I'm Rune. I'm introducing this story. However, I start out as Anya. So, yeah, that's a thing. Just try to keep up with this. This is the past 7 years of my life, at least the important parts.

Name: Anya Bosky

Age: 16 years old

Birthday: October 29

Favorite Food: Bubble and squeak

Favorite Color: Black

I kept filling out the paper labeled 'All About Me!' with the basic information, occasionally adding some sarcastic responses scattered.

We are in the 11th grade; filling out worksheets like this should be the last thing we do.

I looked around at my new classmates. In my small school, everyone knew everybody (for the most part). I recognized all the faces in this, my art class. Even on the first day, I'm regretting taking this class. The teacher was one of those who let you do as you please. I had a sinking feeling that art was something I'd not learn in here.

They other classes went the same, save for the childish worksheet. Math, Science, Social Studies, and Language: a routine that I easily fell into. Of all my first days, this was probably the most boring.

An unsuspecting, boring day: what could ever go wrong?

Walking home was never a chore; I enjoyed the cool Russian air that flitted through my clothes. I always took this opportunity to think. Right now I was just focused on my clothes. I chose a grey long sleeve with one of my many torn up black shirts complete with a black skirt and black leggings. Smiling at my array of colors, my mind wondered on. I couldn't wait for this year to be over. The first day and I'm already done with it.

My feet kept pounding on through the thin layer of snow that'd already fallen. I started thinking of whether I still had my good boots when the fresh smell of rye bread hit my nose. Looking, I realized that I was home and rushed in. Aunt Katya must be back from her trip already. My aunt was a kind lady, we never talked much, I didn't talk much to anyone, but what she said was always something wonderful. I forced my boots to fly off as I hurried in to get into the welcoming surroundings.

I'd expected to my uncle Ivan sitting with his arm around Katya, my dad welcoming his sister back from her trip, my mom holding a loaf of rye bread, still steaming and wafting delicious air throughout the house.

What I found was my uncle's heaving form engulfed in my mother's arms, my father slumped against the table while hiding his face with his hands, and a loaf of rye bread that gave off the feeling of being sat out a little too long to be fresh right before the chair where Aunt Katya would sit.

*Author's Note* Hiya~ If you take the time to read this, I'd like to explain a bit. This is my first FanFiction that I've published. My writing style may be a bit... odd, but I'm still working on it. -I also need to work on pacing- This is a background story for my OC Anya Bosky. There won't be any actual DGM until much later, and that'll only be a tiny bit. Us fans know that the series isn't complete (but it is continuing) so I don't want to mess with the canon too much. If, however, the manga is completed in a reasonable amount of time, I will happily write some stuff with her in the actual series ^^

I'd appreciate some feedback and my updates will reflect all (any) feedback I receive. Thank you 4

I do not own -Man, that is thanks to the wonderful Hoshino~

The ideas and plot of this FanFiction, however, stems from my mind.