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[kat8cha]

Jill grinned. A mink, a flaming mink, wasn't that just so very… so very Bel. And the way the mink curled around Bel's shoulders, like some demented, gay, flaming stole. Oh Bel. Jill's beloved younger brother. How could Jill hate Bel, when Bel was so… so very ridiculous. Even Bel's attempt to kill Jill had failed… though Bel had done away with most of that irritating, annoying family of theirs (Jill had helped finish off the rest, well, except for the butler, Jill liked the butler). Bel was staring up at him, and even if Jill couldn't see Bel's eyes under that ridiculous styled hair Jill knew he was staring, and it was… it was cute. How could Jill hate Bel when Bel was just so very pathetic? Pitiful really. Bel hadn't even known Jill was alive all these years, all those long, long years, when Jill was ruling his kingdom of two (himself, the butler) and making plans.

Descriptive plans. Game plans even. For when Jill finally had a partner again.

And now it was time to play.

Jill grinned. Bel always lost.