Cinco Storia Book Two: A Pet's Freedom

Chapter 18

It was a lazy day at home, a plain-robed Iason had been observing his Riki for the longest time now, as the other drifted into his thoughts again, the Master knowing that this was no good, and that he'd have to commit to some drastic effort to get Riki to come back to him.

Yet he doubted.

What could he do to ease this straining burden from the other when he himself found it difficult with his own? More importantly, was all this his fault after all?

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A glorious morning. Half-asleep, the Pet could feel the sun pore through somewhere even before he opened his eyes, feeling the warmth kiss his cheeks. Reluctantly, he awakened, his consciousness stubbornly detaching itself from slumber, to slowly sit up, cradling his head.

"Iason?"

Something fluttered somewhere, he could hear the sound, and felt the feathers falling even before he realized what they were. It stunned the Pet, but his Master had perched on the sill of an opened portion of their home, his midnight blue wings out and displayed under the light of day. The Blondie appeared to have slept as he sat there, though feeling he was no longer alone in wakefulness, turned with a manner of grace to Riki.

"Good morning," he smiled, but there was something off about it.

The Pet sat there dumbfounded for some time, before he shook himself off and moved to put on some covering, at least over the necessities. Iason had nothing but a pair of constricting pants on, something he had just today seen the Blondie don.

"Why are you..." the Pet didn't seem to know what he wanted to ask from his lover. Why was he awake so early? Why were his wings unfolded?

Without moving further, Iason extended his hand, "Come Riki...it's not good for you to be cooped up here..."

His Exclusive was still debating whether he was dressed properly for the impromptu invitation, when the Master simply and literally swept him off his feet, immediately taking to flight out from their quarters and then through the large open bays of their private aeroport, the sealed doors sliding to allow their exit.

"Wait! Where are we going?!"

The Blondie was not one to tell. But he tucked his Pet near, wings strong and certain as they flew to somewhere he did not know. Riki was blinded by sunshine for a moment before he felt the cool surface of glass beneath his feet. They had finally arrived, and they were on the topmost point of Jupiter's Tower, literally and figuratively, the highest point of the world.

From the height, all things seemed insignificantly smaller, but significantly bigger, the entire capital and the Ocean beyond it, the tenements and structures made by Normals, Midas and all its areas including Lhassa where they had first met and where he had offered his body as payment to the very Man who stood right next to him now. Even the deteriorated buildings of the Slums were visible, but as they had been made for him, seemingly out of reach still.

Ceres. A year seemed long enough since he was there, yet he had not stayed there at all while he was to begin with. He left his heart in Eos where Iason was, as with his body, the Blondie intended on keeping both.

"Our kingdom my prince," the Master stretched his hand and gestured, as if he could somehow contain the entire city in his hand. Ironically enough, he actually could.

"Why did you take me here?" the Pet asked, not quite understanding what reasons the Blondie had for showing him all this.

"Everything you now see...is yours to take. I have the power to give to you whatever it is that you ask."