He sits in the corner of a dark room, violet eyes attached to the floor. He moves his gaze up to the red thin string wrapped around his picky.
How did it end up there?
Ivan tilted his head and stood up. Through his mind the red string was something Yao would talk about when they sat in the feilds together. His lips parted, whispering untold words as he examined the thin string. Lightly he tugged at the end of the string. It wouldn't budge.
Ivan froze one there was a light tug at the end of the string. He followed out the door. The red string was sprawled about the floor. Ivan made his way down the still hallway. He could hear the soft sound of crying and gasping. Foot steps stopped at the front of a door.
Slowly, steadily, Ivan grasped the door knob and turned it. Inside was a curled up boy. He held his legs to his chest, face buried into his knees. Light brown hair was fluffed and it covered the boy's green eyes. He was staring at the wall, tears falling from his eyes. Once the light from the hallway leaked in the boy looked up, trembling.
The red string. Ivan looked down the see that the size of the red string was decreased and that the end of it was tied around the boy's pale finger. Once their eyes locked, time seemed to stop.
"L-labas..."
"Zdravstvuyte..."
Silence.
"Let's get you cleaned, da?" Ivan finally asked, he held out his hand which had the red string on it. The boy looked at his blood stained clothes that where tattered and torn. He nodded and grabbed the Russian's hand. At that, the string disappeared. "Your name?" Ivan would ask with a child-like smile. The boy trembled as he looked at the taller male. "Toris..."
The string of fate.
Said to tell that the end of the string holds your soul mate or the one you are to be destined to be with.
