"Hey, you, you with the red eyes," Natalya growled at the albino man who sat right at the bottom of the flight of stairs, with his legs sprawled across, blocking her way.

He didn't move, let alone flinch, or even speak. He was obviously absorbed in something else.

"Hey, you, MOVE!" she roared again, losing her patience. This albino was getting on her nerves, he wouldn't budge no matter how much she insulted him or threatened him, or prodded him with her dagger which she so cleverly snuck in the school despite the fact it was a hazard.

Natalya rumbled, and eventually grabbed his shirt by the collar, lifted him and then threw him away from the stairs with all her strength over her back, letting him flip, and still gracefully at that.

She dusted her hands and retied the black bow on her head and ran her fingers angrily through her hair. Then, she whipped her head at a certain angle and it went snap.

The man hissed in pain. His hand was pressed against the side of his head and his eyes sparkled with a hint of sadness… or the fact that the tears were building up.

He groaned in complaint and his devil-red eyes were then fixed at the enraged Natalya who was still busy making it up the stairs, muttering to herself probably about how irritating this time-wasting man had been. He cut his trance-like gaze at her and felt through his silvery hair. Warm, sticky, and wet; he knew it.

"Ah, that lady sure knows how to make a point…" Gilbert said, half complementing, half annoyed. "Hey, you, in the pretty bow!" he called her.

She turned, her dark blue eyes glared at him, like two deep, unending wells that led to the bowels of hell that refused to reflect light. What does this man want? She thought.

"What! You want the daylight beaten out of you mo—" Natalya suddenly blurted out, then paused…

"What is it, lady? Looks like you've seen a ghost…"

"That is…"

"Spill it." Gilbert said impatiently. This time, he managed to sit up from where he landed on his head.

The floor was already stained red with…

"You're all… covered…" Natalya said, her eyes stared at him, extremely focused at the part of his head that was covered with his hand that it made him shudder a bit.

"Yeah, yeah, you made that gash that Ivan guy gave me pretty bigger…"

Natalya fell silent.

"Well what are you staring at?" Gilbert said, "Get moving if you don't want me to get you expelled!"

She turned and her mouth was in a straight line. In fact, she had no expression on her face, at all.

At this point, Gilbert was able to get on his feet, and he dragged himself the other way, towards the clinic.

Natalya paused halfway up the stairs. Did brother not tell me about him?

She, instead of making her way up, ran back down, and pulled the albino by the sleeve of his arm.

"Hey! What the hell, blondie!" He winced at her.

"Let me see that…! Okay, let GO!" she said, too much focused on getting his hand off his wound to see him in pain

"Ouch! Hey! Ow! What is it that you want, you bit—"

"You know my brother, Ivan? Braginski? He did this? Who are you? Did he tell anything about me? Why your eyes are red?"

"Hey, hey, CALM DOWN! Yeah, I know him, but I never knew he had a sister… Yes he did this, and finally, tell me your name before I tell mine! And before that, get me a bandage!"

Natalya scorned him… "Fine…" and she zipped open her bad, and as she rummaged through her bag, "So, you and brother are friends?"

"Friend? You mean the exact opposite…" he retorted.

"Oh?" This is getting good… Natalya thought to herself. Surely she must have a plan…

She yanked at scratched at something inside her garbage dump of a bag, and was able to free a small, crumpled and miserable box.

Gilbert took it in his hands in furrowed his brow, "Uh… Okay, thanks?" he said, "I'm Gilbert. But call me Gil or anything… and I'm albino."

"Yeah, sure wait here Gilbo, I'll get something else!" Natalya mumbled and she trotted towards the school clinic.

"What? Gilbo…? Hm… Whatever, I like it…"

"Here! Here!" Natalya said as she held something inches from Gil's face.

"What?"

"Antiseptic!"

"For?" He said as he raised an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't want that to ROT AWAY now would you?" She said in a deep, frightening voice. Of course, she knew she meant infection… but he thought of it literally.

"R-rot?" He replied and shook his head rapidly.