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This was it...

At least, that was what Ivan told himself as he opened the door, instantly regretting what he had done.

Ivan stood by the door, his eyes closed, waiting for death to overtake him, but...

Death never came.

Instead, a small cough caught his attention, making his mind scream with the fact that he could get away, he could still run or destroy whatever was in front of his door. Though, when he opened his eyes, everything was different and hard to take in.

There was a boy, about sixteen, standing in front of his door. The boy had acid green eyes and a type of dirty-blonde hair. He also had strangely large eyebrows. They stood there, staring at each other for a while, until Ivan, —who was very shocked at the moment— shut the door on the boy, breathing frantically at what had just taken place. He was taken out of his shock daze by a small knock on the door.

Scared and not able to think properly, Ivan opened the door, still expecting death to come and take him away, but like the first time, death decided not to come. The boy, was still there, however. Neither spoke a word, but their facial expressions were able to speak for them. Ivan stepped for in front of the door, letting the boy enter, and afterwards, shuting and locking the door behind them. Both seemed so accustom to the lack of noise that the two almost jumped when they heard the small dripping noise coming from Ivan's bathroom. Ivan, as much as he wanted to speak, then run and hide, he sat very still on the cold floor, staring at the other boy as he waited for a explanation.

"I-i-i, don't know what to tell you. Other than, my family and friends aren't real, at least, that's how it seems. They did everything I would expect them to do, but everything seemed off. I ignored it for the first few weeks, but by each pasting day, my suspicions grew higher and higher, and were finally broken by what happened yesterday. I-i, had been at school and I noticed how grim some of my friends were, especially my two closest ones, who's names were Alfred F. Jones and Francis Bonnefoy. When we had parted for our seperate classes, I followed them, and found them going into the teacher's lounge with Ms Lili, who had a rather strange look on her face —a sadistic one, if you're wondering. When they entered the room, the door was shut locked behind them, but I still heard and remember the exact words they said.

"You two have got to step it up!" Lili screamed at the boys.

"We're trying, but..." Alfred drifted off, giving Lili the opportunity to scream again.

"You're trying? You're trying! There are no 'buts' when you're under their authority, Alfred!"

"I-i-i..." Alfred tried to say, though, the words wouldn't come out.

"No, there are no buts. Either way, Arthur really is our friend, and we'll stick by him, no matter what." Francis said, speaking for the first time since they had entered the room.

"Defiance, eh? Let's see how defiant you two are when they come to get you, and replace you!" Lili shouted, cackling afterwards.

Everything else that was heard was maniac laughter and screams of my friends. It became more strange when my parents said my best friends were moving. I pretended for them, —with shock and sadness, as one would think— but as soon as I got to my room, I began to pack my things to leave. It wasn't easy to make an excuse, since I couldn't go visit my best friends —wherever they were and are— so, I waited until night fall. I grabbed my belongings, broke the window in the front of the house, jumped out and went on my way, avoiding every person I saw." the teenage boy finished, a little drained from explaining.

Ivan, on the other hand, was amazed and perplexed about what had happened. It was by chance that the boy had come here, and it was by chance, that the boy was like him. In the world, but just finding out the truth, as if all those years you lived didn't count. Ivan's suspicions were still there, but they reduced to a small fragement. Before he could say anything, Ivan had to think. Think about what he was going to say and why he was going to say it, since doing anything rash is as good as dying.

"Y-you can stay." Ivan stated quickly.

"Huh?" the teenage boy questioned, for he wasn't able to understand Ivan.

"You can stay here, with me, if you'd like." Ivan said slowly, hoping he wasn't falling into the enemies' trap.

"Really?" the boy asked, to which Ivan nodded. The boy gave him a small smile, —though it was layered with a hint of fear. Silence overtook the room, until the boy decided to make coversation.

"What's your name?"

"What?"

"I said, 'what's your name?' like, my name is Arthur Kirkland, what's yours?" the boy asked, adding more detail to his statement.

"Ivan Braginski." Ivan answered. He felt like he was laid out bare in front of the stranger, though he had only told him his name. His mind was mocking him of the memory of a time that he'd freely give out his name, smiling and laughing happily like others, unconcerned and unconcious of the lies and danger around him. Now that he was, he almost wished he had never found out the truth.

Almost.

"How old are you?" Arthur asked, bringing Ivan's thinking to an end. Ivan looked at the acid-green eyed male with suspicion and distrust, earning himself a confused look from the other male.

"Okay, I see how this will go. How about, I tell you about me first, then you tell me about you. Though it won't be anything too personal, alright?" Arthur tried to reasure, in a calm voice. Ivan nodded, the suspicion and distrust slightly leaving him.

"I'm sixteen, but I'll be turning seventeen in a few," Arthur stated, with his eyes, gesturing Ivan to take his turn. Ivan sighed but proceeded to 'spill the information'.

"I'm seventeen, but I'll be e-eighteen this year. I know because I've been keeping track of how long it's been since I..." Ivan drifted off, leaving Arthur 'on the edge of his seat'.

"You what?" Arthur asked out of pure curiousity, but then guessed what the taller male meant and added "Since you left Tríco, right?"

Let's just say, Ivan was inwardly panicking at the younger male's very words.

H-how? And why d-did he make that so easy to figure out? Why was he such an idiot, giving out all that information without a care in the world. He had too remember that the world wasn't the same as it had been..

At least, not in his eyes.

"Ivan? Are you okay?" Arthur questioned, taking Ivan out his paranoid-based thoughts.

"Да," Ivan replied without a second thought.

"You speak Russian?" Arthur asked, to which Ivan nodded.

"I can teach you," Ivan stated. "I mean, if you'd like" he added, not wanting to force the other male to do something he didn't want.

"I'd like that," was Arthur answer. He then made an excuse to start the lessons right away, desperate to learn more about this 'Ivan Braginski', and maybe even...

Become friends.

Sam-Chan: Heck yeah! Chapter two is finished! But, I make no promises on a fast update, so try to bare with me! XD

Translations:

Russian:

Да (Yes)