. Blessed By A Nightmare .
Okay this is my first AU fiction. I know I should be working on my other one, but I wanted to try this out and see how it goes. Anyway it's Anastasia x Kurando I think Ana is still a little bit in character and her mother too. (Well duh, it's AU) Kurando acts different sorta though. I admit it's really creepy to me how I made him act but, that's why I'm testing it! Now, read and tell me what you think! You know you want to! I made Anastasia a bit older by the way... ;
This work of writing is dedicated to Tiger 5913, for giving me the inspiration of an Ana x Kurando fic. So girl, this one is for you!
Okay, here we go!
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Prologue – The sweet smell of seasons
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Christmas.
The time of year, I have dreaded ever since I could walk and talk.
The time of year, when my usually peaceful house is bombarded with my relatives.
The time of year, when I am forced to partake in stupid, pointless traditions, like pretending Santa Clause is real and that if you leave him some milk and cookies, he'll leave you the one thing you've been silently wishing for, instead of a large clump of coal.
The time of year, when I am endlessly questioned about my love life, or lack thereof, from my annoying aunts and uncles.
The time of year when I have to pretend that I actually like being chased around the house, jumped on and even used as a personal punching bag for my niece, nephew and cousins.
You see, in our household, we have a tradition whenever it comes to Christmas. Every year my whole family, (which includes my father and mother; my older sister Olga and her family; my other older sister Tatiana; and my mother's two brothers and their families) migrates to our house for four weeks to spend Christmas together.
I've always hated this tradition stating that it was pointless because every year something goes wrong and the holiday is ruined.
Nevertheless, my father insists on doing it every year because he's afraid that the family will drift apart if we don't.
However, this year, I was looking forward to Christmas.
Why?
Because instead of spending four weeks with my family, I was only spending two!
You see, during my last year of high school, which was this last year gone, my friends and I had decided to go away to the Black Sea coast for a couple of weeks at Christmas to unwind and to get away from our families.
I had already explained this to my father months ago and he had happily agreed with me at the time.
At the time being the operative words in that sentence, I might add.
However, as luck would have it, my annoying adopted brother called, unbeknownst to me, and announced that he would be returning home this year for Christmas.
He had left three years ago to go to a high school in Japan and hadn't been back since.
So you could imagine my delight when my mother turned around and decided to cancel all my plans without telling me or even talking to me beforehand....
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Chapter one – The Demon and I
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"She WHAT?" I yelled down the phone to one of my best friends, Karin. "How DARE she! I'm seventeen years old! She can't tell me what I can and can't do!" I added in a fit of rage as I paced up and down my bedroom.
"Okay, why are you telling me all this? She's the one that needs to hear it," Karin replied as calmly as possible. She was the calm and rational one of our relationship while I preferred screaming the house down until I felt satisfied I had had my say.
"Oh don't you worry about that Karin. She'll want me to leave as soon as I've finished with her!" I slammed the phone down and stormed out of my room and down the stairs.
"Mother! Mom! Where the heck are you?" I yelled poking my head in and out of various rooms of the palace, all of which were occupied by my relatives in their fancy petticoats and feathered hats, sipping on their afternoon tea.
Gosh, it's like a zoo in here!
"Mother!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"You rang dear?" my mother said cheerfully popping up behind me. She was cradling my seven month old cousin on her hip while making baby noises at her. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Mom, you had no right ringing Karin and telling her I wasn't going to the Black Sea coast. It was my idea to go in the first place!"
"I know that my dear, but Kurando is coming home and..."
"Forget about damn Kurando, Mom!" I yelled frustrated. I saw her flinch at my language but chose to ignore it. "You and I both know that Kurando and I can't stand being in the same room together. Heck, the whole family knows that! Why do you think he never comes to visit?"
"And that's why you're not going," she said walking away from me. I immediately followed because I wasn't done yet.
"Mother, if you rang Kurando right now and told him that I was going away, he'd probably want to give me more money so that I would stay away longer!" I followed her into the kitchen where she put my cousin into the wooden high chair. "He and I are like oil and water. We don't mix and we never will!"
"Ana, you can scream at me all you want, you're not going. You are going to spend Christmas here with the whole family whether you like it or not. And you and Kurando are going to get along even if it kills you," she said. When I started to protest, she held her hand up and added, "You are not going Anastasia Romanov and that's final!"
I groaned loudly at her use of my full name before slamming my way out of the kitchen and back upstairs to my bedroom, yelling loudly, "I hate my life!"
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Two hours later, my phone started ringing loudly. Snatching it up, I said, "What?" to whoever was on the other line.
"What's wrong with you?" my other best friend, Lucia asked.
"I'm not going," I answered shortly.
"Not going where?" She asked with her complete stupidity of the situation.
"To the Black Sea coast with you all."
"...Huh? It was your idea though! What happened?"
"Well apparently, the devil incarnate has decided to grace us with his presence this year," I replied maliciously. "Gosh! He's not even here yet and already he's ruining my plans! He's like a terminal disease! Once he's infected something, he infects everything!" I whined falling back onto my King sized fluffy bed.
"Tee hee! So, when does the cutie get home anyway?" she asked.
"I'll pretend you didn't say that," I replied.
"Just answer the question."
"Soon."
"Okay, give me a time range here so I know exactly when to come over but not seem too obvious that I'm there to see him and not you."
"Gee, it's good to know I'm loved by my friends," I replied dryly.
"Oh, I love you Ana, I just love Kurando more," she said laughing.
"God knows why."
"Oh I can tell you why if you want," she said quickly. "Because of his beautiful dark brown eyes, his luscious, jet black hair that falls into his eyes and that makes you just itch to brush it away, his lean figure that you just dream about at night, his calm and soothing voice that you could just listen to all day and night, his..."
"And on that note, I'll talk to you later Lucia," I said interrupting her.
"Oh, but I haven't told you about..."
"Bye Lucia," I said again hanging the phone up and shaking my head. I knew she was just doing it to annoy me; she didn't really have a crush on Kurando. I mean, who would? He's a sadistic, arrogant jerk who thinks he's God's gift to women under that innocent facade of his. Who on earth would find that appealing?
"Anastasia? Are you still sulking in there?" my mother asked as she stood outside my bedroom door.
"I'm not sulking!" I yelled throwing a pillow at the wide royally lined door.
"It matters not. Look, Kurando is here, so come down and say hello."
"No thanks!"
"I wasn't asking young lady," she said sternly. Rolling my eyes, I got up from my bed and ran my fingers through my cinnamon hair. Opening my door, I walked down the hallway and half way down the stairs. I sat down and waited for his "highness" to appear. Everyone was waiting for him to come inside while I was wishing that lightening would strike him unexpectedly.
Then the front door opened and in walked Kurando, still in one piece.
"Kurando, it's good to have you home!" my mother said enveloping him in a hug.
"It's good to be home," he said kissing her cheek.
Suck up!
God he makes me sick!
"It's good to see you son," my father said shaking his hand and patting him on the back. "You don't visit enough."
I wonder why.
Everyone else in my family embraced him with open arms while I sat on the staircase glaring daggers into his back.
"Anastasia, come and say hello," my mother ordered with a glare in my direction. Standing up, I looked over at him and said, "Hi." Then, turning around, I started to walk upstairs.
"Not so fast young lady," my mother said. "Your father and I have something to say."
Okay, that does it!
Turning around, I said, "Must I remind you all that I'm seventeen years old? You treat me like a baby! I'm surely almost a full fledged adult!" I said angrily.
"Perhaps you should start acting like one then," Kurando said, grinning.
"Was I talking to you?" I snapped.
"Well, you didn't specifically say who you were talking to so..." he let his sentence trail off with a nonchalant shrug.
"Specifically? Wow, a word with five syllables. Would you like some ice before your brain over heats?"
"Ice? Sure. Why don't you chisel some off of your heart for me? If you have one that is," he added with another grin. I don't know what came over me, but before I knew it, I was lunging at him with the intention of punching that stupid smug grin off of his face.
"You're an asshole Kurando you know that?" I yelled trying to free myself from my uncle's grip.
"Of course I do. After all, you keep on reminding me of the fact," he said coolly. I lunged at him again.
"Alright enough!" my mother yelled standing in between us. "Goodness, he's only been here five minutes and already you can't be civil towards each other." Looking over at my dad, she asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea? They might try to kill each other in their sleep."
I immediately stopped moving and stared at my mother. "Is what a good idea?" I asked frowning.
"For the next four weeks, Kurando will be sharing your room with you Ana," she said calmly.
"WHAT!?" I yelled loudly. "You have got to be joking! There is no way in hell I'm going to spend the next four weeks sleeping next to that!" I pointed at him. "Who knows what he might do!" I said throwing my hands up in the air.
"Too bad. The decision has been made and that's final. Anastasia, show Kurando up to your room," My father had said. I watched helplessly as both my mom and dad walked out of the foyer and into the ball room. Soon the rest of my relatives left leaving me alone with Kurando. I turned to him and found him smiling.
"What the heck are you smiling about?" I snapped.
"Nothing. Just the look on your face," he replied with a shrug. "Come on sis, show me to your room," he said picking his bag up and walking up the stairs.
"You know where my room is you moron and I am not your sister, Kuran," I said using the first half of his name. It was something he and I both did to annoy each other. He would call me sis because he knew I didn't like to refer to us as brother and sister and that it annoyed me, and I called him Kuran because I didn't like his full name, which was Kurando .
"Don't call me Kuran," he said glaring at me.
"Then don't call me sis," I answered as we walked down the hallway to my bedroom.
Stopping outside the door, I turned to face him. "Don't touch anything that belongs to me and I won't touch anything that belongs to you and hopefully, we'll be able to last the four weeks without killing each other."
"Not likely," he replied pushing past me and into my room. Groaning, I looked heavenward.
"Somebody shoot me now!" I pleaded silently.
"That can be arranged you know." he said in his quit voice from inside my bathroom.
"Shut the heck up!" I yelled back slamming the door shut behind me before going to see what he was doing.
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There ya have it, now is this weird or what? Adopted Kurando in the Romanov Family. Leave a review if you like!
/ A Lifeless Beauty /