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He heard the doors fly open, and he leaped.
Not down, but up. The butterflies dissipated around him, and he grabbed the elaborately carved decorations as he'd done so many times before. Sitting on the roof was a good way to clear his head. The cold, bright air would help him think, and when the wind blew sharp into his face he could let it blow away the tears that weren't actually there, or so he told himself.
When he pulled himself onto the roof, he was surprised to see someone else already there. For a moment, he thought it was Elizaveta, somehow teleported up onto the roof to haunt him, but no, as he looked closer, he noticed the woman's hair was too light, and her dress too dark, for it to be her.
Good. He couldn't stand to see her right now, anyway. How could she?
His attention was turned back to the woman on the roof as she spoke to him. "What do you want, Gilbert?"
With a little start, he noticed that she hadn't turned around. "Ah, Natalya, is it?" Lord Ivan's crazy sister. He wasn't sure what she was doing here, or what she was going to do. He gingerly sat down next to her, hoping she wouldn't push him off the roof, and gave her a sidelong glance as she responded.
"Of course it's me, you idiot. Who else would it be?" She turned and glared at him with her bright blue eyes. "Come to stare off the roof because of a broken heart? Speak your guilt into the wind?"
"My...guilt?" He had a sudden terrible fear that she knew he'd killed a certain Austrian, somehow could read what he'd done out of his words.
"Obviously. You think I don't notice when people suddenly die? I love that, I live for that."
His blood froze. "You...know?" Then he shook his head. "I mean, no, you must be mis-"
Natalya rolled her eyes. "You can't fool me. I was there when you killed him, idiot. You should be sure nobody's sitting in the darkness before you tackle someone and threaten them."
Gilbert wondered if he should just jump off the building then and there and save himself the trouble of being ratted out. Upon seeing his expression, Natalya snapped, "Oh, don't just stop and look like a pansy, if I were going to turn you in I'd've done it already."
"Wh-"
"I understand love too, okay?" Her voice went softer. "Just because people are afraid of me doesn't mean I don't love someone as well, even though it's forbidden." She wrapped a lock of hair around one finger and stared out over the palace grounds. "It's never going to happen, but I can't dream..."
The albino wondered about her mood swings, and also wondered who this mysterious person that she loved was. As long as he was here, he could ask her, and maybe she wouldn't kill him...
"I can see you want to know. It's my brother," said Natalya flatly. "Shut up."
Oh. Well, that explained the 'forbidden' aspect of it. Gilbert had nothing to say, except..."The woman I love hurt me."
"I can see why." Natalya glared at him. "You never shut up."
He shot her a narrow glare. "It's not like I couldn't shove you off the roof."
Natalya leaned close to his face, her features icy. "Do it. I dare you."
He went to move his hands and found that there was a knife above his knuckles, so sharp that he didn't understand the red line until the blade gleamed. He lowered his hands again. "Touché."
"Mm." The knives disappeared back into their sheaths, and after a moment Natalya shot him a glare again. "If you try anything on me, I'll castrate you. It's not you I'm interested in."
"Don't worry." But to be safe, he scooted a foot away from her. Just in case.