A/N: Hey guys!

So I decided that I'm going to keep this going unless I'm hitting less than 15 views per chapter for several chapters in a row. Currently, they are barely hitting 20.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Lovino's POV

Pacific Academy.

That is the name of this Goddamned school I'm being forced to attend. I really have no fucking choice in the matter. Or so Alfred has informed me. He's still guiding me around the house and showing me around.

"Ah! Here it is! The last room. This is the infirmary."

"This place is that big…?" I wonder aloud.

Alfred nods. "Yup! Although not many people come in here…" He peaks his head in the room. "Well, that's odd." His brows scrunch together as he walks in the room.

Do I follow, or run away? Questions, questions…I should probably follow. I'd fucking get lost (again). So I follow the dumbass into the room.

Said dumbass is currently looking at someone in one of the beds, but I can't see the person. "I have no idea who this guy even is! I've never seen him…but he looks familiar…I just can't place where, though!"

I look over and I feel my heart almost stop. "Feliciano! I thought they couldn't transfer him…"

"Who is he?"

I look at Alfred. "Goddamn, you are oblivious. He's my brother."

"Why is he asleep like that?"

"Cause shit happened, dumbass. I don't wanna fuckin talk about it."

"But…dude…I wanna know…"

"I'm not going to fucking tell you!" I yell at him and storm out of the room. I immediately take a right and start heading down one of the hallways.

"Lovino…"

"WHAT?!"

"The room is this way…"

"I'M GOING TO THE FUCKING BATHROOM, ASSHOLE!"

"…The bathroom is also this way…"

"I MEANT THE FUCKING KITCHEN! CHRIST!"

"You have no idea where you're going do you?"

"Of course I do, bastard!"

"Oh, really, now?" I can hear him smirking.

"Yes, really!" I refuse to look at the fucker.

"Then you would know that the only thing down that hall is the basement and a bunch of locked rooms."

"…Fuck…"

"Just follow me, you stubborn Italian."

So now, here I am, waiting in the school office, a whole fucking hour before school. Just because I need a Goddamned schedule. Apparently, they didn't realize I was coming TODAY so they have to get my schedule together now. Fucking procrastination, I swear to fucking God. But for some reason, both potatoes already got their schedules. I mean, really? What the hell?!

Although, the secretary is very sweet. I kinda feel bad for Miss Braginskaya. Must have bad back pains because of her huge breasts. Oh my God, I bet kids always fucking stare at her.

"Lovino?" I hear her call out to me from her computer.

"Si?"

"I have your schedule. I'm really sorry for the inconvenience of this." Oh, God, she looks like she is going to cry.

"It's not a problem! Really!" I hate it when women cry.

Just when I leave the office, I see a few people I actually do fucking know come into the building. I see Matthew, and head over by him. "Hey…Matthew, right? Can you help me by showing me around this place? I swear, it's a fucking maze…"

"Sure, Lovino. Can I see you schedule?" I hand it over to him. "Well, we have pretty much every class together. Except for our first hour classes."

"I still don't get why the hell I have to take Spanish. I'm Italian, for fuck's sake. I already speak Italian."

Matthew shrugs. "State standards, I guess."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Um…I'll show you where the room is. You can find your locker from there, right?" I nod.

Of course, after I do find my locker, I really can't find my fucking way back to the Spanish room. "…Fuck…" I hear the bell, and groan. "Double fuck. I won't ever be able to find my way back to the fucking classroom, now."

Just to make everything even more worse, someone bumps into me, knocking me down to the ground. "Hey, are you okay?" That voice…why is it familiar? In a way I really don't want to recall.

I look up and see a hand in my face to help me up. I look and see a pair of very, very familiar emerald eyes. "A-Antonio?! What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I dunno! I just felt the need to follow you here?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

I brush his hand aside, and get up, picking up my things. "Antonio, that's very stalkerish. How the fuck did you know where I was at?"

"You seem to forget that Gilbert is one of my closest friends, you know." He suddenly stops talking. "Uhh…Lovi, where are you going?"

"Spanish room, asshole."

"Lovi…"

"WHAT?!" I turn and glare at him, suddenly thankful the halls have cleared out.

"The Spanish room is the way." He points the opposite way I was going.

I sigh when the bell rings. "Look, Antonio. Seriously. Why are you here?"

He suddenly gets really close to me. "Like I said, Lovi. I felt the need to follow you. And I love you. Have loved you. Ever since I met you."

"I threw a chair at you when you met me." Fucking masochist…

He chuckles a bit before getting serious again. "Lovino…I…" He sighs, and puts on this bright smile while holding out his hand. "Look, why don't I show you where the Spanish room is…? You can explain that it's your first day and that you're lost. I'm sure the teacher won't mind.

I sigh. "Fine, bastard. But I'm not taking your fucking hand."

He laughs. "Con el tiempo que quieras, mi amor."

"What was that, bastard?" I question?

He laughs again. "Nothing, Lovi~!"

It's around the last class of the day, art, when Alfred burst into the room. Matthew looks confused. "Al? Don't you usually go home seventh hour?"

Alfred doesn't even answer his brother. He runs to me and grabs my shoulders. "Lovino! Dude, you gotta come with me!"

"Why is that, burger bastard?"

"It's your brother-!"

"What about him?"

"The machine thing he's hooked to started beeping like crazy! That nurse who came with you guys said to get you immediately!"

"Fuck…" I mutter under my breath and run out the door. I didn't even really register the last bit he said.

Needless to say, I rushed home in my car.

Rather literally. Alfred started hugging the ground while I ran into the house. I somehow managed to find the infirmary pretty quickly.

My surprise at seeing Elizabeta is put on the back burner when I hear spaztic beeping. "What the fuck is going on?"

"It's-" Suddenly one particular noise gets even more shrill. Liz swears under her breath.

"What is it?!"

"His heart stopped!"

Meanwhile in a different place…

"You never answered me, Valleri. Where. Is. Fratello."

Valleri could at least identify that it was Feliciano. She could also tell he was cracked. She could see the vague outline of Luciano beside him. So, he had stayed for some reason, eh? "Feliciano, I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know where you annoying sibling is."

"Yes you do!" Feliciano yells. "I just saw you lead him into a mirror!"

She sighs. "I can't send just anyone through these mirrors."

"Then I'll go on my own." He walks towards the mirror that Lovino had walked into. The difference was that the reflection looked like a boy who was sleeping deeply…or was possibly dead.

Valleri is about to stop him when she thinks the situation through. Why should she stop him? After what he did to her? After what both of the Vargas twins did to her? No. Let him suffer. Let them both suffer.

Feliciano stops just in front of the mirror. "Ve…maybe this isn't the best idea. But where else am I supposed to go…?" He turns, getting ready to leave when the reflection reaches out and grabs him around the waist, slowly dragging him in the mirror.

Valleri smirks and walks to him. "You know…fear looks amazing on your face. It's just delicious to watch spread across your features. These mirrors…are gateways across dimensions. They offer other lives. But…they are not a blessing. But a curse. And I hope you have to full blast of the curse these doors bring. After all the shit you and your bastard of a brother did to me? You fucking deserve it."

"Ve?! What did we do to you?!" Feliciano asks, bewildered.

Valleri gets close to Feliciano's face. "You, and your brother, killed me."

A/N: And that's it.

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