Chapter 78: The Truth

Yang's eyes turned small as he glared at Bambang. "Water-boy? Cute. At least I'm not a traitor. Or a hypocrite." Yang huffed the gritted teeth. Bambang smiled, crossing his arms. "A traitor? I see you've finally learned that word in kindergarten. How am I a traitor?" Bambang asked. Though his voice was light, his words were not.

"You seem so adamant about helping us find this vampire, but then your so quick to turn around and kill one yourself. You've been doing that all your life, right Bambanmg? So why stop now. Somehow, I don't think I would be very shocked to find out your the person killing vampires." Yang said with a sigh. Bambang's face was red with anger, which made Yang squeal with glee.

"You're still fed up with that. I'm sorry to say this Yang, I'm truly sorry. But I'm still going to kill evil vamp[ires. Whether you like it or not." Bambang said. Yang took a slight step closer to Bambang. "So what, your the going to be the judge, jury, and executioner?! You are friends with a vampire, one that almost, to your standard, became evil. And yet you let him slide just fine!"

"I'm not the judge nor the jury. I am simply the executioner. And I make sure, that no matter what, Jingfei won't become a casse. As does Chan, Wei and everyone else! Don't yell at me for that shit!" Bambang yelled back. Yang was silent for a moment, lowering his head. He laughed softly. "Now you have me curious. Do you want to kill Chan?" Yang asked curiously.

He had the supplies to do it. Knives, guns, chains, everything. Jingfei glared at him. "Yang.." Jingfei warned, just like how Wei did before. He sounded just like Wei. Bambang was quick to answer. "Kill him? Why is it cause I'm a hunter? Because I'm around him all the time? Is that what your so uptight and agitated about. Because he likes to hang out with me now?" Bambang said, his voice lowering slightly. "What?! No!" Yang yelled defensively, but Bambang only clicked his tongue. He continued to glare at Yang, but it was a different type of glare.

"You probably want him all to yourself. But now that he actually has someone he likes to hang out with more than you, you have no one." Bambang said, his voice haunting. Yang didn't know what to say. "Your wrong." Yang mumbled, but Bambang once again shook his head. "No wonder everyone thinks your so immature. Can't even handle the truth. You look like your about to cry.. Well I sure don't want to see it. Go cry to you mother… oh… she doesn't even want to see it either, does she-"

"Bambang!" Jingfei yelled in anger.

Both Yang and Bambang looked up at the outburst. Jingfei only looked at Bambang. "Why would you say that!" Jingfei asked, hopping off the counter. Bambang didn't look up at the vampling, instead looking down towards the ground. Yang was silent. "That is a terrible thing to say to anyone, Bambang! Everyone should know that." At first, it seemed like Jingfei was mad, but now Yang couldn't tell the difference between his anger and his sadness.

Jingfei turned to look at Yang. "You shouldn't have instigated anything. Act like you're an adult, Yang. You started this." Jingfei scolded. As Yang listened to him, all he saw was Wei, as if Wei was talking through Bambang. Even though it was obvious he wasn't. The vampling sighed, combing his hair out of his face, before looking back up at Yang and Bambang. "Take a walk, sit in a room, I don't care. But whatever enduring argument is going on between you two, needs to stop." Jingfei says, sitting down on the couch.

He looks at Jingfei with a frown, before looking up at Bambang. He wasn't hurt by Bambang's comment, like Jingfei made it seem. He didn't care that much. He was more annoyed at the fact that he was listening to Jingfei and Yang. Bambang sighed, walking towards his room. Yang was ready to make some food when Bambang turned back to him. "You heard Jingfei, let's talk."

Yang gave Bambang a weird look. He actually wants to talk? Yang had presumed that they would just continue to argue. Yang sighed, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of potato chips. If they were going to talk, Yang was going to be as annoying as possible. Yang followed Bambang into his bedroom, before Bambang shut the door. "So.. is this where you keep all your vampire-deadly weapons?" Yang joked.

Bambang gave him an annoyed look. "Is that a sarcastic question or a serious question?" Bambang asked, sitting on his bed. The look that Bambang gave him told Yang that he should be nice. He sighed. Yang scanned the room. It had a nice queen sized bed next to the wall, with a closet beside the bed. There was a nice window, with a white desk beside it. It had makeup, a speaker, and shockingly… hair dye on it.

"Your going to dye your hair?" Yang asked, walking over to the desk. Yang picked up the container of hair dye. It wasn't Yang's favorite, but it was a good brand for China. "You should get a Korean hair dye. Over there people use hair dye a lot, so it's good for your hair." Yang explained, placing the box down. He looked over at Bambang, who gave him a curious look. "I've been dying my hair white for years, I should know." Yang said, taking Bambang's desk chair and sitting down.

"Why white? Why not red or blue?" Bambang asked. Yang didn't exactly have a reason for why he chose the color white. Almost everyone he's known has asked him that question. When Chan and him went to the hair dye store, Chan said that the white would go great with Yang's blue eyes. "I don't know. Guess I just liked the color." Yang answered.

Like a bluebird in the snow.