Woot! First APH FanFiction. Even if it's crappy. See, this is a role play that I had done with some random kid on Habbo, except with a plot twist. I changed the characters' names, and altered some of the plot. This story is going to take a while to finish. School is not quite over yet, and I already have 17 pages written in my notebook, yet I'm not even finished it. Since I'm a procrastinator, that adds to the wait.

I first wanted to make this a one-shot; but it was too long. _;;;;

WARNINGS: OOC-ness, Human names used, a little bit of swearing. Read on your own behalf.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, or Habbo.

Beep-beep, beep-beep.

The purple-eyed Russian male groaned as the sounds of his alarm clock rang through his small room. He turned slightly, and smacked the clock on its head to stop the high pitched shrieks. Slowly, he opened his sleepy eyes, escaping from the nightmare he was just in, only to reveal a new one. One he couldn't leave so easily. With that, Ivan sighed, and slowly sat up in his musty cot, his tattered blanket effortlessly floating to the ground as he stood. He trudged towards the pile of clothes his sister, Katyusha, had dropped off the night before.

The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly, and then stiffened in place. It had been so long since he had seen his beloved big sister, so he had been thrilled to see her when she showed up out of the blue the night before. He had wished she could stay longer; but alas, her boss did not know she was there, so she could only drop off the clothes, and scramble back to the big man.

Another sigh escaped the large man's pale lips, as he slipped a beige shirt over his toned chest. The light that was peaking through the ripped curtains of his room danced around on the door, as if telling him he had to leave to make it to school. Ivan watched the sun beam through the corner of his amethyst eyes. He dreaded leaving the comfort of his home to walk down those thug-filled streets.

Ivan had lived in an apartment in one of the worst areas in town. It was known as a red-light district, so he often saw those poor women getting scooped up by desperate, narcissistic wannabes. He wished that they could have lived a better life than they were now; but unfortunately, that was the life choice that those women had picked. Most likely earning the money so they could kill their innards even more by those chemicals called drugs, while greedy diseases ate away at their outsides.

As the outside of his home was filled with prostitutes, gangsters, and whores, the inside of his home was broken, old, musty, and mold could be found in almost every square-inch that was accessible. The walls were white, or at least, they were until they were lathered in dirt, and oily fingerprints. It seemed as though there were not a clean spot in the entire building. The fact that this was all that some people could afford crushed him. He had always wished that people could live peacefully, and not have to worry about economic issues. He had realized long ago that life was not easy, and to prosper, you had to fight hard, and even bring people down to pull yourself up. Though, the fact that he was living in such conditions left no effect on him, he only appeared to be concerned about the well-being of others.

Ivan snapped out of his thoughts and continued to get dressed. He pulled on his blue plaid slacks, and a off-white sweater with a blue stripe on each cuff, as well as along the deep 'v' shaped neck line. He headed out of his room, and into the living room. Like his bedroom, the furniture in the living room was coming apart. The couch had stuffing and springs coming out from every direction, the cupboard doors in his 'kitchen' ( a stove, fridge, sink, cupboards, and a small counter in the corner of his living room) were all falling off their hinges. The window along the dirt encrusted wall was cracked, and would break if a bird flew into it. He dragged his feet towards the refrigerator; his eyes drooping from the lack of sleep he had gotten the night before. He placed one of his large hands on the door handle, and lightly pulled, yet the piece of curved metal had broken off of the beige fridge, making something inside of the Russian snap. In one swift movement, he whipped the handle at the already-cracked window while releasing a loud yell that had risen in his throat, causing the glass to shatter, and the handle to plummet four floors down to the street waiting below. The noise from the crowded streets below filled the room, making its way into the Russian's ears.

Ivan tried achingly to calm himself by taking deep breaths. His teeth clenched, and his hands curled into tight fists, he stood the the bland room, staring at the pieces of shattered glass that were scattered around his. They had come close to hitting him, yet he did not care. He was too overwhelmed with anger to care about anything at the moment. Within a few moments, Ivan put on his tan trench-coat, along with his off-white scarf, and in his hand, he clutched his book bag, then proceeded slammed the front door behind him as he stormed down the dark hallway, listening as some of his neighbours yelled towards him about the ruckus; but the words meant nothing to him. He focused on making his way to school without killing someone in his vast amounts of anger bottled up inside of him. Taking yet another breath, he braced himself before stepping into the crisp winter air.

Ta-da~ Chapter one. 8D /shot

I know, I know. I suck at writing. Don't remind me.

So far, this doesn't really resemble the RP; but I thought, "Hey, why not introduce the readers to Ivan and his lifestyle. 8D". I'unno. I personally find it easy to comprehend a story if I understand the motives behind a character's actions.

I feel like this chapter is too short; but I couldn't really figure out a way to extend it, not to mention I'm practically brain dead, ATM.

If you could review it, and tell me what could be improved, that would be absolutely lovely.

Don't worry. I plan on updating soon, since it's almost the weekend. Because I don't have a social life, I can dedicate my weekend to typing up the next few chapters. 8D