hello everyone! im trying to write a new multi chapter fic, but dont expect too much for me as im a lazy egg
"Bring the man to me; I will decide what is to be done with him." Yao instructed, watching one of his subordinates hurry away to carry out Yao's order. He drank wine from a golden goblet, encrusted with red jewels and overlooked his throne room. Well, it wasn't really a throne room, it was more like an old room he dumped a nice stolen chair in and filled with nice looking furniture so people would be nervous when they came in.
Wang Yao was known as the King of Bandits among his followers because that was indeed what they believed him to be. Yao also believed he was the King of Bandits, because he was rather full of himself and enjoyed being better and richer than other people. He ran his fingers through his long dark hair, enjoying how soft it was to touch. He sipped his wine.
Soon enough a bulky man was dragged in. He was clearly struggling, muttering and trying to get out of the grip of Yao's guards. As they approached Yao, one guard ran over and quickly tied the big man's wrists together. He was then pushed to the ground by a guard, so he would be staring up at the almighty King of Bandits.
"Hello!" Yao said cheerfully, leaning forward in his chair. He then shifted so he was sitting cross-legged on the chair. He was not a very intimidating person, even though he thought he was. The man stared up at Yao from the ground, his violet eyes not giving much emotion away to Yao. "Now, I've been told you tried to break in and steal the Glass Ring," he smiled, shuffling closer to the edge of his seat and staring down at the fellow
"I have done no such thing, barbarian!" the tough looking man barked, trying to stand up, but failed without his hands to help steady himself. Yao laughed at him because it looked really funny. "Shut up and let me go!" he exclaimed, struggling to even get back on his knees now because he had fallen on his face when he had tried to stand up. Yao laughed again. Wang Yao was an absolute asshole.
"Huh? That's funny, my guards tell me otherwise. They don't lie to me! If they did, they wouldn't be here!" Yao huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms. "What's your name, mister thief?"
"How can you call me a thief, when you are the real thief!" he grunted, managing to sit up after a few moments of rolling around pathetically. Yao tapped his chin, realising the point that the man made.
"True, but you are still also a thief! Tell me your name, big man," Yao insisted, tilting his head. The man sighed and hung his head low.
"Ivan…" he muttered, unable to look up. Ivan seemed to feel shameful for telling Yao his name, how sad.
"And your last name?" Yao asked, interested in him.
"I'm not telling you," he grumbled, huffing quietly.
"If you don't, I'll have to do something to make you tell me." He puffed, sliding out of his chair to kneel in front of Ivan. He pulled a dagger from his belt and pressed it to Ivan's pale cheek. "What's your last name?" he asked once more.
"Braginsky." He grunted, barely moving as he said it. Likely fearful he would be cut by the weapon if he moved too much. Yao made a pleased noise and shuffled back, returning to his throne.
"Well then, nice to meet you, Ivan Braginsky! I'm Wang –"
"Wang Yao. I know who you are." Ivan mumbled, sighing deeply.
"Oh you do? I mean, of course you do! I am the King of Bandits, of course!" he snorted, leaning his head back as he laughed. Ivan rolled his eyes. He wasn't expecting someone this well known and dangerous to be so annoying and childish. Guess that just goes to show that you can't really make assumptions about anyone. "Now, are you going to lie to me again about trying to steal the Glass Ring?" Yao asked, laughter ceasing.
Ivan glared up at him, trying to intimidate him into not making him answer the question. He was certain that if he owned up to it something bad was going to happen. Well, he also realised that if Yao didn't hear what he wanted to hear things were probably going to get worse. Still though! The Glass Ring belonged to his village's neighbouring village. Well it did, since Yao and his warriors burnt the place to the ground and took everything worth taking. He was simply here to return the Glass Ring to the inhabitants that had escaped to his village.
"It doesn't belong to you," he grunted, breaking eye contact with Yao. Yao raised a brow, curious.
"Hm…? Why not? It is in my possession," Yao hummed, getting more wine poured into his golden goblet for him to sip. Ivan huffed.
"You stole it! You burnt down that village and killed the inhabitants, and you took the Glass Ring!" Ivan growled, trying to stand up again. "What made you do that?! Why would you do such a thing," he exclaimed, getting furious with this irritating asshole of a man. "It was their precious relic!"
"Are you trying to make me feel bad for taking it?" Yao asked, amused beyond belief right now. "Do you hear that men! Ivan Braginsky is trying to make feel bad for taking something!" the room went into an uproar of laughter. Yao was the loudest one laughing amongst them. Ivan on the other hand, was not laughing at all. Not even smiling. Oh wait, that was because he was pissed off with Yao's attitude and behaviour. Ivan had never hated someone so quickly!
Ivan grunted and stared down once more, trying to block out all the horribly arrogant and terrible laughter in the room.
"Okay, but seriously, Ivan. I don't care!" Yao hummed. "The Glass Ring belongs to me now, and I could care less about what you think. If they really didn't want me to take it, and everything else in the village, they would have protected themselves better."
"You shouldn't be doing such horrible things to innocent people in the first place! They didn't want someone like you to come and ruin their lives!" Ivan huffed, frowning. It was honestly like arguing with an annoying child. "Give it to me so I can return it to the survivors!"
"Aw, some of them survived?" Yao whined, pouting and slumping. "I thought we killed them all. I suppose that just means I have to be more brutal and quick during the next raid." he sighed, huffing and shaking his head.
"You're completely missing the point of all this! Give me the relic," Ivan argued.
"No way," Yao hummed. He was content with watching Ivan struggle on the floor and trying to argue his point to him. "Besides, I just thought of something fun!" Yao puffed, a devilish smirk forming on his face. Ivan felt worried and he fell back onto his behind. Yao's eyes seemed to have darkened and they now appeared to Ivan as if they were the eyes of a demon. Of course, he knew they didn't really exist; he was just getting that impression from Yao.
Ivan was unable to look up at him, frightened. The bandit stood from his throne, walking down some steps to stand over Ivan, staring down at him.
"You said there were survivors, right? Why do you know and care so much?" Yao asked, bending down and pulling Ivan forward by the collar of his shirt.
"I'm not going to answer," he replied quickly, leaning his head back to avoid looking that Yao's face.
"Hm…" Yao hummed, continuing to hold onto Ivan tightly. He looked at the ceiling in thought. "Is it perhaps because the survivors fled to your village?" he asked quietly, taking hold of Ivan's chin and forcing him to look at him. "Could it be there was a village nearby that we missed? It must have been your village, and that's where all those survivors ran to when I attacked. That's it, isn't it?"
Ivan shut his eyes and kept his mouth shut, not wanting to tell the bastard anything that could potentially put his people in danger. Yao smelled of alcohol and flowers, and Ivan found that to be a weird smell combination. It was filling his nostrils and beginning to annoy him, because he wanted to lean in and smell the fragrance of the flowers. He did not smell that good, in fact, he probably smelled of dirt and smoke. Damn, he really hated this Yao guy.
"It is the truth," Yao grinned. "Tell you what Ivan, let's make a deal."
He felt nothing but fear as Yao spoke those words and he was certain his heart sped up. He was worried everyone would hear it beating. He knew this was not going to be a nice deal in anyway, and was only going to benefit Yao and his warriors.
"Do you want to hear it?" he inquired smugly. Ivan shook his head furiously. "Too bad, I will tell you anyway." Ivan felt like he would start crying. Of course he wouldn't though, because that would not be the best thing for him in this damn situation. "I will give you four options and you are free to pick one of them. I will not argue or try to change your mind. Trust me; I am always true to my word."
Ivan sighed deeply, opening his eyes to look at Yao nervously.
"Option one: I do not return the Glass Ring to you. I give you a lifetime supply of treasure, and you leave. I do whatever I want with your village and the Glass Ring stays in my possession. I will not pursue you in any way." Yao gave that option because he was keen to see if Ivan was a selfish man. Not that he would care; it would just mean that this supposed do-good man was no better than him. Ivan frowned.
"Option two: We duel. If you win, I give you the Glass Ring and you may return to your village and I will not take my men anywhere near your village ever again." Yao hoped Ivan didn't pick this one; he hated fighting more than he had to because he was a lazy guy. "If I win, I will kill you and go to your village and kill everyone there."
"Option three: You stay here with me and I do what I want with you." Yao smirked at Ivan, licking his lips. Ivan felt like he would be sick. "You accompany me to your village and watch me give back the Glass Ring, your people get what they want and you pretty much succeed in your mission! I will not hurt the people of the village and we will never return. However, you will have to stay with me forever. And I assure you, once something is mine, I don't give it up easily."
"And finally, option four: I kill you right now and the Glass Ring is not returned. Of course, I promise once more than I will not go to your village and cause trouble. It is a simple thing where no one gains or loses anything. Well, except for you, since you die if you pick this choice." he hummed, a childish smile gracing his face. "Don't worry, I will give you time to think things over! Please speak up when you make your decision. By the way, if you don't make a choice, I will take you back to your village and make you watch it burn!" he laughed. Yao then let go of Ivan and returned to his throne, staring down at him.
Ivan was very scared. None of these sounded good at all. Option one was absolutely out of the question, he was not a selfish man! He would never forsake his village and family like that, it would be absolutely disgusting of him.
Option two could be a possible choice. Of course, there was also the chance that he wouldn't be able to beat Yao and he would die and so would everyone he ever knew. Still, it was rather reasonable.
Option three sickened him. But it was also one of the better choices regardless of how Ivan felt about it. He was not here for himself, but for those poor people from that village who had lost something very important to this terrible bastard. He would consider his one.
And then of course there was option four, and honestly, it was kind of okay but also wasn't. He would die but the Glass Ring would not be returned. That damn ring was the reason he was even here right now and putting his life on the line. Option four was an automatic no. After a bit more thought, he also properly cast aside option one, as that was also out of the question.
It was down to option two and three. Neither of the choices seemed preferable, but he had to pick one. If he picked option two there was a 50% chance he would get what he wanted out of this situation. But then there was the other 50% which would end in his death and the misfortune of the villagers, and that was certainly something he could not allow. This means he will have to select the third option offered to him. He will have to stay here with this sick bastard forever. Ivan didn't even want to think of what sort of things Yao will probably do to him during his time here. But at least the Glass Ring would be returned and his people would be left alone. Ivan sighed.
"Have you made your decision?" Yao questioned, beaming down at him. Ivan frowned and looked down, hesitant to speak. "Why don't you tell me? Frightened I will laugh or change my mind?" he hummed, tilting his head. Ivan huffed, shaking his head.
"I pick… option three," he murmured shamefully, glancing up at Yao rather pathetically. Yao grinned deviously and stood from his throne. He helped Ivan up.
"We'll begin the journey to your village tomorrow, Ivan Braginsky. For now… you must be hungry from your journey right?"
Ivan could only nod and follow as Yao led him away.