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Rainbow Ruze

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Crimzon Ruze: (from an older Karaoke)

Quinacridone Ruze:

Vermilion Ruze:

Citrine Ruze:

Verdant Ruze:

Turquoise Ruze:

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Obsidian Ruze:

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Thicker Than Water

After a less than pleasant encounter over the phone, Obsidian decides to pay Ruze a little visit on his his morning jog. And perhaps get a little aggression out in the process.

Previous Chapter

Obsidian, Quinacridone, & Crimzon Ruze

TW: violent beating, familial abuse, kidnapping, choking Words: 1288 | Rating: R

After ending the phone call with his brother, Obsidian paces around his office. How dare he speak to him like that, after everything he’s sacrificed for that ungrateful brat. He’s done nothing but think of what’s best for the family, and one day he’ll see, he’ll understand.

“Q, get in the car, I believe we owe my brother a visit.”

The oracle looks up from the floor where he’s painting his nails, looking a little confused. 

“Somehow I feel this is not to reconcile and apologize for all the misdeeds that you’ve done to each other, and become a real family again.”

“We’re Belladonnas, it’s in his veins. He can’t run from his legacy, even as much as he tries to hide behind that military persona of his. Deep down inside, he knows that our parents would be proud of me for doing what was necessary, even if it meant getting them out of the way…”

“I don’t know, Obbie… Not like I can see the future or anything like that, totally not my whole job, but I don’t see this encounter going well for either of you.”

“Good. I wasn’t planning on it.”

Obsidian yanks Q up from the ground, dragging him along to the car with a devilish smirk on his face.

…

Ruze gets out of his car in the parking lot of the mayor’s office, joggers on and headphones around his neck. It’s a decent day for a run, and he’s a bit too paranoid to do it around where they’re keeping Twobert. Plus, there’s enough faces around here that he recognizes that if someone tries to pull anything, he should be able to see them from a mile away. 

He keeps his volume down as he places one ear of his headphones on, constantly looking around him. Did he absolutely just poke the bear? Probably. But that’s something for future Ruze to handle. Until then, he needs to clear his head, work through his thoughts about this.

While Bettel hasn’t been with the office for terribly long, and doesn’t enjoy talking about his past, he passed the background check with flying colors. Plus, he handles all future background checks for future employees. Sure, he missed Goldie’s, but Goldie also purposefully altered his, and did a pretty damn good job at it. And considering how many bodyguards Bettel had hired, clearly he was afraid of getting attacked too. Otherwise why wouldn’t he have just let Goldie in with maybe one or two others?

Something doesn’t make sense. Bettel is a clutz, an idiot, a clown. A lovable one at that, but not some criminal mastermind. And whatever dirty little secret Obsidian thinks he has on him is clearly enough to basically threaten his life. Did Bettel kill someone? He just can’t see it happening even remotely intentionally. He’s even too anxious of a driver to accidentally run someone over. 

Right as his train of thought crosses cars, a black SUV comes barreling down the street towards him, and he jumps out of the way, behind a tree. It screeches to a halt, and the window rolls down. A flirty face greets him, a little twinkly finger wave to coax him closer.

“I see good genes run in the family, too bad you’re just a little too small for me there, Ryder.”

Ruze’s eyes widen, snarling as he watches Obsidian get out of the other side of the car. Standing quite a few inches taller than him, but not enough that he’s even remotely out of reach of getting punched. 

“I told you to stay the fuck away, you pavement licking bastard!”

“Tch tch tch, such foul language, Ryder. What would mother think?”

“Stop calling me that!”

Ruze takes a swing, hitting Obsidian right in the gut and sending him flying back into the car. Q screams, quickly rolling up the window so as to not get caught in the middle of all of this. Obsidian clutches his side while Ruze squares up, holding his fists in front of his face.

“I’m sorry, was I not clear enough before?”

“Last time I checked, you still answer to me.”

Obsidian moves quickly, wrapping a hand around Ruze’s neck and picking him up. It strains his arm, feeling the old wound get irritated as he tries to hold his little brother aloft. He pulls his other fist back, colliding with Ruze’s nose. He feels cartilage and bone go crunch against his skin, blood splattering all over Ruze’s face as his hands wrap around Obsidian’s wrist as he’s pinned to the tree.

It’s almost pathetic, watching him try to squirm away, but even with all that military training, it’s almost like his body still knows when to submit to Obsidian’s higher authority. 

“Little prince Ryder, heir to the Belladonna crime syndicate. Honestly, if you had simply listened instead of running off to where you thought those incompetent men with their big flashy guns could protect you, perhaps you would actually have some success to be proud of.”

Ruze swings his leg at Obsidian’s hip, but with the blood loss and lack of oxygen, it’s getting difficult to see his target clearly. Obsidian knees him in the stomach, making him scream out at him and try to claw at his skin to get him to let go. 

Suddenly he’s back to being a little boy again, holding his beetle plushie under his arm as he snuck through the halls of his family’s mansion. He could hear his parents screaming in the other room at some subordinates who had stepped out of line, covering his ears as he hurried away from it all. But Orion had caught him, knowing it was past his bedtime. He snatched away the plushie from him, stomping on it repeatedly while Ryder had cried for him to stop, covering the soft fabric in mud and bloody footprints. Then he had picked him up by the throat, carrying him all the way to where his parents were. Ryder had cried until no more tears came out of his eyes, begging to be put back down, that he’d go back to his room.

“Please, Ori, it hurts!”

“Good. That’s the point.”

He was thrown under the bus in front of his parents, with Orion thinking that he was going to gain his parents’ favor by bringing Ryder in to get punished. But their mother just came and gently scooped him up, holding him close as he cried. Their father then proceeded to chew out Orion, screaming at him for hurting Ryder and his toy. He was just a little boy, not some grown ass man for him to push around. 

His eyes open again and he sees Obsidian’s eyes, filled with hatred boring through him from behind the mask. Punch after punch, kick after kick, Obsidian let loose upon Ruze until he was nothing more than a bloody mess, head bleeding from getting slammed back against the tree again and again. His world blurs around him, eyes closing as he coughs blood up onto the grass upon being unceremoniously dropped.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to finally do that…”

He feels Obsidian grip him by the hair, tugging him into the back of the SUV and closing the door. With his last few moments of consciousness, he claws his way onto his side, hoping to not cough on his own blood. His bones ache, windpipe bruised and raw from Obsidian’s grip. All he can manage is one last glare at his brother as he climbs back into the front seat, starting the car again. Q looks particularly smug, pulling out his phone and turning the selfie camera upon the two of them.

“Say hi to Betsy-boy!!”