Warning- Swearing, slight stereotyping and alcohol consumption.
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7 years ago-
Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullets from your Father's gun fly effortlessly into the head of the dummy at the other end of the firing range in the basement of your childhood home. He turns to face you and takes off his ear protectors, motioning to you to do the same.
"See (Name) from this distance it is very easy to get a clear shot. I think it's time for you use real bullets now opposed from rubber ones, but just to warn you now they have a slightly different feel to them when they leave the gun." You nod to your father and reach out eagerly for the gun, but he holds it just out of your reach.
"(Name) don't be too hasty, before I let you do this I think we should go over the steps again. Okay so first w-" You cut your father off
"I know, I know, first I must get into the correct stance, then I lift the gun and take aim, if the safety is on I then remove it. I don't need to rush so I take a deep breath as I adjust my aim, and then on the out-breath I pull the trigger, now gimme !" Your father chuckles as he gives you the gun. You hold the gun in your hands feeling the weight of it before doing the steps you had just explained. Bang! Your own bullet doesn't pierce the head of the dummy, instead it as planted itself on the small X in the dummies chest, where the heart is.
"Very impressive young lady, but I bet you can't do it again." You laugh.
"How much do you want to bet if I can?"
"If you can do it again, I will let you keep the gun, deal?" You agree and start to take your aim, but are interrupted when you hear your mother calling from the top of the stairs.
"Dimitri? Are you down there and is (Name) with you?"
"да милая. (yes dear) Is there something you need?" Your Father calls back up.
"Your Father has just arrived and dinner is ready"
"Okay we'll be up in a minute, sorry любовь (love) but today is not the day for you to have a gun." He takes the gun from you and you pout. "Hmpf, fine. Who needs a gun anyway? дедушка (grandpa) says blades are better than guns." Your father laughs, picks you up and starts walking over to the stairs.
" Yes (Name) I know that. I also know you are very capable with a blade, especially after he gave you one for your eleventh birthday." When you reach the top of the stairs your father puts you down and you walk into the dining room holding his hand. Already at the table you see you mother next your baby brother in a high chair gurgling cutely. On the opposite side of the table sits your grandfather.
"Oh лепесток (petal) look how much you have grown" He says as you go over and plonk yourself down next to him. The first course is brought out and everyone starts eating, throughout the whole meal you listen intently to your father and grandfather with you mother offering occasional input.
After dinner, you and you family move into the drawing room and the attention turns to you and Alex.
"You know son, I may not always show it, but I am immensely proud of you for for producing such wonderful grandchildren for me and my only regret is that your mother didn't get to meet them." He smiles fondly while looking at you and Alex, who is sitting on your lap.
"Now my darling there is the matter of your education and introduction to the family business we must discuss." Grandfather says turning to you.
"Academically, you are perfect, just like your mother, and your father tells me you have a natural gift for weapons." You grin at this.
"папа (papa) let me use real bullets today and I almost won the gun off him." Your mother shoots a glare at your father.
" You let her use real bullets?" Your father rubs the back of his head sheepishly.
"I think she was ready."
"Now Yuki, (Name) was going to use them sooner or later, Has she started any form of martial arts, or physical combat?" Grandfather says to you mother.
"Well because of her build, like me she is quite slight, rather than a full on martial art, she has been learning 'Breaking' using the smallest amount of force for the maximum amount of damage." Your grandfather looks to the clock on the mantle place.
"Wow is that really the time, I should really be going, I have to get back to St. Petersburg for a meeting tomorrow." You go with your father to the front door to say goodbye and close the door when your grandfathers car is out of sight. Because of the time of night, you straight to bed and fall into a happy dream. filled with giant apples and on this night llama filled dreams won't last.
Bang! you wake up to a large crash from downstairs that is followed by a quick succession of multiple bullets being fired. You sit up straight in bed and reach over to grab the switch-blade grandpa gave you in that you kept in your draw. The continuous gun shots and shouts are getting closer, so you leap out of bed, grab your dressing gown and put your slippers on. There is a large thump against you bedroom door followed by a shuffle then more gunfire. You door is thrust open to reveal you father in his pyjamas with a gun in his hand and a wound just above his left eye. On the floor next to him is a man in black with a bullet wound to his heart.
"(Name)! We have to go, the house is under attack, we're no longer safe here." You let your father pull you out of the room and down the corridor. In the distance you here Alex crying.
"What about Alex and mama?" You ask desperately.
"You mother and Helga have got Alex." You relax a little. Alex would be safe with mama and Helga was the best nanny in the world. There is a large explosion and the stairs and downstairs are engulfed with flames. "дрисня"(shit)You hear your father swear as he pulls you away from the fire and to the room where the rest of your family is. When you get there, your mother's shoulder in bleeding, blood seeping all over her white nightgown and Alex is crying in Helga's arms.
"The stairs are on fire we can't get out that way, the whole of downstairs is on fire."Your father quickly explains. "We will have to jump off the balcony." He says throwing the French doors pen. You hear more shouting from the end of the corridor getting closer. Your father pushes the large wooden dresser against the door and looks to your mother and she nods.
"Helga I need you to take my children and get out of here now." Your eyes widen when you figure out what this means.
"Papa no you can't, you and mama need to come with us." Your mother bends down and hugs you.
"Don't worry 恋 (koi / love) your father and I will be right behind you." You nod at her and try not to cry when she ushers you to the balcony, the harsh wind full of snow blows your hair around.
"Come child" Helga takes you hand while still holding a screaming Alex and you jump. You land in the deep snow, only to be quickly pulled up and half dragged away from the house.
"Wait Helga we need to wait for mama and papa." You practically scream at her through teary eyes. You turn round looking at your once beautiful home only see it to explode and be engulfed in a ball of flames. Everything goes black.
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You wake up suddenly from your nightmare, covered in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. This is not the first time you have had this memory replayed in a dream, yet no matter how many times you have seen it before it is still just as haunting and destructive. Well so much for a goodnight sleep you mutter to yourself as you roll out of your bed, the possibility of falling back to sleep was now a minimal. You decide to go downstairs to get yourself a drink and as you pass the door to Alex's room you peek your head in, happy to see the slow rise and fall of his breathing. You jump down the last few stairs and wander in the kitchen. You are surprised by the fact you aren't alone and look at your grandfather's tired face, which turns into a wry smile when he sees you.
"Couldn't sleep either мой сладкий (my sweet)" He asks as you pull a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water.
"I had the dream again." You say quietly not looking him in the eye. You hear his chair scuff on the kitchen tiles and feel his warm embrace accompanied with his scent. Tobacco and vodka. You turn round and cuddle him back, you feel warm tears slide down your face and your emotionless mask slips away.
"It always starts the at the same place, when we were happy, almost like fate wishes for me to see it was good before ripping it out of my grasp. The worst part is that I couldn't of done anything to stop it or help them." You let him slowly rock you in his arms. You sniff and look up at your grandfather with (eye colour) watery eyes and a tear stained face.
"Though I suppose there is something to be thankful about." He wipes your tears with his thumb.
"What is that любить?" (love)
"I am thankful that Alex was only a baby and he has no memory of that night nor of our parents. I know he wishes he could remember but it means that he can't dwell on happier times and miss them." Grandfather pulls you over to the table and sits you down, he then takes your glass of water away from you and replaces it with a shot glass which he then fills with vodka. You smile.
"Typical Russian, solve your problems with vodka." You look at thoughtfully at the shot before downing it,feeling the burn on your throat. "There is nothing wrong with a night cap, I shall be going to bed, but I can stay if you wish." You look up at him.
"I'm fine I shan't be here much longer." He kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room leaving you to your thoughts and half a bottle of vodka. It is just pass half past three in the morning before you return to your comfortable bed and fall into a alcohol induced, dreamless sleep.
(Matt POV)
I loudly slam the door to my truck, smearing blood on the door at the same time. I have just come home from a killing spree and look like I have just stepped out of a horror film. I sling my bloodied hockey stick and trudge up the steps to the house I share with my brothers. Before I have a chance to open the front door it is opened from the inside and I am greeted by Oliver, the crazy, cupcake obsessed man that raised Al. Great.
"Mattie (I growl) where have been I have been worried sick about your whereabouts and now you come home like this dripping blood on the carpets. I am very disappointed by you." He nags as I push past him to go up stairs, I am not in the mood to deal with this lunatic, all i want is to let Kuma out so he can feed, take a shower and go to bed. The mood I have been in today I think I deserve those. After doing the necessary tasks, I jump into bed, not caring my hair is still damp and go to bed. Dreaming of a certain someone and certain things I would like to do with her.