Pasta with meatballs, Chapter 2

The days seemed to be more depressing after Ivan’s death. Sure he was a slight bully. But at least the two of them got along. Yao began to tie his mid-long hair in a ponytail. He was working in his uncle´s back garden. Yao was used to being home alone in his uncle´s house, his cousins from Hong Kong and  South Korea were off with their uncle to the big city while he stayed at home.  Slowly pacing himself to the living room he felt the urge to cry. He still couldn´t get the images of Ivan´s death out of his mind. “ Why . . . . .” he muttered to himself in his native tongue. A loud sound was heard from the font of the house and Yao stood still.  He thought  it might have been his uncle and cousins returning back from the cit. but there was a problem , they would normally call out that their home after his Korean cousin would yell something once they arrived. There was a deathly silence  as the only sound was muffling footsteps. Yao quickly took cover behind the couch.
He prayed to whoever was watching him above would help him now. Maybe his mind was playing tricks with him again . . . . . He stood up to only find the intruder in the same room. His eye´s widened as he recognised who was standing in front of him. Before he was able to yell the intruders name a blade pierced Yao´s skull and he collapsed on the floor.
“ subject # 9, dead. “
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Kiku couldn´t stop crying after Ludwig switched off the television. The news just read that a Chinese boy was killed, also having their internal organs collected and the identity of the murderer was still unknown. Kiku sat down on the couch, tears streaming down his eyes as he couldn’t stop muttering “ Not you.. not you too . . .” between gasps of air. Ludwig didn´t know what to do, he wasn´t great at comforting people.  All he could do is watch his friend cry about the news of  the murder.
Feliciano entered the room, he was still in his cooking apron and saw Kiku crying .” Kiku? What´s wro-“ he was cut off by Ludwig´s ice cold glare . Feliciano slowly backed away from Kiku. “ You guys! I made spaghetti and meatballs for lunch!” he announced in a delighted. “ Come on! I bet food will cheer you guys up from hearing all of these bad news!” he sang and skipped towards the kitchen.  Kiku stood up and whipped the tears off his eyes. “ Kiku, If you don´t want to ea_-” “No Ludwig. It´s fine. I´ll just eat a little. I think it will get my mind off about Yao.” He said and looked down.

“ Here you go! Spaghetti  and meatballs.” Feliciano placed down the two plates for his friends. The two could tell that Feliciano just finished making it now. Kiku let out a grim smile. “Arigato . .” he said softly and Feliciano smiled. “ No Problem , Kiku. I hope you too enjoy it.” He said and turned to get his own plate of pasta. Ludwig took a bite of the meatball first before eating the pasta, his old habit was eating the meatball first before the pasta.  
Ludwig coughed . The meat… it tasted odd .  he turned to Kiku who also  looked down at his plate with an odd expression. Ludwig looked up at his Italian friend who was enjoying his plate of homemade pasta, Feliciano smiled which made Ludwig feel bad that he found the meat a little odd. He had no choice but to swallow and drink his glass of water. “ Umm… Feliciano?” he asked and the Italian boy  perked up. “ Do you like the food Ludwig?!” he asked and Ludwig  looked down he didn´t want to  hurt his friends, he took some time to think of a sensible way to ask his friend “ I just wanted to ask , what was in the meat?”
Feliciano looked a bit offended. He looked down depressed. “ Y.. You don´t like the food  . . . .” he said and his eyes started to water.  “No, No! It’s not bad! I just wanted to know what the meat was. I can’t tell if its beef or pork, that’s all. ” He said in quickly hoping that his friend wouldn’t cry. Feliciano whipped a tear from his face and grinned, “It’s a’ special meat that I got today, they guy in the supermarket said it was beef and lamb. I’m not the type who likes mixing their meat together but he said they taste great together!” He said smiling to both of his friends and took another bite of pasta. Kiku gave a glance to Ludwig and shrugged and started to eat the pasta. Ludwig looked down at his plate and stared at the meatballs. He wasn’t a big fan of mixing beef and lamb but Feliciano had put a lot of effort into making their food. He fought the urge of rejecting the food and ate up his dinner.