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Ivan has been acting.. Weird, ever since the aliens took him away for a few years or so. I didn't care at first, thinking he'd be the same as it always was. Following me around, staring at me, bothering me.. But as of now, he hasn't done anything at all.
He stopped hanging out with us, even Sua and Mizi.
I don't know what the aliens did to him, but it's been pissing me off! We've all been talking since we were young, but he's gone off doing whatever and we were so excited to see him again --- but now he's acting like he never knew us?
When he got out, instead of staring at me.. He was staring at someone else. That blonde boy that the aliens always dote on.
It shouldn't bother me, why would it bother me? I didn't care about Ivan, I just liked talking to Mizi and seeing her smile, Ivan should be the last thing on my mind. He doesn't matter, I don't..
I don't care.
But, it still makes me mad. How can he act like he doesn't know us? Know me?
Screw it, I'm following him. I need to know what's going on.
"Luka," Ivan drawled out, playing with his hair like a cat starved of affection. He was sprawled out on top of him, artificial grass fluttering against their bodies with the makeshift breeze.
Once again, ignored, Ivan huffed at him doing nothing but playing with that cube.
"Are you really going to ignore me now? You said you would kill Till to be with me forever but Hyuna gives you that cube for two minutes and now I'm nothing."
Luka finally looked up at him, before his stoic mask cracked into a stupid smile. "I stopped talking for two minutes."
"Don't do that," Ivan winced, grabbing onto his wrists. "Is Hyuna more important than me?"
"Of course she is." Luka hummed, they've had this conversation before.
Ivan bit his lip, "No, the cube."
"Hmm.." He thought for a moment, the blond strands of hair falling over his eyes.
Ivan stared increduously. "Nevermind, don't answer that."
"At least she won't love you like I do, you are mine." He grinned, the toothy smile flashing with such genuine interest.
"Yes, yes I know." Luka sighed, his hand resting on the one on top of him. He was stuck like a tumor.
"Luka." Ivan grinned again. "Are you happy that I'm not seeing Till?"
The blonde hair brushed against the grainy oak of the tree they sat under. "No, and I frankly don't care, why are you in such a good mood anyways?"
Ivan didn't respond, his eyes filled with that soft tint of red whenever he stared at Luka for too long.
"Do you want me to go see Till then? I can ignore you too."
"You wouldn't dare."
Luka scoffed, smacking his face playfully even though it didn't hurt due to his lack of physical capabilities. Ivan simply chuckled and leaned his head against him.
His eyes followed him around like a hawk, if he was out of his sight for a moment.. Nobody could have Luka. If Ivan died he would selfishly drag Luka down with him to the pits of his burial.
"Ivan? Now you're the one ignoring me." Luka hummed, finally placing the cube down.
Following his gaze, he perked up with newfound interest. "What did you say?"
"Nothing much, it didn't matter if you weren't listening." He rolled his eyes, hand brushing over Ivan's eyes as if to shield him.
Ivan felt a cold touch press against his lips.
"Why are you doing that?" He asked, tongue sticking out.
"I'm bored, and you keep bothering me."
Ivan stared into the cold abyss of Luka's touch, a body not with a single drop of life in it, yet it felt like an impossible touch that was engraved into his very being.
"..Luka, if I asked you to leave with me.."
"Yes."
He laid there frozen for a moment, his expression unyielding yet not at all obvious. Whether Luka was just messing around, he couldn't see it. So it may as well have been the truth.
"If you left by yourself I would kill you before you even got to exist without me." Ivan tilted his head, confused.
"But then you wouldn't have me at all?" He responded, his eyes twinkling in satisfaction under the icy touches.
"No, because then I would kill myself." Luka said it so casually, and Ivan scoffed.
"Okay, fine, what if I left with Till?"
Luka shook his head, letting his gaze go to stare into the hypnotizing gaze of the one sitting up.
"He wouldn't go with you, and I'd go with you instead. I'm following you until we both die."
It was silent, even though the two both knew every thought exchanged, every minute spent together, every second they had held each other holding onto a lifeline.
But this time, it felt sickly sweet. Like syrup being forced down his throat.
Because this time, Ivan wasn't watching Till.
Till was watching him.