The snow crunch under hid boots as he walked the last few feet up to his house. The wind had picked up on his way back, picking up what snow on the ground wasn't frozen and mixing it in the air with the newly falling flakes. When he finally began to clomp up the concrete steps, his creepy smile felt frozen to his face.
"Toris!" He began yelling at the door, kicking it with his foot hard enough to loosen the snow in the tread of his boots.
"Open the door Toris! If you don't I'll tell Raivis about the nest of spiders und-" Suddenly the door burst open revealing a brunette man wearing a white half-apron who'd obviously been in the middle of making dinner, judging from the smells wafting from the house.
"Why couldn't you just open the door Ivan?" He asked of the taller man, exasperated.
"My hands are full." Ivan replied cheerfully. It was then Toris noticed what-or more acurately whom- Ivan was carrying.
"Ivan, what in the name o-"
"Are you going to move so I can get in or what? It's very cold out here Toris." Ivan cut him off with an edge to his voice that implied if Toris didn't move he was going to be out in the snow. Toris quickly moved aside, his green eyes trying to see if the person Ivan was carrying was dead or not. He certainly looked dead, a blue tint colored his face and lips.
"Don't tell the others, tell them I've asked you to help with something then come to my room." Ivan ordered as he started up the stairs. Toris sighed and did as Ivan had told him, heading to the kitchen to inform the other two house servants.
"I'm guessing Ivan's home?" Eduard,the eldest, asked as he noticed Toris walk in.
"Yep." Toris responded with a sigh, taking off the half apron he'd been wearing and hanging it on a peg on the wall.
"Why couldn't he have stayed out longer?" Raivis asked with a wail. The smallest and youngest of them, Raivis was immensely scared of the tall man.
"I have no clue, but he wants me to help with something." Toris turned to face them.
"Finish up dinner, get yours, and if I'm not down here by then, put covers on the left overs I'll take care of those." He walked out of the room, trying to hurry up to avoid Ivan's anger. The strangest things set him off and his anger was not a sight to see.
"Ivan?" Toris knocked cautiously before he opened the door to the large room Ivan had claimed as his.
"Ah, Toris, so you actually decided to come up here." Ivan said cheerfully though a edge of iron was beneath it. He had uncermoniosly dumped the- well Toris had no clue what to reffer to the man as- on the small couch that leaned up against the wall. As he walked over there, he tried to think what could have possessed Ivan to carry home some strange person.
"So...what are we supposed to do?" Ivan asked as Toris picked up the small man's wrist to check to see if he was even alive, no use trying to help a dead man.
"First we need to get him warm, try to prevent hypothermia." Toris responded as he felt a faint pulse.
"Shouldn't we stop the bleeding?"
"What bleeding?" Ivan held out his arms to show the scarlet on them from where he had carried the man out of the snow.
"I think his back's bleeding."
"Well then, we need to take off his shirt to see how bad the damage is." Toris replied calmly, though his stomach churned from the amount of blood on Ivan's coat. Just as he reached for the man, he groaned and opened his eyes to slits.
His first impression was the warmth of wherever he was it was almost over bearing on his cold skin. He opened his eyes to slits, the light in the room still making them sting even though he barely had them open. It was then that he realized that there was other people in the room and they were speaking to him in a foreign language. Russian, they're speaking Russian. He groaned inwardly he hadn't spoken Russian in years. Now that he was listening closely he was beginning to make out words. Safe...snow...bleeding...The brunette man in front of him spoke softly, stuttering almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, he switched over to English, explaining everything he had said in Russian.
"I can speak Russian you know." the white haired man said irritably in Russian. He sat up slowly, ignoring the pain in his side. It was then that he noticed the other man in the room. Tall and blond the man stared at him with a childlike curiousity. It hit him then, the blond man with blood on his coat sleeves, mixed with memories from his past. You are mine a dark voice whispered in his head and the small injured man leaped backwards over the couch we was on and landed in the floor, scuttling backwards to get away from the man.
Toris was surprised, he'd never seen anyone move that fast, let alone while injured. The injured person in question was now standing, fury in his oddly red eyes. He let out a string of what sounded to be German curses directed over Toris's shoulders. At Ivan.
"Ivan would you please lea-" Toris began trying to get Ivan out of the room to see if that would calm the injured man down. Judging from the amount of blood on Ivan sleeves his injuries were serious, and if he got worked up he could very well bleed out.
"I will not be ousted out of my own room." Ivan said from behind him. Ivan moved closer to the white haired man, ignoring his distress.
Closer he's getting closer. Too many thoughts clashed in the injured man's head. He kept his eyes fixed on the Russian's eyes, the man who had been called "Ivan". Then it hit him, suddenly enough that it felt like a physical blow. "Ivan's" eyes were a strange color, reminiscent of lilacs. Not dark purple, not the color of bruises, not the same as the man from so many years ago. Relief washed over him, and he dropped his guard, the loss of blood finally registering. As his knees buckled, Ivan grabbed his arm to keep him from falling.
"Toris help get him back to the couch, hmm?" The small brunette man -Toris- got on the other side of him and helped Ivan carry him back to the couch.
"Will you tell us your name?" Toris asked softly as he was lowered to the couch.
"Gil...My name's Gil." The white haired man hissed out before everything went black again.
A/N Hello! Thanks for taking time to read this! Sorry it's taking so long to update I mostly write this at school and I've been sick for the past week. ^^; This chapter decided to be short, so not much has happened other you get to see the Baltics and have Gil freak out *evil laugh* The song for this uneventful little chapter is "Song from a Secret Garden" I have no clue who it's by. Please review!