A/N: A short drabble that went to my mind about my favorite cursed twins.
Disclaimer:I wish I did, but no. *sobs*
Cursed Love
He wanted to hate his mirror image slumped in the floor before him so much that it almost physically ached. He wanted to rip the other's heart out with a blunt spoon and shove the damn thing down his throat. He wanted to hurt him as much as he had suffered when they were merely kids. He wanted revenge for being neglected and treated like trash. He wanted to, but that was it. Just a 'want'. He could never really hurt the other, much less hurt him. He was the only one who stayed with him when he was sick. The only one who cared for him, who loved him. He couldn't. Not Zero. He gritted his teeth to keep his tears from falling. Ichiru could never, ever hurt Zero and the realization hurt him more now than ever. He loved his brother too much.
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He looked up at his mirror image standing in front of him. He was loosing the battle between his two beings and the other's close proximity was not helping. He wanted to push the other away from the dangerous threat of his vampire self. He did not want the other to get hurt if he was to suddenly loose his control. He would rather die than hurt his brother; the brother he had wanted and tried to protect ever since they were kids. The brother he so loved greater that even himself and their own parents. Almost as great as his love for Yuuki, maybe even more. He was aware of the danger he was placing near his brother, but he didn't want Ichiru to go. Yes, he was selfish enough to not want Ichiru to leave him alone. He was not just a monster now, he was a selfish monster that wanted to be with his brother despite the knowledge of the danger he could be. But even if he was as parched as a man stuck in the desert for a week and his brother's blood was calling to him like the unexpected oasis, he would never, ever hurt Ichiru. He would fight to the very edge his loosing sanity would allow to protect his beloved brother. Yes, he loved his brother and the realization hurt more so now that he was slowly becoming the monster that would devour anyone that would quench his hideous thirst for blood. He gripped his throat harder and clenched his jaw tight. He loved his brother too much.