I would love to end the whole story like the last chap. but I felt like I needed this anyhow…

(… to me this actually sounds more like a prologue than an epilogue… /shot/)

The café was closed down for the time being. They didn't feel like having it open, since everyone that came would ask where Raivis was. There would be questions, and there would be lies from those who knew. Raivis didn't come back, and to say there was no commotion would be a bigger lie than the ones Tino prepared to tell his costumers. Arthur cursed himself for letting Raivis go alone that easily, and Peter was in near hysterics. It didn't get better when both Francis and Vash found out through Lilly and Sey, the young girls being almost broken from worry.

Then, Peter disappeared too. Arthur left immediately after that, going on a search after the two being kidnapped. It was obvious that had happened after all. Tino wanted to search as well; he wanted to kill that bastard for taking them. But all he could do was to smile and lie, and hope that they would return.

After some days, just a few, Arthur came back holding Peter. The cheerfulness was all but there on the boy's face, his expression being sad and lost. But he was home and safe, making most feel relief. But Raivis wasn't there, he was gone without a trace. No one wanted to pressure Peter, since he was the only one that could have a clue. They decided to leave him alone, letting him recover fully before he told them anything, because something must have happened. Hopefully the boy would be able to cope with it, with the help of his two remaining friends. Hopefully he just needed time. Hopefully.

Eduard called sometimes, just reporting how he was so that they didn't need to worry for him too. But Tino heard, through that loud silence in the phone how he called to see if Raivis had returned home. And Tino wished he could give that news, he wished he could tell Eduard to not worry because they would protect him. They would all protect him so that no one could hurt him ever again.

They would have to open sooner or later, but for now... the café was closed down.

OxOxOxO

The gun clicked, over and over again as Lilly tried to shoot the already broken target far away on the indoor training area. She threw the gun to the ground, and picked up a new one from the belt at her hips. Switching target, she continued shooting at her new goal until that too had more holes than wood on it. One shot missed, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears that had made her aim hazy. The tears just kept coming and she lowered the gun again when she realized she couldn't stop crying. She felt so damn weak. A hand patted her gently and almost hesitantly on her hair and she turned around burying her face into his brother's chest. Vash wavered at first, before hugging her. Trying to calm her with words he'd never used before. She still held the gun clasped hardly in her hand.

Watching them, Sey looked down with sad eyes, glancing over to the broken targets. She knew how her friend felt, since she felt the same. They hadn't been able to save or even kept him safe in the least. She turned away from the sibling pair and disappeared from the building, for once going directly home and seeking up the blond Frenchman. He was in the kitchen, hair bound up in the back and humming slightly. When she came into the room he turned around looking at her.

"Could you teach me fencing?" Sey asked with unusual honesty and Francis was taking aback. When he looked at her asking her why with his eyes she turned away her glance. Sey's fists clenched. She didn't want to be so useless anymore. A gently hand brushed away some hair that had fallen into her face. Francis smiled at her with a smile filled with kindness and love.

"Of course, mon petit lapin." He said, and she sniffed.

OxOxOxO

"We got to save him!" Toris cracked voice hurt in his ears, and Feliks wished he could just close his eyes, and cover his ears. It was truly painful seeing his beloved one like this. Knowing that it was his fault. Feliks hurriedly hugged his brown-haired friend, just so that Toris wouldn't see the guilt in his eyes.

"There's nothing we can do." He shook his head, other words being displayed in his head than those coming out from his mouth. "We've done everything we could. They're already gone." The man shaking in his arm started sobbing, and hands found his shirt. Feliks embraced his friend, as if trying to keep the broken man together. I don't want to let you go again. He buried his face in the hair of the others. Surly, Toris would be alright now… Ivan had said that he wouldn't touch Toris ever again. Toris would be safe. But to what price? The look on Raivis face as Ivan had taken him suddenly came up. That surprised, terrified look. The grip hardened. As Raivis had fallen asleep in Ivan's arms, the Russian's eyes had been filled with a dark, obsessed kind of twisted love. Tears filled Feliks eyes, and he didn't try brushing them away. Was that how he looked at Toris? Toris reached up and put his arms around Feliks neck.

"D-don't cry… I'm sorry…" He whispered and nuzzled closer. "I know there was nothing you could do." The words were like a knife cutting through his heart. But just to be able hearing Toris voice… He had been so scared to lose the only one he loved and really cared for. And Toris was alright. Their positions changed, and now Toris was the one petting Feliks hair as he leaned his head against Toris chest. Deep in there he could hear the slow beating of a heart. Toris is alright, Feliks though. It was worth it…

…right?

OxOxOxO

Peter rolled over on his side in his bed. His head hurt. His eyes stung. His heart hurt. He was looking into the wall as he wasn't able to look at Raivis's bed standing cold and unused on the other side of the room. It was still there with the only reason of a small hope that he would return. Someday. Everything was like in a blur, and it hurt. All he could see when he closed his eyes, if only for a moment, was the scene playing over and over again.

He heard Raivis voice, having already gotten faint even with the week they had been apart. And he had felt rage as he remembered the reason his voice was so weak and pale. They were talking slightly, but he didn't quite hear what. Not until Raivis last words.

"I love you."

He snapped his eyes open at that instant, and he met Raivis eyes. Their eyes met under a single flash, about the time of when a lightning lights up the sky for a single moment. Raivis expression was sad, longing and hopeless. It looked like he was apologizing as he looked into Peter's eyes. Then the moment was over, and just like the lightning that disappears Raivis eyes… lost their light. They simply faded away as he rested his head against Ivan's chest. It was like a wall came up and blocked out everything around Raivis.

Peter clasped his head, as the memories kept playing in his mind.

Ivan smiled, triumphant and lovingly. Bowing down to kiss the smaller boy and Peter suddenly felt like puking. This is where he began screaming. He didn't quite remembering what, but it probably involved the things Arthur would say when he was truly pissed. Ivan looked like he barely noticed it, as he didn't even cast a glance at him. He picked Raivis up, easily as if he was a doll, and held him bridal-style. Peter cried and screamed and fought as Ivan carried his best friend (no, Raivis was even closer than a friend,) away. Raivis hung like a puppet without strings from that bastards grip. They disappeared for a minute or two, and Peter kept screaming after them. Pleading and hating.

When Ivan came back, alone this time. He had that creepy smile on his face, satisfied. Peter's breath had left him and he couldn't scream anymore. Just cry and curse it, why couldn't he protect Raivis? Curse it, curse it, damn it! And curse it, how the fear won over hate as he saw Ivan pick up the pipe lying on the floor. Smiling down at him. "I did promise not to hurt you, but we can make a small exception. Da?" he smiled crazed as the metal-pipe was heightening above Peter. His eyes widened. And then everything just got black.

Peter dried his tears while looking up in the white, now gray from the lack of light, ceiling above him. Don't worry. He thought, and made a promise with no one listening. I'll save you.

I'll find you.

And that's it… Once again, thanks for reading and commenting. ;w;
(…I feel weirdly empty right now…)