Fairytale Untold

Chapter 1

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Should there have been a time when Alastor could say he was happy, it was at that moment. His brother finally got out of jail, for being one of the suspects of a massacre. He almost felt pity to the officers who didn't even see through his brother's lies. Believing the Altruist brothers were as innocent as angels.

Such idiocy indeed, Alastor could almost hear the surprised gasp the officials would let out if they ever found out about their undesirable hobby. The doorbell rang, getting Alastor out of his cruel fantasy.

"That must be brother, just in time". He grinned heading to the door with such gracefulness. He was acting like quite a lady, rather than a gentleman. But alas, society didn't approve of what is out of the ordinary.

The door opened, revealing another smiling face, the smile almost identical to Alastor's.

"My dearest little brother, have you been taking care of yourself this few days that I've been away?". The taller, named Albert asked, placing his coat on the hanger. He was now facing his handsomely cute little brother. If someone would ask who resemble their dearest mother, it would be Alastor.

Now Albert was almost jealous, his little brother got all the good traits from both sides of the family but looked nothing like their bastard of a father. Unlike him, Albert was the most identical to their father, just with sharper features and a whole new color scheme.

"Of course I have" Alastor replied, turning on his heel and going to the kitchen. Albert followed, he may be jealous but Alastor did nothing to warrant such emotion. Albert was not idiotic and self-centered, he can see truth.

"What will we have for dinner?". Albert cought up to the shorter, taking a glance on the family picture hung on the wall. It had been quite a while since their parents got killed in an accident.

"Jambalaya..." Alastor's voice came in a whisper, noticing his brother staring at the old picture. Their mother looked so young sitting on the chair, a baby in her arms and a toddler on her lap while their old man was standing behind the chair, with such a stoic expression.

Albert turned and smiled, it was not the time reminiscing some old memories. What was done, was done. They couldn't change the past.

"Mom's recipe?" Albert already knew the answer.

Alastor smiled, not replying. His brother had just asked him a stupid question. Of course he would use their mothers recipe. He went to the stove, heating the pot before taking two plates.

"Just like hers..." Albert whispered as the plate was served to him, "Thank you". Manners was a must, their mother used to say.

Alastor nodded, minding his own dinner. It was not a big deal, he cooked while his brother does the dishes, it was a win win for both of them.

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Albert yawned, his sleepiness slowly leaving him as he grew irritated. He regretted consenting to Alastor making a studio in the house, but not consenting to making the walls soundproof. He was idiotic in his decision, he knew that very well. Now, he had to endure the nights where his little brother can not sleep and randomly deciding to record a dammed podcast.

But who was he to complain, Alastor brought additional money to their account. Making living quite easy as for now.

With mew found restlessness, Albert got out from his bed. Another person dead wouldn't mean such a thing to him.