Of Journals and Psychology Classes

by sakimidare

When a nation tries to lead a normal life, doubtless he would face problems. But when that problem turns into a full-blown crisis, there is just one thing he can do - regret. And maybe, repair? RoChu, 'cos I'm a sucker for cute.

4. Red Moon

Red Moon

A/N: Yes, another A/N. Anyway, as the title suggests this contains so much tears it could replace the Pacific Ocean. Like, seriously. So, don't read unless you are feeling like having your heart broken, please. Also, don't ask me how this has anything to do with the plot, cos I haven't figured it out yet.

WARNINGS: As usual, I don't have a fricken idea how/why this chappie was written, and so don't read it if you want to preserve your sanity. And blood warning.

Red Moon

No matter from which angle he looked at it, there seemed to be only one explanation.

Ivan had betrayed him.

Of course, this was not the first time. But before, Ivan had been forced to hurt him.

This time, Ivan had betrayed him of his own accord.

And Yao wanted revenge.

As he pressed the trigger of the Kalashnikov, he felt an overwhelming feeling of loss and satisfaction overtake him.

It felt as if his heart had been blown out and in its place there was only hollowness, but he was satisfied. In a dark, infernal way.

Looking at Ivan's body, practically drowned in a sea of blood- his own blood- Yao felt a rage he had never known he felt be satiated.

He looked at the gun in his hand, then at Ivan, then at the gun again, and laughed. It was an eerie laughter, sounding as if it didn't belong to this world. It wasn't a laughter that suited Yao.

Ivan woke up trembling. Even the freezing temperaturtes of early-January in Russia didn't prevent him from being soaked with sweat. "What the.."he muttered. He had given Yao his freedom. Why was he feeling like this, then? "Da," he murmured sadly, "Yao must really hate me to do something like that." Then he shook his head. What was wrong with him? That wasn't Yao. That was a bad dream. "I suppose I have to call him China from now on. Better get into the habit, da?" he asked, to no one in particular.

A/N: short chapter is short^^' I just wanted to capture some of Ivan's state of mind and I am running at 102F now so I can't type anymore than this. Anyway, if you're reading this, you probably have become used to my insanely short chapters by now. And I'd like to thank ImaduckQuaQua for being my first reviewer ever(not many of them, eh?) and also for sticking to this(absolutely crappy) fic. You're an angel for all the support and encouragement^^