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Barry's wings fluttered quickly with anticipation, along with his heart. He watched from afar as his crush ordered soldiers to kill. Vladimir was a scary man that had the intent to slaughter, he had no room in his heart to care for another being. That was pathetic. Barry flew right up to Makarovs face, fluttering about and swarming around the ultranaturalists body, Majarov swatted at the bee, only to hear an ow.
"Ow! Cmon, babe, you know me," Barry says. Taking a stand on the Russians shoulder. Majarov scoffed and shrugged his shoulder.
"I choose to ignore you, now you ignore me," Makarov replied. He spoke under his breath so no one will think he's crazy and talking to himself. Nolan approached Makarov and looked to Barry for a moment before looking to his commander.
"Everything's ready, sir," Nolan announced. Barry rolled his eyes and looked at the Australian slight disdain.
"Perfect, send them out." Majarov did that iconic grin that showed his yellowed teeth. Nolan nodded and sprinted off to a squad of waiting soldiers. Makarov swatted at Barry again and sneered. "Get lost, bug."
"Jeez, babe, what did I do wrong?" There was a lot he did wrong.
"There's a whole list I could go over, but we'd be here for ever." Makarov began walking away, Barry following behind and reminiscing on memories of polin getting in the Russians hair. "Go to Vanessa, I'm sure you need her more than me."
Barry sighed and fixed his yellow and black sweater. "I didn't mean to cheat, Vladdy, she just came onto me," he tried to explain himself, but he knew what he did was wrong. No forgiveness was deserved for the bee.
He flew up to Makarovs ear and fluttered his wings, it created a bright air blow that wafted into the Russians ear. Makarov put a hand up to his ear and walked faster, desperately trying to get away from his ex lover, but there were lingering thoughts of those late nights in bed. The moon would shine into the windows, illuminating the face of a happy man with no knowledge of his beefriends hideen doings and a sleezy bee with a classic grin.
"Leave me, bee. We've had our time together, now let it go."
Chapter 2: Bee Keeping Club
Notes:
Listening to an audio book for English Lit class so that's probably going to influence this chapter by accident. (It's 'In Cold Blood')
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Peering down at the to-go coffee cup, steam floating up into the air to vanish. The aroma of plain, strong black coffe filled his nostrils. The coffee was as dark as his irises, those irises that were lifeless. He wasn't dead inside, it was just those eyes. Those eyes that hid secrets from the world, the color of black coffee and a lack of care for others. A deep inahle, the oxygen filling his lungs and reseting his thoughts for the moment. He didn't care for others, only himself and his own gain, but, Barry. Barry was a different story. That bee was an eye opener for him, those dark, deep pools for eyes would light up when around that damn bee. That bee just had to go and-
"Uh, Vladimir?" Ken asks. Waving a hand in front of his friends eyes. They met simply because of Barry, a shared hatred for that bee. "You there?"
Vladimir runs a hand down his face, pulling on his eyes a bit. Those dark pools focusing on Ken, "Yes, I'm here." He replies. But he wasn't really. Raising the cup to his face, but he hadn't drank any of it, he only inhaled the smell. His father took his coffee black, now so does Vladimir. It was a theraputic smell that brought him back to a time of youth. His youth years were simple, a rich life with luxeries that no one could comprehend. Even back then he couldn't care for another persons well being or emotions. He truly never changed, he just grew bigger, and received more power.
"No, you're not. You're thinking," Ken says. Ken leans back in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, a lock of hair falling and twirling on his forehead. His hair always did that, he never knew why though. "It's never good when you think," he adds. Ken was a secret friend, no one could know that the monsterous Vladimir Makarov had a friend. It'd be terrible for his reputation, and Ken could be used a leverage. Ken enjoyed his frozen yogurt, he knew that Vladimir's brain wasn't correct and that he could wonder off without moving. "You think the wrong things," Ken always had something to say.
"You are overdramatic, I don't think wrong things. It's the others that think the wrong things. I'm simply just aware of the world around me." Ken rolled his eyes at the Russians response, yes, Vladimir was aware of the world around him, but only through th eyes of pessimism.
"Whatever. How's work?" Ken inquires. A basic question that was only to be asked when the air was dead and there was nothing to speak of. But god was it an annoying question that one must laugh up. Vladimir releases a snicker and places the cup down, the warmth transfering through the cup to his hand.
"That is such a stupid question," Vlad says.
"Well, it made you laugh," Ken points his spoon with accusation to his friend.
"It was a snicker, not a laugh."
That friendly back and forth that could only be shared between Ken and Vlad.
A ding filled the atmosphere from Vlads phone. His screen turned on for a moment to reveal his wallpaper. The wallpaper of Barry shirtless and flexing his bee muscles. Ken looked to the wallpaper and sent a judgmental glance to Vlad. "You broke up with him a week ago, why is he still your wallpaper?" Ken asks. Sitting up straighter with annoyance, Vlad sighed and checked a text message from Nolan, ignoring everything his friend had to say. "You need to get over him."
"I need to leave." Vladimir stood up and left. Leaving his untouched coffee behind with Ken. He'll get over that bee, just not right now.