Yamu : I'm back!
Yogi : Why do you always write at night? You don't even know how to continue the story of Romania and Bulgaria from where you left off!
Yamu : Don't care! And, honey, it's just 9:34 PM.
Yogi : Like I said: when it gets dark!
Yamu : Shut up, I'm listening to Disney's Rapunzel's credits, the song.
Elias : On Russian.
Yamu : What! I just finished the movie... and my mother (and father) language is Russian.
Anyway, Round 7!
Oh, and I want to mention one thing before we start: YES, there are MAGICAL CREATURES in this story! Like, the Kirklands, Vlad and Lukas are magicians! Or however I will call them, maybe 'magician' isn't fitting... anyway, we look back on hints in past chapters : Vlad cheated death(or was close to death, at least), Lukas got his emotions(IN HIS EYES, not his real and inner emtions, he lost the ability to show what he feels) taken from him, in order to protect his youngest brother, Emil. And Arthur... well, I don't know anything for him yet, but he can see fairies... Yao uses old chinese spells!
Also, I know I make a lot of mistakes(grammar failures), but I don't live in England or America (I already know too much words on english, more than my class, which is strange because... well, let's not start with it.), and if a letter is missing... then maybe I have accidently missed to press the letter's button on my keyboard. And I'm sorry, but I'm trying my best...
~XD~
Yao wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.
His partners were killing him. Right now, they were discussing in a group chat-thank god Ivan gave him back his phone before they started the conversation- about how and when they would place the smoke bomb, and where. Someone had to find the place the child-slaves were trapped in, or rather 'kept until their new masters come gat them', and no one can find that one tent. He passed by Arthur once or twice in the last 7 minutes, in the last 10 he saw a few others-Matthew and one time Tino-, but of course they didn't talk to each other, only continued to search for the children.
Not to mention it would be too dangerous for Yao to talk to any of them when there are cameras and members of the Russian mafia- who might already know about Yao- all around the place! If Ivan saw him talking to any, that person would be doomed if Ivan decided to take action.
Tino was a mess on 2 legs-which Emil complained about enough in the chat-, he stopped losing balance but was still caught up in his own thoughts, too much for Yao's liking- or Emil's nerves.
Appearently Emil saw them a few times, hacked a few cameras, in case anyone got caught or he saw a threat and had to make them retreat.
The smoke bomb was risky, they couldn't save the countless adult-slaves since they didn't know where to hide them or provide them with food. There was no Orphanage for adults, but the organisation had a lot of ties, and knew a few skilled workers in a orphanage in the other city, where they wouldn't be found quickly. The workers also knew about their position and doings, not their names though, only a few first names from the organisation members- like Vash.
They knew better than to register all of the childs at once. So many kids in one night! They would make one after another, a few there, then a few weeks later the others, that wouldn't draw too much attention and the children were safe- for the time being, at least.
None of them was happy that they had to seperate the kids from their parents- if they had any in the adult slaves, anyway. But it was the best the organization could manage right now: they could free the children from slavery and dirty business, and give them a little better life in a orphanage, all together, at least.
And Yao, while being in a few tents- saw how young the children were! Some looked only 3 or 4 years old, but were thinner than any average child! They also had a lot of bruises, and Yao saw the fear in their eeyes- like Yao mentioned: to see the emotions people are hiding, he only had to see the person's eyes to figure them out.
Allistor and Liam, along with Elizabeta and Cale, were coming with a truck from some huge company that was always transporting their goods on Monday nights(yes, today was Monday, and only bad things happen on Mondays. *cough* Ivan *cough*).
Like already mentioned: The organisation had as good ties with anyone as the Mafias have.
They were quiet known.
When he recieved the message, Yao had to frown. Allistor actually wanted none of his brothers tagging along-especially not LIam, who was annoying!-, but Liam had an excuse. He used the 'my-little-brothers-is-there-too' card and, Yao had to admit, Liam was skilled in a lot of things, even if you don't see that upon your first meeting with him. But Yao doubted that Liam's annoying character and dumbness was played.
When Liam texted that into the chat, Ian-Liam's younger twin- said that he just facepalmed and Arthur said that Liam should stop to always use him and Ian to get his way. however, Allistor wasn't allowing Peter nor Dylan to tag along, even if Dylan is older than Arthur, he is still the third youngest(Peter was the youngest and Arthur came a place before Peter in that row).
Allistor also informed them that Ilien was begging him to let him tag along when he overheard Liam and Allistor talking about going to the market Vlad was at right now. But Yao guessed that even if he wrote into the chat, the message was for Vlad only.
Where was he anyway? Yao didn't see him since they splitted up upon reaching the market, and neither did Emil with the few cameras he had, it seems.
They asked Vlad often enough where he was- and how he and Arthur got seperated in the first place, but there were a lot of strange questions today about everyone-, but Vlad just said that they'll see him around eventually. If not, then they would see him at the truck when they would be transporting the children, he would be helping anyway. He just needed the place and tent to go to.
That reminded Yao that even after the last 15 minutes no one had found the children by now. And they were multiple persons and all searching.
Yao looked into another tent and at the child being selled right now, sitting sadened on the floor of the stage every tent had for their 'products'.
Yao wondered what happened to the boy Ivan buyed, since Ivan didn't take the boy by now- which Yao knew because he was pulled into the back of the tent immidiently after the bidding ended and Ivan won. And he didn't see the boy anywhere there, this was sure.
Yao wondered if he would see the boy ever again, he was Yao's and seemed to have been through a lot.
Yao, for the first time that night, allowed himself to sigh loudly. If anyone asks why, he would just say he couldn't find a 'product' fitting his wishes.
Sadly, it wasn't an option to follow the children after the bidding ended, and see where they were brought since there always were several Spanish Mafia members guiding them, and a guy who didn't win the biding and does not belong to the Mafia would just make them extremely suspicious to the point where they would ask him out or even shoot him out of their Paranoia.
Yao was tired. He felt like Heracles.
No, scratch that, Heracles was already asleep by now, and he wouldn't attend school tommorrow either since they just found out about the turkish Mafia wanting to transport something secretly, something that seemed to be a very big deal. So they would need the guys who manage secret transporting on ships and planes to come, and Heracles was on that list. He was a much-asked guy in illegal bussiness, in more ways than transporting, but transport was his main.
He could get fake passes easily to let the mafia-boats and planes pass the checking without any questions, which was hard, actually, with the methods of proving those people had. He was one of the best, really... but of course he got info on the products and construction of the transporter-also start, goal and time of the transportation- to make those pass and get his ties to work them through to where they wanted to transport safely, but he used that info to blackmail the Mafia without them realizing before it's too late.
With his help, they got 2 rather large Mafias to be arrested. He always changed the motives: One time it's a plane crash, the other time he made it look as if a Mafia member has rat his own partners out to the FBI, which then arrested them together with the police. The only thing: His work was done good and always worked, which left him without suspecting, and the failures of the transporting as a fail of the Mafias themselves rather then blackmailing.
And the turkish Mafia hated the organisation, sepecially with what happened lately because of them, and wanted the best to work on his 'big deal'. Rumor had it the Mafia head himself would be there, but that was only a rumor which Heracles would prove to be wrong or right kater on.
Thing is: Heracles won't be attending school that day because the transport 'meeting' is only a few hours before schools starts and the before the sun rises, and he had to attend... and would be tired out after that, and also had to deal with the info he got- like downloading, if he gets and USB stick, or writing down to tell us later on.
But Yao was sure none of them would be attending tommorrow, since those who are here and those who will get here with the truck will not get enough sleep. Ian, Liam and Allistor were lucky to not have school anymore...
And their Secret sector in the FBI anyway revolved all arounf the Mafia, which fitted since they were members of the 'Nations' and also highly-ranked in the FBI because of the info they had and their skills. Which also meant they had more acces to secret data on the base and knew firstly about anything the FBI is planning or seeing lately.
Yao concentrated on searching for the tent again when he heard a adult voice somewhere behind the tent that just finished it's biding.
"Go on! You know the way back!" The man said roughly, and Yao peered behind the tent. "Don't waste my time, you little shit!" The man got out a cigeratte and lighted it, the man next to him frowning.
"You sure we can let her go alone? She could try to flee!" He pointed at the teenage girl in front of them, whose hands were chained together. She didn't even look up.
"She won't." the man said, lighting his cigar. "After all, her precious little brother is there, and she won't dare to leave him..."
"If you say so." The other man shrugged. Yao was sure they belonged to the Spanish Mafia.
The girl turned away and started to walk the way behind the tents in the shadow, where no one would see her.
So that's how they bring the children unnoticed to that place! Yao thought, following the girl without her knowing.
If she knew, she might run away. Even if he told her that he only wanted to help them, she would probably think that Yao just wanted to kidnap some slaves to have for free, without paying a cent. Children growing up in slavery weren't really trusting anyone, after all, and Yao didn't blame them.
He himself had a hard past.
As well as his partners in the organisation.
So he silently followed the girl until she stopped before a tather far away from the other tents, in the back. The only light that made it somehow visible was the moonlight and a little latern a guard sitting next to the entry/exit had. He seemed to use the latern to be playing cards with his collegue, with money as prices, of course.
The only reaction that said he acknowledged the girl was a slight nod, without even looking up, because he heard the chains on her hands ring lightly. So the girl proceeded to go inside the tent.
Yao, from his place in the shadow, made a photo on his phone and send it into the group chat.
'I found the place they keep the children and teenager in, those under the age of 18.' he texted. In the flash back, there was a info that the supernatural beings or slaves that were under the age of 18 were kept in a seperate tent than the adult ones. And that girl sure was underaged.
Immidiently, everyone asked where he was and Yao was grateful for his phone being on mute, because the sound that made him know he recieved the messages would draw the attention of the guards to him, even if the chatting on the main street surrounded by tents was loud.
Yao looked through the space of the two tents- one which he was leaning against- and onto the street. Nothing remarkable that would make them find the place. Then he saw a sign in front of a tent that was a little smaler than the others, but still large enough. It had a unique colour that the other tents hadn't- sure each tent had another colour but this one wasn't seen on the tents the bidings were in-. It was green. Dark green. And there was a sign in the front of the tent, which showed the small picture of a sun, not coloured, but comic style.
Yao instantly knew that the insiders that searched for exactly this tent-for whatever reason- would recognise it by this sign. He didn't know what it stood for though, he wasn't one of those insiders. Maybe it was a meeting point for the members of the spanish Mafia?
It didn't matter at the moment. He send the picture of the tent and told that they should come here, not all but at least 2 or at most 3 people. The rest would stay in the crowd, and they would be in contact through the group chat.
11 minutes later, Arthur appeared.
"You bloody git!" he whispered harshly, stepping into the shadows and behind the tent."I spent long enough searching for the tent the children were kept in, but you guys seem to like to push me to my limits. You could've at least said if you were in the middle of the market or something similar!"
"Hello to you, too." Yao rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, but does it look like there are street signs here anywhere? I don't know where I am either, so stop accusing me."
"If you weren't my friend, you would be dead now." Arthur growled, but calmed down and pulled out his phone to text the others.
"If I weren't your friend, I would have died ages ago." Yao corrected.
Yao looked back for a second, and saw the guards were so tired-he didn't know from what- that they looked like they would fall asleep in a few minutes, perhaps 10 or 15, 17 minutes at most.
They had to act. Soon.
~XD~
Vladimir and Aleksander sat somewhere at the edge of the market, in the shadow and unseen to any passer-by.
They didn't look at each other at first, only at what was in front of them.
What interest they had in the back of two tents, between them a space that didn't reveal much of the crowd, no one knew.
"Sooooo..." Aleks started. "This is awkward."
Vlad nodded in agreement. "Even more awkward than it was in the beginning." Vlad turned to face him.
Aleks only nodded, again losing himself in those eyes Vlad had.
"But one thing is still unclear to me..." Vlad said, and Aleks raised a brow in question. "...why didn't you try to chain me up or drag me to your boss by now?"
Aleks let the question sink in, then he realized that it was strange indeed. Here he was, sitting in front of his enemy, hisbrother's enemy, Antonio's enemy,... but still made no move to catch him.
"Not that I want to bring you on stupid ideas." Vlad said fastly when he saw the thoughtful look on Aleks face.
"...No. I guess I just didn't have the desire too..." Aleks mumbled.
It was Vlad's turn to raise a brow. "You didn't have the desire to catch your enemy...?"
Now that those same words came out of Vlad's mouth, Aleks realized how stupid that answer was, and he chuckled lowly.
"As stupid as it sounds, my only desire at the moment was to catch you to talk to you." And see your eyes again.
"You confuse me." Vlad stated.
"Then we're even." When Vlad raised a brow, Aleks sighed. "I'm just confused why your eyes are so..."
When Aleks didn't to find the right words, Vlad helped out. "Bloody red?"
Aleks just nodded, he didn't want to say that he also was confused that he liked Vlad's colour of blood in his eyes, even though he usually dispised blood.
Vlad chuckled darkly, almost sadly. "What do you think why they are?"
Aleks knew he shouldn't answer that question, that Vlad himself would give him the answer in mere seconds, so he kept his mouth shut.
"I saw death."
Those 3 words made Aleks' blood freeze.
"Not only that, I cheated death."
Even when Vlad didn't mention how he cheated, or in what way, Aleks still couldn't take it. It felt as if his heart was ripped apard when he thought about Vlad being at least close to death.
Such a strange feeling for someone who murders his whole life, if directly or inderectly, it didn't matter. It was still murder, and the one that caused it was guilty. But he was born into the Mafia, after all.
"I really like your eyes, you know." Vlad said, turning to him. "They have such a beautiful colour- I envy you. Everytime I look into them, I get lost in my thoughts- nice thoughts!"
Aleks blushed madly. He, too, liked Vlad's eyes. But he didn't like his own. His green colour wasn't a normal green, and he was bullied because of them in the past. Because often, the eye colour is the key to seeing if the person in front of you is human or a supernatural being.
He dispised his own eyes while he loved Vlad's.
And with Vlad, it was the other way around.
How Ironic.
After a few minutes of silence, Vlad pulled his phone out and reads through some messages, also writing back. When they sat down before, he already wrote someone. Now he chuckled as he read the messages, and send one of his own to the person or persons.
He stood up slowly after he finished writing, but was pulled back when Aleks grabbed his wirst.
The unspoken question never left Aleks' mouth, instead he just glared sharply at the back of Vlad's head.
"Work." Vlad simply stated, not even bothering to look at the Bulgarian.
"Hey, we are not done yet." Aleks said. "In fact, we havn't even started to talk-"
"What school do you go to?"
"Huh?"
"I asked what school do you-"
"No no, I heard you. But what has this to do with anything?" This guy was confusing Aleks like no one else could.
"Just answer."
Aleks decided it was safe to answer. And no, he didn't trust his mind who yelled at him to not give that info away to an enemy. But he listened to his heart that whispered softly to tell Vlad.
"I-I'm going to be transferred to Hetalia in the next few days." Aleks said.
Vladimir turned around, eyes wide and shock written all over his face. Then he smiled warmly, and Aleks' heart melted at the sight. He wasn't sure if he could speak anymore.
"Well then, I'll see you soon." Vlad started walking away, his hand easily freed from the Bulgarian's grasp. "With a little luck, we might even end up in the same class." Vlad's fading form called back.
Aleksander needed a few minutes to let the info sink in, not even realizing that Vlad's 'work' he had to do was going to be a lot of trouble. They would go to the same school.
He would see Vlad again.
~XD~
Yamu : Aaaaaand~ DONE! I know, boring chapter, but soon comes the meeting and the rescue mission.
Elias : You write so much cliche-
Yamu : Don't care. Anyways, It's 1:02 AM right now, I have to go sleep.
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