☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 6~☆

Yao put all his effort into stopping himself from crossing his legs like he would do at home. It'd make him look feminine and probably obscene, like a moderately cheap prostitute in a meeting with her boss.

And he wanted to look stern and formal.

Holding the steaming tea cup from the Westerner's hand, he took a small sip and looked up at him; ignoring the burning in his tongue from trying his beverage too soon.

"So... Yao, is it? Kiku's brother?"

Yao nodded, unconsciously staring into the bully's brother's eyes. They were a bright, hypnotizing green, with small pupils that dug into Yao's vulgar, dark eyes.

"How is Kiku feeling? Is he better?"

The Chinese man felt a sting of pain digging into his chest, tearing through his flesh and organs. Ignoring an excruciatingly torturous shiver, he gulped his fear down and gave a small shrug off.

"Getting better, I guess..." He tried to keep his voice from trembling. "He still has to wear bandages, the doctor said it was a deep gash..."

The green-eyed man's face scrunched in a worried frown, taking a sip of his horribly Western tea. "Still? I'm so sorry to hear, Yao. I'll make sure Alfred learns to respect others, he should learn from his brother. Of course, I'll pay for anything Kiku needs for his healing."

Alfred's brother's voice was smooth and kind at first, but it sounded fake and ironic to Yao. "Hm. That's right. Thank you, Mr. Kirkland."

"Just Arthur, please," The British man's eyebrows arched up from a soft smile in his lips. Yao averted his gaze and nodded, sighing in slight annoyance.

The conversation went on, about what could Alfred's punishment be, and how the Kirkland family could help the Wang.

Kindly offering his help, Arthur also defended Alfred over Yao's pain and anger; and that set Yao's nerves on fire. Alfred could have killed Kiku, and politeness was all Arthur cared about. It was desperating.

When the meeting got to an end, Yao sighed in tiredness and relief. Led out by a smiling British man, he bowed his head goodbye before starting to walk away. Arthur bowed in return, flashing a one-sided smile at him.

Yao was both annoyed and attracted towards his flawless smirk and his radiant eyes. Arthur was indeed an attractive man to Yao's eyes, but also a terribly bothering one too.

The Chinese man walked out as quickly as he could, not wanting to see the kid who injured and psychologically tortured his brother.

Practically running home, for once he forgot -or didn't want to remember his date with Ivan. He was focused on getting home, on seeing Kiku again.

The boy was sitting at the living room table, his gaze locked in his science textbook. Everything was still the same, except for a slightly bloodstained bandage across Kiku's face, that covered a goreish cut.

"Welcome home, Yao-nii," He said softly, looking up at him. His eyes... were now different. Sadder and in pain, but they also shone with a new, unknown determination. For peace? For courage? For vengeance? No one could tell; not even Kiku.

Yao felt his heart drop at such an unhopeful sight, at the guilty feeling on his chest. He wrapped the Japanese teenage in his arms, frowning and pressing a soft kiss against his temple. He could feel Kiku squirming into his hold, probably hating him for not doing anything before this happened.

"How are you feeling, Kiku?" He asked softly.

Against all of Yao's thoughts, his younger brother flashed a soft smile at him. "I'm better, Yao-nii... I'll be okay, stop worrying-" "No, Kiku. It's my fault he hurt you, i-if I just told that monster's brother earlier..."