Rebel Rebel: Part Five
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sildilTitle: Rebel Rebel
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru, Pell, Ashmael 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 five
The years fly so fast when you don't grow old, time passed and Dante scarcely noticed. Apollo remained steadfast in his affection for his friend and if he sometimes thought wistfully of their relationship being more, then Dan never knew or if he did he never spoke of it.
Cai...Caeru, was a dream, remembered at times with an empty longing for what might have been but otherwise buried deep. Dante got on with his life, sometimes working in bars, sometimes in bands, but more often using skills honed by years of accompanying Jeremiah. His ability to mindspeak had eventually been recognised by hara who trained him, raising his caste to that of Algomalid. His new level and status frequently brought him work within the higher ranks of hara, especially those who valued discreet investigations and careful diplomacy.
Which brought him to his current position, waiting nervously outside the door of an 'important har'. He ran over recent events in his mind. The mysterious cloaked visitor like a character in an old book, the brief instructions on how to get through the gates and the letter of permission to pass by the guards. He rubbed his hands on his pants, straightened his shirt and knocked. A soft voice bade him enter and he pushed open the door.
General Ashmael Aldebaran sat behind the large, polished desk, his polished boots resting on the surface. He gestured to the chair opposite and Dante entered the room, nodded and sat down.
'You asked to see me, Tiahaar?' he said, grateful that the General had already informed him that his mindspeaking would pose no problem.
"Yes...Dante. I am glad you came and I will not waste your time or mine, but get straight to the point. I have heard good things about your work..."
'...Really?' Dante laughed nervously. 'Wh..what sort of work do you mean? As a barhar...?'
Ashmael smiled. "No...your 'other' work. As an investigator. You are discreet....you make no waves. Just the sort of har I need for some...delicate investigations."
Dante flinched. Damn...THAT sort of work 'Delicate...now wait a minute, if you think I am going to dish dirt on somehar, you can think again...'
"...No, no, not at all." The General stood and moved to the sideboard where he took two glasses. "Sheh?" he offered as he poured the drinks. He returned to the desk, perching on the edge next to Dante and handed him the glass. "That is why I have asked you here...your reputation for honesty and integrity...and your... particular skills"
'But surely the Hegemony has plenty of hara at its disposal, far more qualified than myself...? One who can actually speak, for example,' said Dan to Ash's mind and sipping his drink.
"...Ahh but this particular little task is of an extremely delicate nature. If one word of the investigation got out, if one item of information was made public, then the consequences would be dire and far reaching...to ALL concerned. Do you understand?"
Dante nodded, taking a slightly larger gulp of his drink. 'Sure...but how am I going to know whether I can carry out this investigation without knowing anything about it? Ohhh, wait, don't tell me, I have to sign a contract in blood BEFORE I get to know what you are going to ask me to do?'
"No, the Hegemony have much more effective methods to ensure your...silence," said Ash with an amused and alarming grin.
'Oh. That's comforting,' Dante muttered, then thought for a few minutes. 'OK, I admit it, I am intrigued. You have my silence, naturally, and my time. What do you want me to do?'
The General smiled and returned to his chair. "Our illustrious Tigron wishes you to investigate a har close to his person...and his heart. The Tigrina has been...distracted of late, and the Tigron is concerned that he may have taken an unsuitable lover. You will find the details here." Ash handed over a folder thick with letters and papers.
Dante took them, glancing at the first page where a familiar name caught his attention and stopped his heart. He stared for a moment then threw up every mental shield he had and sipped his sheh, buying time before he replied. 'I see.' He swallowed. 'Tell me General, why does the Tigron believe that ...the Tigrina is distracted? What evidence does he have?'
Ashmael waved his hand towards the papers. "All the information you need is it in that folder including Caeru Meveny's mood swings, unusual behavioural patterns and so on. If you need anything else, come only to me. Do you understand?"
Dante nodded, finished his drink and stood, suddenly eager to leave the room. 'I only come to you. This will take some time...'
"...As long as you need. Just bear in mind, nohar is to know anything about this investigation, especially the Tigrina." Ash sighed. "Candidly, it's my belief and hope that there is nothing in it at all and that it's just Pellaz being over protective of his...consort." He smiled. "Let's hope that I'm right, it will make everything so much easier."
Dante smiled weakly and made for the door. 'Goodbye General, as soon as I have any information I will bring it to you.'
Ashmael nodded and returned to his papers, dismissing Dante with a wave of his hand.
As soon as Dan left the room he glanced around, desperately needing a place where he could sit and think. Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck! Caeru? Cai?! The TIGRINA? Shit, what am I going to do?
To be continued...
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru, Pell, Ashmael 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 five
The years fly so fast when you don't grow old, time passed and Dante scarcely noticed. Apollo remained steadfast in his affection for his friend and if he sometimes thought wistfully of their relationship being more, then Dan never knew or if he did he never spoke of it.
Cai...Caeru, was a dream, remembered at times with an empty longing for what might have been but otherwise buried deep. Dante got on with his life, sometimes working in bars, sometimes in bands, but more often using skills honed by years of accompanying Jeremiah. His ability to mindspeak had eventually been recognised by hara who trained him, raising his caste to that of Algomalid. His new level and status frequently brought him work within the higher ranks of hara, especially those who valued discreet investigations and careful diplomacy.
Which brought him to his current position, waiting nervously outside the door of an 'important har'. He ran over recent events in his mind. The mysterious cloaked visitor like a character in an old book, the brief instructions on how to get through the gates and the letter of permission to pass by the guards. He rubbed his hands on his pants, straightened his shirt and knocked. A soft voice bade him enter and he pushed open the door.
General Ashmael Aldebaran sat behind the large, polished desk, his polished boots resting on the surface. He gestured to the chair opposite and Dante entered the room, nodded and sat down.
'You asked to see me, Tiahaar?' he said, grateful that the General had already informed him that his mindspeaking would pose no problem.
"Yes...Dante. I am glad you came and I will not waste your time or mine, but get straight to the point. I have heard good things about your work..."
'...Really?' Dante laughed nervously. 'Wh..what sort of work do you mean? As a barhar...?'
Ashmael smiled. "No...your 'other' work. As an investigator. You are discreet....you make no waves. Just the sort of har I need for some...delicate investigations."
Dante flinched. Damn...THAT sort of work 'Delicate...now wait a minute, if you think I am going to dish dirt on somehar, you can think again...'
"...No, no, not at all." The General stood and moved to the sideboard where he took two glasses. "Sheh?" he offered as he poured the drinks. He returned to the desk, perching on the edge next to Dante and handed him the glass. "That is why I have asked you here...your reputation for honesty and integrity...and your... particular skills"
'But surely the Hegemony has plenty of hara at its disposal, far more qualified than myself...? One who can actually speak, for example,' said Dan to Ash's mind and sipping his drink.
"...Ahh but this particular little task is of an extremely delicate nature. If one word of the investigation got out, if one item of information was made public, then the consequences would be dire and far reaching...to ALL concerned. Do you understand?"
Dante nodded, taking a slightly larger gulp of his drink. 'Sure...but how am I going to know whether I can carry out this investigation without knowing anything about it? Ohhh, wait, don't tell me, I have to sign a contract in blood BEFORE I get to know what you are going to ask me to do?'
"No, the Hegemony have much more effective methods to ensure your...silence," said Ash with an amused and alarming grin.
'Oh. That's comforting,' Dante muttered, then thought for a few minutes. 'OK, I admit it, I am intrigued. You have my silence, naturally, and my time. What do you want me to do?'
The General smiled and returned to his chair. "Our illustrious Tigron wishes you to investigate a har close to his person...and his heart. The Tigrina has been...distracted of late, and the Tigron is concerned that he may have taken an unsuitable lover. You will find the details here." Ash handed over a folder thick with letters and papers.
Dante took them, glancing at the first page where a familiar name caught his attention and stopped his heart. He stared for a moment then threw up every mental shield he had and sipped his sheh, buying time before he replied. 'I see.' He swallowed. 'Tell me General, why does the Tigron believe that ...the Tigrina is distracted? What evidence does he have?'
Ashmael waved his hand towards the papers. "All the information you need is it in that folder including Caeru Meveny's mood swings, unusual behavioural patterns and so on. If you need anything else, come only to me. Do you understand?"
Dante nodded, finished his drink and stood, suddenly eager to leave the room. 'I only come to you. This will take some time...'
"...As long as you need. Just bear in mind, nohar is to know anything about this investigation, especially the Tigrina." Ash sighed. "Candidly, it's my belief and hope that there is nothing in it at all and that it's just Pellaz being over protective of his...consort." He smiled. "Let's hope that I'm right, it will make everything so much easier."
Dante smiled weakly and made for the door. 'Goodbye General, as soon as I have any information I will bring it to you.'
Ashmael nodded and returned to his papers, dismissing Dante with a wave of his hand.
As soon as Dan left the room he glanced around, desperately needing a place where he could sit and think. Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck! Caeru? Cai?! The TIGRINA? Shit, what am I going to do?
To be continued...
