☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 11~☆

Yao's face was damp with tears, streaming down from his very wide eyes and dripping down his chin, just adding to the shower waterdrops on his chest. His head felt light, the room spinning around him and having to sit on the bed as he could no longer feel his feet, guided by Toris' gentle hold.

"I-Ivan is only letting us live over b-because of...?"

Toris gave a firm nod. "Yes. Because of Kiku,"

Yao's chest shook with a sob, his voice wavered. "I-I'm leaving him!!" The yell died within the room walls, like a crooked thunder in a stormy night.

Toris shook his head, taking his canteen and holding it to Yao for him to drink. "You mustn't. The Braginski are dangerous, Yao; they would track you down wherever you were, they would only kill Kiku, but also you,"

Yao's glare fixed on the servant the instant he pronounced his brother's name. He quickly softened and declined his drinking offer with a shook of his head. "If I stay, Kiku will die... No, Toris!! He's the person I love the most, he can't just die!" He choked slightly on his words, feeling his throat burning and his heart pounding heavily at the mere thought of Kiku.

His beloved little brother.

The boy who survived a mafia once, and would do it again.

"Look, Yao. The Blood Union's head is Sergey. He's the one who seeks revenge, his son only wants his attention," Toris got hold of a silk handkerchief and unfolded it with gentle motion, tending it to Yao. "There's only something you can do to guarantee your and Kiku's safety..."

Yao's eyes widened at Toris' announcement, thanking the tissue with a bow and wiping his thick tears with it. He frowned at the soft touch, feeling guilty, for this piece of precious fabric wasn't cut out to wipe a poor man's tears. "W-What is it?" His voice was calm, his spirit broken. "I'll do anything..."

The Lithuanian man had to hold back a grin, that would be the first one on his lips since Feliksi's death; his eyes narrowing contentedly. "Join the Mission."

"The... Mission?" Yao's eyes shot up to Toris' face, narrow in confusion and then widening in surprise as an idea of what it could be started to form in his mind.

"Servants here aren't just dumb lambs coming to eat at the wolf's house, Yao," Toris spoke, confirming Yao's theory. "We have a plan to destroy the Braginski. And you could be a very important piece in it. We have a meeting in the basement tonight. At midnight. Come and join us--"

A soft flick, inaudible for Yao, stopped the slave's tongue and pushed a slight grin into his lips. "The lights are on again." He blinked slowly as a way to stop the conversation. "I hope you enjoyed your shower, Mr. Wang,"

The next sound the cameras could get were Toris' steps towards the door.

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"C'mon, Kiku! Get up!"

Kiku grunted, holding his swollen cheek and hoping the impact didn't reopen his scar.

The rubbed his skin as he pulled himself back up, opening his glaring eyes to find the boy who had kicked that ball.

Instead, he could only see Alfred's round, bright blue eyes, staring worriedly into Kiku's dark orbs.

"You alright, dude?" As soon as Alfred's hand motioned to feel the hurt cheek, Kiku grabbed his wrist weakly and tried to stop it, not used to stopping Alfred's will.

"Yeah... I'm okay, don't worry so much about me getting hit," He decided to let a hurtful remark go. "I'm not used to."

If it had caused any affect on the American boy, it didn't seem like it at all. He let out a cocky giggle and ruffled Kiku's hair, for much of the shorter teenager disgust. "We're buddies now, aren't we?"