May: I would like to dedicate this story for my bestfriend who is celebrating her birthday today. I would also like to point out a few details pertaining to this story: First, this is a parody of the movie "Anastasia" and isn't made to dissuade the readers about the information nor the real facts of the movie concerning the Romanov royal family. Secondly, I do not own the anime HunterxHunter and all characters associated with it. I only own the filler chapters and the OCs in the coming chapters.

Chapter 1 - Memories that linger

"Papa!" a young blond haired boy cried happily, his emerald eyes twinkling as he was raised and swung in the air by strong powerful arms dressed in the garbs attributed to the nobility.

He was then put down on the floor and ran towards an elder woman who was seated on an elegant chair, dressed in long red robes lined with gold and made from the finest silk.

As he looked up to see her face, all he could see was a mist covering the face. A face that he felt that he must know so well if the gestures of the lady would mean anything to him.

He reached out a hand, trying to make sense of it when-

The boy jolted awake as if he felt an invisible forced rammed into him, returning him to the vestiges of the reality that he was in right now and not the blissful happiness that was widely showed in his dream.

Heaving out a sigh, he sat up in his bed on the floor and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the dream that he had awhile ago before he was rudely pulled into the world.

So far it was the most vivid dream he had that possibly showed the life he might have come from-a life that he never remembered. And a life so unreachable in his current state.

He was an orphan. For how long, he couldn't remember. All he could remember was vaguely loitering around, calling out for someone who isn't there anymore. Someone who should have been there to protect and care for him.

As he was about to go venture again into his thoughts, a loud knocked on the door broke him from his musings and was opened up by a short stout older woman with gray hair sticking all over the place, dressed in worn out rags and shoes.

"So, you're up." the woman drawled as she looked down at him with a look on her face. "What were you waiting for? Get up!"

"Fine." he mumbled as he stretched his hands over his head. Then stood up and began tidying up his sleeping area as the woman left him to his own devices. He couldn't help but be sometimes annoyed that the woman treat him like he did something that was unfavorable in her eyes.

But he was thankful at least that this is the las time that he would ever have the need to stay in a place like this. A place where orphans like him arrive and never leave to even find if they have a family they could return to.

A family that would be their source of comfort and safety.

And he was painfully reminded of his as he looked down at the small gold pendant hanging around his neck, attached to a thin gold chain. It was the only clue that he had about his real family.

"I wonder where you are now." he whispered as he looked at the pendant in his palm, with longing. "And if you were all still alive."

Heaving out a sigh, he tucked the necklace under his big grey long shirt and don on a forest green coat that was way too big for him and tied an indigo scarf around his neck tightly as he could feel that the cold outside was unbearable even fot someone like him who have experienced it for years.

If anyone would be willing to be an ice popsicle, then be his guest.

He would rather die from heat rather than die frozen in an untameable area in the country.

"I would miss you all." he whispered as he looked at the boys and girls sleeping in the small cramped room. "Till we meet again." he added as he ducked his head and went out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him, leaving his past behind for good.

"Are you ready?" a voice spoke and he looked up to see the old woman again looking at him with a soft expression on her face.

He silently nodded and followed the older out of the building and donned on the cap he was hastily given awhile ago. He couldn't help but be saddened at the thought of leaving the children behind. Children that had grown to look up at him as big brother.

As he walked down the hallway, he let his eyes gazed over at the sleeping forms of the children in the hallway, some cuddled together against the cold, while some were huddled under a huge blanket which was no doubt was a tablecloth when the orphanage had seen better days.

'This is it...' he thought as he neared the double doors leading to his future and away from the scrutinying eyes of the woman and to his disappointment and grief, the eyes of the children he had grown to be part of. 'Good bye.'

"You're leaving?" a small voice spoke and he slowly turned his head to look at a small child with black hair and brown eyes looking up at him tearfully. "You're leaving us, Kura?"

He smiled as he fully turned to face the child and got down on his knee. "I won't be leaving entirely. I will come back someday to visit you all."

"Promise?" the child asked as he held out a hand, his pinky pointed towards him.

Kura raised his and intertwined it with the child's. "Promise."

As soon as he said those words, children began rising from their sleep and was waving him off with smiles on their faces. "Bye, Kura! See you soon!"

"Good bye!" he greeted in return as he waved his hand, not noticing the glare the orphanage head was giving him while muttering some things underneath her breath about his arrival in the orpahange 8 years ago.

"I've found you a job at a fish factory," she drawled on despite listening to him wave to the children inside the orpahanage. "You go to the left, and see the fork-" she glared at him. "Are you listening?" she demanded as she placed her hands on his hips.

"I am listening, Mrs. Phlegminkoff." he answered as he dropped down his hand and gave the older his full attention.

"Never mind." Ms. Phlegminkoff scoffed as she lead the way. "I asked myself why I ever took you in...you came in like some aristocrat you are...and all you ever said was..." she pulled him by the scarf around his neck and read the writings on the pendant. "Together in Paris..." she mocked as she let go.

"It would be easy if I know who I was-" he started to protest.

"But you didn't!" she reminded him with a scoff as she pushed him out of the gates and shut it. "Together in Paris!" she cried as she turned on her heel and started walking back to the orphanage, a hand on her back while letting out a few coughs here and there. "Together in Paris...what a joke."

He looked at the orphanage for awhile, as it was the only home he could ever remember and with a dejected sigh he fixed his scarf around his neck then started to walk. All the while thinking to what would happen to him.

And if he would ever feel the love that only a family could bring.

May: This was the new story I was planning for months now! There would be revisions later on about this particular chapter but anyways...please do comment and read.