That last chapter really inspired me to type up the next one…mind I was going to anyway but you know how those moments are where you REALLY want to do something but you can't seem to find the internal motivation to do it D: ? I have that all the time…it really sucks…that's probably why half the art stuff I want to work on is still floating around in my head TwT. But anyway…I like to think that last chapter is what sort of paved the way into the part of this story that I've been looking forward to typing x3. Ya gotta push past the basics before getting to the fun stuff right!? 8D Not that writing sexually tormented uke boys isn't fun =w=…I like fluff, fluff is nice x3…but sometimes one just needs to vent with rape yaoi D;. You will find in most of my stories there will probably be at least one instance where saying no to buttsex is not an option =3=. I have properly warned all my favorite characters that they are not safe…they will be buttsexed at least once…Dimitri being the only exception cause he's mine and I say he can be buttsexed as many times as the (coughplotcough) see's fit :D.
Here's a little bit of Author Trivia: If a certain character has been added to my list of favorite characters, there is a very, VERY, high chance that they will be any or all of the following; uke, buttsexed, tortured, traumatized, put in an as OOC situations as Cannonly possible, and other wise scared for the rest of their two dimensional lives :D. D: I think that's why 90% of them die in the end (not even joking…more then half of my favorite characters have died in some way shape or form TwT).
Chapter Eleven: Unexpected Reunion
Everything had faded after those two words were said; it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He wouldn't die, these people, whoever they were, they were saving him…he thought. Arthur's head lolled forward as he faded into a deep slumber while the male holding him up tilted his head in slight surprise. "Aniki?"
"Come along Yong Su…you wanted to keep him so you have to carry him, aru."
"Awww, Aniki! But he's heavier then he looked!" the slightly shorter dark haired male protested, though he carefully dragged the Englishman with him not really wanting to just drop him after his dearest Aniki said he could keep him.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I still need to make lunch, you know how the others are."
The other male pouted as he finally came to a stop in front of a small carriage, he was given some assistance in pulling the blond into the cab with him, but once they were in the door was slammed rather quickly. Yong Su adjusted Arthur so that he was laying across the seat with his head in the others lap, he then started playing with his hair and smiling like a child who just received a new toy.
"You will wash your hands when we get home aru…"
"Hmph…" the other pouted slightly but then smiled again as he went back to what he was doing, much to the exasperated sigh of the other, "He smells kinda funny…" he then commented.
"I would imagine…"
"You give really good baths Aniki, why don't you do it while I wash my hands!"
"Yong Soo, don't be lazy, aru!" in truth, he did not want to interact with the blond, "He is yours, you take care of him."
"Awww, you're no fun Aniki!"
The carriage had already taken off and was rushing down the busy street in pace with all the others. The long haired male was gazing out the side window with a distant look on his face, he was deep in thought, and never did he imagine that he would ever see that face again. What disturbed him even more was the fact that said face was in such condition. It was almost like he was seeing…no, the two were nothing a like! He always wondered what happened to the boy after that day, then again, if Arthur was here…where was Dimitri? Was he actually rescued? He had heard that Siberia had joined with Russia, but it wasn't entirely unheard of for a new ambassador to be chosen and such.
Yao slowly turned his gaze down towards the sleeping blond and stared intently at him. He was lying on the street, just outside of that…dark, honey eyes slowly grew…for a pirate such as Arthur Kirkland to have disappeared from the face of the planet for five whole years only to reappear in rags and smelling to high heaven. He'd been captured and imprisoned in that beastly prison he'd heard so much about! It suddenly made sense, but was it good or bad fortune that it was he who stumbled upon him at this time? Yao slowly reached a hand out and lifted the front of the grungy, makeshift, tunic, what he found made him quickly pull it back down.
"Yong, I changed my mind, I'll give him a bath, aru…" he then said, making the other look up with a bright smile and a happy cheer. Yao just slowly wiped his hand off on his pant leg before turning his gaze back out the window. Once the other woke, he would speak with him, he wanted to know…after being in there for five y ears, did he now know the sort of torment he put that boy through? Call it impure thoughts, but some people simply refuse to see until it is done upon them…
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-Moscow-
There was a very loud rattling ringing coming from the other office, Ivan glanced up from the couch and stared dazedly over at the door. Groaning, he heavily got to his feet and trudged off into the other room. Dimitri just mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over on the floor, both had spent several hours drinking and quite nearly consumed a liquor stores entire stock of vodka. While they didn't have very much, it was still a good four or five cases. Dimitri was completely smashed and probably wouldn't come around for a while, Ivan on the other hand was used to this and was still smashed beyond legal recognition, but was still alert enough to know when the phone was ringing and that he should probably answer it if only to make it stop.
"Da?" he grumbled while taking the receiver from its little latch. His poor eardrum was greeted with a string of French sweet nothings which only made him grumble something, more then likely inappropriate, in Russian before asking, "What do you want?"
"Ah, when do I need a reason to call my little dove…" Francis responded, though was quickly cut off when Ivan hung up the phone. It took a moment, but the phone rang again and Ivan picked up.
"Da…?"
"You're drunk…but alright, I just wanted to tell you I tossed him out…" Francis said quickly before the other had the chance to hang up on him again.
"What…who?" Ivan didn't seem whole heartedly interested, and he wasn't.
"Arthur Kirkland…"
There was a long silence; this seemed to bring the Russian around rather quickly, a curious gleam sparked in his violet eyes as he thought this over.
"And…?"
"And I think he got the message, unless you want me to bring him in again."
"Nyet…it is fine, thank you for telling me…" Ivan was smiling; Francis could almost feel it through the phone but did nothing to bring it to attention.
"Will I be having the pleasure of your business again?"
Such a bold question, Ivan actually considered it for a moment, "I will be visiting France again in a few months," he commented off handedly, "I have some business to take care of here though before I can take time off for vacation." His eyes seemed to dull just slightly as he glanced over at the door, "We will talk again, da?"
"Oui…"
And with that Ivan hung up again only this time Francis did not call back. Sighing, he rolled his shoulders a few times before adjusting his lopsided scarf. He would be dealing with the first matter of business now, it was quite important after all, and then he would come back and have breakfast with Dimitri.
Slipping silently out of the back office, through the main office, and out of the main office without disturbing his brother, Ivan made his way briskly down the cool hallways. He was making his way towards the back of the house and down a flight of stairs into the basement. It was there that he kept a lot of his secret documents and conducted many of his secrets. Pausing outside a bared off wooden door, his pleasant smile grew a bit as he pulled the wooden beam from its spot and set it down beside the door. Then, with a great heave, pulled the door open as its hinges screeched, taking the oil lamp from the hook beside the door, he struck a match and lit the wick inside. Holding up the now bright lamp, light flooded into the dark room.
The floor was cold stone as were the walls, held together by crumbling cement, there was apparently a leak somewhere sense the sound of water drops could be heard landing in a small puddle somewhere within the room, the floor was damp as well, and the air smelled of mold and other unimaginable things. The walls were lined with chains and shackles, most of them rusted but still useable.
"Good morning!" Ivan beamed happily, "I thought it was time to pay you a visit in person, da?"
There was only a groan that responded to Ivan's cheery words.
"Hmmm…such manners…" Ivan's smile seemed to twist into a sneer, "I guess I will have to be teaching you some, da?" he hung the lamp up on a wooden hook a few feet off the ground before walking over to a slumped over figure, "Arthur was released today, his torment is over for now…" Ivan stated in a fashion much like one would wave a steak over a caged and starving dog.
"F…Fr…Fran…"
"Oh? He's doing quite fine apparently, doesn't know a thing…that silly man." Ivan chuckled while reaching a hand out and running a gloved thumb over the others cheek, "You were silly too, da? Thinking that you could hide from me…"
"Hnn…l-let…m-m…"
"Let you go?" Ivan finished for the other, "Oh no, because now it is your turn," his smile grew as his grip on the others chin tightened while jerking the others face towards his own, "Hmm, this will be…like having him…before he was dirtied." He leaned in and used his free hand to lightly curl a few platinum blond strands between his fingers. "Hmm…?"
"N…n….pl-please…s-sor…" his mouth was suddenly covered by a large gloved hand.
"Shhhh…it is now your turn to be one with me, da?" Ivan smiled, only to have the other shake his head weakly, "Oh? I do not think you have a choice in the matter…" he then pressed his nose into the others hair and breathed in, "I think…I'm going to like you…Beilshcmidt…"
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It had been a fairly lengthy trip, they had to crack a window open sense the blonds smell had gotten to an intolerable stage, however they arrived at the large house that belonged to Yao. The two exited the carriage once it stopped, the taller of the two now carrying Arthur while the other dashed up the steps and burst through the front door. Sighing and shaking his head, Yao took his time, making sure not to wake the Englishman as he entered the house. A servant came by and closed the door behind him. He then made his way up a large flight of stairs and down one of the few long hallways until he came to his room. He had a private bathroom here, figuring for what he wanted to accomplish he couldn't have his younger siblings bursting in unannounced.
Setting the smaller male down on his bed while slipping into the bathroom to draw a hot bath, Yao was thinking once more. He got to wondering how on earth this great pirate captain had been captured. He'd dodged and avoided such things for as long as he could remember. Was it one of h is crew members? That was possible…the bath was ready…
Slipping back into the room, Arthur had not moved from where he was placed. Sighing, Yao lifted him up and carried him into the bathroom where he closed the door and locked it. He then carefully placed him on the floor, back against the large tub, before pulling the others awful shirt from his body. A small groan escaped the Asian man as he got a more clear view of the others body, there were several very ugly scars, probably from either being whipped or prodded with hot iron. The blonds back was even worse, oh yes, he had been put through the whole nine yards here.
Pulling the others pants down and tossing them off to the side with the shirt, he gingerly lifted the shorter male and gently placed him into the water. The sudden contact started the other awake, making him flail and cry out in shock.
"Hold still aru! You need a bath!" Yao insisted while Arthur tried to fight him off. It took several minutes of struggling and getting soaking wet before the Brit finally calmed down enough to look around frantically, very confused as to where he was. His wide emerald gaze finally settled on Yao, haunted and very confused.
"Didn't think you would see me again did you, aru?" Yao couldn't keep himself from saying with a slightly cold streak. Though his icy tone had faded when he saw the look of uncertainty on the others face, "Arthur Kirkland?"
"Y-yes…" his tone was very quiet yet suspicious, he looked at Yao as if he'd never seen him before in his life.
"You…do not remember me aru?" Yao tried, it was plausible that he lost his memories, though it seemed rather strange.
"Wang Yao…" Arthur then answered, though his gaze had drifted off to the side, and his shoulders drooped. Yao raised an eyebrow before lifting a scrubbing pad and lightly pressing it to the others skin. This contact made Arthur flinch.
"That is right aru" he slowly gave a nod, "How much do you remember?"
Arthur didn't answer this time, he just kept his gaze away from the other and his lips sealed. Yao sighed and shook his head, he glanced down and saw that the water had already turned a nasty murky color and he'd barely even started to clean the other. This could take a while…
"Then, do not worry, we will care for you until you are feeling able," he said quietly while letting the water drain out before refilling the tub, Arthur still in it, with fresh water, "It is rather ironic, that you and he should share the same look while under my care, aru."
"He?" Arthur mumbled glancing only a single eye over, "Who?"
"You don't remember him?" Yao commented, this seemed to make the other shift uncomfortably, "Dimitri…"
The blond thought about it, there were spots in his mind that seemed to be missing…something…someone…but he couldn't see their face. Or rather, he wasn't being allowed to see his face. Just the mention of that name made him shiver involuntarily and tense up.
"Gift…" he then said quietly, this caught Yao's attention, "Inside a…treasure…chest…"
=To Be Continued=
Ok, I dedicated this chapter to the whole Arthur and Yao pairing…why? Cause I'm starting to adore Hong Kong D: he's so cute…and he had Arthur's sexy eyebrows 8D.
Also…cause it would take…like…FOREVER…for any long distance communication to be done via letter…they have phones…or those funny looking old ones…ya know…where you have to crank'm and stuff TwT . Like, it was just recently invented or something and only super rich people had one or something. I dunno…DX they have phones nao! DON'T JUDGE ME! Note: I'm sure by now the whole time period thing…shot to hell…lets just say there's limited technology…like they have phones but they're the really early ones.
We all know Gilbert's reason for being in the series is the same reason why Toris is in the series right? :D Besides, I just added that part in there cause I wanted something between when Yong Su and Yao found Arthur and when they get to their house place =3=. Also…I'm more or less trying to cover all of my OTP's in one story :D, I know, epic right? So, so far we have: ArthurxYao, FrancisxArthur, FrancisxIvan, GilbertxLudwig/LudwigxGilbert (seriously, it could go either way x3), YaoxArthur, and IvanxGilbert. I think I got all of them…but that's only the start 8D. I didn't add Dimitri cause he's not cannon…=3= sorry buddy (hugs Dimitri, I still love you!).
