Lyubov Moya

Chapter 6

Fyodor found himself sitting on her bed. His purple eyes trained on her slender figure as she walk around trying to turn the room upside down finding something.

"Where's the medical supply here?" she mumbled.

The Man crossed his arms. This room does have any medical supplies, he knows that it's in a compartment under her bed, but he doesn't want to tell her. He's curious on what she's gonna do.

He can hear something ripping. She's ripping the hem of her shirt.

"That's not needed." He sighed he stood up and decided to lift the mattress off the bed frame.

She went to look at it and she found a small compartment hidden. She watch as he open it slowly revealing medical supplies.
"Whose Idea was this? Put the medical supply under the bed of the injured person?"

"Nikolai.."

Ah, she doesn't want any explanation anymore. That man is truly insane base in her observation.

She helped Fyodor on putting the mattress back.
"Sit still." she saw a little bottle and by the smell of the content she assumed that it's disinfectant.

She knows a thing or two from Lily because she always went back with cuts and bruised hands every time she practices with Felix when she was a kid. She made a mental note not to get injured because last time she went home limping Claude gave Felix a threatening gaze. 

She pulled out some cotton along with the disinfectant. She cupped his face as she gently dab the damp cotton on his cut. She can feel the man flinch a little.
"Maybe because of the disinfectant.." She thought.

This opportunity is rare, THE Fyodor Dostoevsky getting treated by someone. He hates the idea of someone touching him so he kill them instantly with his ability.

"Hello little boy, are you hurt?"

A small 3 year old Fyodor looked up to see someone. A woman not on her late twenties kneeled before him.

He lived in the slums of a small town in Russia struggling to live and breathe. His body is drained out of nutrients and he is pale as a paper.

His Parents.. His parents are gone living him alone. He had no close  relatives and his distant relatives does not want him.

This woman looks foreign, she's not from Russia.

"You'll freeze yourself to death." She sighed.

The woman grabbed her white  Ushanka hat and placed it on top of his head. It covered half of his face.
"There.. Keep it safe for me." She smiled.

"Fyodor.."

"Hmm?"

"That's my name.."

"Oh.. Then I am Yukimura Chihana."

She remind him of that woman from years ago. She rescued him and brought him into an orphanage. She visited him for a few months then she vanished. Maybe she got tired of seeing his face..

He cannot help but to flinch on her unfamiliar touch. It stings, the alcohol and his body is screaming.. The way she caress his face made his blood boil in a dangerous way.

"Stop." He harshly pushed her away. "Don't touch me."

He immediately went outside the room slamming the door shut. Anhasletticia was left dumbfounded on the floor.