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+. to F › Ai no Kusabi
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,771
Reviews:
41
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I do not own Ai no Kusabi, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Yay, I live! I think I promised to put out chapters quicker... but for this time I'm serious. Expect the next chapter out by next week ^.^ Please review, reviews are like candy to me.
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By the fifth day without his brother, Rion was worried absolutely sick. He made it to work, and surprisingly enough he was able to go on without looking like he felt. Raoul was proud of him for being able to speak to dignitaries and make small talk with the other representatives just like the others could. Indeed, the son of Iason had proven that he had his father’s gift with words.
However on the inside the young Blondie felt like he was dying. Every once in a while he would get a twinge of pain, as if it was him receiving whatever punishment Guy was enduring. He didn’t think it was anything other than heartache, so he missed the signs that told him that his brother was alive. But that fifth day, something happened that broke him completely.
Rion was ready to go home, packing up his things from Raoul’s office and saying goodbye to the man who was mentoring him. Suddenly he fell to the floor and screamed, it felt like his leg was on fire! The older Blondie rushed to his side and immediately paged for medical service. Rion couldn’t say a word; he just screamed and clutched at his leg. It hurt… so badly. He screamed until he ran out of breath, and then everything went black as he passed out.
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Guy screamed, but unfortunately for him, he didn’t pass out. The young man’s leg was practically shattered by the force of the door that had shut on it. He was trying to escape his prison, but someone noticed and hit the button for the door to slide closed. It was a heavy door, and Guy had tripped, leaving his leg in the path of the falling object. The door opened again and he heard one of the men swearing. They were talking, but he was too preoccupied with his leg to notice. Finally he felt someone lifting him by the waist roughly. He was being carried somewhere, and he weakly protested. Of course they didn’t listen at all.
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Rion woke and saw a team of medical workers looming above him. He groaned and tried sitting up, seeing that he had been moved to the small couch in Raoul’s office. His hand went to his leg… no, it was whole. It was fine. Immediately the older Blondie was on his case.
“What happened? Are you well? Is your leg fine?” He actually looked worried.
Rion nodded and swung his legs over the side of the couch, testing them. Yes, he was perfectly fine. “I... I can’t explain it. All of a sudden my leg felt like it was broken.. or crushed… or on fire.” He frowned.
Raoul was having trouble understanding as well. "The medical team has found nothing wrong with your leg. Perhaps it is just stress that has caused this." Rion nodded numbly, unable to think of any other reason. Nothing was wrong? But the pain was so intense… well; perhaps it was for the best that he wasn't going to feel it again.
The young man stood and took a few tentative steps. But he seemed fine. Then he turned to Raoul. "Forgive me for this interruption. May I return home now?" The older Blondie looked a bit skeptic. "Don't worry. My adoptive mother is a doctor; if it happens again then I assure you I'll be cared for."
That seemed to placate him, so he nodded and let Rion leave. But the moment his young charge stepped out the door, he dialed security to follow him home. Just a safety precaution is all.
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Guy groaned and tried to roll over on the bed he was laying on, but he was strapped down and couldn’t' move. "Lemme up…" He slurred; enough painkillers and sedatives in his system to kill an ordinary mongrel. Good thing he had his father's blood in him too or he might not have survived this.
He didn't get an answer, though. Soft voices above him talked, and he tried to catch what they were saying. Something about risks… pain… amputate? That couldn't be right. His leg had hurt, but he'd always been able to heal quickly before. He listened again. Yes, that was definitely talk about amputation.
"No….." He breathed. Nobody paid him any mind, though. Then there was a prick in his arms and his vision went black. This couldn't be good.
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Kaeri was doing her rounds in the hospital. A nurse handed her a chart, it seems like a young man was dumped outside the door. She sighed, shaking her head. This happened all too often. Everybody knew that it was the law enforcement that was dropping them, usually bringing former mongrels to the brink of death and leaving them to die. Near a hospital, of course, so they could say that they tried.
The woman entered the room where the poor victim was and frowned when she saw him. This one was particularly bad. She couldn't even tell his facial features through all the blood caked on his face. The swelling from injuries didn't help, either. So Kaeri set to work on gently cleaning him up, taking the care that only a mother or a doctor could. While she cleaned him, she spoke to him softly. He was starting to wake up and she wanted to keep him calm.
"You look about the same age as my sons. Beautiful boys. You kids are too young to be getting mixed up with the law force." She paused as she saw his hand shakily rise to grab at Kaeri's arm. "It's okay. You'll be fine, no worries." But then she saw it. It was nothing but a tiny mole, but it was on his cheek right up by his ear in a spot where she'd only known one other person to have it. What are the chances, right? But the woman leaned in and whispered, "Guy?"
He shifted his face towards her, trying to open his swollen eyes to look at her. But she knew it was him anyways and leaned in to press their cheeks together. "It's alright! You're going to be safe. I'm here, I'm here." She couldn't see, but she felt tears on his cheeks. They were both crying in relief.
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By the fifth day without his brother, Rion was worried absolutely sick. He made it to work, and surprisingly enough he was able to go on without looking like he felt. Raoul was proud of him for being able to speak to dignitaries and make small talk with the other representatives just like the others could. Indeed, the son of Iason had proven that he had his father’s gift with words.
However on the inside the young Blondie felt like he was dying. Every once in a while he would get a twinge of pain, as if it was him receiving whatever punishment Guy was enduring. He didn’t think it was anything other than heartache, so he missed the signs that told him that his brother was alive. But that fifth day, something happened that broke him completely.
Rion was ready to go home, packing up his things from Raoul’s office and saying goodbye to the man who was mentoring him. Suddenly he fell to the floor and screamed, it felt like his leg was on fire! The older Blondie rushed to his side and immediately paged for medical service. Rion couldn’t say a word; he just screamed and clutched at his leg. It hurt… so badly. He screamed until he ran out of breath, and then everything went black as he passed out.
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Guy screamed, but unfortunately for him, he didn’t pass out. The young man’s leg was practically shattered by the force of the door that had shut on it. He was trying to escape his prison, but someone noticed and hit the button for the door to slide closed. It was a heavy door, and Guy had tripped, leaving his leg in the path of the falling object. The door opened again and he heard one of the men swearing. They were talking, but he was too preoccupied with his leg to notice. Finally he felt someone lifting him by the waist roughly. He was being carried somewhere, and he weakly protested. Of course they didn’t listen at all.
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Rion woke and saw a team of medical workers looming above him. He groaned and tried sitting up, seeing that he had been moved to the small couch in Raoul’s office. His hand went to his leg… no, it was whole. It was fine. Immediately the older Blondie was on his case.
“What happened? Are you well? Is your leg fine?” He actually looked worried.
Rion nodded and swung his legs over the side of the couch, testing them. Yes, he was perfectly fine. “I... I can’t explain it. All of a sudden my leg felt like it was broken.. or crushed… or on fire.” He frowned.
Raoul was having trouble understanding as well. "The medical team has found nothing wrong with your leg. Perhaps it is just stress that has caused this." Rion nodded numbly, unable to think of any other reason. Nothing was wrong? But the pain was so intense… well; perhaps it was for the best that he wasn't going to feel it again.
The young man stood and took a few tentative steps. But he seemed fine. Then he turned to Raoul. "Forgive me for this interruption. May I return home now?" The older Blondie looked a bit skeptic. "Don't worry. My adoptive mother is a doctor; if it happens again then I assure you I'll be cared for."
That seemed to placate him, so he nodded and let Rion leave. But the moment his young charge stepped out the door, he dialed security to follow him home. Just a safety precaution is all.
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Guy groaned and tried to roll over on the bed he was laying on, but he was strapped down and couldn’t' move. "Lemme up…" He slurred; enough painkillers and sedatives in his system to kill an ordinary mongrel. Good thing he had his father's blood in him too or he might not have survived this.
He didn't get an answer, though. Soft voices above him talked, and he tried to catch what they were saying. Something about risks… pain… amputate? That couldn't be right. His leg had hurt, but he'd always been able to heal quickly before. He listened again. Yes, that was definitely talk about amputation.
"No….." He breathed. Nobody paid him any mind, though. Then there was a prick in his arms and his vision went black. This couldn't be good.
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Kaeri was doing her rounds in the hospital. A nurse handed her a chart, it seems like a young man was dumped outside the door. She sighed, shaking her head. This happened all too often. Everybody knew that it was the law enforcement that was dropping them, usually bringing former mongrels to the brink of death and leaving them to die. Near a hospital, of course, so they could say that they tried.
The woman entered the room where the poor victim was and frowned when she saw him. This one was particularly bad. She couldn't even tell his facial features through all the blood caked on his face. The swelling from injuries didn't help, either. So Kaeri set to work on gently cleaning him up, taking the care that only a mother or a doctor could. While she cleaned him, she spoke to him softly. He was starting to wake up and she wanted to keep him calm.
"You look about the same age as my sons. Beautiful boys. You kids are too young to be getting mixed up with the law force." She paused as she saw his hand shakily rise to grab at Kaeri's arm. "It's okay. You'll be fine, no worries." But then she saw it. It was nothing but a tiny mole, but it was on his cheek right up by his ear in a spot where she'd only known one other person to have it. What are the chances, right? But the woman leaned in and whispered, "Guy?"
He shifted his face towards her, trying to open his swollen eyes to look at her. But she knew it was him anyways and leaned in to press their cheeks together. "It's alright! You're going to be safe. I'm here, I'm here." She couldn't see, but she felt tears on his cheeks. They were both crying in relief.