The Other Side

Hey everyone. Sorry about the long wait in between updates. I my defense I graduated from college, moved long distance, got new house and a new job in that period so I’ve been busy. ^_^ Anyways here’s the next chappy. I hope you enjoy.

To my wonderful reviewers:

MikkiSenpai
I agree that it is a bit OOC for Iason to just come out and say how he feels. I don’t think a Blondie is the kind to beat around the bush though, and since Iason actually knows how he feels I think he would say it, if only to assure that he gets what he wants in the end. Things with Katze are going to get a lot more complicated, trust me. I’m feeling very sorry for Katze. I’m not sure why I’m torturing him in this fic, it just kinda happened. *sweatdrops* Anyhow I hope you like this next chapter. I promise that there will be Iason/RIki hotness in the future, just not quite yet.

Sheleeta
Yeah, Riki seems to have Blondie confusion quite often, but if that’s his biggest problem he’s doing alright. ~_^ Thanks for the review, and enjoy!

Mitsuhon
I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter, and I liked the part with Iason and Riki too. I think that Iason would come out and tell Riki how he feels because in the end it will help him get what he wants and he knows that. I like to let relationships develop, which can make for a long wait but I promise it’s worth it!

Anyways thanks for the reviews and do enjoy!


Katze jumped when he heard the door buzz. Iason had contacted him that morning to let him know he would be coming the next day. He was not expecting company, nor would he welcome it in his current predicament. His place was fucking trashed, there was no way that he could welcome a Blondie into it right now. When Katze opened the door he was rather surprised to see a Mongrel on the other side. Katze frowned as he looked at the longhaired boy, taking a moment to place him. “Oh, you’re Guy, Riki’s second.” Katze said in recognition. “Look, you’ll have to come back latter. Tell Riki I don’t have any work for him right now.” Katze was just about to close the door when another figure stepped behind the Mongrel, this one much taller and of far more consequence than Guy.

Katze took a step back sucking in a quick breath. “Your…”

“Roual.” The Blondie supplied as if Katze could have forgotten. “You are Iason’s furniture. Tell me, why is it that this Mongrel seems to think that you have connections with his kind?” The question hung in the air as the Blondie swept into the small apartment as if he owned it. Katze fought to regain even an ounce of composer, his day quickly going from bad to worse. Iason had told him to tell no one of his situation, he would surly not be pleased to come in and find another Blondie had been there.

“You can’t be here right now.” Katze stuttered out before realizing how his words sounded. The Blondie turned on him, the look in his eyes promising pain if Katze continued. “Do not presume to tell me where I can and can not be. Now how do you know this Mongrel?” Raoul asked in that steady voice.

“I already told you Raoul.” Guy interrupted in an annoyed tone as he too entered the apartment, so much for personal space. “He gives Riki and I jobs sometimes, it’s kind of a long shot but I thought he might know something. How do you know him?” Guy seemed so relaxed talking to the Blondie. What the hell was going on?

“As I said, he is Iason’s furniture.” Raoul told Guy in a tone that was surprisingly soft. “So he knows this Riki as well, how interesting.” Raoul studied Katze as if he were a specimen under a microscope. Katze fidgeted under that look. How did he always end up in these kind of situations. Life was so much easier when Iason just left him the fuck alone!

“Wait did you say he was furniture? The fucking lord of the black market, furniture?” The damned mongrel burst out laughing. Katze threw him a dark look, wondering if Raoul would be offended if he shut him up permanently. For some strange reason the Blondie seemed to have a connection to Guy, not that Katze wanted any part in it. Whatever was going on between the two was not his business. He had more than enough secrets to keep already. “Damn have you got your guys mixed up.” The mongrel continued oblivious to the look that Katze was throwing him. “Katze’s not furniture, and he sure as hell doesn’t know any Blondies.”

“He is indeed furniture. The fact that Iason lets him play another role does not change that.” Raoul turned that deadly look on Katze. How much did this Blondie know, and what would it take to make him leave?

“I have already asked you this but seeing as things may have changed I will ask you again, do you know where Iason is?” Raoul asked over the mongrel’s blabbing, his heated gaze on Katze now. Katze’s head shot up and he could feel sweat forming on his brow. Iason’s words echoed in his head, no one was to know that he was alive.

“No Sir I don’t. I haven’t seen or heard from him since the accident.” Katze said in a voice that was surprisingly steady. Perhaps he could fool the Blondie.

Raoul narrowed his eyes at Katze. He moved with the speed that only a Blondie possessed grabbing Katze by the throat and slamming him into a wall. He held the gasping man up off the ground, causing him a considerable amount of pain in his neck but leaving enough room to barely breath.

“Raoul!” Guy called out in a startled voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“He’s lying.” Raoul said as he calmly held Katze at his mercy. The Black Market Boss gasped, amazed that the Blondie let a Mongrel talk to him like that.

Raoul turned a dangerous look back on Katze, his grip tightening even more. Katze could swear that he felt his skin tearing at the microscopic level, and he knew he would have angry red marks adorning his flesh if he made it through this. “You insult me by daring to tell me to leave and now you lie to my face. What are you hiding? You know where Iason is, tell me if you value your life.”

“So dramatic Raoul, give him a break. We don’t even know his side of things.” Guy was leaning against a wall, looking completely relaxed. Amazingly, Raoul listened to the Mongrel, throwing Katze to the ground.

Katze gasped for air, shaking from more than fear. “I suggest you start talking.” The voice loomed over him.

“Iason said to tell no one.” Katze gasped out. He knew that he was disobeying his employer’s orders, but he valued his hide more than he feared Iason. Besides, Raoul was Iason’s friend, surly he didn’t mean him harm.

“Iason said that? When? When did you speak with him?” The Blondie still hovered above, but his posture was not so hostile. “Is he well, where is he?” He actually sounded rather worried. Katze blinked as he stared up at the Blondie. It was evident to him that Raoul truly cared about Iason, something that Katze had never thought Blondies were capable of.

Katze sighed, he really didn’t have a choice, he’d have to trust him. “He’s fine, at least from what I could see. He’s coming here tomorrow, other than that I really don’t know anything.”

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Waking up alongside a Blondie was no longer foreign to Riki, but it was still strange. Especially after what had happened last night. The way Iason had acted, the kiss, none of it made any sense. Riki groaned as he set up, he felt Iason shift beside him and turned to see that the Blondie was reading from a small Com pad.

“How long have you been up?” Riki asked as he eyed the Blondie suspiciously. Iason turned deep blue eyes on him, his expression unreadable once again. Riki suddenly felt himself flashing back to much different eyes, hungry and full of need. The Mongrel felt his face heat and he turned away, pushing himself up and out of bed.

“You could have woken me.” Riki mumbled as he stood.

“I liked you where you were,” was the casual reply. Riki’s gaze darted back to the Blondie. The bastard wasn’t even looking at him.

“About last night.” Riki started as he crouched down into a strech. He made sure to keep his back turned to Iason. “What the hell was that? I mean what do you want from me?”

Riki heard the rustle of sheets as the Blondie stood and the soft pat of feet as he approached. Riki did not need to look to know that Iason was now standing over him. He could feel the heat coming off the other man in waves.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear,” Iason purred, his breath a tickle at Riki’s ear. “I want you Riki, and I shall have you. When you are ready you will come to me, I shall wait until then.”

Riki whirled his eyes narrowing and his heart lurching in his chest. The damned Blondie was looking at him with that hungry expression again. Riki clenched shacking fist before turning his back on the Blondie once more. “I am not a fucking trophy you ass hole!” He screamed as he stormed towards the door opening it and rushing past the two startled Vuzerians. He did not wait to see if Iason followed, nor did he give a shit that he was still in slave garb. He walked blindly on, just wanting to put distance between himself and the damned Blondie.

Iason didn’t care, Iason didn’t give a shit about him. He wanted him because Riki was some kind of prize to him. Because Riki had actually denied him, that was the only reason. “So what if the damn Blondie’s used to getting what he wants, he not getting this ass!” Riki shouted as he continued on, oblivious to the looks that he was getting. “Fucking hormonal pervert. What the hell does he think I am a pet? He’ll wait for me! What the fuck does that mean? What if I don’t want him to wait for me?” Riki was so caught up in his anger that he missed the Vuzerian guards approaching him, and barely dodged when they went to grab him. “Oh hell no you fuckers. Don’t mess with me right now!”

Riki didn’t know why he decided to attack the Vuzerians. If he had told them who he was they would have probably left him be, or returned him to Iason. That was the last thing he wanted. To be thrown at that bastard’s feet like some kind of dog. He wanted to fight, hell he needed it just then, and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to Iason.

Riki managed to send the first guy to the ground with a fist to his windpipe. He broke the second one’s arm and then it got out of hand. More of them kept coming and before Riki knew it he was being tackled to the ground, haled through a maze of cages and dumped into a large crowded one. A sharp insane laugh passed Riki’s lips as he looked around. He knew this place. This was were they dumped the losers of matches. They were left to either die or survive by some miracle and than go into hard labor. Riki was in the cage with about twelve other fighters. Iason wouldn’t find him here, he wouldn’t bother to look that hard.

“What the hell am I thinking?” Riki wondered as he sat down amid the filth of this place. Iason really wasn’t that bad. Riki actually kind of liked the guy. He just didn’t want to be controlled was all. But Iason was a Blondie. Control was all he knew. He’d never let Riki do what he wanted. He just wanted Riki as some kind of show piece. He wanted a tamed Mongrel to put of a pedestal and show his friends. A fucking sex toy to feed his lust. Riki would have no part in it. He’d rather stay here than ask that bastard for help.

“Um, excuse me sir?” The soft voice came from off to Riki’s right. Riki glanced over towards the voice, making out the form of a small redheaded boy with deep green eyes. Riki tensed as recognition came to him and he realized that this was the same fighter that he and Iason had faced. Still, it was hard to feel threatened the way the boy looked now. It looked like he could hardly hold up his own weight, less likely fight. The boy was as naked as he had been after their fight and Riki could clearly see his ribs. The boy was lying on his side not too far from Riki, and from what he could see the boy was not able to stand.

“What the hell happened to you kid? We didn’t beat you up that bad.” Riki said as he relaxed. The boy wasn’t a threat now, and it was a welcome distraction from his other problems.

“My master wasn’t happy I lost.” The boy looked down. “I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t want to hurt anyone but Master said I had too. Said I’d regret it if I lost.”

“Guess he wasn’t kidding.” Riki said as he made his way over to the boy and sat down beside him. “What’s your name kid?”

“I’m Aiden sir.” The boy muttered as he looked up at him with those dark green eyes. His hands rested in his lap, covering his groin. They shook a bit, though whether from fear or cold Riki could not say.

Riki frowned as he looked down at the kid. Damn it he wasn’t good at this kind of thing. He didn’t know how to handle kids, especially ones as weak and pathetic looking as this one.

“Look kid.” Riki said as he took off his shirt and dropped it in Aiden’s lap. “Yeah don’t have to call me ‘sir.’ My names Riki. We fought together and you even held your own so I’ll consider you an equal, even if you are only a kid.”

“I really didn’t mean to fight you.” The boy said in a pitiful whimper. “The fire comes when I get scared. I guess that’s why no one bothers me. I just wanted to apologize. The other guy wasn’t hurt was he?”

“That bastard, unfortunately no.” Riki muttered as a spark of anger consumed him.

“You guys aren’t friends than?” Aiden asked.

Riki snorted, “He’s a Blondie kid. He doesn’t know what a friend is. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

Iason did not follow after Riki when he stormed out of the room. He was a Blondie and he had to keep up appearances. That meant that he couldn’t be seen chasing after Riki in his nightclothes. He would give Riki time to come to his senses. Than he would retrieve him. The Vuzerians would not harm his Mongrel, he was certain of that.

I wasn’t until an hour had passed that Iason went looking for his Mongrel. Finding him proved a bit more difficult than he had though. It took three hours and more than a few threats before he discovered what had happened. It seemed that Riki had been mistaken for a runaway and thrown into a correction area. It was only the violent nature of the capture that made Iason realize that it was Riki. No one else would have been stupid enough to try to fight an entire squad of gaurds.

Iason was relieved to hear Riki’s voice as he neared the cell. The Mongrel seemed to be talking to someone, and in a surprisingly tame tone from the sound of it. Iason stopped once he could see Riki, careful to stay out of sight himself. He wanted to know who his Mongrel was talking to, and what they were talking about. From his spot Iason could make out Riki’s back, and after a moment he realized that the slave he was talking to was the one that they had fought in the arena. It had taken a moment for him to realize the others identity because the fire creature had altered in appearance, looking a good deal worse for ware.

“He’s a Blondie kid.” Riki’s voice penetrated the darkness. So they were talking about him them. Iason smiled, it seemed Riki couldn’t stop thinking about him even now. “He doesn’t know what a friend is. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” The smile on Iason’s face dropped, what was Riki saying?

“Why was he shielding you than?” The boy’s voice held a certain sing song quality to it. It was a soothing sound.

“He was shielding me?” Riki asked in surprise. Iason couldn’t believe how ignorant the Mongrel was. Of course he had shielded him. Riki was his, he would not have let him be harmed.

“Yeah, he always made sure to keep in between me and you, or he tried to anyways. He was trying to keep you safe, I think.” Iason wished that he could see Riki’s face, he wondered if his Mongrel realized the truth behind the slave’s words.

“He just didn’t want his new toy damaged was all.” The tone was hateful. “I don’t want to talk about him. I’ll be happy if I never see him again.”

“I am sorry to disappoint you than.” Iason said as he walked into view of the pair. Riki whirled around and despite his words he did look happy to see Iason. The Blondie felt his anger melt away. It was odd, how his Mongrel could do that to him.

“Finally decided to get off your high horse and find me ah?” Riki said as he stood up and dusted himself off. “How thoughtful of you.”

“Yes I rather thought it was.” Iason replied with biting humor. “If you are quite done sulking now we shall our are leave. Our transport will be here soon.” Iason said as he gestured to the waiting guard to open the cell.

“Oh goodie,” Riki said in an odd tone. “Out of one hell and into another. Oh Iason? I’m taking this kid with me.”

“What?” Iason said as he looked down at the slave still sitting behind Riki. The boy looked like he was trying to do his best to blend in with the floor. “Fine, do as you will, but hurry up.” Iason didn’t really care if the boy came along. He seemed to calm Riki somewhat, and perhaps he would make Riki realize how utterly mistaken he was. Iason did not see Riki as a toy. No it was much more than that. In fact Iason was quite unnerved by how he felt about Riki. He knew enough about himself to know what he was feeling, even if he had never felt it before. That did not stop him from finding it all utterly confusing, and more than a little dangerous. Than again he was Iason Mink, and in the end he would get what he wanted despite the consequences.


Well that’s it for now. Let me know what you think! Oh and I’m also started back up on my story Battle of the Heart. You can read it here (http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600096162) if you want to. Its got some similar themes to this story so if you like this one you might like it too. Anyways done self-promoting a promise. Thanks for reading!

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