Chapter 10 Violation

A call in the middle of the night from Russia scared the hell out of China. He was lying on the sofa—unable to sleep due to the absence of anybody who could chant his name; he tried to call himself to sleep, but to no avail—when the call came.

"Come here, Yao. I have something that you will love to hear. And you wouldn't want that owner of yours to know this. So come, to the usual place. I'll be waiting."

Before China could say what, the line was abruptly cut. He could only deactivate his phone and held his breath, biting his lips. The offer was too ambiguous to make any sense. He waited until the message eventually sipped into his mind. That was a threat, or worse, a trap. Something was wrong and China couldn't figure it out. Maybe Russia knew? Maybe France sold him behind his back? It was only two days, he still have five days left. But he hadn't done anything… definitely weird. And China wasn't supposed to go for the call. He wasn't a cheap callgirl. Japan was the one who always controlled his schedule with the customers. He wasn't supposed to go and meet Russia without Japan's permission. However, his finger slowly pushed the button of a certain Korean's number.

"Yong Soo? Can you call Arthur for me, aru? I… I need to go somewhere."

Korea asked where he was supposed to be, but China immediately cut the line. He didn't want the Korean to know. He didn't want to drag anyone. But he didn't want to be alone. And maybe if he brought England with him, he would be saver since the Britain knew nothing whatsoever.

And he started to beautify himself, just like how Russia wanted to and Japan taught him to.

Imagine the irritation when a British man was called three in the morning. But England immediately changed and went to the Chinese's place. It was a weird phone call from Korea. He could sense the urgency, the curiosity and the anger from jealousy when Korea asked him rudely, "… Where—why is he going with you?"

Bloody Mary, he wouldn't know anything! England answered in his head when the phone was cut abruptly. He was called at three in the morning (just 5 hours after he reached home last night) and he was interrogated by a rude Korean who demanded the destination of a certain Chinese beauty with crazy unexpected mind. He took his car because there wasn't train scheduled in between one to five a.m.

While he tried to pay attention to the road, his mind flied somewhere else. He never expected to experience this kind of thing. He was supposed to be a fresh white collar worker, waking late in the morning, pushing himself between the traffic, working acceptable working hours—with the lunch breaks and smoking breaks and tea breaks, and then spend the night with his girlfriend (or his family). Those boring, normal schedules were what supposed to be his future when he entered the most prestigious financial planner company in the city. He never knew he would be a bodyguard to a beau who never wears his underwear properly inside the house, who was ridiculously cute and adorable, who made him got beaten by some random punks in the past, who loves to flaunt his beauty and he had all the rights to do so, who worked as a night-world class-hooker, whose mind was too weird and unpredictable and unstable, whose past sounded like shit and clearly have dented his perception of life, whose tears were utterly hard to ignore.

Why is he going with you?

Why he wants me as a substitute bodyguard, England muttered to himself, is the thing I want to ask too.

He felt that the Chinese did have something for him. China clearly likes him when he first came. China clearly depended on him like a lost child that night. And suddenly everything changed the next day. China was cold, unresponsive, despite the one conversation about family they had yesterday. His affection was lost somewhere between. And after spending two days with the jaguar who stole his first love, England realized that he was made believing about China. He made a mental image of China as a beautiful, pure, amazing girl whom he would like to plead his loyalty to. But the reality showed him that the girl was a slutty boy all along, sleeping with high end men, with a life of those of a kept dog.

When he opened the door, he was again, surprised and actually felt aroused. China knew the entire buttons to push in a man. His expensive trench coat revealed nothing underneath it, but slim, smooth legs with elegant high heels and a face painted to perfection, showing more of his golden eyes; took England's breath away. He was smiling softly as he opened the door.

"Let's go, ahen."

By the sound alone, England swore to God to work more diligently and collect the amount he needed to buy a night with China. As he walked beside the beauty, the rhythm of heels clicking with the marble floor followed them like a ticking bomb. China sighed as he tossed his hair, letting it fell softly on his shoulder. England twitched before putting his arm around the delicate hips.

"No touching, aru." China smirked, shooting warning looks at England. England backed off, when suddenly China pulled the Brit's arm back to his shoulders.

"It's cold. Stay nearer aru."

England nodded, trying to hide the blush. China's diabolical reaction made everything weirder.

"Arthur…"

"Yes?"

"Am I pretty, aru?"

"… So-so." England tried to act cool and let the Chinese entered the lift before him. China sighed in boredom.

"Why can't everybody be honest for once, aru?"

"… Fine. You are very pretty, Yao. How do you manage to walk in those heels?"

"These? Oh. They are beautiful weapons created for woman or people like me to survive. It suits me, right aru?" China smiled; making England's heart went ballistic.

"... It look fine for me."

"DO you like me in heels, aru?"

"... Maybe."

"Don't be such a grumpy man. I know this is so early in the morning aru, but work is work, right?"

"But why? Or… where?" England took the chance to ask. China stared at the lift panel.

"To the Braginski's building. Like usual, aru."

"Why?"

"He called." China hissed, signalling that no further question would be answered. England stayed in silent for a while, and then showed China his humble car.

China snickered.

"Is that your car, aru?"

"Of course yes! I know it's not fancy or anything, but Volvo is perfectly safe." England responded irritatedly at the insult. China laughed.

"No, of course it's perfectly fine, Arthur. Thank you for coming in such a time aru."

His voice was sincere, even England acknowledged the effort. England opened the door for the beauty and China's arm brushed softly against England's jacket. It was a touch between fabrics, but somehow it felt like skin meeting sin. For a second everything felt sweltering. China's laugh slowly ceased, England's scowl slowly gone. Their eyes met, their gazes stopped at each other's eyes. Green through gold. Silent fell between them, but it was comfortable, tense and England realized he was holding his breath.

China opened his mouth for a split of second, looking desperate, like he was trying to ask for something. But the expression was gone the next second, as China looked away and broke their eyes contact.

"… Be quick, aru. Ivan doesn't like to wait."

England nodded and closed the door. Why me?

Tell me, Yao. Why me?

Not telling is as cruel as not realizing.

I couldn't tell him, I shouldn't ask for his help, why did I even ask him to come, aru? China bit his lower lip nervously. That was wrong. He shouldn't think of anything else. He shouldn't ask help from the man. He shouldn't bother the blonde further. He shouldn't depend on other. He shouldn't be that weak. He wasn't supposed to be that helpless.

China wanted everything yet he didn't want everything. He wanted to stay with England, but he knew he wasn't supposed to. He thought that if he asked England to go with him, he could survive the night with Russia. But now as they droved closer and closer to the building, he felt like he had dragged the innocent blonde into a very dangerous trap he shouldn't get. He felt guilty. Scared. Restless. Scared.

It was all his faults. It was his stupid, sudden impulse. China thought having the boy who saved him from despair long time ago (although he eventually still fell to the despair, but because of England, it was postponed for a good deal of time) as his bodyguard would be fun. Maybe the boy could remind him again that there are such things as sincerity in the world, just like the past. The boy from the past who shared the milk tea with him was a saviour when he was desperately trying to convince himself that somebody did care for him. He was hiding from his father and his perverted friends, trying to search his mother in the park they used to go and have fun in. His childish mind was hoping that somehow miracle would come and his mother would save him from the nightmare. And he never tasted any beverage that tasted as good as the milk tea England gave to him.

China knew he wouldn't be England's lover, so instead he acted like his brother. He knew from memory that England was a really tender, loving older brother. He wanted that tenderness to be directed at him. Somehow China wanted to be England's family member. He wanted to be a brother to the blonde boy who was so considerate to his sibling until he even went out to buy milk tea for his brother. He wanted to have a share of the warmth of such affection.

All along he just wanted to be loved.

Japan walked into the lobby, straight to the lift. He was one of the elite who had the privilege to enter the highest level office where Russia resided without the need of declaring himself first. And it was good, since he was in a rush. Japan just checked with Korea that China had an appointment with the Russian, and his ego was challenged. He didn't remember of making any kind of appointment for China that morning. In fact, since China was recuperating in the apartment yesterday, Japan initially intended to ask China just attended the club time, receiving no 'sleep-in' customer. He reasoned that he wouldn't want China to get eroded by heavy workload too easily since he was too valuable. And Japan knew how China never cared about his own health since he was brought in a world where health wasn't important compare to money. Honestly he rather despite that habit of China, thus he controlled his working hour. So when he received the information from Korea that China has an appointment that night with the Russian mogul, Japan was actually worried. No, maybe more like annoyed.

He was welcomed by the usual secretary, but she was smiling nervously.

"Good morning Mr. Honda. I believe Mr. Braginski is still busy in her office, so maybe may I entertain you to a cup of tea?"

"Is Yao inside?" Japan asked politely, smiling. "I was informed that he is here, despite no previous arrangement with my office."

"He… he is …" The secretary was stunned for a good minute before eventually let Japan came in further. Japan knew the room, it was designed as cool and modernized, and he somehow hated it. He loved his Japanese background and believe that tatami was better than any other type of floor.

And when he saw England stood beside the heavy mahogany door leading to Russia's lair, he was confused.

"Is Yao really here?" Japan was asking the secretary, but England, thinking that the question was addressed to him, answered back. "Yes, he is inside."

Japan stopped thinking and eyeing the dirty blonde. The secretary kept her silent and waited behind Japan's silhouette.

"Who are you, may I ask?"

"I am Arthur Kirkland, Yao's substitute bodyguard for the week."

"Substitute?" Japan eyed the blonde in curiosity. "Where is Im Yong Soo?"

"He is away for urgent matter, I believe." England answered innocently, smiling politely. "And I suppose Yao will finish soon. So would you like to wait here…"

His voice trailed off. He remembered the noise. Japan's voice was what he herds inside the cupboard the other day. He was the one who came and raped—maybe not exactly, but similar in concept—China. He was the one whose shirt China wore that day. He was the man China called as his 'owner'.

Over the realization, England stared at the smaller man. He was clearly Japanese, with the authentic helmet shaped hairstyle (Japan would be angry if he heard this), the similar undistinguishable features of Asian (England could only differentiate China from other Orientals), and clearly a man with good taste for fashion. He was glad the Asian was smaller than him. At least he could win in height (because he could deduct from clothes alone that Japan was quite well-off) and maybe he could also win in physical fight too...

But Japan was already disappeared from his sight. When England realized what happened, he could see the heavy door was opened widely, showing a mind blowing hard sex scene with hand-cuffed China desperately trying to wriggle his stuffed ass on Russia's hips. Japan growled. He could see clearly that semen wasn't the only one trailing down the Chinese's thighs. There was blood, and he could clearly see how the Chinese's was torn, accommodating Russia's manhood and another thick black dildo in the same time. China's own thing was tied firmly by black leather stripes and a catheter was inserted into the head of his penis. China's white skin was reddish and bluish in places. Even by looking, England understood that China was uncomfortable, although Russia looked like he was having the time of his life.

England's face as filled with horror. Japan's face went paler. But China was the worst of all, when he saw that England and Japan saw the state he was in.

Without a word, England immediately pulled China away from the Russian. China moaned from pain when his boy was separated roughly from the Russian. England didn't care about his roughness as he pulled the leather strip and carefully removed the catheter. The dildo slipped out from China's ass as he moaned louder.

Japan, after recovering from his shocked state, immediately ordered England to carry China out from the room. He even overlooked that England wasn't Korea. Japan followed England as he carried China bridal style to the lift. But Japan's shoulder was grabbed tightly by Russia, who was rather irritated as his partner was taken away from him (but took his tme to wear back his trousers and scarf).

"Who tell you to release him da?" His voice was cold despite a smile on his face.

Japan returned it with another equally cold remark, "And I don't remember making any reservation for you, Mr. Ivan."

"I …"

"My club prioritized our strict policy. I have no record of having your request today and so I would not hand Wang Yao to you. He is not supposed to be here today, and from the way you treat him, I can expel you from the club for violating the club's policy."

With that, Japan (surprisingly—considering his small built) grabbed the Russian's hand on his shoulder and threw the bigger man to the floor, karate style. Russia's smiled disappeared from his face as he realized he was thrown to the floor by a small man. He was embarrassed and couldn't take it. But Japan and England were faster; they closed the lift door before Russia had a chance to stand up.

"… I appreciate your help just now, Mr… Kirkland?" Japan spoke calmly, despite the rush of adrenalin. "But I need to ask you something later. Now we should focus on taking Yao out of this place safely."

England swallowed solemnly and nodded, holding the small almost unconscious man in his arms closer. But China held to his last thread of awareness and spoke in great deal of difficulty.

"Let… him go, aru… I will answer all your question, Kiku.."

"You have no right to order me, Yao."

"Let him…"

"Be quiet." Japan harshly cut the conversation off. China stopped blabbering and bit his lips harder. England could feel the small wounded man tried to squirmed himself smaller. Upon the gesture, England felt more protective towards the small Chinese and eyed Japan hostily. Japan sighed.

"Now let's go to the doctor first."

Please ignore this unimportant author chanting XD.

Thank you for all the reviews! I realized that I did say that I wouldnt post this thing until exam finish (next week), but I was having this withdrawal symptoms from not being able to post anything here (and received some reviews, LOL.)

I am sorry because the chapter turned out to be so cheesy, unimpressive and badly written. I might rewrite and refine this chapter later.

Anyway, if you read this, please review? I am trying to not having a mental breakdown here- and reviews would cheer me up to no end (shamelessly begging). Thank you and sorry for being such a lousy writer.