It was cold, too cold, something was wrong, but what? He hadn't felt this way in...how long was it again? Since he had had a family? He had loved someone once but who? Eventually, in that land of never ending snow, black took him.
The tall man walked through the snow, his mind flittering around like a hummingbird, unable to stay focused on one thought for long. It felt nice to be out of the house, but he wished it was warmer. It was probaly a good thing he was unfocused because, If he had been focused, he would have missed the patch of black that stuck out in the white snow like a disease.
"Hmm, what's this?" He mumbled to himself in his native Russian as he crouched to examine the thing, a look of child like curiosity on his face. That close he was able to see that the black wasn't something dropped but was buried under the snow. Curiosity getting the better of him he began brushing the snow off of the strange thing. To his surprise, he felt it move when he touched it.
"A person?" He asked himself, not in surprise, but in joy. He began to move the snow off faster, oblivious to the fact his knees were creaking from sitting in the same position for so long and his feet growing cold through his winter boots. Eventually, he finished unearthing his prize, a man. He was pale, and if not for his black t-shirt he would have blended into the snow, with pale skin, and hair the was only a tad darker than the snow.
"But who the heck walks around in a t-shirt in the middle of Russia" The Russian half-laughed to himself. Gingerly he lifted up the smaller man. He was lighter and smaller than he had first appeared, the little weight he did have seemed to come from muscle.
"Unnh" The smaller man groaned.
"Hello! I'm taking you to my house 'kay? It's not too far." The smaller man didn't respond. Now holding him, the Russian could see the bruises around the other's throat and feel the sticky blood the black of the shirt hid. Grinning like the lunatic he was, the man began to walk briskly back in the direction of his house, stepping in his own foot prints to save time and effort. It'll be nice having a new pet.
He could feel someone carrying him, someone warm, and to his confused brain that meant safe. The person spoke telling him something, he knew the words but the meaning couldn't get through the fuzz in his brain. Later, he told himself, I'll wake up. But for a while at least he just moved closer to that warmth and sank back into the black.
Hello! This is Ashe-Kuro! (obviously) this is just a tiny little prologue to start up this RuPru-ness...but each chapter I will be putting a "chapter song" for it! The song for the prologue is "Prelude" by AFI, Because of the name and the opening always make me think of falling snow! Please Review if you've read