((A/N: Hey, guys! It's me again! Sorry, I know that I should be working on D2MS, but this struck me *today* and I couldn't stop writing. Which is really strange, since I'm usually constantly drawing... . . *shifty eyes* But, anyway, this is a two-shot *'cause I'm not quite finished with part two and I like giving people suspense! :3* and I'll probably post the other *possibly longer* part in... soon. *empty promise! :D* Sorry, don't know when exactly... *Doopid Term Paper...*))
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She was beautiful, a vision in dark blue. Her skin was like perfect porcelain, and her pale blue eyes were wide and sparkling. Toris could not help but notice that Natalya was in top form that day. He had been infatuated with her the day he had first seen her. He did not care if she was Ivan's sister. All Toris cared about was how wonderfully gorgeous she was. In fact, he cared about it so much that he didn't even realize that she was breaking his left hand. At least, not until she released it. When she had, his eyes dulled and widened.
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"...-Hah-!" Toris's attention switched from Natalya to his hand, with a look on his face spoke to his surprise of the new injury.
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"I told you before... I only love Brother," Natalya said. As she spoke, she drew a knife and pointed it towards Toris. "And I cannot allow anyone to get in the way." She lunged at him and pinned him against the wall, knife to throat.
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"H-How am I in the way?" The green-eyed man realized only after he spoke that what he had just said was a mistake. But not for the reason that he had expected...
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"Simple," she replied in a voice dangerously quiet. "When something goes wrong, Brother always goes to you. When he makes a great accomplishment, he always tells you first. It's always you...!" With each word she emphasized, the blade drove a little deeper into Toris's throat, causing blood to trickle down his neck. Only then was it when he realized that she was jealous of him. Now that he looked at it that way, everything made perfect sense. She was right about two things: that Ivan always told him first out of everyone in the house of what he'd done, whether it was good or bad; and that Toris himself was closer to Ivan than anyone, albeit that the kindness of the relationship was usually one-sided...
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"I-I don't w-want to be closest to him..." The poor, brown-haired man was terrified. He knew that such a statement wasn't likely to stop the platinum blonde-haired beauty, but he was swiftly running out of options.
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She became less tense at that comment, and had a small look of... is that sympathy?... in her eyes. "I know..." she replied. Suddenly, that look of... whatever it was... vanished. "That is why you must be removed!" She drew the blade away from his neck and swung at him in a downward motion.