Amoyan ChristMass (an Ai no Kusabi Christmas fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Under the Mistletoe Part 1

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Opening theme: Kylie Minogue – Let it Snow

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As the snow-flakes were continuing to steadily fall down outside of the windows of the monumental, lushly decorated penthouse, the elegant host of the classy Mass Party spoke: "My dearest and finest guests." The mongrel in front of him – along with everyone else in the room - was still too gobsmacked to react to what had just happened. "I believe this signals the end of this annual gathering. I hope you have all had a wonderful time here tonight but unfortunately I will have to cut short the celebrations."

It took at least five more minutes of staring in utter disbelief and relative silence for his elite guests to gather the meaning of his words and for the crowd to start dissipating as one by one all the invited started filing out of the main doors to the penthouse. Already before they had fully exited, many of Iason's brethren were whispering amongst each other of what an unacceptable insult it was for Lord Mink to put an end to the party over two hours before the planned end of it. Not to mention the shocking performance with that mongrel that preceded the party's end. Had there not been talk of Lord Mink even owning a mongrel pet only about a year ago? Could it be that the mongrel crashing the party was in fact Lord Mink's pet and that this unexpected and unbelievable disturbance had in fact been orchestrated in order to make this year's Jupiter Mass party even more unforgettable than last year's? Surely even Lord Mink's renowned extraordinariness would not stretch that far?

Raoul Am, on the other hand, was not as surprised as those completely ignorant to Iason's deviant ways, having known the other blonde throughout almost his entire life and thus knowing what really hid under that impeccable and ever-calm façade. If Iason thinks he can get away with this on my watch, he is sorely mistaken!

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What in hell's bells' name was that?! From all the possible outcomes, this had been the least expected for the mongrel who had hoped his bold and rude actions would finally succeed in disturbing Iason Mink's imperturbable peace of mind. I kiss him and stick my tongue halfway down his throat in front of all these dandy tight-asses and he just decides to call off the entire freakin' party?! What's UP with this guy's obsession with me already?!

"I was hoping you would show sooner rather than later, Riki. I can understand that these celebrations are, unfortunately, a necessary evil for one of my standing. However I get the impression that they become duller and duller every year", the dazzlingly beautiful host spoke, apparently not noticing that one of his guests – Raoul Am – had not yet left the party and was carefully making his way towards the stage, looking as if he was about to give Iason one hell of a lecture.

While Riki was trying to figure out how to speak again, he noticed that Iason was dressed rather vibrantly that evening. And damn those leggings looked smoking hot on him, despite his cool, snotty elite exterior. "Store ran outta white, huh? Good, you kinda look like you could get some emotion on that pretty princess face of yours now that you're actually wearing some fucking colour. So what's up with calling off this party, huh? Isn't meeting with those over-dressed snobs supposed to be the most important thing on your agenda or something?" Seeing how both his friend and that miserable, rotten pet were straight-out ignoring him, Raoul decided to wait until another time to give Iason his well-deserved lecture. Head-shakingly, he also left the penthouse, wondering whether this meant that Iason was going to start up all the craziness with this mongrel once again. Good Jupiter, Iason, I thought you were smarter than that! You ought to be!