Yo! My name is ChaoticDucky! Nice ta meet ya. Now I know I haven't actually posted for this fandom before.. But that's because I have just recently looked into it after a friend of mine kinda nudged me in that direction. When I looked into it I saw how much potential it had and had to do something even if it was writing a story for the same friend who pushed me into this fandom. The story originally going to be just something that I sent to him later.. but after realizing I had written a substantial amount of content I decided to give you guys a preview before I actually post even another chapter. I figured you fans might like to voice on opinion on whether my story is even good. So a review or ten would help a lot.. Hope you like it.. Because I seriously have quite a bit of content and its not even done yet. I haven't even hit the Rainbow curse yet, and I plan to go rather far, because I had a crazy plan for some things that I have yet to get to, so this is going to be long enough that I'm satisfied with what I have, or really how far I've gone. Sorry about the messed up beginning for this chapter.. I own a very pushy cat that sometimes walks all over my keyboard. O..o
They were born into a highly influential Mafiya syndicate in Russia at the tail end of the 1950's on August the eighth, to a Mafiya Don and his wife.
Cherep Mikalov was a tiny child when he was born.
His twin sister Cheshire Mikalova, younger by 10 minutes, was equally small, due to the fact that they were born three months premature,they are both weighing somewhere around Four pounds and six ounces and are not even twelve inches long.. There was an attempt on their mothers life to end them and their mother so that the syndicate would not have an heir. Their mother didn't survive the ordeal. She passed not long after naming them.
Cherep is a tiny boy with bright purple eyes and a barely there tuft of purple hair. His baby sister has a purple eye and a gold eye with silver hair shocked through with purple. Cherep doesn't pay attention to their looks most of his childhood, but later, later, he does and wants to kick himself for being so stupid, and not noticing it.
His father is the head of the Family and was sorely disappointed in him and his sweet baby sister due to the fact that they were rather weak and rather prone to illnesses that struck with startling frequency in their childhood, due to the face they were born premature and they were unable to benefit from their mothers milk. They weren't good enough for him, and he made sure they knew it. He wasn't a father, not really. He was отец and they are not allowed endearments. He's cold and stilted and Cherep learns quickly to make sure Cheshire stays far, far away from him lest he ruin the brightness that dwells in her eyes and her smile.
For most of their first few years of their lives, everyone in the mansion would be baffled by the fact that Cheshire kept looking for someone, when they learned to talk she kept asking for a 'Charlie', the serving staff chalked it up to an imaginary friend, eventually forgetting about the imaginary Charlie. Cheshire would eventually stop looking for someone who wasn't there, but some could tell that she wasn't quite satisfied with the subject being dropped.
They are two almost three when their father had another child. The one he would name his heir, skipping over Cherep as if he is but an apparition haunting the family manor, and not his eldest son. They are forced to attend the heir naming ceremony by their Father before they are all but forgotten due to inadequacy. The moment when Cherep looks up into his nanny's somber sad eyes when she tells him that отец will not be visiting because he has Important Business to attend to while his baby sister coughs as she holds his hand with her big eyes, dual colored beauties watering due to sadness. She listens to the excuses that he knows are lies, trying so hard not to cry. He knows what hate feels like. He's not sure he likes it.
It's his baby sisters big eyes peering up at him later asking him whats wrong with them, and why papa doesn't love them that makes him feel that his hatred is justified, even if only a little. But it burns hot and wild beneath his skin, for some reason he understands that this is not how he should be feeling for the man that helped bring him and Cheshire into the world but it doesn't stop the irrational hatred that makes his skin itch, but he knows somewhere in his subconscious that the hatred is only going to burn hotter and hotter until it consumes him, but he is okay with that because their father deserves nothing but his hatred. Cherep doesn't notice the tiny purple flickers over his tiny fingers as he pulls his little sister into his bedroom to cuddle and coo to calm her down as he watches her fall asleep while he protects her.
Cherep is three when the dreams start. Dreams of another life; A life where he was a troubled teen dad named Jacob Night. The dreams fill in gaps and make him feel smarter, more prepared for this life. The memories are a huge influence on his impressionable mind. They are who he is, how could he have forgotten?! As Jake he knew a lot of different things, so he starts to teach his precious baby sister. Because he knows, like he knows that his father has another child and will never look back on the two Rejects that he blames for his beloved wife's death, that no one else will.
He is three and a half when he remembers that he used to be hailed as a child prodigy and was such a disappointment when he went and had kids, because he was throwing his life away, (Father: Jake what are you doing you fucking moron?! You could be so much better! So much more! Make her get rid of it. You should get a job as a scientist or something, put that brain to good use you no good piece of shit.) (Mother: I can't believe I gave birth to you. You're nothing but useless garbage!). He didn't really care about public opinion though, or the opinion of his parents. Just his siblings that he had in that life. They supported him when he was at his lowest and always have. So he kicked peer pressure's ass, he and his ex had made peace with each other, and he got custody of their son and surprise daughter. She got to visit because she couldn't take care of them. She didn't have the funds or support that he did. Even though he was trying to help as best a fucked up kid like him could, it wasn't like she didn't want them. Bella loved their brats. He would rather be a dad, gladly taking the stress of everything that comes with it than the horror of being a prodigy resting on his thin shoulders. In that life he became a landscape designer with a penchant for smoking when he was stressed; that was happy as a dad. Damn good at his job so shut the fuck up.
So he takes to the teaching of things to his baby sister with a ferocious fever that makes the nannies nervous, as he uses all of his genius from both lives: because Cherep is undeniably a math genius and his mechanical, scientific, and inventive genius has remained, so he knew how to plot; and how to get out of this situation because it feels soooo much like what happened to him before as Jake, with his oh so disappointed parents and the suffocating pressure of the expectations, and he Can't take that a second time, and he won't let his adorable little kitten of a little sister to live with that. His plots have to wait though, they have to be long term because Russia was Cold in the winter; and not much warmer the rest of the year and they are three, and they need to prepare with supplies they have carefully pilfered. The next morning he starts to relearn how to steal, and pickpocket, because hes taking care of Cheshire and damn the consequences. He makes sure she learns this and how to defend herself with her tiny fists, teaching her how to handle a gun he pilfers from one or two of the Mafiya members, he doesn't teach her how to fire it yet, he hopes she never has to, even in self defense. But Cherep is smart so he waits and plots for the perfect time to strike, much like the viper his best friend and the man that he had fallen in love with used to tease that he was. He misses Them, his best friend Jamie, his pseudo-little sister Liz-kat, misses his kids, his siblings, he even misses his smart ass lesbian as hell ex-girlfriend Bella; but he cant let himself fall back into his old friend depression, it leads to nothing but pain and painful suicide attempts and he refuses to leave Cheshire alone. He is all she has in this world and he has always been a possessive bastard, because while he might be living a different life and have been reincarnated he hasn't really changed much from the blue eyed clinically insane young man that got diagnosed with multi-personality disorder and severe depression, due to the pressure put on him by his peers and document proof of his and his siblings childhood abuse was justice... seeing his parents carted off was a blessing. He wouldn't miss them in the slightest. He's still upset that his older brother had started crying. The fact his kids got to stay was a welcome bonus. But that was probably because Bella had moved into their house at that point and had been pretty much adopted as the community bitchy little sister, so custody was rather moot anyway. So nothing had really changed besides his head being clearer with the pain being dull and almost non-existent, much like a breath of fresh air after drowning.
Cheshire looked up to her brother. He was all she had in the world and all she knew. He was raising her despite him being the same age, even though she didn't quite understand what it meant that he was the one she would turn to before an adult at that point in her life. She trusted him the most, and she probably always would. She could see the fire and passion burning behind his eyes that were beyond his years, a fire that said he was rather proud of what he does and she can see the pride in his gaze when he looks at her, it causes her to flush pleased at the indirect praise from her big brother. He taught her things that no child should know, with a wisdom that was rare, even in the adults around them. She would get frustrated when something went right over her head. But she kept trying. Even if she didn't understand it fully, Cherep would fill in the blanks later, when she understood more. She would scrunch up her tiny brow and endure because if big brother said this was important then it was important. Chesh pay attention! Learn this! There were some days that Cherep would look like he was a million miles away. Lost in a place she could not follow, and he would look sad. She knows he is hiding something. She is his twin so she can read him better than he probably realizes, but she understands that its painful so she doesn't push for answers. She just smiles and accepts him as he is. On the days that he looked the most lost, she would go pick him some flowers from the neighbor's overgrown garden. It was worth it to sneak over to the pretty vine roses, making sure she grabbed the nicest one she can find. Even if the Vory next door grew angry at her for it, it usually cheered him up. Every time he smiled, she would feel this warmth inside her chest that was like no other. She loved him very much. Cherep took very good care of her. So she decided that she was going to take care of him too, even if the only thing she could do was pick him flowers. Because his smile and happiness was important to her. She knew her brother was a warrior, he was strong, and he was her hero. No one could ever convince her otherwise.
So hey you probably noticed, some things are different here. But never fear, because i was just adding more to the first two chapters! And as I'm working more towards the end, I decided that it was high time I updated. SO here you guys go! And.. And a third chapter~ Enjoy my little Ducklings~~