May: Sorry for the long wait! I've been depressed the last month and the past few days so bear with me if my writing skill is not what it usually is right now. And I'm already in second year college and that the start of school is nearing. This might be my last update for this story.

Anyways, I dedicate this to my bestfriend, infamoustwinkie and to all readers who are anticipating an update for this story.

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own HunterXHunter and all characters and affiliations cited herein that are related to the anime, is again owned by the rightful owners. I also do not own the movie from which this story was made as a parody from. And again, this is not meant to change the outcome or any information about the Romanov Royal Family.

I also forgot to point out that this is set in the 20th century Russia more like 1928's(same as the one in the movie).

Chapter 2 - Decisions

Kura scoffed to himself as he continued walking, digging his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn out coat. He wouldn't admit it to himself that he was cold-it was far better to admit that he was alone than focused on the needs of the body when he could have focused more on his emotional needs.

How can he when he have grown up for 10 whole years experiencing lack of everything that the world considers a luxury? For as far as he can recall, the only time they managed to eat in the orphanage for 3 times a day was when it was visited by countless families and politicians-the former looking for a child to adopt and the latter boosting their morale or their influence over the destitute.

He wouldn't be surprised if he someday heard that one politician had used the visit to the orphanage as a means to get more supporters to rally on his side.

Tufts of his blond hair stuck out from under his bonnet as he shivered in the cold, despite the many clothings he have covered himself just before he left the orphanage.

Well, it didn't serve it's purpose.

'You will go down until you reach the fork in the road...' his orphanage head-or should he say former orphanage head told him awhile ago.

He then heaved out a sigh and momentatily watched his breath appeared for a time before disappearing into thin air.

He then continued walking, resisting the urge to look back at where he had come from. It was no used now. He's already an adult in the eyes of the orphanage and the country that he should already take responsibility of his own life.

But to work forever in a fish factory?

He couldn't have that.

Slipping a hand under his scarf, he took out the necklace and look at it, the small gold pendant resting on the palm of his hand.

"Someone must have loved me so much..." he murmured as he looked at the necklace with longing. "If only I remember where I came from..." he drifted off.

And an image appeared in his vision.

An image of a young boy with a huge smile on his face as he was held up in the air.

His small but yet, cheerful voice cry gleefully at the person who held him.

"Papa!" he cried happily.

And that was it. One of the only memories he have that could be a clue to his past.

A past that he have no idea of what he or who he was before he landed in the orphanage.

He then stopped as his eyes landed on the fork on the road that the orphanage head had told him which seemed like ages ago.

And raised a foot forward hesitantly then took a step back, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"And if I go right..." he said as he willed his body to move to said direction, ignoring the insistent nagging in his head about his supposed job.

If only his mind wasn't that retentive. He could've sworn he could imagine the orphanage head yelling at him at the foolish decision he was making like she was just standing right beside him.

But her insistent nagging was override by the feeling that had crept upon him again.

Longing. To be where he was supposed to be. To be who he was supposed to be...probably with his family.

Or only living family.

His eyes landed on the pendant resting on his chest. "If only I knew who gave me this necklace..." he murmured. "Then I wouldn't have to be so alone...and lost."

His decision made up, he walked past the fork in the road and towards where the path would lead him to. For better or for worse, he will find his only living family and be reunited with them again.

Then looked up at the sky, giving it a glare as his blue eyes watched the snowflakes descend towards the ground in a slow rhythmic dance. Beckong him to join in its number.

But he had far more things in his mind that are more important than playing in the snow, throwing away all the dignity he have as a means to forget the world and bask in the never ending joy that only an imagination could bring.

As he walked, he looked up at the sky. "Give me a sign!" he demanded. "A hint!" he asked. "Anything!" he shouted in exasperation as he stopped walking and sat down tiredly on a trunk of a tree.

Gathering his breath. After a few minutes, he stood up and was about to walk away when he was held back and he turned his head to look who was behind the tug on his scarf.

And saw no one. Shrugging his shoulders, he began walking again. And was again held back.

Heaving out a sigh, he looked down to see a hand gripping the edge of his scarf. He gasped in horror as he realized that the hand holding his scarf was wrapped in black cloth.

As he let his eyes travel down, he could sense that it was not a mere hand, but someone buried under the mound of snow.

Shaking his head free from the horrid thoughts, he knelt beside the hand on the ground, and began digging his way through. Hopinb against hope that the person is still alive. He couldn't have been under the snow for so long, has he?

As soon as he saw a tuft of black hair stick out, he then grabbed the man's arm and pulled with all his might. The snow fell around the risen man as he slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

And his lips moved into a small smile-as it was it appeared to him.

He heaved out a relieved sigh. Thank goodness. The man is alive but it still doesn't escape the thought of how he ended up there. There weren't any signs of abuse on him, as far as he can tell with his black clothing covering his body.

With fur lining both his neck and his sleeves.

He was different with his slick black hair, rounded black eyes accentuated with fine eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips. There was some sort of cross on his forehead, a symbol of his religion or affiliation maybe.

"...Are you alright, good sir?" he inquired as he knelt beside the stranger.

The man stood still for a moment then slowly turned his head to look at him. "I'm forever in your debt, young prince."

Prince? He blinked. Never once in his life have he ever been said to be a prince, all he could remember was the orphanage head telling him that he came in like an aristocrat, a world long gone since the revolution.

They might be far from the centre of civilization, but they could still hear snippets of what was happening in the country.

Shaking his head ruefully, he stood up.

"Come on, let's go."

Without waiting for him, he walked ahead and stopped to turned his head to look at the man who had now stood at his original height, standing around 6 ft tall.

And he could sense that despite his feeling against the man, half of him was thrilled to have someone around to talk with when the journey gets dreary or even dull.

The decisions he made up until now are according to him are the best ones he haven't regretted yet. And this might be the best one yet.

Perhaps saving him was his sign all along.

reincarnatedpharaoh: 😮. Oopps...this looks like a Kuroro and Kurapika pairing...oh, well, good thing I updated. Far better than nothing at all.

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