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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: 89 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~~

In the suite of Mr. Riadson and his son Rio, Jared stared coldly at the items lined up on the silvery bedcovers.
The only things in the room were empty suitcases, inner lined with weights to fool bellboys that there was something in them, to ward off suspicion. There weren’t even any fingerprints or clear views of Riadson or his son’s faces in the security cameras, and in those videos, there were few.
After his unsatisfying conversation with Riki, Jared had returned to his office and fumed. Iason’s clever little mongrel had gotten the better of him, denying him his prey.
However, an hour later he had received a phone call from a less than pleasant individual, telling his assistant they were ready to sell at Riadson’s order. The stocks having been what he’d been after, Jared wasted no time getting all the paperwork to sign everything into the Syndicate’s name.
Until it came time to transfer the payment. The company Riadson said he worked for didn’t exist, and if not for their superior computer system Jared or his people would have never noticed. And it was all because the account number given had raised a red flag.
It gave Jared the perfect excuse to go back to the hotel, to ‘talk’ to Riadson.
“Sir? We found this under the sink, in the bathroom,” one of Jared’s men said, and placed a strange looking black case next to the suitcases. The case had a hand print scanning lock, but like the luggage, it was open.
Flipping up the lid, Jared studied the bowl-like device within it. Pressing the triangular buttons on the side the lid slid open. In the middle of the round, glassy, container was aches. Jared didn’t need an analyst to know what had been within it.
Manipulated organisms said to have the capability of creating a ‘living mask’; Technology that had been outlawed ten years ago, due to the deadly unpredictable consequences of wearing the microscopic creatures too long.
Sir Raoul Am had scrapped the project, even though the potential of unforeseen profits would have added to the Syndicate’s coffers. The risk of one of their enemies getting their hands on a working prototype had been too high.
However, it looked as if ‘someone’ had continued to experiment on the organisms, and Jared could testify that it had worked for an alarming period of time.
“Take this case back to Eos, and send out feelers to locate Riadson,” Jared commanded one of his men, giving them Rio’s description and what he had been wearing the last time he saw him. Iason would have to be made aware of this security risk, and that an enemy had been allowed entrance into Tanagura, as well as into Eos.
Being made a fool angered Jared, but it hadn’t lessened his attraction toward Riadson or whatever his name—Jared suddenly chuckled, remembering they word play the day he’d introduced Riadson to Riki.
Mark Riadson. CEO of Regius Ichneutic Octonocular, Inc, or “RIO” for short is what Riadson had said. The man had told him his name from the very beginning. However, it was cemented knowledge that Riki did know Rio that pleased Jared a great deal.
With Riki’s name, Jared had a chance of saving his foolish con artist from a death sentencing crime. And with that plan, a new thought bloomed. If Iason could have a mongrel for a pet, and Raoul an ex-Furniture, who was to naysay him in taking the young criminal as his?
Physical intimacy did not seem to be forbidden, not when their esteemed leader was having sex with his black-haired, wild and beautiful, mutt. Jared also had his suspicions on Marcus’s purity after meeting the Blondie’s new pet.
Being a close colleague of Iason’s, Raoul Am’s ‘chastity’ was also questionable. Who was to say the high ranking Elite hadn’t fallen from grace as well?
Who was to deny him if he wished to follow down the same sinful path?
“Sir, we have a hit on Riadson’s location, sir.”
Jared smiled. “Excellent.”

oOoOoOo
Disguised and acting as a concerned, yet curious, Midasian, Rio watched as guards filed out of Eos and into waiting cars, smiling as they sped off.
He hadn’t expected so many to leave, but the less security bettered the odds for him. In the middle of the whispering crowd, Rio took out his cell and texted a message to his target, requesting an audience.
Rio received an immediate response, and a bitchy one at that. “What a prick,” Rio muttered. If he hadn’t already been committed in murdering the dude, the words on the cell’s small screen would have done the trick.
He had lied when he told Riki that Kirin had hired him to off the Onyx. The Elite Kirin had paid him a king’s ransom to kill had been Riki’s Blondie, Iason Mink. However, what Rio hadn’t lied about was the fact that Jerico did want Riki dead.
Rio had taken the contract knowing full well who Iason Mink was, and not who the Blondie was to the outside worlds, but to Riki, and because he hadn’t wanted someone else taking the job, and possibly succeeding. When he told Riki he hadn’t come to Amoi to assassinate his lover, he had meant it.
His goal had always been to kill the person who put out the contract… Okay, and to make a lot of money in the process. Yet, when Rio discovered Kirin was just a lackey taking orders from someone else, Rio had been stumped, until the true boss had called him personally and put a hit out on Riki.
Betraying his friends for a pot o’ gold hadn’t sat well with him—not that he regretted it too much, he probably would do it again if given the same choice—so to make up for it he had silently promised to permanently remove the black-haired Elite.
Riki would have to forgive his greediness when he eliminated the threat to his man. Maybe in a month or two he’d call Riki and graciously accept the gratitude the mongrel would lavish upon his head, for his good deed.
After he killed Jerico, Rio just needed to meet up with Jared and— Rio’s phone chimed, signaling another incoming text. Following the directions Jerico text him, Rio jogged across the street to the gated entrance to Eos’s underground parking.
Rounding the corner, Rio changed the dye of his hair and eyes to the color he’d been born with, and gave his locks an extra luscious shine. If the Elite chain of command worked under the pigment of one’s hair, then maybe he’d get a leg up by surprising Jerico showing up blond.
He just needed to get close to Jerico. Rio would only have one shot at taking the Onyx down. He hadn’t sent the whole time in Midas ordering room service, and walking around pissing people off while pretending to be Riki.
Amoi’s Black Market was a mega super store for cut throats like him. After listening to Chaz description of the shield that had protected Riki from Midas cop gun fire, Rio had bought a couple; one for testing, and the other for use.
He had been assured by some red-headed hottie—the boss, from Rio’s impression on how the tall man carried himself—that the shields were Elite grade. Rio even forced one of his men to shoot him to test the sucker out.
From a distance, the gadget worked like a charm. However, from close range Rio had discovered the device had a weakness. And the one thing Rio loved was discovering new weaknesses in things and people.
Certain sized darts could penetrate it, but Rio none would do the job the way it needed to be done. Poisons took time, and Rio couldn’t risk Jerico being saved.
Slipping though the suspiciously unguarded open gate, Rio’s foot steps echoed in the underground parking as he walked deeper inside the cold walls of cement. A whisper of sound turned his head to a darkened car slot, and Rio headed towards it.
Rio looked up to see the cameras in the section the Elite took him to weren’t working. The smart Onyx turned them off.
“How dare you contact me!” an enraged voice whispered from the shadows.
Rio lowered his shoulders, pretending to be submissive towards the Elite, but in actuality hid the sight of his hand sliding into the sleeve of his coat, to palm the gun secured at his wrist.
The hope that he silently prayed for was bashed when Rio spied the shielding ring on the Elite finger. Against a normal person, Rio would have no problem getting within kissing distance. But from what he heard, Elites weren’t normal. To do what he needed to do, he’d have to get close, too close.
“You made it clear you wanted up front verification when I solved your ‘problem’,” Rio said, keeping his tone leveled and calm. “There is also a matter of my fee, which you have not released.”
The Elite sneered at him. “How do I know you’ve completed your task?”
Rio slowly—so not to freak the Onyx out—reached into his breast pocket and withdrew an empty syringe. “As ordered, I’ve delivered Riki to Kirin and injected him with a toxin that will shut down his heart in a few hours,” Rio lied.
“By the time Kirin is in deep space, Riki will be dead and he won’t be able to return.” That was if Riki or Riki’s mate hadn’t already killed Kirin.
Rio stepped closer and held the needle out to the Elite.
“Here’s my proof. Test it if you want, but I want my payment released now. I need to get off planet.” I just need to get a few steps closer… Maybe it was because of his hair that the asshole allowed him to come so close.
“And Iason?” the Onyx whispered. “I wanted him dead as well.”
“I took Riki’s pet ring off, and his master is on his way to him now.” Rio fought hard to keep the disgust from his voice. “The toxin in Riki is transferable. By the time Iason Mink gets to Riki, it will have seeped from the mongrel’s pores. When the Blondie touches him, it will enter his system.”
Rio took a step closer as he talked.
Jerico lifted his chin, and closed the distance between them, taking the syringe from his open palm. The Elite glared at Rio before pocketing the evidence of Rio’s lie, and when his hand reemerged he held his cell phone.
Rio tensed when the Elite lifted the phone to his ear.
“Complete the transfer,” Jerico said, staring at him.
Rio smiled after the Elite hung up. “I thank you for your business, sir,” he said, then quickly revealed his gun. Pressing the fully automatic Glock to the middle of Jerico’s chest, Rio emptied the magazine. All seventeen bullets shattered the shield the Onyx wore.
The silencer on his gun made whispers of sounds—music to Rio’s ears as he stared dispassionately at Jerico as the Elite looked from his bleeding chest to him with shock, pain twisting the Onyx features in an unflatteringly way.
Tough bastard, Rio thought. That many bullets should have killed him.
Backing up a safe distance, Rio popped a new magazine into his gun as he did. “Sorry, J-man, but there are couple things I won’t do. Killing my friends being one of them,” Rio said softly. “You should have done your homework, on who you were hiring to do your dirty work.”
The Elite sank to his knees, fear shinning in his eyes as Rio leveled the gun to Jerico’s head.

oOoOoOo
“You should have done your homework, on who you were hiring to do your dirty work.”
Jared could not believe his eyes or ignore the things he’d heard. It was only when the blond stranger stepped backwards, out of the shadows, aiming a weapon at his fellow Elite’s head, did he finally react. However, the guards with Jared destroyed his wish for stealth.
The stranger turned, another gun in his hand, pointing it at him, but it was who threatened him that made Jared pause.
“Talk about bad timing,” Rio said.
Before his eyes, the man he’d set out to capture hair changed from its blond locks to the green he had believed Rio to have.
“I was going to come see you after I took out the trash,” Rio said, keeping the Onyx he’d shot, and him in his view. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. Past experiences have taught me that it ruins the mood.”
Jared watched as Rio backed farther away from the Elite. “Drop your weapon. If we act now, his life could still be saved.”
The Onyx fell forward, blood pooling around him.
“And if I’m able to keep you way for a few minutes longer, he’ll die.” Rio grinned. “I shot him with that expectation. Why would I want him saved?”
Jared growled. He should have been worried about his Onyx brother, but he wasn’t. He had heard everything the foolish Elite said. However, it was up to Iason to decide punishment, but to the one that caused the death of an Elite was call for immediate execution.
Rio was a stranger to him, and yet Jared had an intense need to protect him.
“Sir! He’s dying!” One of his men shouted.
Jared’s three guards had their weapons drawn, and pointed at Rio. With Jerico lying motionless on the ground, Rio now had both of his guns pointed at them.
“Do not fire,” Jared said firmly. If Rio opened fire with him in the way, it would only damn the young man more so than he already was.
“Me or them?” Rio asked, grinning widely. “Please be more specific, we don’t want anyone getting confused.”
“You,” Jared answered.
“Me what?” Rio asked.
“Fire—“
“Okay, if you say so.” Rio began shooting, and laughed as the retaliating gunplay by Jared’s guards were deflected by his shield. However, the shots fired by Rio were not, and Jared’s men dropped like flies.
Shielded, Jared rushed Rio, intent on taking the young man down and putting him in his custody before more security came barreling in, alerted by the sound. Rio, however, did not find his attempt of protection to his taste, and tried to dodge out of his reach.
Faster and stronger, and not about to be denied, Jared successfully grabbed a hold of the wily young man’s arm and with a controlled strength, drew back his fist and tapped Rio gently on the chin, then caught him as he fell to the ground unconscious. Just in time for Eos guards filled the area.
Prying the guns out of Rio’s hands, Jared lifted him in his arms. “Call a medical team to assist him,” Jared commanded, jerking his chin to the Onyx that lay on the ground.
“Make it clear they are to keep him alive at all costs until his Excellency, Sir Iason Mink, speaks with him.” Jared blinked in wonder as the green of Rio’s hair slowly bled out; changing to the blond he had seen before.
“What of him, sir? His crimes dictate that we—“
“I know what our law demands!” Jared growled to one or Orphe’s men. “I'll take full responsibility over him.” Jared wanted nothing more than to take Rio to his apartment and lock him in, but knew there were too many obstacles for him to do that.
“He will be placed in a guarded room, whereupon I will question him.” Jupiter help him if Rio did not cooperate. Turning away, Jared made his to the underground entrance into Eos carrying his precious, deadly, bundle in his arms.
TBC...
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