A/n: Hello! This is Emi-chan! (Obviously... –Hits self-) Any whooo… Here's the second chapter of Six Weeks! Thanks to my friend for yelling at me~ And thanks to anyone who favorited/followed/reviewed/etc. I really appreciate it! I'll work on updating quicker. Also I have plans for new stories, Changes and "What the Bloody Hell?" (A fun Emi fact: Emi does nothing to symbolize a chapter fic but puts oneshots in quotations.)Hehe, if only you knew what those were… So yup. Enough of me! I'm really hoping people like me...


"Hello, Ivan! I'm Yao Wang! I will be observing you these few weeks, aru!" Yao's smile fell. "Aiyaah, I sound so fake…" It was nine thirty that morning and Yao was preparing to go meet Ivan. He just didn't know how to greet the young man. He looked into the mirror and fixed his ponytail. He smiled brightly, repeating what he said, but in different voices and tones. "Aiyaah! I can't do this!"

"Braginski, this is Yao, the college student," Selena said. Now was the time of day when she got grumpy. Tending to about fifty insane teens will do that to you. Ivan kind of liked this Selena better. At least she wasn't trying extra hard to be cheerful. He then looked up from his breakfast of oatmeal and orange juice, which was gross, when she finished speaking. He tried to keep his eyes from widening. Was Yao a chick or a guy? He didn't want to ask. At least he had some manners.

"Hello, aru!" So it turned out his practicing an introduction for about half an hour was done in vain. Oh well. "I'm going to be observing you, aru."

"Be nice to him," Selena warned Ivan before walking off. Oh, so he is a guy. Certainly didn't look like one.

"So, tell me about yourself," Yao said, sitting next to Ivan at the breakfast table. Ivan blinked.

'Where to begin..?' he thought.

"I lived with my mother and father in Russia with my big sister. When my baby sister was born, we moved to America," Ivan explained. He wasn't sure what Yao meant when he asked the question, so he decided to just go on about his past. Hey, it worked, because the feminine male was nodding, a small smile on his thin lips. Ivan caught himself staring, but he quickly looked back at his food.

"I… I hated school… Everyone there sucked. So I suppose I just stayed… I stayed alone." He nodded, quickly taking a bite of his breakfast. He grimaced at the taste, but it kept his mind off of feeling like shit thinking about his past. Why oh why did he decide to talk like that?

Yao stared at the boy intently. He certainly was interested in learning about this blonde Russian. He had to be, or else this project would be useless. He nodded a little when Ivan stopped talking, expecting him to go on. When he didn't, he decided to prompt him to speak a bit more. "What did you do to get put here, aru?" he asked, tilting his head. Ivan frowned at his oatmeal, his eyebrows furrowing.

'Does this guy want to get hit or something?' he asked to himself. Instead of making threats, which wouldn't even get to be put into action, damn those workers for taking his water pipe, he told Yao. "I hit… Well… I pummeled a kid in my class with a water pipe. His name is Toris. I forget exactly what he did, but I remember it was really angering me so I hit him."

Yao let his eyes widen. Shit, this guy was crazy! "Well… That's not good, aru…" he said timidly. Ivan looked back up at him, violet eyes a bit dull and lifeless.

"No. I suppose not. Now they are trying to change how I let out my anger." After the Russian spoke these words, a silence fell between the two.

"Aiyaah, he's crazy, aru!" Yao yelled in exasperation as he walked into his house that night. He saw his brother in the living room, a video game controller in his hands and a blank expression on his face as he gazed intently at the television screen. Yao sighed and walked over. Kiku did not respond to his brother's appearance. Yao gazed at the younger boy. Kiku sighed, realizing he could no long ignore his older brother. He pressed a button, pausing the game, and gazed up at Yao.

"Yes?" he asked. With that, Yao went on a full blown rant about the insane guy he was assigned to study and follow. Kiku sat and listened, too polite to interrupt the other, and also feeling nice enough to let him rant.