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The Kairo Brothers

Asterion was not in his body, he was walking around as one of his guards, and allowing his body to heal in a safe place which he had been healing overnight. It should have been done healing by now but he didn’t want to show up on Nickel News as himself, not today, and he went to the broadcasting room in the Kairo Skyscraper. All the lights were already on. The guard was somewhat of an average looking man, still cute with certain characteristics, short dirty blonde hair that was styled, and light blue eyes. He was dressed decently while he stepped onto the stage and grabbed the remote. Pressing it before setting it to the side so it was hidden. 

“Good morning, Nickel!” His voice sounded charming and semi-excited while he stood there in the middle of the stage. “Many of you might have concerns about what happened at the Golden Palace, last night, and how it revolved around Mister Kairo and a companion of his. Both are doing great and have no damages,” his voice was reassuring as he spoke with his hands. His blue eyes glinted purple-pink for a flash of a second. 

Stepping to the side as he gestured to the screen behind him, “If you will take a moment to watch the recordings of last night and focus on a certain individual,” the Golden Palace security footage from that night started rolling. It was sped up to when Glade began to perform, from multiple perspectives, and followed the man up to the table with Ayla, June, and Asterion. “This man is named Glade Brey,” he introduced the man. “The Guard of Kairo are looking for him because of the events of last night which you will watch for the next handful of moments.” 

Asterion in the guard’s body sat there on the comfy chair as he watched what happened. All the events of last night at the Golden Palace. How things became tense, how Ayla controlled him, how Glade was dragged away, and how men put their hands on June. How he was able to break out of Ayla’s grasp before shooting multiple men down and gagging Ayla. This was when he paused the video. “Glade Brey,” he said while pressing a button on the remote and it brought a very good portrait of Glade Brey onto the screen behind him. 

“This man is a potential terrorist and threat to the citizens of Nickel and the newly expanded areas, 93rd and Yellowbrick. If we want to keep flourishing and making sure the citizens are safe. Asterion Kairo is relying on all of you to be mandatory reporters of this threat. Please, if you see this man, especially in the district. Report the time, the date, and the location as soon as possible.” making sure he wasn’t in front of the picture of Glade. The screen changed to show the man walking up to sit down at the table with Asterion and shake Asterion and June’s hands. 

He looked at the camera, “If you fear for your life and see this person. You are allowed to terminate him. He is a danger. A threat. And he was willing to put a civilian and beloved doctor of Nickel in danger for petty reasons. Assumed reasons are monetary based. You all might have recognized that beloved doctor and someone who has made the healthcare system in Nickel so stable. She was in the most danger last night. With a gun to her head,” he walked over to press the button to show a close up of June being restrained by men with a gun to her head. “Do not hesitate to bring Glade Brey in. It would be better if he turned himself in and decided to talk on truce. Thank you, citizens of Nickel.” 

That was when the broadcasting cut out. 

An aggressive knock came from the door of his public office and Asterion glared over from where he was standing. He was by a window, staring out into the beyond, and he couldn't imagine who would be bothering him before noon after a Nickel News report broadcast. Sighing and before he could respond to the knock, the door was already opening, “Hey fucker are you in here? Mitzie said you were,” and the awful feeling of dread filled his body as he decided to go back to staring out the window and trying to ignore the uninvited visitor. 

“Oh, do not get too excited that I am here. Do not stop whatever you're doing. What are you doing? Are you just staring out the window? You know that’s what like… crazy people do right? Stare at things. All day, like you do,” the voice sounded amused while the office door closed a little too hard before footsteps quickly came across the floor and the individual stood beside him. 

Asterion glanced over to Jax, his little brother, “What are we looking at?” Jax looked out the window as if he was curious. 

“I was thinking…” Asterion sighed and went back to looking out the window. 

Jax smacked him on the back before letting his hand go and curling around the man’s other shoulder. The older brother had to bite his tongue before the words “don’t fucking touch me” came out and he stared at his little brother that had such a mischievous grin on his face with his sun glasses riding a bit too low on the bridge of his nose so he could look over the rims and at his brother. “I have seen your broadcasting. Are you doing okay? Because I feel like we both know you aren’t doing okay by those broadcasting. Like…” his brother shrugged his shoulder and twirled his other hand in the air while glancing at the window like he was still trying to find what Asterion was looking at. “Why the hell are you calling people terrorists? And slitting twenty people’s throats like it’s nothing? Like what the fuck? Did you have a girlfriend and she dumped you or something? This has to be coming from somewhere,” Jax continued to go on and on.

Asterion shrugged him off and began to walk away, “You do not need to know why I am doing anything that I am doing to make sure Nickel is not plowed down by others,” he plainly stated while going over to his desk and Jax followed way too closely. Stepping on his brother's heels. Somewhat purposefully and somewhat by accident. The older man tensed up, “Jax back the fuck off,” he stopped in his tracks and waved his hand for Jax to back up. 

Jax raised his hands as if he was defeated, “I am sorry. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to step on your heel. I was just following you,” he explained while walking over to Asterion’s desk and picked something up. Beginning to play with one of the paperweights that looked like a crystal carved elephant. 

“Why are you here?” he asked his little brother while taking the paperweight away from him and putting it back on the desk. This caused Jax to lean up against the desk and use it as a partial chair while crossing his arms. “Do you not have anything better to do?” 

“You are deflecting. You didn’t answer any of my questions. Why do I have to answer yours?” 

“You are in my office.” 

“So? Why can’t you just answer things? I’m a little worried. Just a bit about you. You fucking nut case,” Jax grinned at him like all this was amusing. 

Asterion rolled his eyes and Jax grabbed his jaw, “Don’t do that,” Jax turned into Asterion with ease and rolled his eyes even more exaggeratedly. “That’s what you fucking look like when you do that. It makes me want to punch you. Other people probably want to punch you too when you make those stupid fucking faces,” Jax stuck his tongue out playfully. 

The older man grabbed his brother's wrist before twisting his hand, “Why are you here? Answer me. Now.” Asterion was finding that his patience was running out and Jax whimpered to the quick pain. 

“Okay! Okay. Let go! I am just here to ask for a job. I want a job. I need a job,” his voice went from the regular stupidity to pleading. His wrist was let go. 

Asterion shook his head, “There is not a job here for you. You know that. This is not the playful street gangs that you jump in and out of and casino work. You can be used against me and you could die,” he shook his head while walking, organizing the papers on the desk. 

“Oh, come on. Help a brother out. Literally,” Jax gestured to himself. “Pleaseeeeeeee…..!” he extended his begging. 

The man shook his head, “I am not saying yes, Jax,” he stated as if he was putting a wedge into a doorway to stop it. The conversation was being stopped. 

“Come on, Ass—sterion,” he emphasized his brother's name. 

Asterion looked at him with a partial offense on his face and he shook his head, “Get away from me,” he put the papers and stared at his brother who had his exact face. 

Jax shrugged and went around the desk before plopping into the chair, “You’re being a jerk,” he casually said while spinning around in the really nice chair. “I wonder how well I could play you. Just turn into you and act like an asshole a thousand percent of the time. I think Elara wouldn’t even notice the difference,” he put his foot down on the top of the desk, one some of the papers to stop himself, and he smirked while allowing his fingers to intertwine with each other and over his chest while he looked at his older brother. 

Asterion waved him off before grabbing his foot and pulling him hard towards the desk so it would smack the back of his thigh hard, “You need to stop playing games. You are not getting a job here and you would suck at being me,” he spat those words out. 

“I would not suck at being you. It’s easy being you. I’m Asterion,” he gestured to himself. “I am a pompous asshole who hurts people for no god damn reason like god. That hurt! My thigh is going to be bruised because of you, you dick,” Jax turned back into himself and pulled himself away from Asterion while rubbing his thigh. “I am asking for anything. I’ll do anything. I just need something for a little while. PLEAASE!” he gestured his hands up as if he was begging a little bit. 

Asterion shook his head and rolled his eyes, “No. I cannot do that,” he hissed through his teeth. That was when he heard his phone ping, not his private one, but his work one. The one he gave to literally everyone. Picking his phone out of his pocket and putting it on the table, he held up his finger before his brother could continue his nonsense, and he pressed play. Listening. 

“That fucking cunt tricked me…” Asterion’s voice ached with a clench of his jaw while shaking his head. 

“What cunt?” 

“No one. You should not have even heard that message,” he snapped. 

“That man sounded serious and who is Detective Newport?” Jax leaned in to try and look at the phone number and Asterion quickly turned the phone off. They stared into each other’s eyes. 

“Someone that likes to randomly touch men at the gym. She might actually be your type. You would probably love her,” Asterion put his phone back into his pocket. 

Jax seemed to think for a second, “Also… he brought up hostages. Who are you missing? You are really sucking at your job right now,” he chuckled a little bit. 

Asterion seemed to fall into a silence. He didn’t catch that part at first. Who did he have? That was when he called June, first. June had no idea. Then he called Zarek. Varek? While he was calling people, he was rushing down the halls with Jax on his heels like a lost little puppy. Barging into the room that was holding Krish and he sighed in relief. The realization hit in. “Oh god… Elara…” he muttered out. 

“I am not doing business for that asshole,” he shook his head. “I am not doing any dirty work for anyone else. And I hope Bella does not think we will be meeting after this. They had to set this up. I knew that whole thing had to be a trap…” he began to bitch under his breath while his body tensed with stress. 

Jax came up behind him and began to rub his shoulders, “You should go to the masseuse, they would do you some good, brother,” he stated before Asterion shrugged him off. Grabbing his brother by the arm and pulling him out of the room that had Krish, who was sleeping in it, he dragged him down the hall a bit. 

“If you don’t want to do it. I can. I can look like you. She barely knows you. She wouldn’t know the difference,” Jax continued. “Then you don’t have to get fucked by that dude on the phone and you could chill out here. It wouldn’t be a big deal,” he continued. 

Asterion gave him a side eye before grabbing his jaw, “You are not getting into my business. Do not approach Detective Newport. Do not talk to her. Do not reach out to her. And definitely do not approach her looking like me. I am pretty sure she wanted to fuck me and if you are approaching her. I know you. You would fuck someone while looking like me. Do not get into this, Jax,” he let go of his brother's chin before walking away. Jax followed him down the hall and continued to try and talk to him. 

He was heading towards Ayla to talk to her. He needed to. 

Mentions@SporkoBug Glade Brey  @Estylwen Vincent @Qia Emilia @LanaStorm Detective Newport
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