Russian Blue
Author's Notes: Listening to "She Talks to Angels", by the Black Crows, the acustic piano-guitar version. It made me think over this chapter. I have good idea for future chapters of Russian Blue, even have the three possible endings! But, for now, let's just settle with the story so far. Riding the city bus is not fun. The web page is coming along. I'll probably gonna have it set up by this week ^.^
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Other characters belong to me. This chapter's song is "She talks to angels", as sung by The Black Crows, but for gender purposes I'm gonna take the liberty to change it to, "He talks to angels".
Warning: This chapter might contain situations and language not apropiate for children or people who are sensitive about particular situations (graphic language, violence, sexual scenarios)
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Chapter 11
It was like waking up to a nightmare and slowly realizing that the nightmare was just beginning.
I am in Alexeyena's bedroom, the warm scent of rose petals in the air as Alexeyena likes to burn rose insence to calm her down. Honestly? I never liked the stuff. I can hear her talking to lil' Alex in the kitchen, baby talk, trying to make the lil' rascal eat his breakfast. Trying to get up takes courage, as my entire body aches and screams in pain at the feel of movement. I try to move as slowly as possible, walking to the bathroom, taking my time on getting rid o' the clothes, on turning on the shower, on looking at myself in the mirror.
Shit! I look like crap!
The bath does wonders. The hot water relaxes the wounded flesh, makes the muscles forget last night's torture. Because it was torture. Anything done to you against your will is torture, both physically and mentally. I want to dissolve and disappear from the face of the earth so badly and at the same time I resist the temptation to cry. I convince myself to try not to think about it as I let the water hit my face and instead of thinking about it, I focus my entire mind on a way to make it up to Ryo. He had to be expecting me yesterday - I have to make it up to him because I like him, I really do. The sheer thought of his smile brings healing to my soul - a healing effect that I desperatelly need right about now. I don't want to get out of the shower and face the world behind the door, but I have to or else I might end-up looking all wrinkled and old.
As I step out of the shower, I get the oreos scared out of me by Alexeyena, who is standing next to the wide open door, her arms crossed in front, looking murderous. She gets this puffed lip when she gets mad - so she must be furious by the look of it. Not as bad as mine though.
"Bloody Jesus, wha' the bloody 'ell you think you're doing?!" I almost scream out loud, half covering myself (even though she is my sister, she's still a lady).
"Oh, stop covering, you baby; I saw it when it was a wee lil' thing! So, what 'appened yesterday? HUM? Mind explaining to me why you came in as if you got the living shit beaten out of you?"
"Nothing", I lie. I feel angry at her for asking. yet I feel guilty for feeling like this. She's my sister, my big sister, who took care of me when things got bad; who took care of me when things got worse. She has the right to worry.I take a towel and wrap it around my waist, wanting so badly to run pass her and lock myself in my room to cry in peace for the rest of the evening. But she takes my arm and pulls me back (she has incredible strenght)
"Don't bullshit me, Gaiev!" she yells at me, but immediately regreats doing so. She breathes in, "Sit!" and I obey, not knowing why, but I do. I sit on top of the toilet, leaning against my elbows on my knees. I'm not looking at Alexeyena: looking at her will only make me want to shoot myself even more. She kneels down in front of me, taking my hands between her own in a very sisterly-motherly afection, "Gaiev, luv," her voice is worried, I can tell, "please tell me what's going on." and then, silence. I can't bring myself on telling her exactly what had happened to me the last 24 hours or so because I can't bring myself to think about those hours without my stomach revolting, without shaking, without feeling so damned dirty, used, miserable, pathetic, lost, drowned, "Whatever it is, I want to help you, please. tell me."
"Ivan's back," I say, but it isn't my voice saying that. It feels as if someone else is speaking; a quivering, shaky voice on the edge of tears, low and unstable, afraid to be heard as if it'd done something terribly wrong, sinful even. I don't see Alexeyena's expression but I can tell she's in shock, "'e called me th' day before last, after I got 'ome from my date with Ryo. 'e called an' wanted to see me. if I didn't. I went there. an' 'e was there an'. Gods, please!"
"What did he do to you Gaiev?" her voice sounds tender yet filled with pain. I close my eyes to gain courage from inside. I can feel everything all over again, like it was happening at that instant. Start to cry. I don't want to remember, damn it! I don't want to feel it all over again, once was enough!
"I 'ad to. 'e said tha' if I didn't, 'e was going to come for you and Alex. an' 'e was going to enjoy doing it to Alex. An' I couldn't - Gods!!" I break in tears as Alexeyena holds me tightly, hiding my face in her shoulder, holding her in a desperate attempt to hold something close, "Why?! Why now?! Not again. I can't go though tha' again, Alex! I can't!!"
"Shhhh. I know. I know," she's stroking my hair, whispering in my ear, crying softly and trying to pretend she isn't scared, "It'll be alright. Talk to Ryo, 'es a police officer, I'm sure 'e can - "
"NO!" I shout abruptly, separating myself from her. The very thought of it sends shivers down my spine. Pure fear. But not fear for myself, or for what Ryo might think of everything. but for Ryo's life. Alexeyena has this puzzled look in her face, "I can't! I can't!" I scream as I stand and rush away from that bathroom to my room, followed closely by my sister.
"Why not?!" she shouts back, "Gaiev! Listen to me! He can help you!!"
"NO!!" I shout hysterically, hitting the wall with my fist. From fear to rage in split seconds. Alexeyena stood dry, "Ivan. 'e knows who Ryo is. 'e knows where Ryo works. HE KNOWS!!!" I turn to face Alexeyena, "Ryo can't know about this, Alex. 'e. 'e just can't."
"Why not? Why? Isn't 'e worth it? Doesn't 'e make you feel all tingly an' giggly inside? Why 'ide th' truth from 'im?!"
"Because Ivan will kill 'im, Alexeyena!" I cry out, going down on my knees as my legs had lost all their strenght and I couldn't stand anymore. I'm crying uncontrolably; I feel as if my life has been taken away in a matter of seconds at the very thought of what I had just said. Alexeyena kneels next to me, trying to comfort me as best as she can, "Ivan will kill Ryo an' I can't let that 'appen! I just can't. I. I love him, Alexeyena."
The phone rings at that precise moment. We both kind of freeze to see if maybe it's a prank call or someone dialing the wrong number. It rings four times before the answering machine picks it up. I see darling Alex playing with his blocks when the voice came.
"This is your agent, sukka. You got a gig, Friday night, with Mr. Renee Feldman. The limo will pick you up at The Raven at 7:15 sharp. Dress nicely - " and then Alexeyena picks up the speaker and shouts to the man, "HE'S NOT GOING!!!" and slams it. I've never seen Alexeyena this angry before. She comes to my side again, hugging me tightly again.
It's not fair. Of all the people in the world, of all the thousands and thousands of bastards and bitches whose lifes could be going through this. why mine? Why now? I thought I'd paid my debt to karma.
"It's not fair." I whisper.
"Vsyo boodet harasho," she says, kissing my forehead, "Pomni, ya useyda iyadom. ya useyda iyadom, tine odna, Gaiev. vsyo boodet harasho. ya tebya lyublyu. Pomni ya tebya lyublyu."
A knock on the door. We both get up and I walk to open it as Alex cries and holds his little arms up to his mother and Alexeyena tends to him. It's a heart-warming sight that brings a smile to my lips. Again, the door knocking. I open it.
"Ryo." and Alexeyena turns to see us, carrying Alex. Ryo looses all color in his skin at the sight in front of him. I'm bruised after all.
"Gaiev! What happened?!" he sounds concerned and upset, touching my face softly and examining me with his worried eyes, "Are you okay?"
'No', I want to tell him, but I can't see those eyes worry like that. It breaks my heart in ways I couldn't grasp up until that particular moment, to see him worry, to see him in a certain degree of agony like this.
"Yes. Yes I am. Gods! Sorry 'bout yesterday."
"No! My god!" he's saying as he came in, looking around to see if those where the only bruises, to see if I wasn't bleeding from anywhere else, "What happened? I got worried when I called your work and they told me you didn't go, that they hadn't seen you!"
"Tea, Ryo?" dear Alexeyena speaks as she's heading to the kitchen.
"No, thank you."
She vanishes. Thank you, Alexeyena. As soon as she did, my attention is again with Ryo, who searches my eyes for an explanation. I can't help myself and hold him tightly. It feels so good to feel him hold me back. It feels right. I can die in his arms a happy man. I forget about everything that happened before at the sight of his smile.
"Please," I whisper in to his ear, "Let's just. forget about it. Nothing happened. let's just. forget it."
I feel him nod. I don't know if he believes me or not, but I'm happy that he at least is giving me that chance.
"I have to go," he says in a soft voice, smiling and blushing slightly, moving away from me in a very delicate manner, "But. if you're not doing anything tonight."
"Nothing at all," I speak, completely lost in his gaze.
"Then. I'll see you tonight?"
"I'll be waiting." I speak. He kisses me and when we part it hurts so much inside. He leaves. I'm thankful he doesn't ask many questions.
The days go by and I feel as if I'm floating everytime I see Ryo. He makes me smile with every little thing he does or says. He talks about work and I listen as if he was the last person on earth to listen to. I can't help but to feel warm inside when he takes my hand, when his lips press against mine, like butterflies crossing my entire being. Every day is a new thing - a new detail I know about him. And it takes my breath away to think that maybe - just maybe - God has intended his path and mine to cross, to meet.
I feel complete when he's near.
Ryo. He has my heart in his hands.he has my entire soul in his eyes. I cannot begin to understand this effect he has on me. It's too soon for it to be complete and devoted love, isn't it?
I don't care.
. Ryo makes me happy.
But by Friday the shadows take me. I cannot risk it. Alexeyena begged me not to come here, but I cannot allow them to hurt anyone, not on my account. Fortunatelly, Ryo has the graveyard shift, so that's good. I guess. I watch the streets as the limo makes its way to an expensive hotel near Broadway's theatrical avenue. I know the man sitting across me, looking at me with a wide smile, making me feel like some sort of merchandise you look over the street and pay good price for.
"You are an expensive one," I hear him comment. I don't want to hear him. It repulses me, makes me want to throw-up. I hear him laugh at my face as I'm pretending not to hear him, "An expensive and proud whore, you are."
A whore. I am a whore. Nothing more.
The old fart has expensive taste, I have to admit that. His room was the penthouse, the one with the swimming pool and the helicopter landing site. With the fake jungle in the hallway and the elevator for a door. With the expensive rug and the tiger skin on the sofa. With the plasma TV and access to all the pornography in the world. I walk in, alone. He's paid Ivan in advance for whatever I'm requested to do. I want to sprint out of there, but I know the limo is downstairs, waiting for me or for a call from the unsatisfied customer upstairs. I know that if I make a wrong move, Alexeyena, Alex and Ryo will be the ones to pay.
A famous congress man. Or so he tells me as he begins to kiss my shoulders and neck. I close my eyes and think of Ryo but an immediate sense of guilt takes over and I shudder. I can't go through with this anymore - I tell myself - I just can't. I can't lie to Ryo, I feel as if I'm betraying him in some way. But I'm not. It's hard to explain. He's fucking me, not making love to me, there's a difference.
To fuck a person is to just satisfy your carnal desires, to ease the beast within you. It's just that - sex. No attachments, no feeling, going nautral, going on automatic, oh yeah baby, do it like that, yes, yes, more, more. To make love is to give a little piece of your soul in every second you spend with the one you love. Each touch, each kiss means everything, it means your heart belongs to this person, that your entire being belongs to this person. You cannot think, you can only feel. Extasy is there, and you reach nirvana with a single touch, with a simple look. And I embrace the image of Ryo so pieces of my soul don't get tangled and lost.
I feel him achieve his climax inside me and I arch beneath him, half hating myself for not being able to separate my body from carnal pleasure, and this feeling is with me long after the limo takes me back to The Raven; a feeling I still carry long after the taxi drops me home, long after I just sit on the steps, feezing weather, just gazing at the sunrise, where Alexeyena finds me right before she goes to the store to buy some milk for baby Alex, whom she has left in the care of Mrs. Norris, our nice upstairs neighbor.
"Gaiev?" she asks. I hand her a handfull of money.
"Buy whatever you need," I say.
"But---"
Doesn't matter.
It's Saturday. tonight, I'll have Ryo in my arms again. and everything will be alright.
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Sooo? What ya' think? Review! Next chapter? Dorian and Ryo get information about the Choir as another murder happens, and Ryo gets the first warning from Ivan.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying this story! I'll do my best to keep you interested! ^.^
Translations
Slut. Everything's gonna be alright. Remember, I'm always next to you. I'm always next to you, you are not alone, Gaiev. everything's gonna be alright. I love you. remember I love you.
Author's Notes: Listening to "She Talks to Angels", by the Black Crows, the acustic piano-guitar version. It made me think over this chapter. I have good idea for future chapters of Russian Blue, even have the three possible endings! But, for now, let's just settle with the story so far. Riding the city bus is not fun. The web page is coming along. I'll probably gonna have it set up by this week ^.^
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Other characters belong to me. This chapter's song is "She talks to angels", as sung by The Black Crows, but for gender purposes I'm gonna take the liberty to change it to, "He talks to angels".
Warning: This chapter might contain situations and language not apropiate for children or people who are sensitive about particular situations (graphic language, violence, sexual scenarios)
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Chapter 11
It was like waking up to a nightmare and slowly realizing that the nightmare was just beginning.
I am in Alexeyena's bedroom, the warm scent of rose petals in the air as Alexeyena likes to burn rose insence to calm her down. Honestly? I never liked the stuff. I can hear her talking to lil' Alex in the kitchen, baby talk, trying to make the lil' rascal eat his breakfast. Trying to get up takes courage, as my entire body aches and screams in pain at the feel of movement. I try to move as slowly as possible, walking to the bathroom, taking my time on getting rid o' the clothes, on turning on the shower, on looking at myself in the mirror.
Shit! I look like crap!
The bath does wonders. The hot water relaxes the wounded flesh, makes the muscles forget last night's torture. Because it was torture. Anything done to you against your will is torture, both physically and mentally. I want to dissolve and disappear from the face of the earth so badly and at the same time I resist the temptation to cry. I convince myself to try not to think about it as I let the water hit my face and instead of thinking about it, I focus my entire mind on a way to make it up to Ryo. He had to be expecting me yesterday - I have to make it up to him because I like him, I really do. The sheer thought of his smile brings healing to my soul - a healing effect that I desperatelly need right about now. I don't want to get out of the shower and face the world behind the door, but I have to or else I might end-up looking all wrinkled and old.
As I step out of the shower, I get the oreos scared out of me by Alexeyena, who is standing next to the wide open door, her arms crossed in front, looking murderous. She gets this puffed lip when she gets mad - so she must be furious by the look of it. Not as bad as mine though.
"Bloody Jesus, wha' the bloody 'ell you think you're doing?!" I almost scream out loud, half covering myself (even though she is my sister, she's still a lady).
"Oh, stop covering, you baby; I saw it when it was a wee lil' thing! So, what 'appened yesterday? HUM? Mind explaining to me why you came in as if you got the living shit beaten out of you?"
"Nothing", I lie. I feel angry at her for asking. yet I feel guilty for feeling like this. She's my sister, my big sister, who took care of me when things got bad; who took care of me when things got worse. She has the right to worry.I take a towel and wrap it around my waist, wanting so badly to run pass her and lock myself in my room to cry in peace for the rest of the evening. But she takes my arm and pulls me back (she has incredible strenght)
"Don't bullshit me, Gaiev!" she yells at me, but immediately regreats doing so. She breathes in, "Sit!" and I obey, not knowing why, but I do. I sit on top of the toilet, leaning against my elbows on my knees. I'm not looking at Alexeyena: looking at her will only make me want to shoot myself even more. She kneels down in front of me, taking my hands between her own in a very sisterly-motherly afection, "Gaiev, luv," her voice is worried, I can tell, "please tell me what's going on." and then, silence. I can't bring myself on telling her exactly what had happened to me the last 24 hours or so because I can't bring myself to think about those hours without my stomach revolting, without shaking, without feeling so damned dirty, used, miserable, pathetic, lost, drowned, "Whatever it is, I want to help you, please. tell me."
"Ivan's back," I say, but it isn't my voice saying that. It feels as if someone else is speaking; a quivering, shaky voice on the edge of tears, low and unstable, afraid to be heard as if it'd done something terribly wrong, sinful even. I don't see Alexeyena's expression but I can tell she's in shock, "'e called me th' day before last, after I got 'ome from my date with Ryo. 'e called an' wanted to see me. if I didn't. I went there. an' 'e was there an'. Gods, please!"
"What did he do to you Gaiev?" her voice sounds tender yet filled with pain. I close my eyes to gain courage from inside. I can feel everything all over again, like it was happening at that instant. Start to cry. I don't want to remember, damn it! I don't want to feel it all over again, once was enough!
"I 'ad to. 'e said tha' if I didn't, 'e was going to come for you and Alex. an' 'e was going to enjoy doing it to Alex. An' I couldn't - Gods!!" I break in tears as Alexeyena holds me tightly, hiding my face in her shoulder, holding her in a desperate attempt to hold something close, "Why?! Why now?! Not again. I can't go though tha' again, Alex! I can't!!"
"Shhhh. I know. I know," she's stroking my hair, whispering in my ear, crying softly and trying to pretend she isn't scared, "It'll be alright. Talk to Ryo, 'es a police officer, I'm sure 'e can - "
"NO!" I shout abruptly, separating myself from her. The very thought of it sends shivers down my spine. Pure fear. But not fear for myself, or for what Ryo might think of everything. but for Ryo's life. Alexeyena has this puzzled look in her face, "I can't! I can't!" I scream as I stand and rush away from that bathroom to my room, followed closely by my sister.
"Why not?!" she shouts back, "Gaiev! Listen to me! He can help you!!"
"NO!!" I shout hysterically, hitting the wall with my fist. From fear to rage in split seconds. Alexeyena stood dry, "Ivan. 'e knows who Ryo is. 'e knows where Ryo works. HE KNOWS!!!" I turn to face Alexeyena, "Ryo can't know about this, Alex. 'e. 'e just can't."
"Why not? Why? Isn't 'e worth it? Doesn't 'e make you feel all tingly an' giggly inside? Why 'ide th' truth from 'im?!"
"Because Ivan will kill 'im, Alexeyena!" I cry out, going down on my knees as my legs had lost all their strenght and I couldn't stand anymore. I'm crying uncontrolably; I feel as if my life has been taken away in a matter of seconds at the very thought of what I had just said. Alexeyena kneels next to me, trying to comfort me as best as she can, "Ivan will kill Ryo an' I can't let that 'appen! I just can't. I. I love him, Alexeyena."
The phone rings at that precise moment. We both kind of freeze to see if maybe it's a prank call or someone dialing the wrong number. It rings four times before the answering machine picks it up. I see darling Alex playing with his blocks when the voice came.
"This is your agent, sukka. You got a gig, Friday night, with Mr. Renee Feldman. The limo will pick you up at The Raven at 7:15 sharp. Dress nicely - " and then Alexeyena picks up the speaker and shouts to the man, "HE'S NOT GOING!!!" and slams it. I've never seen Alexeyena this angry before. She comes to my side again, hugging me tightly again.
It's not fair. Of all the people in the world, of all the thousands and thousands of bastards and bitches whose lifes could be going through this. why mine? Why now? I thought I'd paid my debt to karma.
"It's not fair." I whisper.
"Vsyo boodet harasho," she says, kissing my forehead, "Pomni, ya useyda iyadom. ya useyda iyadom, tine odna, Gaiev. vsyo boodet harasho. ya tebya lyublyu. Pomni ya tebya lyublyu."
A knock on the door. We both get up and I walk to open it as Alex cries and holds his little arms up to his mother and Alexeyena tends to him. It's a heart-warming sight that brings a smile to my lips. Again, the door knocking. I open it.
"Ryo." and Alexeyena turns to see us, carrying Alex. Ryo looses all color in his skin at the sight in front of him. I'm bruised after all.
"Gaiev! What happened?!" he sounds concerned and upset, touching my face softly and examining me with his worried eyes, "Are you okay?"
'No', I want to tell him, but I can't see those eyes worry like that. It breaks my heart in ways I couldn't grasp up until that particular moment, to see him worry, to see him in a certain degree of agony like this.
"Yes. Yes I am. Gods! Sorry 'bout yesterday."
"No! My god!" he's saying as he came in, looking around to see if those where the only bruises, to see if I wasn't bleeding from anywhere else, "What happened? I got worried when I called your work and they told me you didn't go, that they hadn't seen you!"
"Tea, Ryo?" dear Alexeyena speaks as she's heading to the kitchen.
"No, thank you."
She vanishes. Thank you, Alexeyena. As soon as she did, my attention is again with Ryo, who searches my eyes for an explanation. I can't help myself and hold him tightly. It feels so good to feel him hold me back. It feels right. I can die in his arms a happy man. I forget about everything that happened before at the sight of his smile.
"Please," I whisper in to his ear, "Let's just. forget about it. Nothing happened. let's just. forget it."
I feel him nod. I don't know if he believes me or not, but I'm happy that he at least is giving me that chance.
"I have to go," he says in a soft voice, smiling and blushing slightly, moving away from me in a very delicate manner, "But. if you're not doing anything tonight."
"Nothing at all," I speak, completely lost in his gaze.
"Then. I'll see you tonight?"
"I'll be waiting." I speak. He kisses me and when we part it hurts so much inside. He leaves. I'm thankful he doesn't ask many questions.
The days go by and I feel as if I'm floating everytime I see Ryo. He makes me smile with every little thing he does or says. He talks about work and I listen as if he was the last person on earth to listen to. I can't help but to feel warm inside when he takes my hand, when his lips press against mine, like butterflies crossing my entire being. Every day is a new thing - a new detail I know about him. And it takes my breath away to think that maybe - just maybe - God has intended his path and mine to cross, to meet.
I feel complete when he's near.
Ryo. He has my heart in his hands.he has my entire soul in his eyes. I cannot begin to understand this effect he has on me. It's too soon for it to be complete and devoted love, isn't it?
I don't care.
. Ryo makes me happy.
But by Friday the shadows take me. I cannot risk it. Alexeyena begged me not to come here, but I cannot allow them to hurt anyone, not on my account. Fortunatelly, Ryo has the graveyard shift, so that's good. I guess. I watch the streets as the limo makes its way to an expensive hotel near Broadway's theatrical avenue. I know the man sitting across me, looking at me with a wide smile, making me feel like some sort of merchandise you look over the street and pay good price for.
"You are an expensive one," I hear him comment. I don't want to hear him. It repulses me, makes me want to throw-up. I hear him laugh at my face as I'm pretending not to hear him, "An expensive and proud whore, you are."
A whore. I am a whore. Nothing more.
The old fart has expensive taste, I have to admit that. His room was the penthouse, the one with the swimming pool and the helicopter landing site. With the fake jungle in the hallway and the elevator for a door. With the expensive rug and the tiger skin on the sofa. With the plasma TV and access to all the pornography in the world. I walk in, alone. He's paid Ivan in advance for whatever I'm requested to do. I want to sprint out of there, but I know the limo is downstairs, waiting for me or for a call from the unsatisfied customer upstairs. I know that if I make a wrong move, Alexeyena, Alex and Ryo will be the ones to pay.
A famous congress man. Or so he tells me as he begins to kiss my shoulders and neck. I close my eyes and think of Ryo but an immediate sense of guilt takes over and I shudder. I can't go through with this anymore - I tell myself - I just can't. I can't lie to Ryo, I feel as if I'm betraying him in some way. But I'm not. It's hard to explain. He's fucking me, not making love to me, there's a difference.
To fuck a person is to just satisfy your carnal desires, to ease the beast within you. It's just that - sex. No attachments, no feeling, going nautral, going on automatic, oh yeah baby, do it like that, yes, yes, more, more. To make love is to give a little piece of your soul in every second you spend with the one you love. Each touch, each kiss means everything, it means your heart belongs to this person, that your entire being belongs to this person. You cannot think, you can only feel. Extasy is there, and you reach nirvana with a single touch, with a simple look. And I embrace the image of Ryo so pieces of my soul don't get tangled and lost.
I feel him achieve his climax inside me and I arch beneath him, half hating myself for not being able to separate my body from carnal pleasure, and this feeling is with me long after the limo takes me back to The Raven; a feeling I still carry long after the taxi drops me home, long after I just sit on the steps, feezing weather, just gazing at the sunrise, where Alexeyena finds me right before she goes to the store to buy some milk for baby Alex, whom she has left in the care of Mrs. Norris, our nice upstairs neighbor.
"Gaiev?" she asks. I hand her a handfull of money.
"Buy whatever you need," I say.
"But---"
Doesn't matter.
It's Saturday. tonight, I'll have Ryo in my arms again. and everything will be alright.
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Sooo? What ya' think? Review! Next chapter? Dorian and Ryo get information about the Choir as another murder happens, and Ryo gets the first warning from Ivan.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying this story! I'll do my best to keep you interested! ^.^
Translations
Slut. Everything's gonna be alright. Remember, I'm always next to you. I'm always next to you, you are not alone, Gaiev. everything's gonna be alright. I love you. remember I love you.