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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Ai_no_Kusabi, Free!, アキハバラ電脳組_|_Akihabara_Dennou_Gumi_|_Cyberteam_in
      Akihabara, Shoujo_Kakumei_Utena_|_Revolutionary_Girl_Utena, Kill_la_Kill,
      Texhnolyze
  Relationship:
      Riki/Hibari_Hanakogenai, Riki/_Iason_Mink, Riki/_Guy, Riki/_Tsugumi
      Hishajouji, Riki/_Tsubame_Ohtori, Guy/_Kirie, Guy/_Katze, Guy/_Kamome
      Seikakoujo, Guy/_Tsubame_Ohtori, Katze/_Kirie, Katze/_Riki, Iason_Mink/
      Hibari_Hanakogenai, Iason_Mink/_Tsubame_Ohtori, Iason_Mink/_Suzume,
      Jupiter/_Riki, Jupiter/_Iason, Jupiter/_Hibari
  Character:
      Riki_(Ai_no_Kusabi), Hibari, Iason_Mink, Guy, Katze
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt, Comfort, Intelligence_-_Freeform, principles, Love, Sex, sexual
      attractions, Making_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-29 Words: 4840
****** Babel Enclosures Of A Restless Rift ******
by NebulaViburnum
Summary
     Riki, is a black market mathematician, who owns a small tea shop at
     the slums of Amoi called "Whisper Tong." There with his boyfriend
     Guy, a secret archaeologist, he makes ends meat and lives a semi-
     content life. Until he crosses paths with Blondie. Everything goes
     haywire from there and Riki understands the gap in his heart is not
     due to artificial satisfaction or longing for the lewd; he desires to
     break this complete joke of a society called Amoi. He meets many
     others like him most notable to him at the time is that he meets his
     cousin Haruka Nanase who is a "companion" for the Blondie Feras
     Berth. Will Riki get over this life and live one where staying quiet
     does not always mean condemnation?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
 
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                  ♦♦||Babel Enclosures Of A Restless Rift♦♦||

                              ||♦♦Chapter 1.0♦♦||

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At one point in my life I had dated a young girl. I was fourteen then and she
thirteen. I think that the first time I had sex with a girl or close to it was
that. And I liked it. I was a full virgin and so was she. We had no sexual
relationshipa with either sex and so lets say it borg hurt me and her like hell
a bit and she did not enjoy it much or rather did I or at least I mean until I
came everything was fuzzy. Tsugumi was her name and she was kinda a secret
popstar. The funny thing was she lived in Midas and I was a slum kid. But we
got close, very close. I guess we thought sex was a good way of officiating
that closeness. I don't think it was that much of a good choice. We both only
thought locking into each other was the sex and to be honest even my cock felt
scraped.  Tsugumi started crying. I didn't realize this but I had cried too for
the intensity of our orgasm that shocked and twisted my body and gripped too
tightly to her cute vagina that I felt the vagina would not let me go. I
shuddered and almost shrieked. I called the vagina as it were like a creature,
I want to laugh. Young boys thing of their cocks as extensions of themselves
like some odd tail that is why I think we wmbrace feral traits more quickly for
we think we are animal inclined for this pretty but secretive tail that moves
along with us. Girls too must think their vaginas must be an extension too for
there is no way a muscular limb of a thing like that cannot be taken into
consideration. Well, Tsugumi was crying and I tried to console her and myself.
"Tsugumi are you angry I am your first?"
"Shut up Riki! You acting like you weren't a virgin either." Then with new
pitcher of anger, "Weren't you?!"
"Yes." I breathed, "I was..."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I am tired." I cuddled in her chest, "I am scared." I started crying a bit.
"My body feels tired but its more intense when I masturbate."
"Uh...oh dear poor Riki." Tsugumi kissed my forehead and held me. 
"Don't cry I'll take care of you if you become pregnant." I mumbled in a form
of levity and bliss and the buzzing feeling of
"Don't worry." Tsugumi said, "I think I won't get pregnant." Then she sniffled,
"It was ok, but I felt no cum. Like I came only a bit compared to you." 
Hearing that made me blush immediately, "I'm so sorry!" I got a bit out from
her arms, "I didn't mean to!" I seriously at the time didn't now what any form
of wrongness I could have done. 
"It's ok. I think it was both great but a bit out there for you as well Riki-
kun." We made out a bit a territory we were more familiar and attuned to. 
 
Sleeping her with Mimea I am reminded of Tsugumi, my first female. After that
we never had sex again. I missed her. But her family beat her when they found
out she had  slept with a slum boy from Ceres.  She was sent off to a school
off near Eros and I could not see her. I think I saw her only once and Guy had
asked who the girl with a autumn orange ribbon on her long hair was. I
pretended I didn't know; I don't know maybe I was embarrassed to be seeing my
first crush. No, she wasn't my first love and neither was I hers. But we had
been the best of friends. And I missed her body at times when me and Guy made
love. I liked both the male and female anatomies. I have only had sex with two
men after her. The first was ratty older boy from Midas who was my first guy
but then I had sex with Guy. I won't lie to me this pairing at times bothered
me as Guy always seemed to be so seme-seamen and I was typed as an uke. I was
not into these categories of seme and uke so I was not always happy that I had
to ride Guy. I wanted to be other way around at times too. Even with Mimea she
seemed so seme telling me what to do and how to do it and even she rammed me
with her muscular limb like a full horsepowered bike and I got terribly blown
away. Our sex wasn't rough, but nor was it gentle; it was really high strung
hormonal and jettisoned by strobelights of Euphoria but afterwards when we
hugged it felt real. I think Mimea was using sex with me as a filler, a void,
as suppirt harness. I couldn't blame her. It's not her fault. Unlike me she
really was a pet.
"What are you thinking about?" 
"Tsugumi."
"Whos' that."
"My first. And well, the first girl I had a crush on." 
Mimea cringed, "Well, is she very special?"
"Yeah, she is a year younger than me but I when we made love I was in my young
teens and after some time she was deported to a place near Midas where pet
academy in Eros is nearby. That small turf of settled neighbourhood occupied a
few people and some schools. Her parents were angry because is a Midas girl and
I am a slummer." Riki smiled, "I loved her sharp yet soft lashed eyes and her
pretty voice when she talked or sang or ate food; she loved eating with me and
I her." 
"You know we can't do those things all the time; we are under stricter
observation." Mimea jolted up angrily, "It's not fair you comparing me to her
when I have no opportunity to show you my full potential. No wonder almost all
the Blondies are men. Your sex has a bnatural capacity to be selfish!"
'Hey now." I hugged her, "I am not comparing, honest. I am just reminiscing
because you are the...well, after her you are the only woman I made love too.
All the other people are guys." 
Mimea looked almost like crying but then she stopped, "Does this make me
special to you?"
"Yes, of course." I caressed her face and looked at the sharpness of her eyes
less uopturned but lovely deeper olive shaded, "You are alot to me Mimea and
not for the love making. You are helping me keep my sanity in check."
"So are you." Mimea sobbed and we kissed passionately, a territory best suited
for this and lovingly explored. Sometimes the mouth can so more than the sex.
It at times connects deeper. 
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Back in Ceres everyone tried to be quiet about who they were.
The loud explosions of masculinity were mostly just a farce, outlet or
expression of sadness. Bison reigned there at particular zones but there were
nuetral points where carrying hidden weapons meant even lifetime exile.  I ran
"Whisper Tong" which was basically a tong; a little stall that sold biscuits
and small cakes and other small delicatessen but staple of coffee of tea.  I
made my research into tea and coffe quite a hobby or more a passion. Most
people liked simple lemonated raw sepia-red tea with probably springles of
ginger. I sometimes added a few small plants, preferrably pink or light blue to
add as natural accents to the soft red glow of the tea. 
I found the preparation of tea like a math equation. Beautifully ringed like
saturn planet called Samos or cratered like our moon Blitzkriega (not our
smoother moon Fecund) and I liked learning about tea as it brought people
together too. I had beef with many people but at times it's just nice to forget
you do. That you can be united for a while. We have so many internal and
external enemies that to sit down and relax may not seem like a bad idea. 
When we left Guardian the infant  city where after we are ten we cannot stay
anymore; I only had Guy with me. Guy who and I the first night in the slums
shared each other's body heat to stay warm. 
Then Tsugumi came along (we were near Midas outskirts), after two days, given
us home cooked ramen. It was a first home cooked meal  we had eaten, cooked
with more love than our little hearts felt before but knew by memory of the
soul pre living post womb and we thought we could not contain this love. It
passed through such a elitist structure shattering it. We were scared by this
beautiful angelic thing that God planted in food form.
Tsugumi was actually walking to  go to her dojo. Practice of martial arts were
encouraged but frowned upon. Midasians and Eosians were popular for their
contradictory words and worlds. These contradictions were not complimentary in
fact these were pests. We Ceresians are better in our truths; we are poor but
our prides were stronger. More brighter and pure were our prides than the
Hedons and Sadomasochs who were Eosians and Midasians we were a different creed
not for our low birth but for our low tolerance to bullshit and high tolerance
to pride.
Tsugumi loved the fighting spirit. However, anything in Eos and Midas was
commercialized. Her mother, a professional wrestler, (who we watched and
cheered on televisions), was strong but making a living doing something she
didn't much like. Her father the Dojo instructur knew that capital at times
meant non serious talents making a large wave on funds. But Tsugumi wanted to
be a popstar and her parents didn't like that. "Well, I know its money but as
it's already a commercial thing I mean at least people woll; question it. But I
heard certain music from Earth that are a bit different, called alternative.
And she said I inspired songs for her:
Pretty tea cups twirling about
I know a black haired knight
pretty as a pond frond
oh no he need not be golden faced
lovely waisted he already is
and so what if night nreathes against his skin
his heart is nice and good

I love you dark haired knight
 
Our life was simple. But it was also simply cruel. Too much out there we were
not permitted to have. We were not permitted to leave either. We were not men.
Nor were we beats and that made some of us angry. We were not slaves nor were
we free but this purgatory was just there to tease us. We know there was a
better and a worse at least we know a bit. And one of those days another
Ceresian revolt would happen. It's just a matter of time I guess.
 
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Guy liked black tea. I dabbed these black sweet flowers with them. And I added
a bit of thyme mixed with Mint.  He had a lot of black tea so I made his batch
in a small spot. I called it Singing Moon Tryst tea and though I also sold it
to others I had  a good time keeping a whole batch for Guy. When Tsugumi was
around and the "Whisper Tong" started then she had orange sprinkled tea with a
bit of the black flowers on with the tea. I called it Citrus Dark Moon splash
and she loved drinking it. Later onwards I would have to serve this to Mimea. 
I was known as the tea guy of the nuetral embankment which was nicknamed
Whispers. But was called Cracked Ajar as its true name (it was near the Hot
Crack vicinity one of Bison's ruling neighbourhoods). 
Many Ceresians were true moonlighters. Their main profession may seem like gang
wars but many of us did other things.
Guy was an archaelogist. I was kinda the resident mathmatician. 
Guy purposed to find out the history of Ceresian artefacts though Ceres was
pretty new (we were born out of the second rebellion) there were many things
here that the old explorers and rebels used. So, he also acted like an
anthropologist. It wasn't easy. Asking people odd questions at times. Both of
them were cloaked informants from  Midas. But Guy liked doing this. And I liked
it too, though I was afraid that his research may sadden him. After all we were
slum people and had no chance leaving the planet Amoi. 
But at times Guy would bring a "prehistoric" pillow and I would look at the
rough egdges and different patterns ranging from a chrome dust like reported
Tanaguran lodges and at times it would look really soft and vintage printed
with simple flowers. The stitching became apparent in those. Though it was a
pillow Guy used to look at the stitching with pride, "Our Earth origins is
nicely traced here. God, look how beautiful they did a white on white or black
laced stitch on dark things. The wavings are like a personal fingerprint." I
nodded in approval.
Guy alsi had bought a wooden tea set and we used only between the two of us.
The only other person who used it with us once was Tsugumi. But only she had
been able to do this as she was a crush and confidant of ours. It was not only
because she was female but because she was a true friend. Whenever she could
she would buy us packaged hot meals and even cold chocolate laced coffee and
things the Midasians and Eosians took for granted but we could barely have. She
also once did pillow stitching together with us. "Now you got archaelogy of
your own." that was only slightly after the first time Guy had looked at a
craft shop at Midas and noticed some weavings he saw in Guardian and before he
started finding covers of his own. 
Now, concerning mathmatics. I liked it. I think I got into maths when I left
Guardian. I had a hobby now of counting cracks in the roads which now amplified
as we were exiled from Guardian after the qualifying age. Guy understood I was
miserable. No one wants to be a Ceresian if they can at least not in the
beginning. Though I liked the lax lifestyle in the slums I also hated it. Many
of us were truly more keen and even I think smarter than the Eos dwellers and
Midas mongrels but we were scum and they were gentry and our talents became
more of what olden and basic people would call intranetted amongst us. Guy
decided to buy some books for us to read. Cheap. Well, odd drunk wanted to kiss
Guy but he just ran. After spending most of our money on those books (cheap for
Midasians not us) we just read a bit. We knew some letters from Guardians.
Basic literacy was ok in Amoi but litearcy and eduction was not the same thing.
It was then I saw a high level math book and though I did not understand much
then I saw this small intro on Chaos theory and started thinking of it and
cracks on the roads and cracks in the slums. And my new love was born.
Of course being any professional is mostly a secret in Ceres. I worked some
bits in the Black Market helping people like Zack at times doing intense
statistic overviews he wanted a human mind too than a computer. But the other
one was Katze. Katze was very different. Not only was he not just for the money
but he actually liked talking math with me. 
Katze would sometimed get quiet and talk about stats but then swerve it into
closed algoritthms and even basic probability schema but then the latter would
even lead to a game of chess.  While playing chess we discussed computer errors
too on how math can do little if it becomes cocky and all that.
But Guy told me to be weary as Black Market people were neither truly us or
them. But for them they worked a bit more with dedication. But I knew Katze was
a bit different. Sometimes when he offered me a smoothing tea made from rare
Cherrybloosom reds or blue tinted ones he would ask me why I cared. I couldn't
really answer him.
 
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"Well, I could give you a Snow Geisha tea."
"A mongelized version?"
"Well, you could say that. But what's harm in trying? You can't so blatantly
judge it without knowing."
"Do I have to know a snake bite to know its evils?"
"True. But this is hardly venom. This is nectar. Bees have it all the time. To
cannot distinguish between the two is blurred knowledge. And insulting to
Whisper Tong."
"You speak nicely enough. I like your mouth. It's pleasantly petulent." 
I knew he was a stranger. Cloaks were not a Ceresian commonality but nor were
people too pryful in the neutral zones. So, though they kept their guard up
amongst themselves they gave no hostility to this stranger.
"I guess I have to happy at insults if they wear a gold purse huh?"
"It was a compliment."
"A rather half-hearted one."
"Can you give a better one?"
"I can try."
" I want to see that."
"But I won't try just for you saying so."
"Oh...?"
"Yes, you rich trash from Midas are surely pampered enough to get so much
without deserving anything." At this I saw him cringe like a lot.
"That is a poorest compliment I have ever heard."
"At that we are equal then. We are not people for compliments." I handed him
the tea.
The words equal and people amongst two of us who were separated so vulgarly by
those terms made him slowly open his mouth. The voice felt familar. A part of
me wanted to ignore that.
"No one has ever held him high to a Tangura's Blondie before in such a blunt
manner." Whisper in my whisper tong. Fuck, I knew it. Am I in more trouble now?
"You speak so importantly though I find it least bit important." I answer. 
"Though did you compliment me by saying I was your equal." Giving it some
thought.
"No. I said we were equals at this. To see if we are equals at other things
will take time and attention and truthfully it's a lost cause."
"Oh..?"
"You already thing you are better thans me."
"I know I am better."
"Really? How? By just your body?" 
"There is much to be wanted and yielded from the body."
"But what about spirit and passion. Don't tell me you never take them into
consideration?"
"This Snow Geisha is a mongrelized product." Avoidant and pompous. Blondie of
Tanagura all the way.
"I never said it was shiny as gold but I read all that glitters is not gold.
So, by your lips moving slowly I say you liked it."
"Such a petulant mouth; ah, the pleasure of it." Drinking he smiled, "It is
good. I never mentioned it wasn't."
"I never said it wasn't either." Checkmate.
"What did you put in this?" Genuine question. I am surprised.
"Well Cinammon and a couple of nutmegs and cumin seeds with sprints of
gooseberry; it's an experimental tea and meant for smaller amounts because well
gooseberry is very raw but nutmegs and cinnamon are sweetly but subtle at times
too." 
"You put the scent of those two but then when one drinks the gooseberry's
sharpness linger in the aftertaste with the subtle foamed sweetness. Looking
and thinking beyond a picture am I right?" This Blondie looked impressed...
"You could say that. White tea is very faint at times but faintness is only
popular to drinks here or people getting low from highs. It's good I think
though I am not sure of what effects it has. I wouldn't advice ant drunkard to
have this tea the sharpness and sweetness might make him faint and oh or well
vomit alot. Medicated and drowsy people should avoid it too gooseberry has a
very tangy sharp taste."
" Am I an experiment then?" Amused.
"No, we are not like your people we do not splurt out on others so needlessly.
You are just a customer who looked ok enough so I tried this."
"It might have become venomous you know."
"Yes, that is why I am not selling this tea out much; its the gooseberry I
don't know much on it." 
"Was I wrong then to presume all this is not venom?"
"Yes." I handed him the sweet honeyed Snow Geisha or Caramel Geisha, "Here, on
the house." 
"Why thank you."
"If it was truly that hazardous I would not set it up for you."
"I understand." Sipping and wipping his mouth, "This is sweet but also mild."
"The honey in white tea in small pinches can be milder. After such a masala
treat as we call it in these parts no need for your senses and stomach
assaulted with more." 
"I like your lyrical sense of tea stuff." 
"Thank you. I like your willingness to try new things."
"It's only interesting things."
"But some people don;'t do that."
I was serving other people some basic flower and lemon squeezed stuff when he
said, "You wanted to pay me back. Is the tea enough?"
"I gave you two cups of my finest." I was pulling out a clean stack of small
glass cups and putting used cups into the bucket for scrapping and cleaning.
"That;s not what you said first if I recall."  Fuck, yeah, he remembered.
"Yes, I could pay you with tea then too but this is also a privilage of Ceres
that you must come here to get." 
"And your body is not a privilage?"
"Of course. If I had not incurred a debt why would I even offer it freely?"
This stranger smiles, "But you teased me then talked to me hoarsely then."
"Because you have your luxury of egotistical silences but I had my authority of
speak."
"You truly are quite odd but your mouth carries on well." Snickering he said.
"I have made a discovery. That you did pickpocket someone that day."
Yes, this sucks, "Yeah so."
"That person remembers you." Sips slowly, "What will you do?"
"What can I do?" I seriously asking him that.
"That behaviour I hate the most."
"Funny, last time I checked you have want of nothing so how can you hate
something so fiercely when it is your kind going around enforcing it." 
" We don't tell you to steal."
"But you don't give us good reason not to." 
"Are you sure I have no wants?"
"Fiscally I can say with a some guarantee you don't. You are if I remember..."
Quietly, "A Blondie."
"Hmmm...well, I come here for other things." Finishing the tea, grabbing me,
"Kisses are sweet too." Ravaging my mouth, "I want to see you cry."
I shuddered my mouth but he somehow forced it open, I was scared I think
because he said he wanted other things, but he shivered too and I realized this
fucker scared as well,. Never though a Blondie to be a scaredy type. 
I did cry a bit only when I felt how stupid this thing seemed and yeah the
spices in his mouth was giving me chills. 
"You taste so nice. For a mongrel."
"I don't think I have any compliments for you old sport." 
"Old sport?"
"Old sport." 
Then he burst out laughing, It sounded weird like a waspy hiss and a giggle
crossbreed. I didn't know his kind laughed. The Blondies were human but at
times not. So we used kinds to talk about them. After all curling up near the
feet of Lamda 3000 software to my nature was more heinous than a fucking dog in
heat. All that knowledge but then pushed into slavery surely they didn't know.
They were sub-rulers but I guess people rather be rulers than victims. Though
victim is more complex word then many give it credit for so is elite.  I find
these Blondies more like prisoners. 
I saw Guy looking at me from a distance.
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"You are my pet."
"I am not anyone's pet."
"But you are my pet."
"Fuck this."
"Such crude words only can be mouthed by such a slum creature."
"Well, I dont have your luxury to be refined."
"You are my pet."
"Fine, I am your pet now you want me to masturbate again. Please wait ok, need
some time to get it up. For logical creatures you sure suck at logic."
Growling he kissed, "So, you admit it." Ravaging my mouth on very strong lips
and tongue and teeth.
"Yeah, open a festival."
"Oh darling...Riki..." Uhhh, what...
"Look, I am not your darling I am your pet so make up your mind."
Iason Mink, that's this guy's name, looks concerned, "What?"
"You can't call a pet a darling both you and I know it. You can't fuck me
either."
"You think others don't do this you saucy little brat."
"I don't care and care to know I just know you being Jupiter's favourite should
not do this." 
"Hmmmph...are you worried about me darling Riki?" 
"Just stating facts."
"You are young to be stating facts."
"Too old to be a pet."
"You are sixteen half when I took you."
"No I was close to eighteen."
"Hmmm." Iason laughs. "Actually you were eighteen."
"I am too old to be erven a beginning pet."
Iason looked quietly at me. "Do you want a drink?" 
"I hate drinking." 
"There are some spices I had come up for you, you can make tea."
I shrugged. I got so mad I punched a pillow hard, making Iason gasp, "You think
tea is only spices you are just a stinking elite."
Iason slapped me, "Mind your manners." 
"I rea;ly hate this and you." 
"Really, I bet you think you that."
"You only think a lot of things too like how you are a master, my master, let's
face it you are a pet like me too."
SLAP. HARD SLAP.
"Silence Mongrel!"
I stayed silent. It was unbearably calm. Iason and I didn't talk to each other.
Fuck me he did but even he seemed unhappy. Despite our visceral contacts we
were still strangers because our viscera locked only a primally rudimentary
level. It had been a year almost and I have made to stay here as Iason's pet. 
When I met him back that time I never knew he would be like this. But I find
his cruelty rehearsed like so fuck what; didn't seem like a  sadist like some
Blondies but he wasn't pretty in pink either. Disturbingly bleached like a sore
or blister cauterized — I thought of Iason like that. 
One of those days I started crying. Iason got up and held me; though he wasn't
not holding me. Our silence was less hostile now. Iason had started giving me
tender kisses that night. I remembered Guy and I got upset. Guy has been my
pairing partner since I was fifteen. 
"Don't cry Riki."
"I want to go home."
"But you are home."
"You idiot, you know that's not true."
I waited for him to rebuke me but he didn't.
"This place is beautiful. I will make you happy. You can always talk to me. We
can always talk about math." 
"It's become work. And I don't like talking about it to you. You won't
understand." 
"I know all the maths better than any slum person."
"Yeah I know you know but I know you know only some things to know." I laughed
but then started bawling.
For a guy who wanted to see me cry he looked really unhappy seeing me cry.
"You are the only other person aside me who has seen Jupiter. And Jupiter has
asked you to help him do this job. that you like." 
"Only because he found it amusing..." I had piped down a bit.
"Still you should know that no one aside me has seen Jupiter."
"Really? How do you know that? It's a computer not an angel of enlightenment."
"Don't disrespect him." 
"I dont care." I started crying again.
"Riki, settle down."
And he slowly pulled me down to his bed and kissed my teary eyes. But he looked
mesmerised at them. Unlike days before nowadays he gets intimate with me by
getting naked; full nude and he attempts to showcase himself to me. I closed my
eyes and give out sigh. 
Suddenly we are making out. There is no master or pet. There is just feverent
kissing. 
I fell aseep with his mouth still slowly kissing my lips and cheeks then my
eyes.
"Darling Riki, beautiful darling Riki, my darling Riki, darling Riki..." was on
his mouth and I didn't understand  how he so passionately said them. 
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     The White tea with Indian gooseberry sprints and the other mentioned
     stuff is like me trying out fictional tea things. Don't try as I
     don't know what the concoction is like. I know there is a gooseberry
     tea but still I put the nutmegs and cinnamon on it which is not there
     so please don't try it if you are allergic or sensitive stomach and
     other things. This fictional masala tea was flavoured from common
     spices found in the Indian subcontinent so other people may react
     badly to them.
     As usual I am trying to blend very difficult to picture genres with
     one another. Please comment on how you hate or like it. I am pleased
     to write this fiction. Hope you like it too. The tea types were
     researched on Teavana.com and I used their brands. I am not claiming
     them but some additional information is added by me by my
     understanding and extension of the knowledge they provided.
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