Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. Though I do own my OC's.
The next thing her father had done in aid to her blossoming skills was sign her up for the ballet and in Russia, the physical arts were no joke.
It was all about precision and agility, it was highly praised and she was expected to do well. Beyond well if she was being honest and she was. She was supposed to be perfect in all aspects of the dance and she wouldn't settle for any less.
Her teacher was an elegant woman with pale hair wrapped up into a bun, sharp accessing blue eyes, and a body toned from years of professional ballet and assassinating targets part-time.
Katerina Petrova was a woman to be feared and everyone knew it.
The first few lessons they spent going over the basics and the classics. Rigorous stretching and balance techniques were her current focus as of now and with its progression, little beaming pieces of pure June fell through.
The little sunny haired arts majors who played way too many instruments and danced too many styles felt content within her mafia lifestyle for the first time ever. Every turn, every twist, every time she went to practice with Katerina she felt like her heart was going to burst through her chest with happiness regardless of how she wasn't able to properly showcase her skills in her current body.
Between her ballet, weapons, and language tutoring - in which her teachers were pleased at her progress in English and French - Cherep had little time to take notice of the happenings around the household but once she did it, came in the form of a green eyed boy dressed in a butler's uniform standing by her father's side.
And she would be lying if she said she didn't know that gaze.
This boy was from the prison and like before the flames kindling in her blood reached out towards him greedily and she knew she had to have him.
"Otets." She greeted with a nod as she went to stand by his side at his beckon and without preamble her father got down to business.
"This is Katja," He introduced with a sweep of his hand and a genial smile. "and he is now yours to do with what you wish."
All at once the boy dropped to his knee and bowed his head to her, muttering a near reverent 'my lady' under his breath.
"You have saved him from death at the prison and now he has devoted his remaining life to you," Her father said sounding particularly pleased. "Without you, he would be nothing so now it is up to you to make him into something."
Cherep knew the rules of the mafia and she knew them well, denying this man would bring nothing good so she did as she was expected to.
"I will take him." She said aloud with considering eyes. "And he will be mine."
Katja Jaxr was ten years old, a previous member of the recently killed Jaxr family who specialized in weaponry, and Cherep knew he would be a good addition into the family. She had made the right decision in keeping him, with his knowledge he would very useful.
Cherep decided to make him her bodyguard in the end after a lot of debating with herself. She had seen his skills during the break out and he was nothing to sniff at. He was quick, he was fierce but he was also rough around the edges. Though maybe if she gave him some time he could work that out by himself with the help of some good ol' experience.
But nevertheless she would have him trained by her father's elite. She didn't want him to die because of a foolhardy mistake.
Staring up into the steel eyes of Ilya Serg, one of her father's personal guards, she smiled.
"Morning Uncle Illya." She greeted prettily, purple eyes sparkling but before she even so much as bat her eyelashes, he gave her a smirk.
"I'll train your little boy printsessa*." He told her, brushing his long brown hair from his face before his gaze turned razor and cut over to the blue haired boy by her side. "After all if he fails and you get hurt, It'd be a shame to have to kill such potential."
The sharp sting of killing intent spiked and Katja bowed his head in a silent promise.
Sighing the tall and lean man stood and stretched, bones creaking from the stress.
"Well we don't have all day boy," He grumbled with a wave of his hand. "come on. Let's break you in."
To Katja's credit, he didn't pale or flinch at the heavy emphasis on the word break, but he did gain a sliver of worry in his eyes.
Patting his hand, Cherep watched the two of them exit the room before giving a small grin. He was in good hands, they were the best of the best after all.
Raising her hand she managed to give a single small wave at their retreating backs before her world exploded into pink.
Inhaling in surprise, Cherep let out several rough coughs as she waved a hand through the thick mist, fingers brushing against the gun strapped to her side.
But before she could so much as take her aim someone spoke, easily startling her into freezing with it's lazy intensity.
"You have three seconds to explain what the hell happened to the idiot lackey and why he's a child," A dark sinuous voice said, a bored edge lingering on the tone. "Or I'll blow the inside of your head out, it's your choice Bovino."
*princess
Edit: 3/20/16
