AN: Hey everyone! So I know I should be working on my Don't go off with him, you're better with me! story, but I had this floating around in my head, and I really wanted to write it down. Also, I wanted to take a break in general. Also, WTF did I just write. WTF. Just, WTF.
Hello there.
Would you like me to tell you a story? It's a good story, I promise.
Yes?
Alright, here we go.
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There were once two brothers who loved each other very, very much.
They did everything together, and the younger was never once out of the elder's sight.
Their names were Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, with Lovino being 3 years older.
As they matured though, Feliciano slowly started to drift away from Lovino, going off more with his many friends.
Lovino didn't like that.
He always accompanied his brother whenever he met with his them, looming over him. He scared them all away, except for two named Ludwig and Kiku.
Then, Lovino noticed that Ludwig and Feliciano had an… interesting relationship…
He didn't like that, either.
And so, only wanting to be the protective older brother, Lovino forced Feliciano to stay inside their home- a two-story house with a front lawn and a backyard. Just like any other.
Ludwig and Kiku knew that Feliciano was in trouble, so they always sneaked around to the back when Lovino was at work, and secretly devised a plan with Feliciano to help him escape.
But Lovino knew everything.
Dinner that night was not a peaceful one. It was filled with yelling and beatings; it was filled with blood, sweat, and tears. Literally. Yes, it's a cliche saying, but it was a true one that night.
Lovino locked Feliciano in the closet, and set out to buy a gun.
That night, a loud BANG! could be heard, echoing all throughout their sleepy neighborhood.
…
The next morning, the Beilschmidt family reported their youngest son, Ludwig, to be missing.
The Honda family reported that their son, Kiku, was missing as well.
The police department didn't know what to think.
They told the two families that Ludwig and Kiku were mostly likely dead.
Murdered by that someone who fired a gun, the loud BANG! echoing all throughout their sleepy neighborhood last night.
And two days later, they found both bodies lying in a pool of their own blood, in the alleyways infested with rodents and strays, with bullet wounds in the exact same places.
There was a note lying on the ground a few feet away. You wanna know what it said?
It said, "You lose. Thanks for playing, bastards."
…
Feliciano was let out of his closet when Lovino came back to his house after shooting the his two best friends (and one of them being his crush). He wailed to his brother for days on end, wondering why he had to end their innocent lives. But the reply he got was merely a sad smile and "it had to be done, Feliciano." Oh, little Feli tried so hard to report his brother to the police, even if he was reluctant to. But Lovino locked him in the house and cut off all his communication with the outside world. And if he tried to scream bloody murder, you know what Lovino did?
He cut him off by kissing him until he stopped.
Yes, their relationship became a twisted one, but Lovino was became a twisted man. He put up a simple front- one that of a regular man, albeit a little aggressive. But Feliciano knew that Lovino was willing fire the gun he bought at anybody who came too close to him. He wasn't an overprotective big brother- he was a sadistic, incestuous, murderous man without a sense of morality.
Whenever Feliciano asked him- pleaded him- to let him go, to throw away that gun of his, the only response he got was:
"My dear, I would kill for you."
AN: WTF did I just write. Again.
GAH I HATE IT SO MUCH *cries*
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