget had taken a chance releasing the man who called himself Ghost, only because he was bleeding like a stuck pig and knew he didn’t enough time to linger questioning the guy.
There had also been a note of sincerity in the man’s voice when he said he wouldn’t hurt him, because he was Riki’s friend. But Fidget still hadn’t gotten anything out of Ghost about how he knew Riki or why he was so loyal to him.
Ghost pulled his hood over his head, hiding his pretty face from Fidget’s sight. “Nosler will pay for my services. I don’t need any funds, not that I believe he has the money to pay for them, but he’ll owe me a favor.”
Fidget didn’t know if he shivered from blood loss or from the frosty way Ghost spoke. “So where are we off to now?”
“We?” Ghost turned his head toward him, and those copper-flecked eyes looked at his blood soaked shit and pants. “You are in no condition to go anywhere, and I work alone.”
“How do you know Riki?” Fidget asked, ignoring Ghost’s obvious observation. “Did you work together once?”
“I’ve never met him,” Ghost answered. “I only know him by reputation, just as I know about you and all those who follow him.”
“Really?” Fidget rested against a broken beam, his body feeling heavy. “Why is it that you thought I was some snob?” he asked, remembering how Ghost had told him to go back where he came from, mistaking him for some Midas silver spoon or rich tourist.
“I’ve been off world, doing a job,” Ghost replied. “It took me away for a couple months.”
Fidget blinked rapidly. He struggled to keep his eyes opened. “So…So you know…” Shaking his head, Fidget licked his lips and tried to concentrate on what he was trying to say.
Ghost watched him a little too close for comfort. “Do I know you are the pet of Sir Marcus Jayd? A high ranking Blondie in the Tanagura Syndicate? I pieced it together, yes.”
His arms like lead, and his sight blurry, Fidget lifted his shirt and looked at the white bandage already stained red.
“Impressive,” Ghost said, his voice sounded far away. “An average person would have passed out already, without realizing they’d been drugged.”
Stupid…
Fidget topped to the side, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. Ghost caught him before he slammed into the dirt floor. “Asshole…” Fidget mumbled. His eyes closed.
How could he have been so stupid…
“I mean you no harm,” Ghost said softly. “However, I can’t have you following me.”
Fidget felt himself be lifted.
“You’ll sleep for a few hours. I’ll put you in a safe place so no one will stumble across you.”
Fidget faintly felt the cold floor on his back as he was laid down, and must have imagined the gentle hand on his cheek. Mumbling a few choice words, Fidget smiled when he heard Ghost sigh.
“I doubt we’ll meet again, but if we do, I’ll prepare myself.”

oOoOoO
Riki tried to hide his grimace as he took a swig from his bottle. Stout had always been drunk for the alcohol and hallucinogens, never the flavor. But, Riki never remembered feeling like spitting the shit out.
“I think my taste buds are screaming in protest,” V said, sitting next to him. “I’ve been drinking so much high quality shit, that one more sip of this crap and I think I’ll puke.”
Riki kept his agreement to himself, not wanting to admit how use to “high quality shit” his body was. He noticed Lilly and Sky had put their bottles of Stout to the side. The only person drinking was Rio.
And as if hearing the unspoken question of how he could stand it, Rio said, “When you’ve been to as many places as I’ve been, you just thank your lucky stars you’ve got a drink to down, and you never pass up free shit.”
“Coming from a man who tried to kill the waiter, because he was paranoid it was poisoned,” V said.
“That,” Rio said, pointing his bottle of Stout at V, “was different. The drinks in those glasses could have been tampered with—was tampered with. You can call me crazy all you want, but you can’t be too careful now days. There’s always someone out to get ya, and that pale faced little cutie was after something, I shit you not.”
“Well, now that you’ve had a drink,” Riki said, “mind telling what the hell is going on?”
Rio took another swing from his bottle before putting it down. “Month ago home base get this call, some freak named Kirin wanted to hire us to do a simple snatch and grab.”
“Kirin,” Riki growled.
“I see you know the guy.” Rio grinned.
He knew the name, but had yet the pleasure of meeting the motherfucker, and he would. Riki could still hear Amelia gasping for breath as she drowned in her own blood. He could still see the crimson stains of her wasted life on his hands…
“I rejected the job because Kirin was a low ball pimp that loved to play God in his neck of the woods, and the pay sucked. Serious chump change and not worth my time,” Rio huffed, looking at them as if waiting for them to agree.
“Anyway,” Rio continued, when no one gave him the reaction he wanted, “I passed on the job and Chaz picked it up. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that Kirin put in another request, but this time with a higher pay off. We were already on our way here, ‘cause Luke was concerned for you bastards—“
“So you figured why not take the job?” Riki said dryly.
Rio shrugged. “Why not? Man’s gotta eat, right?”
“I’m guessing when you said you came to ‘rescue’ me, it was Luke talkin’ not you,” Riki said.
Rio snorted. “Luke thinks small. I mean, we’re talking about hundreds of thousands of galaxy credits! And he wanted me to ignore it! To ignore it! Can you believe that shit?”
“You’re such an asshole, Rio,” V said, shaking his head.
“What’d I say?” asked Rio, genuinely confused.
“Never mind. What about the contract to kill me?” Riki asked.
Rio snickered. “This is where it gets good. So Kirin is paying me big bucks to nab you, and this high collared Elite—who is in league with the fucker—calls me up to kill you after I’ve collected my fee and turned you in to Kirin. Can this shit get any better?”
Lilly gasped. The room was silent as everyone looked at Riki.
“You got a name for this Elite?” Riki asked, although, he had a feeling he knew who put the hit on him.
Rio picked up his bottle of Stout and took a drink. “Mm, some dude named Jerico. I think he’s a blackhead? You know, the black-haired Elites.”
“They’re called Onyxes,” Riki sighed. Iason wasn’t going to be very happy when he told him one of his people was out for his head. “I want to meet Kirin.”
“Oh, but I’m not finished. This drama is far from over.” Rio grinned. “For whatever reason, Kirin has put a hit out on Jerico. So now I gotta find a way to get my money from both Kirin and Jerico without getting pinched.”
“How you gonna do that?” V asked.
Roi laughed. “Easy.”
Almost like in slow motion Riki watched as Rio dropped the bottle of Stout, and revealed a weapon he’d concealed behind his back. The assassin fired three times with deadly precision before anyone could react.
Lilly, Sky and V fell to the floor. Silent. Unmoving.
Riki roared. Picking up the sofa he and V had been sitting on, he threw it at Rio.
“Careful, man! You almost hit me!” Rio shouted.
From the doorway, seven black clothed men entered. Red beams flashed, and when Riki looked down he saw red dots over his heart. “I’ll fucking kill you, Rio,” Riki growled.
The assassin gave Riki a wounded look. “Don’t be mad. I didn’t kill them. I just shot ‘um with tranquilizers. They’ll be fine. Might have a headache when they wake up, but other than that they’ll be right as rain.”
Riki’s lip curled as he glared at the men standing in a line besides Rio. “I thought you said you worked alone?”
Rio shook his head as he reloaded his weapon. “I said I killed alone. Not that I worked alone. Don’t mind them, they’re my guards. Can’t leave home without ‘um, ya know?”
“You fucking traitor,” spat Riki. Out of everything he thought… The last thing he expected was that Rio would betray him this way.
“Now don’t be like that,” Rio sighed, pointing the trank gun at Riki. “I’m giving you what you want, and getting what I came for. It’s a two for one sale, baby! And please stop staring at me with that look in your eyes. You’re seriously freaking me the fuck out.”
“When I get my hands on you…” Riki trailed off, leaving his promise for retaliation up to Rio’s imagination.
“Hopefully, I won’t be on this planet long enough for you to rip me a new one,” Rio said, emptying his gun into Riki.
Staggering back, Riki grimaced and pulled four darts from his stomach and chest before falling to his knees, then on his side.
“You are one seriously freaky SOB, Riki. All those drugs would have knocked out a two ton animal, and here you are still blinkin’.” Lying down next to him, Rio propped his head on his hand. “Just let go. The drug I gave you is engineered to dissipate in an hour, so when those pretty peepers of yours open you’ll meet Kirin just as you wanted.”
Riki was helpless as Rio sat up and gently moved him till he lay on his back.
“Trust me,” Rio said, his voice beginning to sound farther and farther away as the drugs began to fully take effect.
“I got this all planned out, Riki. You and our boys will be fine. I promise.”
Whatever reasoning Rio had, the last thing the assassin would be was okay, because even if Riki did forgive him, Iason might not feel the same…
TBC…
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