tampered | A Family Meeting?

When; June 8th, afternoon
Rating; PG for Raikov
Characters; Raiden

majorcrotchgrab
Summary; Raiden decides to meet with Raikov and figure out just who this dopplerganger of his really is.
Log;

Why am I going through with this?

That was the question Raiden continuously asked himself from the moment he asked to meet with Raikov and up til now. His recent conversation with Loki only furthered his anxiety, half out of fear of getting groped again, the other half finding out that that was indeed the future him.

Thankfully Raikov agreed to meet him in a public place: At the café. Hopefully that would keep him well-behaved

By the time he arrived, his Russian 'twin' was already there, sipping his cup and looking relaxed as ever. Raiden begrudgingly approached the table and sat down across from him. No crotchgrab yet...

There was an awkward moment of silence before the blonde got the nerve to speak.

"... So."

Raikov's brow raised as he set his cup down, "So, indeed. I certainly hope you didn't call me out here just to gawk at me some more. I know I'm handsome but you do have a mirror at home, do you not? Unless you'd like to see more of me..."

The hairs on the back of Raiden's neck stood on ends. This guy was a freak. He shook off his discomfort and stared intently at his twin. "I want answers."

"Ask away."

Ugh, this guy was way too calm. Didn't it bother him to have a man look just like him and know nothing about them? Apparently not.

"Who are you and where are you from?" Raiden asked sternly.

Raikov shifted in his chair, crossing his legs. "Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov. Born and raised in the Soviet Union," he said rather proudly.

"The Soviet Union?" That was odd. "You mean Russia, right?"

"It is the Soviet Union during my time," Raikov answered.

"Your time?"

"I am not from this era, my dear twin," The Russian leaned forward slightly, "Where I'm from, the year is 1964."

"1964...?!"

Well, that eliminated any chances of Raikov being the future him, which was a huge relief. But it opened up other possibilities. After repeating the year Raikov had said, Raiden sat silent for a few minutes, trying to sort his thoughts.

He could be my father. Oh God. I got groped by my own father... Why the hell did he grope me? ...The president did the same thing now that I think about it. ... Why the hell did the president grope me?

Raiden sighed. He still wasn't quite sure what to ask or what he wanted to know. "... So the year's 1964 for you. How old are you?"

"26. I'll be 27 in October."

So if Raikov was his father, he would have had him in his late 40's. That would be... odd. Time for the next question: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Had one. Really didn't work out." There was something about Raikov's smile that made Raiden uncomfortable again - and what he said next sealed the deal. "I'm gay."

There was another good three minute silence as Raikov calmly sipped his drink and Raiden stared at the ground. It was the Russian that spoke first, breaking the silence.

"What about you?"

"I'm not gay," Raiden quickly defended himself.

Raikov rolled his eyes, switching legs. "No, you fool. Your name, birthplace, birth date. Since you never bothered to introduce yourself when we first met."

"...Oh. My name is... Jack. Jack Sears. I.. don't remember where I was born or when. It's 2009 back home though," the blonde answered.

"Hmmm..." Raikov stroked his chin. "Well, there's no way you could be my child unless vaginas suddenly turned me on in the future, which I highly doubt. ... But there is a small possibility. Our timelines do intersect eventually... and we do look very similar."

Raiden grimaced, "No offense but I really hope you're not my father."

He soon regretted saying that, since Raikov rose out of his chair, walked to his side of the table and leaned over him, smirking. "No offense taken. I agree with you full heartedly. It would be a shame if you were my offspring..." A finger slowly traced down Raiden's chest.

The blonde quickly smacked Raikov's hand away, glaring daggers. "Don't. Touch me. I'm a police officer."

Raikov laughed in response and returned to his chair. "Aww. You're no fun. So, Mr. Police Officer, what do you propose we do? You've got me curious now as to how or if we're related."

Dear God, please don't let us be related. The more he spoke to Raikov, the more he wanted to avoid the man altogether. If they weren't related though, why did they look the same? Aside from the hair, eye color, and nose shape, the two were identical. It couldn't just be a coincidence...

"DNA testing," Raiden answered. "You know what that is, right?"

"I've heard of it. That will be able to tell if we're related?"

"Yeah. ... At least I hope." Raiden sighed. Watch, knowing my luck, it won't tell us squat...

Raikov finished off his drink and stood up again, "Let me know when you want to get the testing done, Jack."

Hearing him say 'Jack' made him cringe. No one in this City knew his real name... except for Raikov now. And the way he said it was just... eeugh. But there was no one from his world here. No one knew about the Big Shell mission and the Big Shell was nowhere in sight. The City was a bit safer than back home. Perhaps it didn't really matter if people knew or not.

"Right. I'll... send you a text," Raiden replied.

The Russian threw away his cup, then made his way back over to Raiden with that damn smirk on his face again. "It's been a pleasure." He held out his hand, which made Raiden jump in his seat, immediately covering his crotch in response.

"... A handshake, Jack."

"... Oh." He stood up and took Raikov's hand. The Russian's grip was strong as they shook hands, causing Raiden to wince a bit.

"Sorry, we Soviet's like strong hugs and handshakes," Raikov smiled and ended the shake, looking proud of himself.

The blonde rubbed his own hand. He certainly wasn't kidding. "It's fine... See you later, Raikov."

"You can call me Ivan."

"... Ee-vahn," Raiden repeated.

"Mmhmmm. Take care," The Russian wiggled his fingers in a small wave and went on his way.

Raiden watched as his twin left. What a weird encounter... Wait. Was he... strutting? Seriously? The blonde simply facepalmed and groaned to himself. He was almost happy he wouldn't remember this place when he'd return home. If he ever would... Raiden frowned, his mind shifting subjects.

They can't keep me here forever, can they...?

Deciding that was enough questions for today, as he was getting a bit of a headache, Raiden got up from his chair and slowly made his way back to his apartment. He was unsure how he felt about the whole encounter. It answered some questions but it also brought up more. Hopefully the DNA test would help solve all that.