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Finding Out

AU Ivan Braginski is angry and he plans to make the one who wronged his comrade Alfred F Jones pay. However Alfred F Jones refuses to tell Ivan the exact details or about the one who hurt him and he just wishes to forget it even happened.

Warning Mentions of Cutting and other stuff.

By Waterrain

My name is Ivan Braginski, da. I enjoy watching people and seeing how twisted their faces can become when showing emotions. However the best reaction is from Alfred F Jones and he is my comrade, da. We have many things in common, but yet not. I comment on his eating habit and he claims I have a big nose. Our friendship is not dull or boring as some others.

I did not realize how sensitive my beloved comrade Alfred F Jones was about my comments and he assumed I believed him to be fat, da. Which is not true for I do not believe or think Alfred is fat. It is just remarkable no matter how much my comrade eats he remains in shape.

The way I found out was rather..I'm not sure what to call it, but it was an eye opener for me and I do not wish to be the cause for it again, da. I saw his tears, blood, and a Swiss Pocket knife he was holding. It had felt as if my heart was being squeezed and I did not enjoy the sight.

I still do not really understand why at the time Alfred would hurt himself and shed tears, but I do think one of the causes were my words towards him. However it was not the main cause and I asked him.

'Ivan, I trusted and loved the wrong person.' He had replied quietly and then added in an even quieter voice. 'I thought he loved me too, but I was wrong. He led me on and on. I was silly and naïve. I caught him cheating on me with another last night and he was drunk…Not to mention he…I just can't say it, Ivan.'

That was the only answer I received on that night and I was determined to find out who wronged my beloved comrade Alfred F Jones.

I saw those blue eyes shedding silent and sorrowful tears, da. I saw blood on those thin, but yet strong wrists and it pained me knowing he cut them. I saw bruises around his neck and bite marks. I questioned him about those marks, but he had looked at me with big blue eyes and begun to cry while muttering 'I can't say, I won't say, and I want to forget'.

I felt rather confused and not sure to do expect to hold him in my arms firmly. He cried and cried not caring it was me who was holding him at the time. I could barely hear his mutters and whispers. He fell asleep in my arms and I did not let him go. Alfred F Jones is my friend and comrade, da. He is not afraid of me and does not tremble in fear of me. I do not like it when others look frightened by my mere presence.

I heard his whimpers, pleading, but couldn't make sense of the words and it was confusing. I do know someone hurt my comrade deeply, da. It makes me feel rather odd and wanting to bash the some who dared to make my friend be so very upset. I'm use to Alfred's smiles, laughter, and his all around cheerfully that at times make me want to make him angry. I'm use to his tense smiles and at times his mocking laughter. I'm not use to Alfred looking so depressed, broken, and those blue eyes were almost completely lifeless.

I had felt my body shake and it was not from fear, da. It was pure rage and the feeling was not normal for me. I'm usually rather calm and collect while smashing someone's face in while smiling cheerfully, da. This time I feel as if I would just simply break bones without even smiling and the damage would be long lasting.

I feel rather protective of my beautiful comrade. I will find out sooner or later about who wronged him. I have a small, but yet heavy metal pipe and it brings justice, da. No one hurts my comrade and gets away with it.

"I will find out who wronged you, da." I had muttered softly and then looked down at my shivering comrade who was still fast asleep having nightmares. I could not sleep for I was feeling too much and sleep would not come to me. Alfred F Jones cut himself last night and It is now morning. I'm still with him laying by his side on his bed holding him gently. I do not feel tired. I do not want my friend and the one whom I deeply care about to hurt himself again.

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