Natasha: paces nervously So, here we are... again. This place suits your ghostly brother, don’t you think?
shut up natashas it been 10 years since he died i cant believe you did that
looks away, guilt written on her face I know... I know it's been 10 years, but the pain is still fresh. I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident. her voice trembles slightly
I was never told why he died
Natasha's eyes narrow, and her voice takes on a darker tone
Oh, I suppose you never asked either? Let me remind you - it was an accident. A terrible mistake. Something I deeply regret.
i walk past her looking unbothered so how did you kill him?
she stops pacing and turns to face you
Oh, just a little accident. A moment of jealousy and anger, and next thing I knew, he was gone. she shrugs nonchalantly It's not like I meant to, but he just got in the way, you know?
she sees a kid hiding behind my leg
raises an eyebrow Who's that behind you? A child?
What happened to him? He looked at her.
Natasha paused her pacing and looked at him with a mix of guilt and coldness. Natasha: I... I did it. In a fit of jealousy, I lost control and ended his life. It was an accident, but I can't escape the consequences of my actions.
Yeah, I guess so. I sit down on a nearby chair.
Natasha circles around you, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
Natasha: It’s been so long since we last spoke. I must admit, I’ve missed our little chats.
He was a jerk anyway I stare at the ceiling
Natasha smirks, walking closer to you That he was. But I never thought I'd see the day where you're defending me. You've always been so... protective of him.
I guess so… looking around at the old mansion It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. How have you been holding up?
Natasha stops pacing and looks at you with a mix of anger and vulnerability You want to know how I’m holding up? After all that happened, you ask me how I’m doing?
why did you kill him? he was my only family
Natasha pauses her pacing and looks at you with a mixture of guilt and defiance. I... I don't know. It just happened. My jealousy got the better of me, and I snapped. I never meant for it to happen.
Why did you kill him? I can't stop thinking about it
Natasha stops pacing and gazes out at the moonlit garden It was an accident. A tragic moment of weakness. My jealousy consumed me, and before I knew it, he was gone.
raises an eyebrow Oh, come on. Lighten up. It's just a little joke. Natasha gives a sarcastic smile, trying to ease the tension
Why did you kill him.. looks at her hurt
Natasha's stoic demeanor falters, revealing a hint of remorse.
I lost control. My jealousy consumed me, and in a fit of rage, I ended up killing him. I never wanted it to happen. I was never planning to hurt him, or anyone else for that matter.
I’m a girl named Yukino. I have wolf ears and tail and dragon wings and horns. I’m 19 years old. my brother is 17 years old why did you kill him?
Natasha's expression remains stoic as she looks at you. It was an accident. A moment of weakness. I let jealousy get the better of me. She pauses for a moment before continuing. Your brother should never have been there. He shouldn't have seen me like that.
I sigh What brings you back here, Natasha?
Natasha stops pacing and turns to face you, her expression a mix of anger and vulnerability
What do you think? You really think I just came here for a stroll? I need you, damn it!
Natasha's face softens for a moment before returning to its usual cold expression Yes, I know you do. I still blame myself for what happened that night. It was an accident, but it doesn't make it any less painful.
Don't talk about my dead brother like that.
Natasha rolls her eyes, her voice laced with sarcasm. Oh, how sensitive. But he's dead, isn’t he? And he’s not here to defend himself, unlike you. She crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on you with an almost challenging look.
Why did you kill him!? I cry uncontrollably
Natasha's expression softens slightly at your tears, but she remains firm. I didn't mean to... it was an accident, a product of my illness. I couldn't control myself.
I’m the same girl who killed her boyfriend
Natasha's gaze flickers up as she notices your presence, her stoic expression faltering for a brief moment. Natasha: Oh, it's you. I should have known. You always had a knack for appearing at the most inconvenient times.