CHAPTER TWO
Rasputin cackled evilly.
"I win! I win!" He yelled triumphantly, jumping up and down gleefully.
"Eh, sir, it's just a card game.." began Bartok.
"Just a card game? JUST a card game?" said Rasputin, who looked mortally offended, "My dear minion, this is not JUST a card game, this is GO FISH!"
Bartok eyed his master warily. He had come to the conclusion that Rasputin had gone off his rocker after the incident when Rasputin's magic had broken. And Bartok was pretty sure that being turned into dust wasn't the most pleasant experience, either. Of course, Rasputin was back in his human form, but Bartok still thought more could be done for him.
"Sir, you need to get out more often," said Bartok, choosing his words carefully, "You know, learn a few of those new dance steps-"
"Who would dance with me?" asked Rasputin, depressed again.
"Maybe I could be of assistance," a voice came from the mouth of the cave.
"Who's there?" said Rasputin in a booming voice that was meant to sound impressive but only came out sounding scared.
"It's me.. Dimitri,"
***
Anastasia found herself lying on the floor in a heap. What had happened? She remembered talking to Dimitri, once again trying to talk him out of associating with Rasputin. Then they had tea, tea that Dimitri had fetched from the kitchen. Then she became tired, so tired that she could not keep her eyes open a moment longer, let alone stop Dimitri from hurrying out the room to heaven-knows-where. "Where could he have gone-" Anastasia began, but then she knew exactly where was.
"Dammit!"
Anastasia rushed out of the room. Oh, when she got her hands on Dimitri.
***
"So, let me get this straight. You drugged your girlfriend-"
"No, I wouldn't exactly call her my girl friend. Just a friend, That happens to be a girl..." Dimitri's voice trailed off.
"Right. So, you did this to Anastasia so you could come see me?" asked Rasputin.
"Well, yes."
"And are you going to tell me WHY you've taken a sudden interest in my activities?" said Rasputin, tucking his cards away in his pocket.
"Well, I thought maybe we could..er.well.get together?"
"Get together."
"Uh, yeah."
"You and me."
"Er, that sounds about right."
"Are you out of your mind?!"
Dimitri scowled, "You sound like Anastasia." Dimitri told Rasputin haughtily, " Couldn't you just give it a chance?"
"No."
"Why not?" Dimitri put his hand on his hips, tapping one foot impatiently.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm evil, you're not. You're on the good side; I'm on the bad side.. What other reasons do you need!?"
Dimitri opened his mouth to talk to him, then abruptly shut it. He did this a few more times, seemingly thinking very hard.
Finally, he spoke, "Please?"
Rasputin gave Dimitri a sour look.
"Oh, to hell with it!" he cursed, "I'll do it! But only if you promise to never come to this place again!"
"Don't worry," said Dimitri disdainfully, checking his expensive shoes for bat dung.
***
Anastasia had been waiting on the front steps of her extensive mansion for over two hours.
"Where the hell is that carriage?" she muttered under her breath, checking her watch. Stomping angrily inside, she went into the living room where her grandmother was looking under her armchair's cushion.
"I was sure I put it here somewhere.." she heard her grandmother mumble.
"Grams? Where's the carriage I requested?"
"What marriage?"
"Not marriage, a carriage for me."
"Oh, no, you won't be married for some time, dearie. You see, your fiancé fancies Rasputin."
"I'm AWARE of that, but I need a carriage!"
The empress now looked thoroughly cross, "Well, dear, you're going to have to wait for a suitor, you know. You can't have a marriage all by your self."
The doorbell rang before Anastasia could correct her grandmother
"Oh, I wonder who that could be?" said Anastasia, hurrying away from her confused grandmother.
Anastasia opened the door before the maid could get to it, but when she opened the door, there was no one there. "Seriously, kids these days are so immature!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot angrily.
***
Dimitri was on his hands and knees in the bushes outside of the family mansion.
"I can't believe your bloody hand came off." said Dimitri through gritted teeth, "and why don't you help me out here?"
" I've been thinking," said Rasputin to Dimitri, ignoring his earlier comment, "Anastasia wasn't exactly joyous when you told her about us, am I right?"
"She hated the idea!" said Dimitri, "So?"
"So, I'm sure she would just LOVE for us to stroll through the door hand in hand, right?"
"Right, I mean, not right, I mean." Dimitri stopped. He was confusing himself.
"What are you getting at?" demanded Dimitri, suddenly spotting Rasputin's hand. The hand seemed to have seen Dimitri too, and it was scurrying away on the tips of its fingers. Dimitri lunged forward, falling on his stomach but succeeding in catching Rasputin's thumb. Pulling it forward, he threw it to Rasputin. Rasputin grabbed for it, but only hit one of the branches of the bush with his remaining hand.
"It's a damn good thing that I can't feel any pain!" exclaimed Rasputin.
Dimitri rolled his eyes, "So, what do suggest we do?"
"About my hand?"
"No, about Anastasia not being thrilled with us."
"Well. We'll have to date in secret."
Dimitri nodded, and the two said at the same time, "That girl has a mean punch."
***
Rushing out of the mansion, Anastasia hurried to where her grandmother had told her "that lovely bat and that man Dimitri fancies" lived. There had been a light shower that morning, and as Anastasia walked across the street, she accidentally stepped in some mud.
"Shit!" She yelled, disturbing some lovers that were strolling along in front of her.
"I swear, I am going to kill Dimitri!" she muttered under her breath.
Author's Note: Er, a bit more swearing in this chapter, and there will be more, I assure you.So, maybe PG-13? I'm not good at this rating thing. But it WON'T be rated R, and its obviously not G.somewhere in between? I guess it depends on your opinion of yaoi (guy/ guy relationships).. while I'm on the subject, just wanted to let you know, I'm using yaoi for humor purposes, nothing more. So please don't be offended.. This is my first fan fiction (that I actually have continued to write and not stopped after the prologue XP argh don't read my other story please!), so if you guys could give me a few pointers, it would be greatly appreciated!
Rasputin cackled evilly.
"I win! I win!" He yelled triumphantly, jumping up and down gleefully.
"Eh, sir, it's just a card game.." began Bartok.
"Just a card game? JUST a card game?" said Rasputin, who looked mortally offended, "My dear minion, this is not JUST a card game, this is GO FISH!"
Bartok eyed his master warily. He had come to the conclusion that Rasputin had gone off his rocker after the incident when Rasputin's magic had broken. And Bartok was pretty sure that being turned into dust wasn't the most pleasant experience, either. Of course, Rasputin was back in his human form, but Bartok still thought more could be done for him.
"Sir, you need to get out more often," said Bartok, choosing his words carefully, "You know, learn a few of those new dance steps-"
"Who would dance with me?" asked Rasputin, depressed again.
"Maybe I could be of assistance," a voice came from the mouth of the cave.
"Who's there?" said Rasputin in a booming voice that was meant to sound impressive but only came out sounding scared.
"It's me.. Dimitri,"
***
Anastasia found herself lying on the floor in a heap. What had happened? She remembered talking to Dimitri, once again trying to talk him out of associating with Rasputin. Then they had tea, tea that Dimitri had fetched from the kitchen. Then she became tired, so tired that she could not keep her eyes open a moment longer, let alone stop Dimitri from hurrying out the room to heaven-knows-where. "Where could he have gone-" Anastasia began, but then she knew exactly where was.
"Dammit!"
Anastasia rushed out of the room. Oh, when she got her hands on Dimitri.
***
"So, let me get this straight. You drugged your girlfriend-"
"No, I wouldn't exactly call her my girl friend. Just a friend, That happens to be a girl..." Dimitri's voice trailed off.
"Right. So, you did this to Anastasia so you could come see me?" asked Rasputin.
"Well, yes."
"And are you going to tell me WHY you've taken a sudden interest in my activities?" said Rasputin, tucking his cards away in his pocket.
"Well, I thought maybe we could..er.well.get together?"
"Get together."
"Uh, yeah."
"You and me."
"Er, that sounds about right."
"Are you out of your mind?!"
Dimitri scowled, "You sound like Anastasia." Dimitri told Rasputin haughtily, " Couldn't you just give it a chance?"
"No."
"Why not?" Dimitri put his hand on his hips, tapping one foot impatiently.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm evil, you're not. You're on the good side; I'm on the bad side.. What other reasons do you need!?"
Dimitri opened his mouth to talk to him, then abruptly shut it. He did this a few more times, seemingly thinking very hard.
Finally, he spoke, "Please?"
Rasputin gave Dimitri a sour look.
"Oh, to hell with it!" he cursed, "I'll do it! But only if you promise to never come to this place again!"
"Don't worry," said Dimitri disdainfully, checking his expensive shoes for bat dung.
***
Anastasia had been waiting on the front steps of her extensive mansion for over two hours.
"Where the hell is that carriage?" she muttered under her breath, checking her watch. Stomping angrily inside, she went into the living room where her grandmother was looking under her armchair's cushion.
"I was sure I put it here somewhere.." she heard her grandmother mumble.
"Grams? Where's the carriage I requested?"
"What marriage?"
"Not marriage, a carriage for me."
"Oh, no, you won't be married for some time, dearie. You see, your fiancé fancies Rasputin."
"I'm AWARE of that, but I need a carriage!"
The empress now looked thoroughly cross, "Well, dear, you're going to have to wait for a suitor, you know. You can't have a marriage all by your self."
The doorbell rang before Anastasia could correct her grandmother
"Oh, I wonder who that could be?" said Anastasia, hurrying away from her confused grandmother.
Anastasia opened the door before the maid could get to it, but when she opened the door, there was no one there. "Seriously, kids these days are so immature!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot angrily.
***
Dimitri was on his hands and knees in the bushes outside of the family mansion.
"I can't believe your bloody hand came off." said Dimitri through gritted teeth, "and why don't you help me out here?"
" I've been thinking," said Rasputin to Dimitri, ignoring his earlier comment, "Anastasia wasn't exactly joyous when you told her about us, am I right?"
"She hated the idea!" said Dimitri, "So?"
"So, I'm sure she would just LOVE for us to stroll through the door hand in hand, right?"
"Right, I mean, not right, I mean." Dimitri stopped. He was confusing himself.
"What are you getting at?" demanded Dimitri, suddenly spotting Rasputin's hand. The hand seemed to have seen Dimitri too, and it was scurrying away on the tips of its fingers. Dimitri lunged forward, falling on his stomach but succeeding in catching Rasputin's thumb. Pulling it forward, he threw it to Rasputin. Rasputin grabbed for it, but only hit one of the branches of the bush with his remaining hand.
"It's a damn good thing that I can't feel any pain!" exclaimed Rasputin.
Dimitri rolled his eyes, "So, what do suggest we do?"
"About my hand?"
"No, about Anastasia not being thrilled with us."
"Well. We'll have to date in secret."
Dimitri nodded, and the two said at the same time, "That girl has a mean punch."
***
Rushing out of the mansion, Anastasia hurried to where her grandmother had told her "that lovely bat and that man Dimitri fancies" lived. There had been a light shower that morning, and as Anastasia walked across the street, she accidentally stepped in some mud.
"Shit!" She yelled, disturbing some lovers that were strolling along in front of her.
"I swear, I am going to kill Dimitri!" she muttered under her breath.
Author's Note: Er, a bit more swearing in this chapter, and there will be more, I assure you.So, maybe PG-13? I'm not good at this rating thing. But it WON'T be rated R, and its obviously not G.somewhere in between? I guess it depends on your opinion of yaoi (guy/ guy relationships).. while I'm on the subject, just wanted to let you know, I'm using yaoi for humor purposes, nothing more. So please don't be offended.. This is my first fan fiction (that I actually have continued to write and not stopped after the prologue XP argh don't read my other story please!), so if you guys could give me a few pointers, it would be greatly appreciated!