Rebel Rebel: Part Four
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sildilTitle: Rebel Rebel
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru, Pell, Pharis and any other har making cameo appearances belong to Storm Constantine as do all her wonderful Wraeththu, Dante, Cai, Apollo and other bit part actors belong to me
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raythoo as always)
Part four
Cai's eyes flitted across to where Dante stood, heart in mouth...
"Hey mate, gotta light?" A tall har stood before Dante, blocking his view of the stage.
Dante glared and shook his head, craning his neck to see Cai. The stranger scowled back. "There's no need to be so fucking rude, I only asked!" he snapped. " You should learn some manners." He put a hand in the centre of Dante's chest and gave him a shove. "Hey, hey, Eric, no need to do that, here I have one," said the tall har's friend, butting in, and lit his cigarette. They both muttered and stared at Dante scathingly then moved away, melting into the shadows. Dante was too desperate to find Cai to argue or fight back, and frantically searched the stage. During the brief interruption the band had left and another group had taken their place. '....And there will be more from 'The Closets of Emily Child' later...now we have a new band....' came the disembodied voice again, but Dante had already slipped out the rear doors, trying to make his way backstage.
The maze of corridors were difficult to navigate and Dante took several dead ends until he came to a passage lined with dressing room doors. Nohar was around and so Dan knocked on the nearest one. There was no answer, but he heard giggles from within and opened the door slowly. Two har were draped over each other, sharing a bottle of wine and a cigarette and the one sitting on the other's lap frowned at the intrusion. "Who the fuck are you?"
Dante pulled a face, shrugged and shook his head, pointing to his mouth. Sorry, I can't speak...can either of you hear me? The har who had asked the question just stared angrily at him but the other sat up and nodded. Yeah, I can...what do you want? he said to Dante's mind.
Oh thank Aghama! Please, do you know a har called Cai? I saw him on the stage a minute ago.
"He wants to know if we've seen a har called Cai," the har explained to his companion.
"Nope, don't know anyhar by that name," his friend replied and resumed nuzzling the other's neck, no longer interested in Dante.
"Sorry mate, I don't know that name either..."
But I saw you on stage with him a moment ago! He opened the gig with his guitar...
"OH! Oh that wasn't Cai, or at least, I've never known him by that name...that was Rue. Yeah, stunning ain't he...he gets lots of fans calling for him after a show..."
Rue...is that his name now? Is he here? Do you know him? Where can I find him?...
"Whoa! hang on there mate...respect the artist's privacy and all that shit! I can't just tell any crazed fan stuff like that, you might want to do something stupid. Just leave your name and where he can find you, and I'll pass it on. You can trust me, I'm Pharis, one of the band members. Just leave it there on the table," Pharis said, pointing to the dressing table covered in make up and jewellery, then he returned to kissing his partner enthusiastically.
But you don't understand....
The cross har didn't need to hear what Dante was saying, the fact he was still lingering in the doorway was clear enough. "Look, leave your name and get lost. Go pester somehar else, or I'll call security," he snapped. Dante hesitated, then took a scrap of paper and scribbled his name, a brief message (how do you sum up years apart?) and where he could be found, then left reluctantly, returning to the arena.
The fill-in band had finished their set and the members of 'The Closets of Emily Child' had returned to the stage. Dante looked eagerly for a glimpse of Cai, wondering if he had seen the note yet, imagining their eyes meeting in the middle of the next song and Cai calling him up on stage...'Hey, this is Dante, my old friend and lover, returned to me...
But fantasies like that just don't happen in real life, and Dante grew anxious as he realised that Cai was nowhere to be seen. He began to push to the front, hoping that Cai would appear at any moment but as he did so he caught a snatch of conversation.
"...really? Well that surprises me. Whoever he is he must be pretty special, for Caeru to excuse himself from the gig."
"Yeah, I know. Apparently, and I got this from a har who knows Pharis, Caeru met some har in the bar the other night...Pellaz? A name something like that anyway, and they really hit it off. Spent all evening together, AND the night, and the next thing that happened was Caeru came and said he would only be doing half the set this evening..."
"...didn't that piss off Pharis?"
"Yeah it did, but then he always gets pissed off easily...I remember one time somehar told me..." and the conversation drifted to another topic.
Dante felt as though he had been kicked by a large and vicious horse. Cai with somehar else? I'm too late! He groaned and punched at the nearby wall, denting the plaster and grazing his knuckles. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. One of the hall stewards stepped forwards and took him by he arm. "Hey! Don't wreck the place! Come on, out." Dante shrugged off the har's grip and headed for the exit. I'm going, don't worry. It doesn't matter now...there is nothing more I want to see.
It was raining when Dan got outside. He turned up his collar and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. The crowds that had littered the streets earlier had all taken shelter in the bars and cafes, and Dante walked the street alone, head down and staring at the puddles.
"Was it a good gig?" said a soft voice from under an awning. Dante jumped, startled out of his unhappy reverie, and smiled wistfully at Apollo. He nodded. Yeah...it was good.
Apollo joined Dante, linking an arm with his. "Good, then it was worth it. Come on, you must be starving. There's a good cafe near here, I'll pay," he said.
You're too good to me Apollo. Dante squeezed his friend's arm and followed him into the brightly lit bar.
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru, Pell, Pharis and any other har making cameo appearances belong to Storm Constantine as do all her wonderful Wraeththu, Dante, Cai, Apollo and other bit part actors belong to me
(Cross posted to
raythoo as always)Part four
Cai's eyes flitted across to where Dante stood, heart in mouth...
"Hey mate, gotta light?" A tall har stood before Dante, blocking his view of the stage.
Dante glared and shook his head, craning his neck to see Cai. The stranger scowled back. "There's no need to be so fucking rude, I only asked!" he snapped. " You should learn some manners." He put a hand in the centre of Dante's chest and gave him a shove. "Hey, hey, Eric, no need to do that, here I have one," said the tall har's friend, butting in, and lit his cigarette. They both muttered and stared at Dante scathingly then moved away, melting into the shadows. Dante was too desperate to find Cai to argue or fight back, and frantically searched the stage. During the brief interruption the band had left and another group had taken their place. '....And there will be more from 'The Closets of Emily Child' later...now we have a new band....' came the disembodied voice again, but Dante had already slipped out the rear doors, trying to make his way backstage.
The maze of corridors were difficult to navigate and Dante took several dead ends until he came to a passage lined with dressing room doors. Nohar was around and so Dan knocked on the nearest one. There was no answer, but he heard giggles from within and opened the door slowly. Two har were draped over each other, sharing a bottle of wine and a cigarette and the one sitting on the other's lap frowned at the intrusion. "Who the fuck are you?"
Dante pulled a face, shrugged and shook his head, pointing to his mouth. Sorry, I can't speak...can either of you hear me? The har who had asked the question just stared angrily at him but the other sat up and nodded. Yeah, I can...what do you want? he said to Dante's mind.
Oh thank Aghama! Please, do you know a har called Cai? I saw him on the stage a minute ago.
"He wants to know if we've seen a har called Cai," the har explained to his companion.
"Nope, don't know anyhar by that name," his friend replied and resumed nuzzling the other's neck, no longer interested in Dante.
"Sorry mate, I don't know that name either..."
But I saw you on stage with him a moment ago! He opened the gig with his guitar...
"OH! Oh that wasn't Cai, or at least, I've never known him by that name...that was Rue. Yeah, stunning ain't he...he gets lots of fans calling for him after a show..."
Rue...is that his name now? Is he here? Do you know him? Where can I find him?...
"Whoa! hang on there mate...respect the artist's privacy and all that shit! I can't just tell any crazed fan stuff like that, you might want to do something stupid. Just leave your name and where he can find you, and I'll pass it on. You can trust me, I'm Pharis, one of the band members. Just leave it there on the table," Pharis said, pointing to the dressing table covered in make up and jewellery, then he returned to kissing his partner enthusiastically.
But you don't understand....
The cross har didn't need to hear what Dante was saying, the fact he was still lingering in the doorway was clear enough. "Look, leave your name and get lost. Go pester somehar else, or I'll call security," he snapped. Dante hesitated, then took a scrap of paper and scribbled his name, a brief message (how do you sum up years apart?) and where he could be found, then left reluctantly, returning to the arena.
The fill-in band had finished their set and the members of 'The Closets of Emily Child' had returned to the stage. Dante looked eagerly for a glimpse of Cai, wondering if he had seen the note yet, imagining their eyes meeting in the middle of the next song and Cai calling him up on stage...'Hey, this is Dante, my old friend and lover, returned to me...
But fantasies like that just don't happen in real life, and Dante grew anxious as he realised that Cai was nowhere to be seen. He began to push to the front, hoping that Cai would appear at any moment but as he did so he caught a snatch of conversation.
"...really? Well that surprises me. Whoever he is he must be pretty special, for Caeru to excuse himself from the gig."
"Yeah, I know. Apparently, and I got this from a har who knows Pharis, Caeru met some har in the bar the other night...Pellaz? A name something like that anyway, and they really hit it off. Spent all evening together, AND the night, and the next thing that happened was Caeru came and said he would only be doing half the set this evening..."
"...didn't that piss off Pharis?"
"Yeah it did, but then he always gets pissed off easily...I remember one time somehar told me..." and the conversation drifted to another topic.
Dante felt as though he had been kicked by a large and vicious horse. Cai with somehar else? I'm too late! He groaned and punched at the nearby wall, denting the plaster and grazing his knuckles. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. One of the hall stewards stepped forwards and took him by he arm. "Hey! Don't wreck the place! Come on, out." Dante shrugged off the har's grip and headed for the exit. I'm going, don't worry. It doesn't matter now...there is nothing more I want to see.
It was raining when Dan got outside. He turned up his collar and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. The crowds that had littered the streets earlier had all taken shelter in the bars and cafes, and Dante walked the street alone, head down and staring at the puddles.
"Was it a good gig?" said a soft voice from under an awning. Dante jumped, startled out of his unhappy reverie, and smiled wistfully at Apollo. He nodded. Yeah...it was good.
Apollo joined Dante, linking an arm with his. "Good, then it was worth it. Come on, you must be starving. There's a good cafe near here, I'll pay," he said.
You're too good to me Apollo. Dante squeezed his friend's arm and followed him into the brightly lit bar.
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Date: 2006-10-20 08:50 pm (UTC)nuuuuuuuuuu
You keel me.
*is ded*
Please...please let them find each other before that dratted Pell takes Rue away!
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Date: 2006-10-20 08:51 pm (UTC)