Hello!
This is my second story. I love this pairing to death. Yao is female in this story, because I really can't write shonen-ai well. The plot is loosely based on Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
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Disclaimer: APH does not belong to me.
On the seventh floor of a luxury apartment building, situated in Manhattan, was a couple.
They were a charming and friendly husband and wife who held good occupations, or at least, was the response of the neighbors, co-workers, and friends.
The husband, a tall, big-boned Russian, managed the Human Resources Department as its chief executive in a prestigious bodyguard service company. Despite his intimidating appearance (which proved wonders for anyone who dared to go against his will) he was rather childish and kept a permanent smile spread across his lips. Ivan was quite handsome, attracting the attention of the ladies at his work, but he never seemed interested in romance. Who could blame him? He was successful, wealthy, and came from a well-known family (his grandfather and ancestors were all considered military heroes in Russia). His older sister was a hard-working farmer who could barely even pay the bills of her gas and electricity, if it wasn't for his own donations. She insisted strongly that she wanted, no, needed to stand up for herself and that she wanted to look after the farm that their father had gained via investment. His younger sister was completely another matter. As a new graduate of World Academy High School, Natalya made her way through life as a nineteen-year old model, a job she despised. He tried his best to look after her, but she claimed that she was living a good life and that he didn't need to worry about anything. Natalya truly loved her brother...perhaps a bit too much. It was rather difficult to drag her out of the office sometimes, and he personally paid for his personal secretary's broken fingers after he attempted to court her. Still, the fact that Natalya was still distant to everyone else puzzled him. It was almost as if she had a confidential agenda that she couldn't risk letting anyone else know.
At that thought, she really did remind him of himself.
The wife was a beautiful, petite, and practical Chinese beauty who immigrated to the United States after her mother's affair disbanded her from the family. Yao's mother disapproved of her husband's ideas of the government, as he was a politician, and she eventually grew distant from him. She became outraged when she unveiled his secret affair, and shot him to death in the middle of the night, disguised as an anarchist. The rest of the family did their best to perceive exactly what was the relationship between the two, while seven-year old Yao watched from a distance. Eight years passed by, and her relatives were slowing becoming aware of the incident that occurred that night, and in fear, her mother took her and fled to the United States. While Yao completed high school, her mother maintained her life by becoming a highly successful stockbroker, which enabled herself and her daughter to move on with life. Yao was left with a fortune after her mother was assassinated by a member of the mafia. She pursued a career as an accountant in a banking firm. Although she experienced such horrific events ever since her childhood, Yao continued to smile and treat the others around her with motherly kindness, and was loved by those who held her dear.
All the while hiding her vengeance in the deep corners of her heart.
The couple acted their roles as the loving husband and the doting wife perfectly in their daily life. At morning, they awoke in bed and ate breakfast at the glass table in the kitchen, while Yao whipped up a delicious Chinese meal. Soon after, they changed and brushed their teeth in the en-suite double closet and bathroom of the master bedroom. Descending from the top of the silver stairway, they swapped jokes and silly stories at work during the brief elevator ride. In the lobby, they kissed each other goodbye before entering their cars (a silver Cadillac and a black Mercedes) and drove their separate ways to work. Yao was the first to arrive home after a long, tiring day and prepared dinner. Later, Ivan would come home receiving a welcome kiss from his beautiful wife. During dinner, they conversed about the happenings at work, occasionally asking the other about how old friends were doing. After the table was cleared and the dishes were washed, they snuggled in the couch and watched the television together. Most of the time they watched the evening news, but an outrageous game show would pop up now and then. Then there was Ivan's strange soap opera fetish, and Yao's precious cooking shows, to which the other would reluctantly bear through for thirty minutes to an hour. Again they found themselves changing into pajamas and brushing their teeth, before a good night's sleep in their darling's arms.
That was only the good part of the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Braginski.
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