Happy Misunderstanding

Last chapter. I finally ended a multi-chaptered story for once. Not the best ending, but an ending none the less.

It's rochu week and I wrote a story for them. Should I post it here as well?

Which rochu should I continue next, hmmmm...

Either way, thank you to all who read.

Yao looked up and found Ivan drenched from head to toe in wet blood. Ivan's hair is matted as some blood congealed together forming little pieces of clots. Or are those his flesh? Yao don't know. His face is streaked from the metallic smelling red in close thin lines, while his white t-shirt is soaked, and pressing tightly against his chest that Yao can see his skin.

Yao opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak at this horrific scene in front of him. He swiftly wiggled his body free and moved away from Ivan.

'No..No.. I .. I'm a jinx. You're hurt. You can't love me. I-I hurt people that loved me.' Yao stuttered, shaking his head at his folly. 'No.. It's happening again. It's happening again.. It always end up like this.'

'Yao.'

'NO! Don't touch me!' Yao warned, slapping away Ivan's hands.

'Yao, I'm okay.' Ivan reassured, positioned at all fours towards the Yao sitting on the floor.

'No. You're not, you're.. you're dead.'

Ivan chuckled a little at the absurdity. 'Yao.. I'm not dead. Here, touch me.' he demanded, forcibly grab Yao's wrist and pulled it towards his cheek. 'Touch it.'

Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Yao finger finally touched Ivan's soft cheek covered in sticky red fluid.

'I'm alive Yao. I have loved you and I'm still alive. You have to accept me now, cause I'll be here forever.' he snickered deviously.

'B-but.. These blood..' Yao asked in disbelief.

'Speaking of these, I have to say you have a really bad neighborhood.' Ivan started, pulling the dazed Yao closer to his bloodied lap.

'So.. I was saying, your sister suddenly grabbed me from behind. Like this.' Ivan said, narrating his words with actions on Yao. He always wanted to be closer to Yao.

'And she took off my coat. Afterwards, she asked me to wait at the back of the building, saying that she would bring you down so that we can all talk about it. So I did. But God knows some asshole decided to douse a bucket of animal blood right onto me. I was utterly soaked and really angry.

I look up and the pair of hands bringing the bucket in, I was so pissed off that stomped back to the front, passing by the park. Thank god I did, and now I shall thank whoever threw the bucket of blood at me, because if not, this dumb kitten over here is really going to fall into this broken well. Do you know how deep that is?' he continued, pulling Yao closer at the prospect of losing his lover forever.

'Do you?'

'It's not your blood?' Yao asked again in disbelief.

'No, I'm serious.'

Yao looked away from Ivan's stare.

But Ivan caught the glimpse of uncertainties wavering in those eyes.

'Hey Yao.' Ivan sings a little, tilting Yao's head back towards him by his chin.

'Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let me into your heart, then you can start to make it better.'

Ivan quickly settled down onto the floor and gently lifting Yao's hands up his bloody lips. He continued his song 'Hey Yao, don't be afraid. I was made to go out and get you. The minute you let me under your skin, then you begin to make it better.'

Yao sniffed. Gaze lowering, before his head follow suit.

Tilting his head downwards to look at Yao, Ivan hummed 'And anytime you feel the pain, hey Yao, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool.'

Tear hold onto the rim of his eyes, blinking it away. Yao pouted 'Your singing is horrible.'

Ivan broke into a smile, pouncing onto Yao for a hug.

'Let all the bad things out Yao, and let me in, let my love for you into your heart. Please.' he whined, giving Yao his best puppy dog eyes. Something he always wanted to try on Yao for the longest time.

Yao finally reciprocated Ivan's love, by tentatively closing his arms around Ivan's chest. Slowly and slowly, that hug becomes tighter and tighter and Ivan knows, he knows that this time round, Yao will not let him go.

'I think I'm turning into a goldfish.' Yao grunted beneath Ivan. 'My eyes are so sore.'

'Hi goldfish, I'm Ivan. But from now on, you will never be a goldfish ever again. You will be a kitten, my kitten.'

'Who said I was going to be your kitten.' Yao replied indignantly.

'Me!'

'Ivan.'

'Yes?'

'Can you get off me?'

'Why!?'

'You reek of blood, and I think some got into my mouth.'

'OH! I'm sorry.' Ivan replied innocuously before scrambling up. Followed suit by Yao who stood right up. Awkward silence hung around them, although Ivan didn't seem to noticed it, and he continued his stare and smiles that are a tad bit too creepy at Yao, waiting for his verbal confirmation on the status of their relationship.

'Y-you should take a shower.' Yao broke.

Disappointed by Yao's response, Ivan pouted and whined 'Yaoooooo, tell me what's our relationship now.'

Yao looked up a little caught off guard by this question, but his face is obviously red and Ivan can tell that it's definitely not the blood that was rubbed on his face.

Yao is blushing, and it's so adorable, Ivan thought, still waiting for an answer.

'Uhh.. Our relationship..'

Ivan looked at him expectantly.

'Uhh.. Our relationship is.. it's.. it's whatever you want it to be' Yao muttered quickly and rushed past Ivan, heading towards his home.

Ivan's eyes trailed the shy boy and chased after him. He grabbed Yao's hands with his own sticky ones and proudly announced 'OKAY THEN, WE SHALL BE LOVERS.'

Yao didn't reply, because he didn't know how to. Doubts bites his mind, but his heart is already opened. He can only choose to accept things as they are now, at least, that is always the choice he secretly wanted.

'Oh, Yao. Move in with me. You have really weird neighbors.'