"It matters. Because I need to know if I need to have a short discussion with him. Because I do not tolerate people who fool around with each other while there is an ongoing arrangment between one of said parties and myself." Yurie says coldly.
"And does it matter what he would do for you, if I'm here to do any of those things?" he adds quietly.
"There is nothing going on. He is my guard. End of discussion." Ariella touched her forehead as if rubbing away a migraine. She should have kept this all to herself. Or rephrased it better.
However, she couldn't quite understand Yurie's possessiveness of her when he didn't care for her.
"You can't be around me twenty-four seven." She said matter-of-factly. "It's not possible. You will have meetings behind closed doors. I'll want my space from an overbearing husband. Christmas shopping, birthday shopping. I can't do that if you are with me. Gabriele can be. I don't understand why this is such an issue."
Yurie's eyes narrow further.
"Fine." he replies.
"Oh, yes I can. I can be around you twenty-four/seven. Closed doors will have me and you behind them. I don't celebrate my birthday. I don't celebrate Christmas. Holidays are a distraction, a waste of time. So there is really no issue here. Gabriele doesn't need to be around you twenty-four/seven either, you know." he counters.
Ariella wasn't getting anywhere with him. Stubborn man with his alpha male thinking.
"Most men won't want to speak with you if there is a woman in the room, we both know that. The life that we are in is very misogynistic to women. Take my life as an example. And you don't get a choice. I celebrate birthdays, I celebrate Christmas. We," she emphasized, "will be celebrating. You won't get a choice in this. It's up to you if you like to shame your wife by not getting her a present. And I will want space as I do right now. I will want to spend the night apart, I will want to go out without you to clear my mind. Fights are a part of life. And I can already tell you are going to be insufferable. I'm not asking, I'm telling."
"If they don't like it, they can get the fuck out of the house," Yurie snorts. "I'm not wasting time on those sorts of people."
"We will celebrate birthdays and Christmas and holidays every other year then. There is no shame in having your own philosphies and ideas." he replies.
"And you're just as insufferable, Ariella. Don't convict me of something you are just as guilty of." he snarls in reply, causing the cat to jump up from its adorable position on its side.
Ariella glared and went to pick up her cat. She scratched his head and kissed his fur.
"This is a perfect example. You're being insufferable and I would like space from you. You can't show up randomly and deman a bunch of changes. I don't even know you. It's perfectly fine and healthy to want space from one another."
She placed her cat back on the ground, wincing at the scratches he made on her arm. She straightened her back to face him. "I just lost one jailer, don't become another."
"That's your issue? You don't know me? Well, pardon me," Yurie snorts. "I didn't realize I needed to explain everything. I've been dropping hints as to who I am, and I thought your father had at least mentioned me. Either that or you've eavesdropped on a conversation, but no."
He sighs, and stands up from his cross-legged sitting position.
"My name is Yurie Koletski. I'm 23, and my father was the previous leader of the Russian mafia. My mom died giving birth to me. I made my first kill at age twelve. At age thirteen, I was shadowing my father wherever he went. If I disobeyed him, I would get beaten or shot at or poisoned. I'd have to tend to my own wounds. I got my scar from my dad, when I was fourteen. I learned the most brutal ways to kill someone, the fastest ways to kill someone, how to get information out of a stubborn prisoner. I did all this for my own safety, and because I was good at it and enjoyed it. My father was killed when I was twenty, after my training was complete. I spent the next two years building my reputation as the best and cruelest leader of the Russian mafia. I gained the nickname Piercer. Then your father told me of the life debt that I owed, and I agreed to the contract. That is my backstory. As for my personailty? I am cold, amoral and psycopathic. Does that end your qualms about not knowing me?" he says, brushing off his clothes.
Ariella flinched back, taking several steps back until her back was pressed against the kitchen counter. Her hands were behind her on the counter. The realization of who this man was, sinking into her.
"My father never told me anything. He kept me in the dark about this as much as everything else." A lone stray tear streaked down her cheek. "I have never been told anything. I might as well have died the day my mother did. That was the last day I was free. I am as sheltered and niave as you believe."
Yurie watches Ariella calmly.
"So your father protected you because he loved you," he summarizes. "And he didn't want you to do like your mother did."
He continues to watch her as he straightens his suit jacket. He was eerily still, his face seeming almost plasticine in its stillness. He was like a wall of packed ice.
"My father smothered me going crazy to protect me from my mother's fate. It's a miracle I haven't thrown myself off the roof yet. I was grieving the loss of my mother and my father thought it best to lock me inside away from everyone." Ariella's knuckles were turning white with how hard she was gripping the counter.
"I do not think I would have lived much linger had my father not died. And it would be at no one's hand but myself."
Yurie sighs.
"Just do what you'd like. I won't treat you like a hollow glass bird. I will train you and teach you, as brutally as I need to. As harshly as you need. Because I may be cold and unfeeling, but I can understand wanting to learn the trade." is all he says in reply.
He starts to turn away before looking back at Ariella.
"And remember: no matter what, I am still the leader here. Even if you rule with me, I am the ultimate say in anything."
He walks out of the kitchen, leaving Ariella to her own devices.
Ariella didn't relax until he was out of the room. She slid into a chair, placing her head in her hands, breathing deeply. A few tears slipped down her cheeks. There was no stopping them.
She didn't move from her spot until familiar boots appeared in her vision. She looked up and Gabriel was holding out a tissue for her to take. She took it and dried her tears and blew her nose.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Ariella shook her head.
"Do you want to go shooting to blow off some steam?"
She thought for a moment before nodding. Her father had renovated their basement into a soundproof shooting range. It was a way for the guards and her to train without ever leaving premises.
The two of them walked down to the basement, making sure to leave the door open, less Yurie thinks anything was happening. The each took uo their own station, silently preparing their own guns and loading them. With ear protecting muffs, she aimed at the target and fired, imagining Yurie's stupid face. She aimed for the groin.
"So, do you want to talk about it now?" Gabriel asked after they had both emptied a clip.
Ariella scoffed. "What about? My father dying? A Russian man claiming to be my fiance? Said Russian man swooping in and controlling my life? At least father let me do as I wanted as long as I stayed in the house."
Yurie makes his way outside, examining the entire plot of land, his pale eyes lightening in the sun, skin looking like fresh snow, the scar on his face glittering like mercury.
He strides back into the house after an hour, sifting through every single bedroom and finally deciding on a room on the second floor, near the center of the spiderweb.
He smiles, teeth glittering like the full moon on a clear night.
"Perfect." he murmurs to himself.
Ariella grabbed a fresh clip, full of ammo. She aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Before she lowered her weapon.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this, Gabriel." Her voice was defeated.
He sighed and set down his gun. He grabbed hers out of her hands and placed it to the side. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "Say the word and I'll get you out of here."
She smiled sadly, wrapping her arms around him. "They'll find me. We both know that. I won't risk you getting hurt or dead."
After a moment inspecting the room, he heads down to the basement and heads to the shooting range to examine it closer.
What he was not expecting was to see Ariella and who he assumed to be the maid's son.
"And what, pray tell, is happening here?" he asks coldly, eyes glinting weirdly - a strange, kaleidoscopic sort of insanity glazed them over into nearly pure white discs with dots in the center.
The temperature of the room feels like it drops by ten degrees.
Ariella let her eyes close briefly, soaking in the hug. She needed it, that. There was no else left to comfort her. Her father was dead.
She startled at the booming voice. Her head raised, eyes open, and landed on Yurie. She slowly retracted her arms from Gabriel despite her heart protesting.
She raised her hand, cutting off Gabriel as his mouth began to open to speak. She could take care of this herself. She didn't need him to fight her battle for her. Gabriel angled himself so that he was slightly in front of her. A slight annoyance and Ariella rolled her eyes at him back.
"A friend comforting a friend. A concept likely foreign to you." Her arms crossed. "So met me spell it out for you. Most people want to hung and comfort the girl who just lost the last of her family."
"It is a foreign concept, especially considering it doesn't seem you two want to be just friends. Get over it soon, Ariella. Because if this hugging happens to be a sign of something more, it won't end well." Yurie snaps, the temperature raising back to normal with his departure.
He leans against the cellar wall, contemplating the pros and cons of keeping an eye out on Gabriel or just letting them do whatever.
At this point, he was starting to truly not give a shit about her or her guards.
Ariella dragged her hands over her face, exhaling loudly as her fiancé left the basement. "Fuck. Fuck." She truly could not have a single thing to herself.
Gabriel started to put a hand on her shoulder but decided against it. "Go. I'll clean this up."
Ariealla have him a thankful look before turning on her heel and walking out of the basement. She found Yurie in the cellar. She stood across from him, arms hugging herself, looking at him for a moment before finally deciding to speak.
"You've never had a normal relationship have you?"
Yurie doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink. His voice is as blank as his face when he speaks, his emotions securely locked up and hidden now.
"Considering my father's idea of a good relationship was complete obedience, and anything else is grounds for shooting at or poisoning your own child, no, I haven't. I killed my nannies - forced, at first, and then on purpose later. All my pets, anything I started to love, I was forced to kill and destroy. So what do you think?"
"I'm going to go with no then." Ariella shifted on her feet, uncomfortable.
"I've known Gabriel wince I was a child. We used to play around the house, anything you can imagine little children playing. Pirates, princess locked in the tower, playing house. It was the closest I'd ever have to a normal childhood. I remember watching TV and asking why I couldn't do the things the kids were doing in the show. I never got a straight answer." She tugged at her hair, pulling strands out of messy bun. "When I was thirteen, I woke up one morning and Gabriel was gone. No goodbye. No note. No letter. I found out later that he had been sent to training. I was devastated. There was nothing to occupy my time anymore. I had no friend to spend my time with. I wallowing for months before I finally picked myself back up. Father allowed me to shadow the manager of our house, learning how to run it. I picked up hobbies, anything you can think of. Knitting, yoga, pottery. Plenty of things. Many of them fell out but I kept up with a few of them." She was very flexible now. "Then a few years later, Gabriel was back. I was turning Seventeen in a few months. I had nice tits and a big ass. He had grown taller, more muscular. Our attraction for each other was just that at first, lust. We grew to love each other as our relation furthered. We used one another to explore ourselves and escape our world. After my father walked in on me giving him head just after I'd turned eighteen, we ended anything that we had. There really isn't any coming back from that anyways. And now we have remained friends. We're better this way. Better for us."
Yurie listens quietly, face remaining emotionless.
After Ariella's done talking, he turns to face her fully.
"'Us,' huh. I can tell he still feels something for you, and you obviously still want him around - don't bother arguing, you've given me the reasons you think I want to hear. I know you still love him. I never had anybody like him, so I can't possibly understand your attachment to him." he murmurs, eyes locked onto Ariella's.
"You asked me why I wanted to follow through on this deal. I wasn't being fully honest. I wanted to know what love felt like, what living with someone you could trust was like. But I can't trust, and I doubt I can love. That's become abundantly clear to me. Go wherever you wish, and keep your current room. You won't have to see me very often. I'll get instructors for you, for speech and shooting and hand-to-hand combat. A personal trainer. Be with whoever you wish, I suppose. I can't stop you. You're just as stubborn as your father." he smiles bitterly. His hands rested solidly at his sides, though there was an almost overpowering urge to raise them, to touch Ariella. It was terrifying.
He turns and walks back up the stairs, pausing at the top of them.
"Which floor do you not frequent very often?" he asks.
"No- Yurie that's not-" Ariella curled her lip as she followed him. She was small enough she could sneak around his figure climbing uo the stairs and cut him off. In all truth, he could easily move her to the side if he wished.
She put her hands on his chest, hoping to make some impact. "That's not what I mean. You are twisting my words. He is my friend. That is all he is. And yes, I love him, I always will, but I am not in love with him. I don't think I ever was. I was just clinging on to the first person who treated me like a normal person."
She curled her hands, digging her shorn nails into the fabric of his shirt. "I am nothing but loyal. I would never- I would never be with someone else while I am engaged with another. My life has only been about loyalty. So for the year, at least, I am yours. Only yours. I only wish for the people that are loyal to me stay with me. Would you not ask for the same thing? My offer stands. Chose a room for the both us and I will move my things. It's not proper for a husband and wife to sleep apart."
Yurie stops in his tracks, staring at Ariella.
"I am not twisting words, Ariella. I am only speaking what I believe to be the truth." he replies.
"Loyalty means nothing if you do not feel love. Or fear. As for being mine. . . you do not like me. I know this, you have even outright said it already. We are not husband and wife yet, either. We are merely engaged. We are not in love, we do not really even know each other, we barely get along. What point is there to sharing a bed with someone you never wanted to be with in the first place?" he asks.
"You approach me at my father's funeral, before he can even be laid to rest, holding a contract you made with my father I never even knew about. Of course I'm angry. And frustrated and confused." Ariella pushed at his chest. She wanted to be heard. For him to listen to her.
"My father has trusted you with me. If he only wanted my protection he could have reached out to numerous people. He trusted you not only because he know you are capable of protecting me, but because you are good. Whether you believe it or not. My father would not put me in the hands of someone he believed would hurt me. Someone who was good and honorable. And that just so happened to be you."
"And I never said you couldn't be. But the contract stated to fnd you as soon as possible after he died. I heard the news and boarded a learjet to Italy, just to find you." Yurie sighs, not even shifting at Ariella's push.
"I am nowhere close to good or honorable. You know this, Ariella. Do you know how Vlad the Impaler gained his moniker? I gained my nickname, 'Piercer,' the same way, except with white hot spears. Does that sound like the type of thing a good, honorable man would do? Your father chose me because I was the second most powerful and well known man in the world. The first was your father. He knew I would become first, and so he staked everything on me and my reputation. He was right, I will not hurt you. At least, not like that. But physical pain is a given for training."