Why do things always end up like this?

Part 10

Ivan's POV

I sat in a chair near the window, my face emotionless, basically lying about my true feelings. All I could think about was what Kiku was doing to Yao... Those things I should do, not him.

I clenched my fist and brought it down hard on my leg, incredible pain shooting up my thigh bone, but I never flinched. Why should I? That pain wasn't near as bad as the pain from knowing who Yao truly liked.

That's when I saw Kiku walk out. That wasn't even a full two minutes in there with my Yao... Was the Chinese man not good enough for the use of this jerk? Was he not worth even five minutes? That blew it.

I stood up and stomped over to the Japanese man, grabbing him by the collar. I gave him a unsettling sweet smile as I glared him down. "We talk now, da? Come outside with me."

Kiku froze up, staring up at me. "W-Why?"

"We shouldn't ruin all of the party's fun with your blood on Alfred's carpet..."

Kiku looked like he might cry, but he glared up at me, shook my hand off, and walked towards the door with a grunted 'fine'.

Japan was obviously pissed. He showed his anger clearly, just like Yao. Must be some Asian thing...

I followed the steaming man out the door and shut it behind us before staring him down with my famous smile.

"What do you want?" He snapped, glaring at me fearlessly, but let's just say his shaking proved he wasn't as fearless as he acted.

"I just wanted to know why my Yao-Yao wasn't taken care of properly." I smiled at him, stepping towards him. I think I heard a door open and shut, but I'm not sure.

"W-What?"

"Did you even finish him off? Or is he still sitting in there, having to finish himself off?"

"... Are you talking about the spin the bottle game...? I... I didn't touch him... We agreed that it was wrong to go farther since we were intoxicated."

I hesitated. I could honestly see them both agreeing to that. "If that's true, I only have one question..."

"What is it?"

"Does he love you?"

"W-What?" Kiku asked, his eyes widening at the blunt question.

"Answer the question, da."

"I... I don't know... You'd have to ask him..."

That's it, I'm tired of playing games. "Do you like him?"

"Is that any of your business?" He snapped, but when I grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him up a few inches off the ground, he didn't look so defiant. Good. Only people I actually like can defy me and live.

"Tell. Me."

"M-Maybe... I don't know..."

"Okay... Now tell me, when you kissed him, did he enjoy it?"

"I think... I don't know..."

"Thank you Kiku, that's all I needed to know." I put him down on the ground gently and he straightened his collar put, looking angry again. I took a step out, then reached for what I had original brought to fight Alfred with out. I guess I can always buy more bullets and come back to fight him later... He would understand. After all, he had to reschedule a fight a few weeks ago.

I pulled the gun up to level with Kiku's head and smiled. "This should keep you away from my Yao-Yao, at least for a little while, da?" I said cheerfully as the Japanese man froze.