No Place For Love│Fyolai│BSD

His Plan

Dostoevsky hurried to attach his knees together before he put his small hands on his painfully skinny laps. This was his usual way of sitting as his back bended over his legs, somehow similar to a beautifully designed Arce. yet this position reminded Gogol more of a cooked shrimp as he let out a short laugh with this image at the back of his mind.

"In order to achieve my big goal of cleaning Yokohama of it's sinners I already messed with the city a little  by accessing Moby Dick's controls to force the truly impressive warship into a free-fall upon the city. Eventually, the crach been interrupted by this were-tiger boy who returned the wheal to it's place in the sky"  Dostoevsky quickly went through all of the accomplished steps as he saw his dear Fool slowly calming down as he thought would happen.

"I already know what huppend! I want to know whats comming next!" Gogol couldn't handle the curiosity.

"Right now I have put my hands on a quarter of the Guild's funds as well as encountered with Nathaniel Hawthorn so now we are working together to help each other as long as Margaret Mitchell gets proper treatment" Fyodor continued Patiently, knowing what he does to his 'dear friend'.

"What is your plan, Fyodor? quit messing around with me!" finally Gogol lost his patience just like the well known 'Devil' pland it to happen.

"I am getting to that, dear, please don't loss your patience with me. I love to think of all the things I have already accomplished, it leaving me with good feeling inside my cheat" he faked a short wailing as his face remined completely emotionless, as it always been, yet it was real enough to make the clown nervous about his words, as always.

"The next step is very important, so it was planned perfectly to decrease all kinds of danger," Dostoevsky had to punish Gogol somehow, and he decided to make him do the thing he hated most - wait. "I am planning to be captured by the Port Mafia and more specifically by a man named Ace, who is holding place as one of the five famous mafia executives. I believe that they will be stupid enough to lock me in their underground prison that I already remember every corner of it. Leter on, they will take me directly to this person, and that will be the moment when I will make him stab the mafia's back in order to joining our forces together to destroy the mafia".

"And what is he wouldn't be interested in leaving the Mafia for your benefit? Also, how can you be so sure that this Ace will be the one that will put his hands on you, and not some other executives of the organization? One that could actually kill you without thinking twice?" unlike his beloved friend, Gogol couldn't be one hundred present sure that everything will work as Fyodor planed even if he was exposed to countless successes.

"This is simple, Dear, first of all, there aren't really five executives any more, but only four because the fifth one is now a detective that works for a different organization. In addition, I already discovered that this man if filled completely with his pride, which gives me the confidence that he will not let such of an opportunity to slip away between his fingers like golden sand".

"I am still not sure how good this idea really is, but- " he were suddenly interrupted as Fyodor put his cold and torn up from his teeth finger upon his full lips.

"But I am trusting everything you do, Fyodor, even if I am blind and deaf, I will always follow your words" Dostoevsky completed his words as he grinned wildly. He knew that this pathetic clown will worry about him as he usually does, even if there weren't any reason to do so.

"Anyway, you disturbed me once again" the Russian sighed loudly while leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs together.

"I am sorry, Fyodor".

"Go and make me another cup of tea if you are really sorry about interrupting me again." he replied with cold voice while he followed the man as he jumped from his chair towards the kettle which luckily hadn't cooled down yet.

"There is no way that my plan wouldn't go as I planed. He may as well reject my offer, and in that case he will be killed while using his own hands to do so" a gentle smile suddenly raised on his face as he received the hot cup from Gogol's hands, "thank you, dear".

"Can I get a kiss in return?" Nikolai banded a little towards Fyodor as he already imagined him saying 'yes'.

"Why should I give you something in return as if you were the one who had to something in order to do good with me after you rudely cut my word-" again he couldn't finish his sentence because his lips were blocked with Gogol's who this time really crossed the line. So Fyodor didn't even think twice before he garbed the man's long braid to pull it away, luckily, Gogol couldn't resist to that even if he really tried to.

"What are you think you're doing? You dirty, disgusting animal?" his glance, sharp as needles stubbed Gogol's skin as the man tried to get away from Dostoevsky's grip of his long hair but there was no use of it because the Russian were really irritated right now, and he made that even more clear by leaving a ringing slap on his check, a slap so strong that that a red mark appeared shortly afterwards on Gogol's check while the color blanded well with the light make up on it.

That coused the clown to finally back of as far from Dostevsky as he could, while he hurried to cover his burning check with his big hand. Obviusly, he didn't expect to be slaped by him after a childish kiss, ecpasially not after all the thing they had done to eachother in the bed, under the countless amount of blankets.

"You really are lossing the grip of yourself. I can't let that continue as long as it puts my plan in danger" Dostoevsky stood up from his chair without throwing another glance at Nikolai who sat across the room with offended face. Yet, that didn't make the Russian to go easy on his as he once again grabed a strand of his hair in order to drag the annoying clown towards their bad room, as Gogol realized immediatly that his is in great danger.