Post by okko on Feb 7, 2011 4:58:41 GMT -5
I posted it up directly. Because some might not have the attachment work for them. ANYWAYS. Like the title states, post all, if any, fics you guys want to share here~<3
Okay. This is my first attempt at a Valentine's Day fic. Since Twinnie wrote one, I thought why not me? Enjoy~
Title: First and Last
Characters: Ivan Braginski (Main), Katayusha Braginskaya (A slight appearance)
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OKAY. ANY CRITICISM? ANY TOMATO-THROWERS? TORCH LIGHTERS? RIOTS? OTL
Okay. This is my first attempt at a Valentine's Day fic. Since Twinnie wrote one, I thought why not me? Enjoy~
Title: First and Last
Characters: Ivan Braginski (Main), Katayusha Braginskaya (A slight appearance)
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The first ever Valentine he had received from his darling Sestra was a sunflower because he knew that she knew that he had loved them so very much.
<O>
Ivan woke up with a yawn. A morning like every other morning. But this morning, a chill stirred his very nerve and core. Dread and fear settled within his mind and stomach as his eyes turned to the calendar. The date bore into the fabrics of his very mind. February 14th. Valentine’s Day.
Why… Why was his sister like this? Why could she not be like before when they were kids? She had been so sweet and innocent. He remembered; the first valentine she had given him was a giant sunflower. She had been so adorable. The giant sunflower in her tiny hands, her slightly wobbly steps towards him, a determined look on her face, the faint blush on her chubby cheeks, her bright smile when he accepted the sunflower and gave her a kiss on the forehead; she had been the picture of innocence.
He huddled the blankets closer to himself, as if protecting himself. Now Natalya has been so obsessed with him. He hadn’t even notice it, he hadn’t realize that Natalya was getting more and more obsessed with him as the years past. It was a slap in the face when Natalya asked him to marry her. He had refused and with every refusal, she only seemed to be more forward and more determined to wed him. Why was she so in love with him? Why her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? Out of all the people in the world, the one that loves him the most was his very own sister. The tragedy. He had always wished for someone to love him, cherish him, be forever with him, but everyone always refused, everyone but his younger sister.
He glanced at the clock. 7:29 AM. Time was not on his side, it couldn’t even spare him a minute. He had 16 hours and 31 minutes to go until this dreadful day was over. He huddled the blankets even closer to himself; he wished his sister would never come. He had wished that she wouldn’t come so much to the fact he had even wished for her death. Engulfed in fear, he laid down again, throwing his sheets over his head to fall into slumber again. Hopefully his slumber wouldn’t be disrupted by his Belarusian sister. He did his best to shake off the tendrils of fear that wrapped itself around his mind and heart and soon succumbed to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he had slept. But he had woke on his own, mildly surprised. He was not interrupted from his slumber. A rare occurrence. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even jolted from his night sleep. Nor was Natalya staring intensely at him at his wake. She stated that she like to see him sleep time to time and would just stare until he woke on his own. He glanced at the clock again, 12:36 PM flashed across the screen in red letters. How strange. Why has his sister not come yet? A slight disappointment twanged within his heart. But as fast it came, it disappeared, leaving Ivan to briefly wonder if he had actually left the pang of disappointment. No matter, he was happy that he hadn’t seen her.
He stood his first step out of the bed for the day, feeling sure that his sister will not come within his home. After all if she were to, she would have come already and never leave his side. A steady reassurance and relief calmed him as he stripped himself down. He never did like feeling dirty. He would go about his day like every other day, which included a shower. Sure, he might have started the day a tad late, but it was better late than never. He would pick up a bouquet of roses for Yao, da, he’ll do that. Yao should surely appreciate that. A small smile stretched his lips as water trailed down his body. The day’s events went through his head like a list. It all involved Yao. He might as well take a full advantage of his sister’s disappearance. He stepped out of the shower, brushed his teeth, dressed himself, and left his home… out to the real and love-stricken world.
Ivan looked at those blood-red roses, the redness attracting him. He knows the color, the beautiful red that flows within each and every single person. Oh how he loved the color. Had his sister come to him, he knew those roses would be the exact roses that she would have picked. He grabbed the bouquet; he would give these to Yao. He would buy all the blood-colored roses for Yao, just so Natalya couldn’t buy them and present him with them. He told the clerk to give him all the blood-red roses and he paid the right amount of rubles before taking the roses into his arms. Just as he was about to leave, a pure white rose caught his eye. Perhaps he would give his younger sister that rose, no… he would not. She would most likely take that as an invitation and he did not need her to be misled by him. Another male would provide her with so much more, but she could never look at another male… all because of him. Thoughts of why she was the way she was once again invaded his mind. Shaking his head, he shook the thoughts to the back of his mind and started off to meet his beloved, Wang Yao.
He smiled. He had done everything he had wanted to do today without any interference from his sister. He had given the roses to Yao, gone on a date with Yao, had dinner with Yao, and had plenty of fun with Yao. Perhaps she had finally given up on him? He didn’t see her at all today, not even a flicker. Well, whatever the reason it may be, he didn’t see her and that’s all that mattered. This was a wonderful Valentine’s Day.
Ivan thought of the bottle of vodka in his cupboard; he would end his day while drinking that deliciously warm alcohol. He was already anticipating it and quickened his pace to his home. He blinked when he saw his older sister, Katayusha, sitting on the steps of his doorway. He approached her, looking down at her with a quizzical look. Katayusha looked up at Ivan, her eyes and nose red. Had his sister been crying again? Katayusha abruptly stood up and shoved the beautiful white box she had on her lap into his chest with more strength than he realized she had. She even seemed to glare hatefully at him before she ran off, crying miserably. He looked down at the box that was so roughly shoved into him and nonchalantly opened the door to his house. This box could be opened while he drank his vodka. He placed the box on the dining table as he went to his cupboards to pull out a bottle of the vodka he was going to drink. Screwing open the cap, he took a swig before sitting down, the box right in front of him. The alcohol burned, leaving a warm feeling, as it slid smoothly down his throat and settled in the pits of his stomach. He ran his finger over the pale blue ribbon before gripping it and pulling at it, the perfect bow that was composed of the ribbon becoming nothing, leaving no trace of its existence. He undid the knot and pulled the beautiful pale blue ribbon away from the box. He stared at the ribbon, why was this ribbon so familiar? Casting the thought aside, he opened the lid of the box and stared at its contents. The bottle of vodka slipped out of his fingers, falling onto the floor with a loud crash. The redness of the vodka spread out, glass shards adorning the liquid.
He ran. He didn’t know what was happening. His heartbeat beat wildly in his ears, his mind frantic. He soon reached his destination. With an animalistic cry and a fierce swing of his pipe, the door fell. He ran in, frantically. He had to find her. He had to. He must find her. She was to stay with him forever. She was to stay by his side for all of eternity. She was not allowed to stray from his side. Her rightful place was next to him. She… she was to marry him.
He found Katayusha in front of her room. His bride’s room. Katayusha looked at him and saw the frantic mess within Ivan’s eyes. His beautiful eyes of which she adored and cherished. Katayusha moved aside and Ivan rushed in. His blood chilled at the sight. With a choked sob, he walked towards the beautiful corpse bride that is… was his sister, Natalya Arlovskaya. She was naked as the day she was born and just as beautiful and innocent. Her white skin was cut off from her arm, revealing the red muscle that all humans had. The white box… was it covered with her skin? His eyes widened slightly. The ribbon. It was hers. His eyes rested on her beautiful platinum-blond hair in which a ribbon was not adorned with. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her cold, white skin. He trailed it down to the gaping hole where her heart once filled. He no longer could love the blood red color ever again. Not after this.
He cried.
He wished he could turn back time.
He wished... oh how he wished... that he never wished that Natalya would die.
“N-Natalya… will you marry me?”
Natalya merely looked at him with cold, empty eyes with a small smile on her lips.
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The heart of Natalya Arlovskaya rested within the box with a small inscription carved into the once beating organ.
‘Bpat. Oh my lovely Bpat. Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you. I will wait for your hand in marriage.’
<O>
The last ever Valentine she gave to her darling Bpat was her own heart because she knew that he had loved her so very much.
<O>
Ivan woke up with a yawn. A morning like every other morning. But this morning, a chill stirred his very nerve and core. Dread and fear settled within his mind and stomach as his eyes turned to the calendar. The date bore into the fabrics of his very mind. February 14th. Valentine’s Day.
Why… Why was his sister like this? Why could she not be like before when they were kids? She had been so sweet and innocent. He remembered; the first valentine she had given him was a giant sunflower. She had been so adorable. The giant sunflower in her tiny hands, her slightly wobbly steps towards him, a determined look on her face, the faint blush on her chubby cheeks, her bright smile when he accepted the sunflower and gave her a kiss on the forehead; she had been the picture of innocence.
He huddled the blankets closer to himself, as if protecting himself. Now Natalya has been so obsessed with him. He hadn’t even notice it, he hadn’t realize that Natalya was getting more and more obsessed with him as the years past. It was a slap in the face when Natalya asked him to marry her. He had refused and with every refusal, she only seemed to be more forward and more determined to wed him. Why was she so in love with him? Why her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? Out of all the people in the world, the one that loves him the most was his very own sister. The tragedy. He had always wished for someone to love him, cherish him, be forever with him, but everyone always refused, everyone but his younger sister.
He glanced at the clock. 7:29 AM. Time was not on his side, it couldn’t even spare him a minute. He had 16 hours and 31 minutes to go until this dreadful day was over. He huddled the blankets even closer to himself; he wished his sister would never come. He had wished that she wouldn’t come so much to the fact he had even wished for her death. Engulfed in fear, he laid down again, throwing his sheets over his head to fall into slumber again. Hopefully his slumber wouldn’t be disrupted by his Belarusian sister. He did his best to shake off the tendrils of fear that wrapped itself around his mind and heart and soon succumbed to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he had slept. But he had woke on his own, mildly surprised. He was not interrupted from his slumber. A rare occurrence. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even jolted from his night sleep. Nor was Natalya staring intensely at him at his wake. She stated that she like to see him sleep time to time and would just stare until he woke on his own. He glanced at the clock again, 12:36 PM flashed across the screen in red letters. How strange. Why has his sister not come yet? A slight disappointment twanged within his heart. But as fast it came, it disappeared, leaving Ivan to briefly wonder if he had actually left the pang of disappointment. No matter, he was happy that he hadn’t seen her.
He stood his first step out of the bed for the day, feeling sure that his sister will not come within his home. After all if she were to, she would have come already and never leave his side. A steady reassurance and relief calmed him as he stripped himself down. He never did like feeling dirty. He would go about his day like every other day, which included a shower. Sure, he might have started the day a tad late, but it was better late than never. He would pick up a bouquet of roses for Yao, da, he’ll do that. Yao should surely appreciate that. A small smile stretched his lips as water trailed down his body. The day’s events went through his head like a list. It all involved Yao. He might as well take a full advantage of his sister’s disappearance. He stepped out of the shower, brushed his teeth, dressed himself, and left his home… out to the real and love-stricken world.
Ivan looked at those blood-red roses, the redness attracting him. He knows the color, the beautiful red that flows within each and every single person. Oh how he loved the color. Had his sister come to him, he knew those roses would be the exact roses that she would have picked. He grabbed the bouquet; he would give these to Yao. He would buy all the blood-colored roses for Yao, just so Natalya couldn’t buy them and present him with them. He told the clerk to give him all the blood-red roses and he paid the right amount of rubles before taking the roses into his arms. Just as he was about to leave, a pure white rose caught his eye. Perhaps he would give his younger sister that rose, no… he would not. She would most likely take that as an invitation and he did not need her to be misled by him. Another male would provide her with so much more, but she could never look at another male… all because of him. Thoughts of why she was the way she was once again invaded his mind. Shaking his head, he shook the thoughts to the back of his mind and started off to meet his beloved, Wang Yao.
He smiled. He had done everything he had wanted to do today without any interference from his sister. He had given the roses to Yao, gone on a date with Yao, had dinner with Yao, and had plenty of fun with Yao. Perhaps she had finally given up on him? He didn’t see her at all today, not even a flicker. Well, whatever the reason it may be, he didn’t see her and that’s all that mattered. This was a wonderful Valentine’s Day.
Ivan thought of the bottle of vodka in his cupboard; he would end his day while drinking that deliciously warm alcohol. He was already anticipating it and quickened his pace to his home. He blinked when he saw his older sister, Katayusha, sitting on the steps of his doorway. He approached her, looking down at her with a quizzical look. Katayusha looked up at Ivan, her eyes and nose red. Had his sister been crying again? Katayusha abruptly stood up and shoved the beautiful white box she had on her lap into his chest with more strength than he realized she had. She even seemed to glare hatefully at him before she ran off, crying miserably. He looked down at the box that was so roughly shoved into him and nonchalantly opened the door to his house. This box could be opened while he drank his vodka. He placed the box on the dining table as he went to his cupboards to pull out a bottle of the vodka he was going to drink. Screwing open the cap, he took a swig before sitting down, the box right in front of him. The alcohol burned, leaving a warm feeling, as it slid smoothly down his throat and settled in the pits of his stomach. He ran his finger over the pale blue ribbon before gripping it and pulling at it, the perfect bow that was composed of the ribbon becoming nothing, leaving no trace of its existence. He undid the knot and pulled the beautiful pale blue ribbon away from the box. He stared at the ribbon, why was this ribbon so familiar? Casting the thought aside, he opened the lid of the box and stared at its contents. The bottle of vodka slipped out of his fingers, falling onto the floor with a loud crash. The redness of the vodka spread out, glass shards adorning the liquid.
He ran. He didn’t know what was happening. His heartbeat beat wildly in his ears, his mind frantic. He soon reached his destination. With an animalistic cry and a fierce swing of his pipe, the door fell. He ran in, frantically. He had to find her. He had to. He must find her. She was to stay with him forever. She was to stay by his side for all of eternity. She was not allowed to stray from his side. Her rightful place was next to him. She… she was to marry him.
He found Katayusha in front of her room. His bride’s room. Katayusha looked at him and saw the frantic mess within Ivan’s eyes. His beautiful eyes of which she adored and cherished. Katayusha moved aside and Ivan rushed in. His blood chilled at the sight. With a choked sob, he walked towards the beautiful corpse bride that is… was his sister, Natalya Arlovskaya. She was naked as the day she was born and just as beautiful and innocent. Her white skin was cut off from her arm, revealing the red muscle that all humans had. The white box… was it covered with her skin? His eyes widened slightly. The ribbon. It was hers. His eyes rested on her beautiful platinum-blond hair in which a ribbon was not adorned with. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her cold, white skin. He trailed it down to the gaping hole where her heart once filled. He no longer could love the blood red color ever again. Not after this.
He cried.
He wished he could turn back time.
He wished... oh how he wished... that he never wished that Natalya would die.
“N-Natalya… will you marry me?”
Natalya merely looked at him with cold, empty eyes with a small smile on her lips.
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The heart of Natalya Arlovskaya rested within the box with a small inscription carved into the once beating organ.
‘Bpat. Oh my lovely Bpat. Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you. I will wait for your hand in marriage.’
<O>
The last ever Valentine she gave to her darling Bpat was her own heart because she knew that he had loved her so very much.
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OKAY. ANY CRITICISM? ANY TOMATO-THROWERS? TORCH LIGHTERS? RIOTS? OTL