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I crunched through the heavy snow, feeling the air's frigid chill for the first time since I'd arrived here. With a small shiver, I pulled my thick coat closer to my body, willing myself not to glance back at the miniature mansion I'd left behind and trying not to picture the devastated look on Tino's face as he made his way into an empty kitchen. I promised myself it didn't matter how the Tino here in this dimension felt; only the Tino on the other side was important. It was just my conscience speaking to me, convincing me that I was heartless. Pushing back rising guilt, I focused instead on which direction I was walking. It seemed I had na

What…what in the world was going on here? I peered down at Matthias's unconscious figure on the ground, his face forming a light bruise where I had kicked him. Taking a deep breath, I squatted down beside him and gently opened one of his eyes with my fingers. Relived to find that the iris had changed back to its usual blue, I stood again, remembering with a shiver the lusty, burning red they had just been. What had suddenly compelled him to try such a thing? Earlier, he had refused to kiss me, much less… I shook the thoughts away. At least I knew I was stronger than him. I could take care of myself. But where had Tino and Berwald

I was sure Matthias's voice had changed, taken on a strange robotic tone, yet when I furrowed my brow in confusion, he just gave me his usual smile and a half-shrug. Questions burned in my throat: what had he meant by saying such a thing? Did he believe this was the only world where he existed? Did this world even truly exist? How had I come to be here? But before I could put together a coherent thought, Tino had burst back into the room and dragged me into the dining room, excited beyond my understanding. The table had been set and laid out carefully, in a similar fashion to the mansion on a smaller scale. On top of that, there were severa

It was almost instantaneous; the moment I swallowed my vitamins, I knew I'd just sentenced myself to the will of my father. Quivering, I dropped the rest of the water onto the ground. My heart lurched in horror as I threw a hand over my mouth and looked at Matthias. Already I could feel my throat constricting, chills sending beads of sweat rolling down my back… "Nickolai…?" Matthias asked wonderingly, his face white as the snow that covered the ground outside. "A-are you okay? What's up?" Taking a deep breath, I ignored Matthias's question and hurried to the bathroom. I'd never made myself vomit before…it had always seemed su

My heart was throbbing in my chest as the man emerged from behind the door, his face masked by what looked to be a scarf of some sort. I couldn't seem to get a good view of him; even as he shook my father's hand and slouched creepily down the hall, it was almost as if he was made of shadow…he was completely obscured within seconds. I let out my breath, wiping my forehead. Who had that man been? And why had he been speaking with Father about poisoning me? Or had I just assumed incorrectly? Shaken, I considered turning around and ignoring my father's summons, but just as I was about to leave, my father exited the room, peering over at me

Standing by the pond, the wind ripped through my jacket, tearing at my skin, lifting my scarf from my face. I felt the icy burn creeping up my spine, my body crying at me to move, to escape this desolate emptiness…too many shades of gray, white snow falling all around me, gently riding the wind before coming to a peaceful stop beneath my unmoving feet. Carefully, I lifted a hand and caught the nearest flake, bringing it to my face to examine it before it melted away, its crystalline form a fleeting, mysterious beauty. Through a child's eyes, there was nothing more fantastic than the first snowfall of the year. Breathing in the frigid a

"Y-yesterday?" I was completely shaken. I had never imagined we'd forget the lube on the couch! No parent should ever have to look their child in the eyes and try to explain to them what lube was. It wasn't fair… "Uh… it's… lotion," I heard myself mutter as my face flamed and I tried to pull to from his hands. His eyes brightened and his grubby hands clung to the bottle tighter. "My elbows have been a little ashy lately… can I borrow your lotion for a bit? Please, Mummy?" I let out an uncomfortable laugh and told him, "Uh, no that's Mummy's lotion…" pulling as hard as I could. I couldn't believe how strong this kid

When we got back in the house, the first thing I did was check to be sure that Peter hadn't disappeared or anything. Thankfully, he lay there in his bed, completely unconscious and definitely dreaming. I watched with amusement as his face twitched with the emotions he felt, talking even in his sleep about nonsensical things. I gave a relieved sigh before turning around and heading to the bedroom, trying not to imagine how awful it would be if the orphanage had found out that I had left him totally alone. Lazily, I just ripped off my shirt and crawled into bed, where Berwald lay, staring up at the ceiling wearily. I snuggled up close to him, t

From the moment we stepped through the door back into our house, I knew our lives were going to be crazier than ever before. The first thing the three of us saw was Nickolai and Matthias trying to make pancakes. And failing epically. I didn't understand how it was possible to get batter halfway across the room from where the griddle was, sizzling and hot, but they somehow had and Hanatamago was now licking contentedly at a puddle of batter on the floor. Not only that, but the two themselves were smothered from head to toe in ingredients and arguing about… who knew what. It sounded like something personal that had nothing to do with break