Viva La Vida: Breaking the Dragon's Head C7
I think I can at least end this soon.
The bad thing about writing stories after such a long time is that you sometimes forget what details you wrote. If there's inconsistency, I apologise.
If you don't learn to control your thoughts, you'll never learn how to control your behaviour -Joyce Meyer
The silent freezing room send chills up the East Asian man's spine. The cold glides through every inch of his skin, raising goose bumps that he can no longer feel, but his insides are scorching, for hatred burns in his heart, hatred that never cease to stop burning ever since that day he decided that he wants to live. Now this hatred extended to this Russian man which coincidentally is his business partner too. His nose flare and smoke of heavy breath fogged his view of the tiles on the floor, the memories mercilessly replayed that night with Ivan, Yao was blindfolded, but he could feel that man's hand touching him, slithering up his body and wrapping his long, cold fingers around his neck and choking him, he could feel every single thing that was done to him. The humiliation when fingers pushes into him, when other things get pushed into him if he refuses to make a sound. And how he kept shooting himself into him and that gooey, slimy after feeling as he laid on the bed in sweat and blood.
He hated it, he hated it so much that the murderous urge that was kept deep inside that pandora's box came surging out and invaded his thoughts.
"Can I come in?" a voice called out.
Wang Yao's train of thought was broken as he look up towards the door. It's the doctor. The very same one that was there when he broke the news of the baby to him and Ivan. A scrawny looking old man with full black hair and a gold rimmed spectacle lying on his tall nose bridge.
"Mr Braginsky told me to have the baby taken out by tonight." The doctor walk towards Yao, scribbling words onto the file. "Take 3 of these pills first, I'll be here with equipment here later to suck the things out from your body. There's no nurse here right now so you'll have to pour the water yourself." He continued, pulling out a packet of blue pills and passing it to Yao. He then walk out as emotionlessly as he came in.
"Another taint. Another removal." Yao muttered angrily as he pop three of the pills and quickly grab the jug by the bedside and gulp it down.
There he waited. And strategizing. The project have been going on for slightly more than a few years, the rise and fall of a few key members in the council did not affect the project at all, so what is Mr Russia? There will be more Mr Russia to come.
The sleepiness sets in and Yao did not resist, he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes to the dark. When he wakes up, this would be over, and his heart can set easy for that little bit.
He had a dream that night, the dream brought him to the days before he was Dragon's head. When he was just a boy on the street, and the only problem he have to thought of then was where to get his next meal. And little did he know that it will be the only good memories he will ever have in his whole life.
The next time he opens his eyes, it was pitch dark. The curtains are drawn, leaving only a tiny gap where the moonlight shines in, his face is freezing but his body is surprisingly warm and comfortable under the soft duvet. The breathing and light snoring coming from his side tells him why. Ivan is snuggled right beside him, asleep.
Despite his disgust, Yao felt it was easier to not wake Ivan up. He felt drained of energy, most probably due to the operation and dealing with Ivan takes too much energy, Yao then turn to his side, with his back facing Ivan.
Ivan's arm grab hold of Yao's waist and pulled him back, closer to him as he snuggled into the back of the Asian man. Ivan felt him stiffened, and then slowly relaxed, Ivan smiled. At least, he thought, he got what he wanted.
In the mind of the other man however, Wang Yao imagined himself to be the untainted self in his dream, hugged by a woman he loves, in a happy little home that they have purchased after years of hard work. And he can feel comfort in the knowledge that their kids would be in another room sleeping for school the next day. His lifelong dream of the unsullied normalcy of a happy family.
He can only pretend for now.
Toris sat down on the sofa in one of the many living rooms in this big mansion. The cup of coffee he was holding for warmth have turned cold, but he didn't realise it, for his thoughts are lost somewhere else. He did not even notice the clacking of shoes against the marble floor that was coming towards him.
A steaming hot cup of cocoa was placed in front of the table at him. That noise and the sudden intrusion of vision snapped him out, he let out a sound in his shock. It's Natalya, still in her golden hair and maid like costume. It looks a little ridiculous but Toris have to admit that he really likes it.
"N-Nat Natalya, why are you here?" he stuttered quite unglamorously. Toris mind went blank every time he sees her.
"This place is not reserved for you. Is there any reason why I can't be here?" Natalya asked coldly, piercing blue eyes staring at Toris.
"N-No." Toris replied, looking down, averting her gaze in embarrassment.
Awkward silence sets into the atmosphere. Toris rarely have the chance to be alone with Natalya and the few times he did, it did not go well. Desperate to strike up a conversation, he tried to ask her about their new prisoner.
"Do you really think that… Mr China do have a kid with…" Toris mumbled, feeling a little ridiculous when he actually did say it out.
"Are you an idiot?" Natalya said, kind of mockingly. "If a dick and asshole can have a child, why would there be a need for a vagina and a womb."
"You are right." Toris replied, still fiddling with the cup in his hands. The crass way of talking did not deter Toris away, in fact, he is silently glad, for that's one the most defining feature of Natalya. She will blow you away whether its your first sight of her or the first time she talks. And he loves her the way she is, but he knows he did her too much wrong for her to ever love him back.
"If you have time to think of all these stupid questions, isn't it better to see if Eduard needed any help for tomorrow's preparation." Natalya berated, before she stood up, and with a swish of her layered skirt, she was clacking her way out of the living room.
Toris' eyes trailed after her back, and he let out a sigh. He turned his eyes back to the front of the table, and a cup, still letting out steam from the warmth is in front of him. The man's first thought was wonder, wondering why she would make a cup of cocoa and not drink it. His eyes widened and he look back to the direction where she left, and back at the cup on the table again.
"T-This is for me?" he said in disbelief.
