Onesided nedmano

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"Are you sure I can't trade him for the other one?" Antonio said into the phone. The one who he was planning to trade, Lovino heard him, and slowly backed away from the door before breaking off in a sprint. He soon ran into Axel, a spiky haired, seemingly stoic 15 year old.

"Move," the 14 year old said. He kept his head down, kept his voice quiet as to not show how he felt.

"Why?" the other asked concerned.

"Can you just fucking move and mind your own damn business, Axel!" the younger ran around him.

"Lovino, wait!" he yelled. The plea fell upon deaf ears. He ran after him, following him into the garden of the estate. Where he saw a broken, brown haired, olive eyed male cursing the world, and questioning his self worth. Lovino then tilted his head to see the other staring at him with pity and anger flashing over his forest irises.

"Why are you here? Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Lovino said wishing that he wasn't here right now.

"It doesn't matter. Now, what's wrong?" concern laced Axel's voice as he stepped closer When he reached Lovino he dropped to his knees and held the lanky one to his broad chest, in an attempt to comfort him. Axel never did this for anybody, normally it was either a quick hug to his siblings or he just awkwardly patted their back. Lovino finally laid everything bare.

"I just can't take it anymore. Being compared to Feliciano no matter what I do to separate myself from him. When I went into painting, so did Feliciano, I tried to separate our styles by painting more cartoon like characters, everybody said that I should stop beings so childish and paint realistically. I then took up photography, but nobody cared. I even told my family that I had my first gallery opening for my photos. They didn't even bother to show up. I kept on taking new talents the way a compulsive shopper grabs clothes. Having somebody everybody praises for a brother soon makes you feel unimportant. And it doesn't get better. People telling you why can't you be more like your younger brother, Feliciano would have done it better. Yeah, well he can't keep anything alive longer than three days. I made this garden, I built this oasis. They now call this the pride of the estate and it was made by me but they don't even give me credit. I trained the gardening staff, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing but a desire in Antonio's heart to trade me for Feliciano," Lovino finished his tangent. His voice rose with anger and ended with a melancholic, bitter sigh. Axel, being someone of few words, just held him closer, before letting him go altogether.

"Where are you going?" The boy with now dried tears asked.

"To slaughter Antonio," Axel said rather calmly.

"Please don't they would probably blame me for the death at this estate and I don't want you going to jail, so just let it go and forget I said anything" Lovino pleaded. The other reluctantly agreed and let it be but vowed to make sure that Lovino never felt that way anymore.  

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