They sat in the quite bar for a while. The bartender came and went bringing Ivan vodka and repeatedly asking Yao if he wanted anything. Of course the responsible part of Yao told him to not order alcohol when in the presence of a strange man, but eventually he ordered a small glass of Tsingtao. As he looked around, Yao noticed a seemingly drunk man who creepily approached a younger looking girl with black hair, who looked like a feminine version of himself. He looked away quickly, not wanting to get involved. He kept thinking, "What if that was Mei, or even Kiku?" "Would I be able to protect them?" He suddenly became depressed. "It doesn't matter," Yao thought, "Their both dead." Ivan shifted in his chair, interrupting Yao's thoughts. His sadness showed on his face as Ivan looked over.

"Why do you look so sad?" He asked, compassion flooded across his face. Yao looked down, embarrassed.

"It's nothing" He replied solemnly, "It's always nothing" Yao thought to himself.

"It IS something! I can tell!" Ivan whispered, "Whenever I see you, you seem sad."

"Whenever… you see me? Today is the first time we met!"

He didn't reply, but a blush flowed across his cheeks.

"You were stalking me!" Yao yelled!

"No! I wasn't…"

"Shut up!" the bar seemed quieter now, "Leave me alone!"

Yao ran out of the bar with tears in his eyes. He had only known this man for an hour or so, why did he make him feel like this? It didn't matter now, he would leave Ivan behind. Yao heard the door creak open, and ducked into an alley way. He noticed footsteps slowing down directly in front of him.

"I know you're there" Yao froze, that voice didn't sound like Ivan's, but he knew he remembered it. The owner of the voice stepped to where Yao could see him. It was the same drunk man from the bar.

"There you are, now come with me!" Yao was terrified. He quickly shook his head, wishing this was just a nightmare. Maybe even wishing his whole live was a nightmare.

Suddenly he was being dragged.

"I didn't need to ask for consent!" the man growled. Yao wanted to scream but he couldn't find the will to make a noise. Images of Mei and Kiku flashed in his head.

"No…" he whispered, "No…" He said louder, "NO! IVAN HELP!"

Yao was shocked to hear his voice so loud. Hopefully someone else heard him.

"Shut up, you brat!" The man grabbed a trash can lid and smacked Yao over the head twice. He felt blood drip down his forehead and pain began seeping through his body. A few seconds later he passed out.