Hetalia - Axis Powers Fan Fiction ❯ Chased by Nightmare ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

He was being followed.

His feet started to walk faster. His senses sharpened even more, making him even more aware of the person following his back. His feet started to run, his chest thumping louder and louder. Wondering whether he was still alive, he turned back.

The shadow of a man. It was pitch black, but weirdly, he knew that the man was grinning behind him.

He ran faster. Through the woods, sometimes through long corridors, sometime open roads. But he was always alone, except for the man following him. And he was always being chased.

He couldn't speak. He wouldn't speak. His pride was too high to render him to ask any help. So he ran. Ran and ran. But the man's breathing sound came closer and closer. Always faster than his steps…

And then he felt two arms caught him and hugged his hips closer.

“…” The man whispered.

Yao opened his eyes, panting. It was the dream again. Being chased, always by the same person. A man. Not much taller than him. Just enough height for Yao to stand and put his head on the man's chest. The man was always in pitch black, like some kind of shadow. And Yao always woke up when his hips was captured.

He felt vulnerable. He seldom dreamed. But every time he dreamt about that dream, his day turned unbearable. And he could already see how—it was Monday, the first day of the week. He needed to be back to work.

Yao looked at the small digital watch beside his bed. It was three a.m. in the morning. Sighing, he rose from the bed and went to the toilet slash bathroom. He knew it was pointless to try and return back to sleep. He couldn't sleep back no matter how hard he tried. He guessed it was because his own fear of having to face the same dreams again.

Yao looked at himself in the mirror. Golden eyes stared back, watching his small nose and rosy lips. Yao bit his bottom lips. No matter how many times he saw himself in the mirror, he just couldn't get used to the fact that he got his mother's face. He disliked it because everybody looked down upon him because of that. His lithe and petite built didn't help either. Everybody always thought, silently, that it was a waste Yao was born as a boy. He wasn't that short, but since Yao never got his growth spurt, he was always being mistaken as a girl from the back. And he felt haunted by the face, as if his mother suddenly returned from the dead and watching him everytime Yao saw the mirror.

He hated the face so much.

But his looks sometimes helped him, although Yao felt ironic about it. Because of his looks, he was able to get the scholarship in his university. Because of his built, many of his professors desired him and Yao was able to get high marks or prolonged assignment-making period without a hassle. It wasn't like Yao wasn't smart enough, but with so little time and so many stuffs to do, sometimes there wasn't just enough time to finish his assignments.

He lived alone. It has been that way since he was conscious enough to think. He was born in a very traditional family where family pride was everything. And he was born from the mistress of the head family's master. Naturally, he wasn't accepted into the family. His mother was severely emotionally harassed by the first wife, leaving the said woman into channelling her misery and suffering onto her own son.

Being loved one second and hatred the next by one's own mother made Yao grew into a harsh and cold boy. He took care of his mother, while receiving harsh insults and gentle kisses from the crazy woman. His mother seemed to be forgetting the fact that he was her son; that Yao was a child, which she was the one who supposed to be protecting. Between her episodes and hysteria, Yao tried his best to take care of them, kept their small apartment liveable and finished his school peacefully.

Granted, being a bastard son with a deranged mother made him the target of bullies. Children are cruel. They bullied the weak, suppressing those who couldn't fight back. Yao was the perfect target, since he had nobody to protect his back. And thus, Yao was forced to mature way faster than he should. He tried his best to skip grades, just to free himself from the bunch of immature children around him. It was easy at first, but as he entered junior and senior high school, jumping grades became harder and in the end he succeeded into graduating from high school only when he was fifteen.

And graduation ironically defined what happened to his fifteenth year literally. His mother committed suicide, cutting her own wrist while Yao was away at school, attending the graduating ceremony. So Yao graduated both from being a student and a child at the same time. He was glad when his mother finally died and left him all alone.

The family sent him some kind of living expenses every month, like compensating him. When they heard that his mother died, they offered some money for the funeral. But Yao opted to cremate his mother's body, saving the money for his university fee. Because of his immature maturity, Yao knew that he needed to plan his own future and took care of himself. True to his expectation, the money from the family stopped once Yao's mother's body was cremated and submitted to nearby small temple. And so Yao started to support himself by getting part time jobs.

And so, he struggled between jobs and uni. Between the two, he had so little time for himself, and he used it all to rest and sleep. His days passed peacefully enough, and all Yao wanted was to finish his medical degree in five years and worked as a specialist. He needed the money. He needed the prestige and reputation. He wanted to show the world that he was able to achieve success, so he could laugh at all the children who used to bully him, and so he could looked down upon the family who made his childhood as hell.

He wanted revenge. But he held grudges for everything, so he needed to be perfectly succeeded before he could get his revenge perfectly.

“…and so, I don't think I can grant you another week to do this assignment, Mr. Wang.”

Yao's face stayed impassive, but his head was sneering in disgust. He disliked to lick his anatomy professor's arse, but the said man loves Yao's body so much that he used every chance he got to trap Yao and made the petite boy slept with him.

“Unless,” the professor smirked underneath his neatly trimmed snowy moustache, “you can spare your… weekend and I will be your supervisor. I can give you… some instruction to help you finish the assignment. You know I want you to receive the highest grade possible. You are a very remarkable student.”

Yao closed off his emotions and passively nodded at the suggestion. He knew that the man just needed a lick and he would purr like a kitten in Yao's hand. The perverted professor was a neko (as in, bottom) and he couldn't forget the way Yao made him cum last time. The man has a boy fetish; he loved to be done by a young boy—despite his ripe age—from the back, and Yao's body fulfilled his every dreams.

The professor nodded. “Then, I expect to see you in the lab this Saturday at 10 pm?”

Yao tilted his head and smiled meaningfully. “Yes, professor.”

Yao pretended he didn't notice the growing arousal on the man's front pants.

The night was calm, and there weren't many customers in that high end Chinese Palace restaurant. Yao let himself rest against the chair, pretending to wipe the table while watching the lack of customers. Of course, it was Monday night and nobody would want to spend their night outside. Everybody wanted to rest early from the rush of the first day of work.

Yao saw the time on his small and old mobile phone. It was almost eleven o'clock, and his shift finished in another half an hour. He would go home and studied for the weekly test held next week and then sleep for five hours before he woke up to attend tomorrow's practical class in the university hospital. He needed to be sharp since he had no time to rehearse the lecture content. He forced himself to be able to memorize most of the things he was told from the very beginning, thus eliminated the need to rehearse before exams.

And then his stomach grumbled. Yeah, he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.

“You haven't eaten dinner yet, did you?” suddenly a voice asked him from behind. Yao held his breath and turned around, to find a blond, Caucasian man standing right behind him. Yao swallowed and composed himself.

“I beg your pardon, sir?”

“Sit with me and eat.”

“I am really sorry sir, but it's inappropriate…”

The said man smirked and waved at the manager of the restaurant. The manager came and bowed deeply, “Yes, Mr. Kirkland, anything I can help?”

“Release this waitress and let her sit with me for dinner tonight.”

Upon the request, Yao felt his face burned in anger and shame. The man mistook him for a woman! Was the man blind, or moronic enough to ignore the fact that Yao was wearing a waitress' uniform?

“Yes, sure.” The manager bowed even deeper and turned to Yao. “Yao, accompany this gentleman for dinner.”

Yao felt insulted but kept his quiet. He nodded and put down the cloth in his hand. The Caucasian smiled and put his hand on Yao's shoulder, possessively. Yao felt like kicking the moronic bastard, but he held himself from doing something that could render him being fired. The hourly wage in that restaurant was twice as much as other places.

So he held his calm, and charm. The man in front of him must be influential enough to actually make his manager bowed deeply and complied with his request. Yao followed the blond into one of the private room, waited until the man took his seat, and took the seat directly across the man in return.

The man chuckled. “I am not that scary, you know. Come and sit beside me.”

Yao nodded. He moved to the seat directly beside the man, and noticed how the Caucasian followed his every move like a hawk. Yao held his composure and smiled.

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner, sir.”

The man nodded. “What's your name?”

“Yao. Wang Yao, sir.”

“Weird name.”

The direct insult didn't hurt Yao. He knew his name was weird in foreigner's ears. So he nodded. “Yes. It's a unique name even in Asian societies, and I don't expect foreigner like sir to understand the beauty of its meaning.”

The Caucasian stopped smiling and squinted his eyes in disgust. “…You dare to insult me?”

“No, not even in wildest dream, sir. I wouldn't dare.” Yao batted his long dark eyelashes as an apology. “I am sorry if you feel…. Insulted.”

The man smirked. “I see. You are …different. But I should have known. Why are you wearing a waitress' uniform? Aren't you a girl?”

Yao scowled for a split of second before smiling. “I am sorry to crush your dream, sir, for I am naturally and had always been a male.”

“Interesting.”

The man didn't speak any further because the food came. Yao watched as his colleagues put some of the signature dishes of the restaurant in front of them. It was to much for the two of them to eat, let alone by the man himself. Yao wondered whether the man was just a glutton or a flashy spender. The dishes cost almost five hundred dollars equivalent each.

The man took the chopstick. Yao noted that he used it without difficulty and that showed the man has been spending much time in Asian cultured countries. Yao watched as the man took some meat and pointed it at Yao's face.

“Open your mouth.”

Another insult. Yao held his breath. The man wanted to spoon fed him like a baby. Yao's head started to spin from anger and headache. What did he do that make the man put his damned interest on Yao? But he held his calm and took his chopstick.

“I can feed myself perfectly, sir.”

“I never say you can take it by your own, Wang Yao. Here, don't let this nice piece of pecking duck hanging on the air.”

In the end, he opened his mouth and leaned forward to accept the food. The man smirked when Yao closed his mouth and chew. Really delicious, especially when he hasn't eaten anything since a slice of bread in the morning. Yao chewed slowly, savouring every taste.

“You have potential.”

The man's words snapped Yao's consciousness back to the reality. Yes, he was inside a room with a weird Caucasian who insisted upon hand feeding him. Yao tilted his head carefully asking.

“…Potential for what, sir?”

“Do you want more money?”

The question alarmed Yao. “I am perfectly content on my current wage, thank you very much.”

“I am not asking you to do risky job. But you need to put your trust in me before you work for me. Here, take some more meat.”

Yao took the meat and chewed while staring at the man closely.

“Working in this kind of place must be tiring. And you still work until this time of the day. If you accept my offer, you will get twice of your average weekly wage with only one day job. And you can do it on weekend. How's that sound?”

Yao weighed the offer in his head. It was, honestly, a very intriguing offer. If he could collect that much of money in just a day, he could rest and studied better. Better yet, he could finish all his assignment and needed not to spend his night fucking an old-as-dirt professor.

“…What's the job, aru?”

The man smiled, knew that he had already picked Yao's interest. “My name is Arthur Kirkland.”

Yao rolled his eyes. The man answered Yao's question with his own name, as if the name was important enough for everybody to know. And of course, Yao never heard of the name. The man might be a celebrity or something, but for Yao, celebrity status is useless.

“I am sorry, sir. I am not really familiar with these kinds of…”

“Ah. Refreshing.” Arthur chuckled and sipped his tea. “I like you already. I really want you to work for me. Just a question, are you comfortable with nudity?”

Yao's mind flashed to the memories of parading without clothes in the lab, for his professor to see. Yes, of course. Yao felt comfortable with nudity. But the question made him even surer that the job was illegal.

“I am not a whore, sir.”

“I am not asking you to do any sexual act. It's perfectly legal, in the name of art.” The man answered as if he could read Yao's suspicions.

“…Are you an artist of some sort?” Yao asked gently, not wanting to be pulled into a mess just because of a generous offer. He knew better than to recklessly take a suspicious offer. He had nobody to help him if he failed or fell into trouble, so Yao needed to always put his guards up.

“I think I am.” Arthur smiled. “So… yes? Or no?”

That explained the eccentricity of the man. Yao looked down on his plate, and calculating whether his answer would make him lost a free dinner or brought him a calamity.

“…I will answer you once I finish this dinner, sir.” Yao cunningly answer, and proceeded to take some vegetables from the dishes spread in front of them. Arthur stopped smiling and laughed.

“Fine. Let's enjoy this dinner, purely. I really like you already. You are a challenge, Wang Yao.”

Yao ignored the man's chattering and filled himself with food as much as he could. The chance to have that kind of fancy dinner was too good to pass on.