[-Somewhere in Russia-

A pale blonde haired girl sat in a large leather chair, typing speedily on the laptop before her, the light of said machine reflecting off of her thin, black-rimmed glasses.

"Torahime-sama?" A male voice asked.

"Yes, what is it, Ivan?" The girl asked, not even glancing in the mans direction.

"Has your leg healed yet?"

"No, at least, not fully. I still can't walk properly, and it hurts like a BITCH!" She replied, finally turning her face to look at him. Her muddy brown eyes were tired.

"But…The newest chapter, Milady, is it still not finished? The people will become angry if you do not update soon…" He trailed off as the girl sent him a glare that chilled him to the bone.

"I am almost finished, Ivan. I am also aware that they are angry..." She sent him a grin filled with menace.

"Which is why you, are the one who will deliver it."

"Understood, Milady," He said with a slight bow; though fear had etched itself into his features. The simple prospect of facing the angry fans sent a shiver down his spine.

Torahime printed out several papers, and handed them to Ivan.

"Get the story updated, stat!" She snapped at him.

"As you wish, Milady."

I am so, so, so, so, sorry. I really didn't mean for the story to take this long for me to update! I am a HORRIBLE person, I can't believe I did this to you…Well; maybe I can, considering it happened… Back to my point, I apologize sincerely for how long it took me to update… I'll shut up and give you the chapter now.

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DISCLAIMER: Lovi moaned as Feli's tongue ravaged his neck, even as his hand began ravaging other areas. Feli growled low in his chest, showing dominance over the weaker boy.

"Say it," He ordered as he ground against him.

"T-T-Torahime-sama doesn't own me, Y-You d-do, Brother." He gasped out before he gave a lewd moan, directly in Feli's ear. Feli shuddered, possessive dominance evident in his eyes. With a grin of triumph he claimed his brother's lips for what they were. His.

Warning: Contains sexual themes and a pissed off Canadian. THIS IS YAOI (May, or may not be in this chapter) IF YOU DO NOT LIKEY, THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU READIE?

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]

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Lovi was in that blissful trance between wakefulness and sleep. He felt something warm beside him, and instinctually migrated toward the source. He nuzzled into it with a sigh of contentment.

Feli stared down at the boy who was (for reasons unknown to him) snuggling into his side; his reddish-brown hair was mussed, and he could see a single curl defying the rest as it jutted proudly to the side.

Odd, he had never noticed that before, it was quite a bit like his own, except on the opposite side. Seeing that curl, reminded him strongly of his brother, Lovino. In fact the boy reminded him of his brother in general. This was probably the reason why he had bought the boy. It was sick, twisted and all around fucked up, his love for his brother. He closed his eyes, he could still remember the day he had lost him, and the memory haunted him.

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"Papa?" the teen boy asked, watching his father's overly worried face.

"What is it, Feliciano?" He asked, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Don't lie to me, Papa, I'm fourteen. I know when you're lying, or acting by now." The boy said jutting out his chin in a stubborn fashion. The older man sighed.

"Some people are coming for a visit, and I did not invite them." He told his son. Feli's gaze was unwavering in his intensity as he stared his father in the eyes.

"Do they want to hurt my Fratellino?" He asked.

"Yes, and you as well I'm afraid." The boy paused, seeming to retreat inside himself.

"I see." Was all he replied, as he turned and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" his father asked, though he already knew the answer. Lovino. His eldest son seemed to constantly attached, to the younger child. It was actually rather odd, now that he thought about it. Feli was overprotective, and that was putting it lightly. If there was so much as a bruise on his brother, he would not hesitate to kill all those nearby. Though, he quietly understood. Lovino was his baby brother, and no one could hurt him, or play pranks on him as long as Feli was around. Feli was the big brother, Feli was the protector.

'So why the fuck did it end like this?!' Feli mentally screamed at himself.

Red; that was all he could see. Red carpet, red room, red water, red eyes; dancing red splotches all over the walls. His brother was bleeding, crimson trails leading from the floor to the bullet hole in his pale shoulder. Why was his brother so pale? He had always had a nice tan, golden, perfect. His mother lay in the corner of the room, his father by the window; both had been shot in the head, at point blank range.

"Fratello?" The boy asked, his brother asked.

"What is it, Fratellino?" Feli asked, his eyes blurry from tears, and his throat constricted by unreleased sobs.

"I love you," He said in that beautiful voice, as his eyelids began to close.

"NO! Don't you dare go to sleep, Lovino!" Feli shouted leaning down close to his brothers face, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips into the plush ones below.

'I can't let him die; I haven't even told him I'm IN love with him. This is just our first kiss, we're supposed to grow up together, adopt kids. DAMNIT! I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE DYING! I'M THE PROTECTOR! I'M HIS BIG BROTHER!' Feli thought as he stared at his precious fratellino. Lovino smiled at him, the kind of smile that could break your heart with a single glance at it. Then he closed his eyes. Feli pulled him closer, holding him in his lap as he sobbed.

Loud footsteps. Someone grabbing him, pulling him away from HIS fratellino. Him being overpowered; and his screams as he was dragged away.

"FRATELLINO! LOVINO! TI AMO! TI AMO!" He screamed, and he could have sworn he heard the bloody boy reply. 'Ti amo, Fratello.'

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Feli shivered slightly at the memory, at the wounds that those images had reopened. Agony, that was the only way to vaguely describe the feeling in his chest. The pain of losing someone, was the most cruel, and the most painful, of all.

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'I'm gonna kill him.' Matthew thought, as he gazed around the park. He really was plotting his friends death, though, for more than one reason. Matthew wasn't just the 'gossip-y one.' He was an informant, or rather, someone who knew a lot about the goings-on in the city. He had used some of his connections to get information on who the fuck had taken Lovi. What he had found had chilled him to the bone.

He stared at the paper in front of him. The information on his best-friends 'kidnapper.'

Name: Feliciano Vargas.

Age: 2o

Height: 5'7 ½

Eyes: Brown.

Hair: Brown.

Matthew wasn't stupid, in fact, he was far from it. He could put two and two together. Lovi's name was Lovino Vargas, his family had been murdered when he was nine. He had barely survived, sustaining a gun-shot wound to his shoulder. The only other survivor had been his thirteen year-old brother, Feliciano. Lovi was fucking his brother.

Although, based on the note, Lovi was unaware of this fact. Then again, the 'damn-Italian-bastard' wouldn't mind. He had loved his brother, hell, he still loved his brother. However, they still deserved to know. They both believed the other was dead, or at least, in another country. Matthew grinned to himself, throwing his head back as he laughed.

'I can see Lovi being too stupid to recognize the signs, but his brother should have a bit more sense. I mean, seriously, its obvious who they are.' He shook his head as he stood up, he still needed to find the idiot, if only he could: xxx through his xxx to xxx till it turned xxx. Matthew hadn't noticed he had been speaking out loud, and was therefore surprised when several of the people around him lost thief lunches.

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[ *Back from Russia (to Ivan's great relief)*

So~ Are ya still mad? I hope not, because I'm gonna try to get back into an update mode. We had a brief glimpse into Lovino and Feliciano's past in the chapter, and I'll give another one next chapter. Thank you for reading, and please review.

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]