It was early in the evening, when a fairly built, young Russian man entered a Chinese restaurant, his 6'2 causing him to cautiously duck when he entered the establishment. He silently approached the hostess, offering her a child like smile.
The petite Asian woman shrank away, almost naturally, and quickly escorted the Russian man to an empty booth towards the back. She hurried back to her station, along with many other workers who became uneasy in his presence. There were not many people left in the building, considering it was a week night and closing time was approaching fast.
The Russian man brushed some of his untrimmed platinum blond hair out of his violet eyes and scanned the emptying restaurant for the object of his obsession. His little Yao, the only reason he came here was to see the Asian, and he made sure he would, checking and double checking to be sure that tonight was Yao's shift.
He shifted in his heavy, but warm clothing to sit in the booth. He tapped his fingers against the warn table top, nervously and out of compulsion. He glanced around one last time before setting his gaze on a set of double doors to his right. He knew Yao would be coming out of those doors any moment and he would get to see the Asian once more.
The doors swung open only a few minutes later, his long time crush casually walking out, order book in hand.
Yao paused at the double doors, sighing and brushing a few pieces of stray hair out of his eyes. His long, black hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, his standard uniform was ruffled from working all day and his cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. He softly took a deep breath before moving towards the booth he was supposed to serve next. He stopped at the booth, saying mechanically, "My name is Yao, I'll be your server tonight. What would you like to drink?"
The Russian man grinned, waiting for his little Asian to look at him.
When Yao didn't receive a response, he looked up from his order book. His brown eyes went wide as he stared at the man, the one who had been stalking him for the past couple of weeks. He couldn't mistake his face, it was the exact same man who had been calling his apartment, following him around, sending him creepy love letters. Now that man was sitting in the restaurant he worked at, smiling at him as if they were casual friends. He could feel his hands tremble in fear as the man's name rolled off his tongue.
"Ivan?..."
"Good evening, Yao."
Yao couldn't move, he was frozen in fear. He wanted to run, to scream for his cousin, anything, but he couldn't. He didn't stir when Ivan stood at his full height, towering over the Asian by at least two heads.
Ivan smiled, suddenly emitting an eerie aura. He hesitated moving but reached out and wrapped his arms around Yao. He grinned, pulled Yao close and said giddily, "Oh! My little Yao! How I've waited for the day to finally hug you!"
Yao let out an undignified squeak and started struggling, "Ay yo! Let me go freak!" His arms were bound by Ivan's steel grip but he kicked at Ivan and tried to go limp, dropping all his weight so the Russian man would drop him in shock. His attempts were futile as Ivan seemed to refuse to let go.
There was no one around to help, it was about half an hour until closing time and most of the customers had scurried home when Ivan arrived. Yao and his younger brother, Kiku were always the ones to lock up, leaving them alone with the Russian.
Yao shrieked as loud as he could, "Kiku!"
A younger Asian man turned the corner quickly, his eyes widening. He said in a hushed voice, "Yao."
Yao's struggles grew more intense and frantic as he yelled, "Kiku! Help me damn it!"
Ivan ignored Yao's struggles and screams, continuing to smile and bury his nose in the brown locks. He started murmuring sweet complements into the Asian's ear, gently stroking Yao's arm in an attempt to calm him.
Kiku rushed to Yao and tried to pull his older brother away, desperately pulling at the Russian's arm.
Ivan paused as he felt small hands grabbing his arm and pulling weakly. He glanced down, his violet eyes narrowing at the sight of Kiku trying to free his brother. The younger boy was measly compared to himself, his skinny, pale hands barely able to wrap around Ivan's forearm. His hair was trimmed neatly and his uniform in perfect order.
'This boy can't be related to my Yao. Surely not.'
Ivan knocked Kiku away, Yao crying out and struggling to reach his sibling.
Kiku yelped as he fell, his head slamming onto the sharp edge of a table top. The corner cut into his skull causing his vision to blur as he slumped against one of the booth seats. He felt a warm, gooey substance start to run down the crown of his head, slowly making its way down his neck.
Yao screamed, struggling even harder as Kiku fell. He pushed at Ivan, trying to use the Russian man's body as leverage to escape.
Ivan smiled, pulling Yao close again and whispering, "Become one with me, da."
