Author's Note : WOW THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE. High School is a bitch, to say the least.. and I hope to get the next chapter up before I go to a convention next month. HOPEFULLY TWT
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and I just realized that this is one of the shortest chapters so far. TnT For some reason that makes me sad. . .
The next morning came far too soon. Every muscle in Toris's upper body ached. The brunette would have given anything for another hour or two of sleep. Antonio's cheery voice didn't help the fact that Toris really wanted to be left alone to handle the pain on his own.
As soon as Toris walked out the door into the hallway, he was greeted by Feliks and, oddly enough, Raivis. The brunette sighed.
"Took you long enough," Feliks grumbled. "Let's go."
Toris was about to ask where the hell they were going when last nights events flooded back into his still half-conscious mind.
Feliks grabbed Toris by the elbow, causing the brunette to flinch. The Pole just chuckled.
Raivis stayed by his brother's side, trying to help the brunette stay on his feet.
Feliks led the two into a hallway leading away from Ivan's office.
"W-Where-?" The brunette began.
"His other office." Feliks said.
"His other office..? How many-" Toris asked, again getting cut off.
"Four."
"Four?"
"Look," Feliks sighed. "If you're just going to repeat everything I say in a question..." The blonde bit his lip. "Well, just shut the fuck up."
Toris chuckled. "Thanks for bieng so nice about it."
"You're welcome." Feliks replied curtly as he opened a small door and let Raivis step inside. Toris followed.
This office was a vast improvement over the other. Three of the walls were lined with bookshelves filled with books. The last wall was a window. Floor-to-cieling glass, looking out over the Braginski estate's grounds. There was infinetely more light in this office, most of it natural, making Toris's brown hair fill with fiery hilights.
The brunette noticed four others in the room with them. Tino and Berwald stood near one of the bookshelved walls to Toris's right, and standing nearest the glass wall were Antonio and Romano.
Before the brunette had the chance to ask Feliks what Antonio and Romano were doing here, an overlt cheery voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Privet!" Ivan let out a low chuckle menacing enough to make Toris shiver. "Ah.. I assume you want all of the details, da?"
"Damn straight we do." Romano said, crossing his arms nd stepping in front of the Russian's desk. "Why the fuck am I here anyway, Braginski?"
So he doesnt know either..?
Ivan chuckled again, making the Italian back down slightly. "Ah.. I shall explain in time, dear Lovino..." The russian took a book off of one of the shelves to his right and took out a piece of paper and a photograph, He set these on his desk.
Feliks took the paper and read it quickly.
Toris glanced at the photograph. A muscular blonde man stared back at him. Squared off glasses were positioned on the bridge of the man's nose and he had electric blue eyes. The man couldn't have been older than twenty.
"Alfred F. Jones." Feliks said in a slightly amused tone.
"You've got to be shitting me." Lovino groaned. "This can't be happening."
"Da, Romano~" Ivan smiled. Your brother will be happy to see you."
Antonio giggled. "It's a small world, si, Romanito?~"
Romano walked toward the door. "Fuck this."
"Romano." The russian growled. The italian shook slightly.
"Get back over here."
The italian did as he was told.
"Now then," Ivan continued, his tone of voice a startling contrast to how it was before. "Any questions?"
"Y's 'v'n." Berwald grunted. "' th'nk 'm g'ng t' s't th's 'n' 't."
The Russian frowned. "And why would that be. Berwald?"
"' d'nt p'rt'c'l'rly g't 'l'ng w'th 'n' 'f h's w'rk'rs..." Berwald said quietly. Ivan merely laughed.
"Then this shall be interesting, da?" he chuckled. "I'm sure Mikkel will be surprised as well."
The Swede's face reddned slightly as the Russian said that name. Tino patted the taller man's chest but said nothing to comfort him.
"The plane will take all of you to Canada and one of his workers with take both you and the product to his estates. You will stay there for a few days before returning with the payment to me." Ivan's smile never wavered. "It's a routine deal. Nothing Feliks hasn't handled before, da?"
Toris glanced at the blonde, who was smiling slightly.
"Of course Ivan, even with the Lithuanian holding us back."The Pole smirked.
Toris was shocked that Feliks had just said that.
"But Toris shall try his best, da?" Ivan smiled.
"O-Of course, I-Ivan.." The brunette stuttered.
Ivan chuckled. "Good. You may leave now, da?"
Feliks pulled Toris out of the office quickly. As soon as he was fully out the door, the brunette jerked his arm out of the blonde's grasp.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Toris whispered fiercely.
Feliks chuckled. "It's true. You hold us back."
"Then why do you even bother?" The brunette retorted.
Feliks replied with a light punch in the stomach. "Because it's my job. Come on, let's go."
"Go where?" Toris growled.
"The garden. You're sore. I'm not that mean." Feliks chuckled.
Toris looked at Feliks suspiciously, but agreed.
The Pole led Toris through the house and out through double doors into a garden that was in the midst of fall.
Toris could already see Ismael and Sadiq pulling up weeds in a nearby patch of sunflowers.
Feliks pulled the Lithuanian through an arch into a clearing - no more than tenty feet wide by twenty feet long- completely barren save for a hige oak tree, directly in the center.
The Pole walked to the tree and without hesitation took off his shoes and climbed up onto a branch at about Toris's eye-level. The blonde smirked as Toris stood there awkwardly.
"You dont expect me to climb up there, do you?" the brunette asked.
The blonde laughed. "Not unless you want to."
Toris instead decided to sit down at the base of the tree instead. Feliks's bare feet were a few inches in front of the brunette's face.
Feliks hopped off the branch and sat next to Toris, their shoulders touching slightly.
"So no training today?" Toris asked.
Feliks laughed quietly. "Nope."
"Why not..?"
The blonde glared at Toris playfully. "Are you, like, complaining?"
Toris's eyes widened. "N-No!"
"Good."
They stayed there for a few minutes, completely comfortable in the silence, until Toris heard someone - quiet footfalls that were the only sound besides Feliks's breathing and the sound of his own heartbeat. Both looked up at the entrance to the clearing. White hair, pale skin, and violet-red eyes met Toris's gaze. He could see Feliks blush lightly out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey Feliks." The German said loudly, a smirk plastered to his sickly white face.
Toris wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off the albino's face.. Again.
Feliks rolled his eyes. "Fuck you."
Gilbert chuckled. "You already have."
Feliks blushed deeper.
Toris growled. "What do you want, Gilbert?"
The albino scoffed. "None of your business. Get out."
The brunette stood up swiftly, as if to fight with the German, but instead angrily left the clearing.
When the brunette was halfway back to the house, he heard Feliks screaming at Gilbert to leave him alone, but that was quickly cut off.
Toris nearly sprinted back to the house, and had to push the thoughts about what could be happening back in the clearing out of his mind.
And for reasons Toris didn't yet understand, those thoughts made his heart swell and his mind go into a fit of jealous rage.
The entire house was quieter than Toris had ever heard it. The intercom was completely silent. The brunette felt alone, helpless. Almost like there was no one around to hear him scream.
Toris quickly walked to an elevator before he let his mind wander too much. As he pressed the buttons that would take him back to his floor, the brunette felt uneasy. That feeling of uneasiness didn't let up until Toris reached the door to his room, inserted his key card into the slot, and opened it. As the brunette felt the almost too-damp air caress his face and the exposed areas of his neck, the Lithuanian felt at home.