The fight for the love of the Lotus Dragon pt.2
The night was still young as the stage was to be set for the traditional dances. Yao's mind was clear for the first time in a long while. He felt prideful of his accomplishments as the noisy America praised the Chinese man. The moon full and bright, shed little moonlight over the candle-lit lantern area. The clouds rolled in as the drums beat against the sound of the crowd. Everything grew silent finally as Yao listened to the beating of the drum. He listened contently as his heart began to beat in harmony with the steady beating of the drum. He closed his eyes, listening intently; opening his eyes to watch the performers. The dancers dancing on the stage told a story of love and the tribulations that the young couple faced. Yao had originally wanted to show this dance to Arthur, being madly in love with him. He remembered telling Arthur that he was going to surprise him with the performance. Turning around Yao hoped to find Arthur was watching; but, no trace of him was in sight. He wished to escape so he began to wander off.
He wandered away from the crowd, past the booths and under the lanterns hanging overhead. He could still hear the steady beating of the drums as a memory, that made his heart skip beats, flashed into play. He only remembered a time where it was only Arthur and himself sitting along the edge of the lake.
Yao had fallen into the freezing water of the lake. He could not see for the sky was engulfed in the darkness of the night. A strong hand pulled him above the water, bringing him close to a tight embrace. The Iris held the lotus in a warm embrace, refusing to let go. Jokingly Arthur began to speak. "Yao, you look so cold and wet." He chuckled, running his fingers through Yao's hair. Yao gave a sharp stare back at him. "N-not funny Arthur,aru." Yao groaned, pressing his head against Arthur's chest. He could hear the Britt's heartbeat and it made Yao smiles; in a weird way.
Yao had now wandered out of the area of the festival. The smell of iron grew stronger as he walked further. Looking down he found a decapitated sunflower. Leaves and petals had been pulled and torn off from it. A small insect, a moth, was lying dead on top of one of the large petals; that had not been plucked from the flower. Yao closed his eyes, picturing a moment with the large Russian now.
The large Russian had once taken Yao to a hilltop. He carried a small rodent with him that he seemed very fond of; deeply fond of the creature. They sat atop the hill watching the sunset for a long while, Ivan constantly stroking the head of the small mouse. They sat there for a long time just chatting. At one moment the small rodent had hopped out of the sunflower's grasp; scurrying away from him quickly. Yao,realizing how much the little creature meant to Ivan trailed off after it; finally catching it after some time. As Yao came back, the Russian had been weeping, thinking that he had lost his little friend. Yao handed back the little creature; Ivan, began to cup its hands around the rodent. He was still filled with tears, still extremely sad; yet, he began to squeeze the life out of the rodent. It gave a shrill squeak until it went limp in the Russian's hands.
"Ivan, why did you kill that poor creature,aru?" Questioned the confused and horrified Chinese man. Ivan looked over at Yao. "It was going to leave me… If it dead it will never leave me,da?" Ivan's tears streamed down his cheeks. Pure silence only filled the empty space. Ivan turned to Yao, tears blurred his vision. "Jao will not leave me will he? Jao will not let me alone will he?" The Sunflower giant trembled. Yao shook his head. "I promise, I will not leave,aru." Was his quiet reply.
The memory faded as Yao grew lost in the forest; by now if anyone came looking for him they wouldn't have known where he was going, and never find him. He walked further, until tears filled his eyes; blinding him. He pressed himself up against a tree, sitting at the roots. Looking at his trembling hands; Tears overflowed from his eyes; making him look like a vulnerable child. The bushes suddenly rustled, Yao looked up; vision still blurred as the dark figure came upon him. Staring at him with a glare; Kiku took katana in hand awaiting the moment to speak up.