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Trouble on the date?

June 3

Yao ran down the street he knew he was late and the meeting took longer than he expected. He huffed and puffed all the way down dodging and weaving through people as he finally came to his destination. It was just a plain diner but Yao let out a smile. He was about to walk in when another man bumped into him. "Yíhàn aru," he said suddenly. He felt something slip out of his pocket; he looked at the ground and saw the back of a photo. It was the picture Ivan had given him. He picked it up looking at the man with black straight short hair and soft brown eyes. He was very white but had a scar across his right cheek.

"Sorry 'bout that mam," he said to him. The man also seemed to have picked something off the ground and walked off.

He was about to correct him but the man already left and if he kept Ivan waiting any longer he would be in trouble. Yao smiled and walked inside the diner slipping the picture back into his pocket. He looked around to see a waving hand he smiled and made his way to the red booth where Ivan sat. It was where they usually sat it was in the corner and a wall was to each side. It was more of a private area for the both of them. "Hello Ivan aru," said Yao as he slid into the booth. Ivan wore his usual base overcoat and gray scarf that wrapped around his neck. It was fall so it was okay for him to wear it and not look so…awkward.

"Hello Yao-Yao," Ivan said with a childlike smile. A waitress who seemed to be in her early thirties came up to the booth and laid two menus out in front of them.

She had black hair and a very bright shade of pink lipstick that clashed with her white skin. She had brown eyes and wore a blue diner's outfit with a white waist apron. She popped her gum loudly, "What would you like to drink?" She said with an annoying high-pitched voice.

"Tea please aru," Yao said.

"Nothing, thank you." Ivan replied to the lady.

"Be right back," she said as she left the two alone.

"You're a bit late today was everything okay?" Ivan said looking at Yao who was already scanning over the menu lazily since he's seen it over a thousand times already. He probably knew it by heart too.

"Yes I'm fine the meeting just ran longer than I thought aru," he said. Ivan only nodded not needing to look over the menu but took out his usual bottle of vodka he carried with him. That was also another reason why they had this spot so no one could see him drink his devilish delight; after all it was a family friendly diner. "How has work been for you aru?" he asked Ivan.

"Good, it seems better than usual at least." He said with a small smile. The waitress came back with Yao's tea and took down their orders. Ivan also noticed a man who sat right behind Yao, although it did bother him just a bit since there were so many more opened booths he could have picked. He glared a moment and he saw the man shiver, he got up and moved a booth down. Ivan only smiled as Yao looked at him confused.

He found the target in the picture. A tall man with platinum blond hair and violet eyes, he just had to get some information and then he could corner his target. He slipped the picture back into his leather jacket and sat back in the booth. He could still hear their conversation which was good. He learned they would meet up again in two days at a fancy restaurant known as The Golden Goose. He wrote this down on a little note pad, this should give him plenty of time to plan his attack.

June 5

Yao sat on his front porch waiting nervously for Ivan. He knew they have been on dates before but he always got nervous before he arrived. Soon the black sleek car pulling up and out walked Ivan with his usual bright smile, he wore a nice buttoned up shirt that was red and some black pants with some very nice shoes. Surprisingly he wasn't wearing his scarf, "Hello, are you ready?" he spoke walking up to the front porch. He stopped on the first step of the porch. The distance was short but this way they were the same height. For a moment Ivan looked over Yao he loved to see him. He wore a nice long sleeved buttoned up shirt as well. With some regular slacks and nice shoes his long black hair was in a pigtail and slightly went over his shoulder. Even in the darkness outside Ivan could see Yao's beautiful complexion and white ivory skin. Yao nodded with a slight blush and Ivan wrapped his arms around his waist bringing him in close and giving him a kiss. Yao only responded by wrapping his arms around his neck and soon they walked hand in hand to the car.

He was able to get into the Golden Goose easily posing as a couple of workers along with some of his crew. Now all it was just a waiting game. Soon he would have his prize.

They walked into the restaurant and Yao eyes lit up. It really was a beautiful restaurant. It had a giant blue and white water fountain in the middle. The walls were all a light blue with chandeliers hanging gently down from the roof. Yao took in the beautiful scene as they were walked to a separate room the curtain was a light blue with sparkles but it was hard to see through. Yao sat down at one end of the table that had a candle in the middle and the light blue table cloth underneath it. In the middle just underneath the candle was a basket of bread. "This is amazing aru," Yao said smiling.

Ivan could feel his heart race, "I'm glad you like it," he said softly. He reached his hand over the table and grabbed a hold of his. The menus on the table were then flipped open although neither of them removed their hands and instead intertwined their fingers together. A waiter came back and took down their orders and took back the menus. "You know we should do this more often," Ivan said.

Yao let out a slight laugh, "I think that's sounds good aru," Yao replied back. Just then another waiter entered the room.

"Excuse me are you a Mr. Ivan?" the blond waiter said.

Ivan turned, "Yes why do you ask" he replied back with his childlike face.

"You have a phone call in the office for you, from a Mr. Putin," he said.

Ivan only sighed looking apologetically to Yao. "Go take it, it must be important aru." He said gently smiling back. Ivan smiled back getting up and following the young blond. Yao sat there patently just as his phone rang. He took it out and looked down it was a message from Feliciano. He frowned what could this possibly be about. He didn't want it to be like last time with that very disturbing picture of him and his brother. He shuddered at the thought. Just then rolled in a cart and a man pushing it. Yao looked at the man just as he lifted up white cover that draped over the sides of the cart and two men with guns came out. They both pointed the guns straight at Yao.

"Put the phone down," said one of the men. Yao who was shocked at first put the phone down calmly and looked straight at the table. The two men went behind him pointing the gun at his head. The man who was pushing the cart he soon realized who it was. He recognized the scar on the cheek from the other day at the diner. It was the man he had ran into.

"Hello there I think we bumped into one another the other day. My names Harold nice to meet you," He said with a sadistic smile. Yao only kept his face straight not saying a thing. The man sat on the table, "Who would have thought right?" he said laughing. "On any level if you're little boyfriend doesn't give us what we want…well he's not the only thing that will die tonight." Yao eyes widened, these men were planning to hurt Ivan?

"Just what do you want aru?" Yao asked.

Harold laughed, "Nothing much just some money that's all. But if he doesn't…" he made his forefinger into a fake gun, "Pow," he said pointing it straight at Yao's head. "Don't worry though we'll make sure he dies too so you won't have to be the only one." He got off the table and sat in the seat Ivan was sitting in grabbing a bread form the basket and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Don't you dare touch him aru," Yao said gripping his pant leg. He clenched his teeth and put his head down. Harold only let out a laugh.

"Or else what?" he said smiling and looking straight at Yao. Yao smiled.

Ivan followed the blond into an office. What the hell could his boss want? He told him he had plans. He picked up the phone and then all of a sudden felt something else against his head. He listened on the phone no one was on the other line and he gently set it down. The blond only smiled. "If you want to see your little Asian girlfriend again I suggest you cooperate."

Ivan eyed the man as three more man appeared. "Here's the thing," said another man. Ivan turned to see a tall man who was about a foot shorter than he was looking up at him. He had reddish hair with soft blue eyes and had on a crooked smile. He didn't have a gun but the blond and the two other men did. "You give us the amount of money we want and we let you and your little girlfriend go." He said smiling.

Ivan only raised an eyebrow, "You want to hurt my Yao-Yao?" he asked with his signature childlike smile.

The man raised an eyebrow as well but then let out a laugh. "You mean your girlfriend then yes we do. Only if you cooperate we won't lay a single finer on her. Although that also depends if she behaves." He said to him.

Yao only sat there for a moment the next thing Harold saw was both gunmen were out. With one swift move Yao had kicked the chair up grabbing it and swigging it to knock both gunmen out. He then turned toward the man who had his mouth opened and a piece of bread fell out. He quickly stood up facing him. Yao kicked him aiming for his head but he blocked it grabbing his leg and pushing it away. Yao regained his balance as the man suddenly took out a gun from his pant pocket. He stopped Yao in his tracks and pointed the gun at his head. "Get up you two," he growled as the men got up dazed. They quickly grabbed the guns and just as another real waiter came to check what all the commotion was all about there was a gun shot. Outside screaming could be heard as more people who posed as waiters took out guns and began shooting in the air telling them to calm down. "You certainly cause a lot of trouble don't you?" Harold said with a shit eating grin. Yao didn't look at him. Ivan… Qǐng fàngxīn, he thought as the barrel of the gun was pressed to his head.

Ivan looked at all the man, "What exactly would you like?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"All we want is some money that's all. Now if you just do as we say we can be done and over with it." Just then they heard shooting outside and all the men jumped except for Ivan. He was used to hearing gunshots so they no longer scared him. "Hey you go check what the hell is happening." The man said pointing to a man who walked out of the room. Then the man turned back to him, "I guess your little girlfriend didn't behave after all," he let out a laugh.

"You little bitch," Harold said. "You two go control the outside situation and get the guy to give us the money as quickly as possible." As soon as he barked the orders the two were gone. Harold took the gun and hit Yao across the face and he fell to the floor but Yao only looked up at the man who leaned over him and hit him once more with the bottom of the gun. Yao began to bleed from his mouth. He now sat on him, pointing the gun to his head. He was breathing heavily but was smiling. "You know your real pretty but a little too flat chested for my liking, and why are you wearing men's clothing?" Harold began to unbutton the shirt only to see ivory skin exposed underneath. He pursed his lips, "So you're a guy huh? What a shame you would have made a sexy woman." He laughed again. "Guess you had me fooled."

Inside the office Ivan looked at the blond man who held out a piece of paper, more like a check paper. He wanted him to sign it. Just as he was about to sign it someone walked in. "She's gone," the man said. Ivan stopped the pen just as it touched the paper.

The blond man laughed, "Guess your little girlfriend didn't behave herself."

Ivan's hair covered his eyes and he stood up straight. "Is that true?" he said with his thick Russian accent.

The man at the door only smiled, "Yup now just sign the paper and you can go," he said smiling.

Yao…is gone. Ivan could feel the anger build up inside of him. How could have I been so careless? He looked up at the men who all held their guns straight at him. Because of me…Yao's gone. He only smiled the crooked smile of a child and it sent shiver up all the men's back. Oni budut platit' vse. He began to move with incredible speed.

Harold held the gun to his head. Just then some more screams and gunshots came from outside and he looked up outside the curtain. What the hell, he thought. He looked out to see a man running in, it was one of the pretend waiters. "Sir the man…he…he's crazy," he said breathlessly.

"What the hell do you mean didn't I tell you to tell him that his little bitch over here was dead?" he said looking at him angrily.

Yao eyes widened. "You told him I was dead?" he almost whispered.

Harold only looked down at him, "Yea." Yao leaned his head back onto the floor. He let out a slight giggle that turned into laughter. "What the hell's so funny?" he said irritated.

"Nothing, just Ivan is very protective." He said smiling. Just then the man who stood holding the curtain was suddenly pulled back and through the curtain Harold could see a tall figure holding the man by his neck then almost as if it looked effortlessly threw him across the restaurant. Harold could feel his body go cold. The curtain moved and Yao looked up to see Ivan's violet eyes full of anger and sadness.

Ivan removed the curtain to see Yao still alive. Although he was happy for that, he was still pissed. A man he didn't know was on top of his Yao with a gun to his head. Yao was also bleeding from the mouth and his shirt was opened. Ivan moved closer, "Come closer and I'll shoot," Harold yelled desperately. Ivan only smiled looking up at the man; the stare was one from an evil smile to a serious evil. He looked at him and Harold suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe. He dropped the gun next to Yao and got off of him scooting back and hitting the table. "Yao, nǐ hái hǎo ma?" Ivan said to him although it sounded weird with a Russian accent. Yao only nodded his head getting up. "Good, now if you excuse me for a bit," he walked over to Harold grabbing him and then dragging him out of the room. Yao actually felt sorry for him for a moment before getting up and dusting himself off.

Yao could hear Ivan bang the man's head against a table then against a wall. He could hear a smashing of dishes, tables and chairs. He only sighed and slightly laughed picking up his phone once more. He knew the cops were already coming seeing as Ivan probably already took out all the other gunmen. He picked it up once more to read the text message Feliciano had sent him.

Ciao Yao I wondering if you could help me find a reception hall? Per favore text me if you can grazie!:)

Yao sighed he knew a lot of good halls just then a hand went onto his shoulder and he jumped. He turned to see Ivan and he smiled suddenly he was taken into a bear hug. "I'm glad you're okay." He could hear him say. Yao who was a bit surprised hugged back and left a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for worrying," he said as Ivan pulled away and he ran his hand gently through his hair. "By the way Feliciano asked if I could help him find a party hall, what do you think."

"For the wedding?" Ivan asked. Yao nodded. "Sure," he said simply.

Yao smiled, "That can wait until tomorrow, until then…." He pulled on Ivan collar bringing him down and kissed him on his lips. "Let's go home." He said smiling.

Yíhàn- Sorry

Qǐng fàngxīn- Please be safe

Oni budut platit' vse- They will (They'll) all pay

Nǐ hái hǎo ma?- Are you okay?

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