Untouchable

Chapter Four - Eliminating Obstacles

As Alfred did his best to get dressed in a way that would draw Ivan closer to him, he pulled out the cute over sized sweater that read Nordstrom on it. He wore ankle length skinny jeans and black vans. 

The boring ride could've killed his enthusiasm but he chose to let it slide, upon seeing his prince's face. He watched him as closely as he could with excitement and sprinted off the bus before running up to Ivan and hugging him from behind.

" Hey! Ivan-!" "Ivan-aru!" 

Alfred stopped dead in his tracks. The unfamiliar figure walked up to Ivan and started to speak to him with a frown before Ivan replied back with a chuckle, making the Asian flush a little.

Who is that? 

Alfred's ears were filled with a high pitched noise that sounded like static. His heart raced in a beat that was not comforting at all. He felt his hands grow cold and tight. Trying mentally to draw out, to pin point just what this feeling was. Just what that sight made him feel from these physical reactions....enmity. 

Like a fly, he wanted to squash whatever lurked around his precious person. Nothing was to get in Alfred's way. He roughly drew his phone out of his pants pocket and swiped it left, revealing a secret picture of Ivan walking to work. He clicked onto one of his social media apps, one app that was used for the students at the university, and briskly he posted a question in the student source network. 

@CutiepieAmerican: Can anyone give me details on a 3rd-year student. He's short, Asian and has long black hair that's pulled up. Wear's glasses once in a while seemingly, and hangs around A tall Russian guy?

He tapped the back of his phone, nibbling lightly on the tip of his thumb, drawing out the pure annoyance that he felt towards the situation. He had to know right on the spot.

Ding.

He looked down at his screen and inwardly smiled. Such detailed information. 'Ah such idiots really do exist for the complex impurities of this world,' he chives mentally.

Scrolling through the small comment, the guy wrote some basics and one thing that made Alfred grow Infuriated was the words, Possible crush.

" Possible...crush...?" he stammered out in a sharp voice. His hand holding the phone shook in so much fury that he could've chucked it and not give a damn. 

He hears some girls laugh as they walked past him, without a care. Luckily snapping him out of his animosities state, he forced himself to remain with composure and rationally think of a plan. One thing was clear....that little mishap, would soon be erased from his existence and he could continue with his plans to win Ivan's, heart.

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As the day finished and classes were coming to an end. Yao looked up from his notes and noticed Ivan was still in the daze he had since the first period. 

" Hey! did you write anything down!?" he questioned in annoyance.

Ivan blinked and looked at him before down at his notes and sighing, " Ah...Net. Forgive me, my friend, I've just been...distracted lately."

Yao raised an eyebrow at him before he scoffed, " I think those flowers scents you're breathing in are making your head grow light and spacy-" he added while poking at the Russians head. To which his hand was slapped away.

" Ow. That hurt aru." 

Ivan eyed him and messed with his hair, earning some selective Chinese curse words thrown back before the two parted their ways outside of the classroom.  Yao fixed his bag and started walking out of the university area, he took his usual route which was to the subways. Granted it was a bit before rush hour would begin luckily for him.

What he didn't realize, was the lurking figure that remained five steps back, casually walking behind as if it were normal.  But when they reached the bottom of the steps to the subway, Something made him stop, as he saw a shadow right behind him on the ground. He was ready to shoot around to apprehend the person, but this figure was too quick. Yao's eyes widened as the man pressed some chloroform to his face, muffling out a panicked yelp, his world fading slightly. The only words that escaped from the perpetrator's surgical mask that sounded muffled and stuffy. 

"I'll do anything. To make him happy."

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