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Choose Ivan

Youshook slightly at this, this look a like may look and sound likeIvan, he may have his body and his face, and his voice. But he wasnot Ivan. Not the man you fell in love with. He frowned as you didn'tanswer and his grip on you became uncomfortably tight.

"Rightmoen (my) moonflower?" He asked as you looked up at him, glaringand he gasped shocked. No one had dared to look at him like thatsince he was a chibi. Not anyone who lived to tell the tale at least.

"Youaren't Ivan. I don't even know you." You whispered as he looked atyou with shocked wide eyes. "I love Ivan. I promised him that I'dlove him and him alone." You added as he looked at you almost sadif not for the fact his face was almost completely blank and neutral.Completely at odds with the raging storm that was brewing inside ofhim.

"Sillylittle Name, don't you know I am your precious Ivan? Just different."He said as you looked into his eyes and shook your head in denial."Yes I am." He growled holding you tighter and you smirked up athim, causing him to blink confused red eyes.

"Youronly proving my point." You whispered as he looked at you confusedand his confusion turned to anger as he glared at you. "Ivan wouldnever hold me like this; so tight that it hurts. He would never glareat me like you do." You added as he blinked once again shocked andat this time at a loss for words.

"Nyet.(No.) I am-" he whispered releasing you and staring at you as youshook your head, denying him and rejecting him.

"Ivanis caring, sweet, loving; second players are the exact opposite ofall that. Then you must be the monster that others claim my love is.He is good. You must be bad than. Give him back." You added with agrowl gaining strength as he let out a scream falling to his knees.

Youtook a few steps back from the large Russian man, unsure what to do.You might not love him but you didn't want him to suffer. However hethen curled in on himself and you worried for him, taking a stepforeword when he didn't move worried that he had stopped breathing.

Thatthought alone sent you into a panic, if he was not breathing whichmeant he was dead, did that mean Ivan was to dead? You however jumpedas he lifted his head, his hair was back to the beige blonde and hiseyes the beautiful shining violet, his scarf once again pink and hiscoat again beige.

"Ivan?"You whispered unsure if this was just a delusion or what it was. Heanswered this by smiling his natural sweet child-like smile to youstanding up once again.

"Sunflower."He whispered taking you into his arms lovingly. "My sweetsunflower." He stroked your hair as if he thought you were made outof glass. Good thing to, because standing there holing onto him youfelt breakable. Like one wrong word, one touch that wasn't gentleenough and you'd snap like a small twig.

"Ivan..."you gasped out holding tightly to the man who merely hummed for you.

"Mysweet Name. I'm so sorry, polvsey. (sunflower.) He didn't hurt you,did he?" He asked as you looked up at him. You knew who he wasspeaking of, Sergio, his second player. Technically him and yetdefiantly not him.

Intruth your arms where he gripped you hurt horribly but you didn'twant to tell Ivan that. However you promised to never lie to him andyou couldn't break your promise. "He gripped me a little tightly.But it's nothing too serious. I'm just glad your back teddy bear."You added downplaying how hard you had been held but that didn'tmatter. Ivan held you a bit tighter still being careful of hisstrength as he started humming a few songs in Russian to you whichalways severed to calm you down.

Soonenough you were fast asleep and he carried you to your room where helovingly changed you into (favorite pajamas). However he froze as hesaw your flawless (skin tone) arm. Along your upper arms were blackand blue bruises that were there mocking him. He knew if he were tohold his large hands to them that they would match perfectly. It washis hands, not ones he controlled, that harmed his precious one andonly sunflower. He felt like his blood was ice as he changed youfurther and crawled into bed holding you lovingly. He swore tohimself, even if it killed him, he'd never let his second player takecontrol again. That evil man would only hurt his precious Name.

Deepin the recesses of Ivan's mind, Sergio cursed himself for the pain hecaused to the one he loved. Second players were supposed to feellove, that's what you had said. He was the opposite of Ivan and soshould not feel it. He wished it were true.

Alittle dark and serious. More than I normally write anyway.