The Russian Princess
Summary:
Who would've thought that doing one good deed and dying for it would get me reborn; impossible, right? What's more impossible is getting reborn into a place that was supposed to be a figure skating anime.
Apparently I was born as a known ice skater's little sister; this should be VERY interesting, wouldn't you think?
(SI/OC)
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the Yuri On Ice characters or plot; that honor goes to MitsurÅ Kubo for writing such an awesome piece of show and for Sayo Yamamoto for the directing as well as MAPPA for producing it! I only own my own made up OC and the few made up plots as she grows up.
HOS:
Hello, Hello, everyone!
This is my first Yuri On Ice story and hope you would go easy on me if any OOC happens or happen to mess up on the locations or anything related to figure skating of Gymnastics; also goes for my might-be-bad Russian translations and I apologize in advance.
It took me a while to figure this out and how I wanted to start it off; thanks to a great friend of mine I was able to make this happen! I hope you enjoy it and I will try to update as fast as I can since I have a few other stories to update.
On with the show~!
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Prologue
In the song of Taylor Swift, let me say that, "I'm lying on the cold hard ground". Literally, that's what I'm doing right now but for a really good reason but not what you're thinking if you're going by the song itself. Nothing to do with any boy trouble in my life though I never had one to begin with. I had a too busy schedule to even consider a relationship with anyone. Gymnastics always came first; it was my passion, my dream to become an Olympist to win the gold someday, to actually be noticed and become somebody.
But now, that dream has shattered due to saving someone's life from being hit by a high speeding car; my little sister. She was my biggest fan while growing up and wanted to be just like me when she grows up, so I didn't blame the little pre-teen for the cause of my death; she was everything to me and I couldn't be any happier to push her out of the way from the fast moving vehicle.
So here I was, lying on the cold wet ground pavement bleeding to death and slowly dying. I couldn't feel any pain since I'm either numb or had broken something that was enabling me to move; well, there goes my gymnastics career and my chance to go to the Olympics that I was so excited to perform in this year. I had just found out that I was nominated to go and represent and had wanted to go celebrate with my friends and family tonight, hence why my little sister was waiting outside across the street for me. My parents and friends came out to see what had happened and was devastated while crying out my name in horror as they tried to get to me, as my mother held my slightly bruised and scraped up sister.
My father was next to me as he cries with his hands against each side of my face to try and get me to look at him without moving my head. Though my gaze was more on my crying and horror strickened little sister who was staring at me with wide fearful eyes. I closed my own and smiled toward her as I struggled to speak, "N-No-Not...h-her...fa-f-fault...o-ok-okay, d-d-dad?" There was a choking noise from my parent beside me, letting me know he heard me. I didn't want my little sister to be forever haunted by this final memory of me but I couldn't do anything about it.
The paramedics had arrived but I had already taken my last breath as everything turned into nothing.
I was present while I watched the medics attempt to revive me, I had felt the jumpstart of my heart beat once, twice, three times before they called it just as I arrived at the hospital. I watched my family grieve as well as the friends that I had over my teenage years; seventeen was such a too young of a age to die in, I had so much to accomplish in that life. I had come a long way to get where I was; the training and the diets to finally be in the Olympics... now, I can never get the chance to reach and fulfill my dream... when I was so close to it.
I watched my funeral as I floated there, watching my casket being lowered into the ground. After a while everyone left but my little sister and parents. She was crying and saying how sorry she was and had hoped that I would ever forgive her for causing such a thing to happen to me. She shivered as I attempted to hug her with my soul, I whispered, "Be strong, live your life and be happy. You'll always be forgiven." She must had gotten bits of what I said as she wipes her eyes with her black sleeve and stared at my grave with a determined brave face.
"I promise one day I'll make you proud, I'll be in the Olympics just like you should have been and I'll win the gold for you." she promised, and promised she did as I watched her grow up into a beautiful young woman, won a lot of silvers and bronse though some not at all but never gave up.
She grew up to her early twenties when she finally full-filled her promise. She was so shocked as she stared at the scor for a long time until she started shaking and falling to her knees, crying in happiness. She was given hugs from all around that had helped her get to this moment and had known how much it meant to her. Through the crowd I stood there by the doors and smiled happily for her. She looked straight at me with a shocked surprised face before smiling tearfully back. Few seconds later as someone passed her vision, I was gone. I was finally at peace for myself...
For a short while.
It was dark for a long time, not feeling or hearing anything. I didn't know how long it took until the muffling noise had started before the the warmth and the cramped up feeling follwed after it. It felt like I was in a tight space with very little room to move in. At times I could hear calm humming, making me feel relaxed and calm. Another noise that sounded deep and soothing after I had started to move around as if I had a nightmare that startled me. I had a favorite noise, it sounded so happy and innocent that I couldn't help but be drawn to it. It had reminded me of my little sister that I had watched over as a free spirit. It was later on that my tight space began to get more tighter as the warmth was disappearing and cutting off my air supply. The pressure that I was feeling began to push down on me as the cramped area became more unbareable, as if I was being sucked into a tight tubing that I was too big for.
After being brought into the light that I could see pass my eyelids, I was finally able to take in a breath and had released it by giving a loud wailing like noise of a screaming infant. Then that's what I realized that I WAS an infant and had been reborn! Big hands held me in the air and spoke, "Eto devushka!"*the language was familiar from my gymnastic meets but couldn't pinpoint it as I was taken away to be cleaned up, put in a diaper, something placed over my head to keep it warm before swaddling me to keep me warm. I was then carried into a new room that wasn't too bright like before as I was placed into someone else's arms. They were big and gentle; I assumed that I was in my new father's arms.
"Ona takaya krasivaya..."* he murmured softly while gently rubbing a finger against my soft cheek before giving a lingering fatherly kiss upon my forehead. It made me to make a small noise in protest when feeling to what feels like a scruff on his face. There was a feminine chuckle beside eyes as I was carefully handed over to what seemed to be my new mother.
"Kazhetsya, Viktor byl prav, eto byla devochka."* my mother says lightly and smiles when I yawned. They spoke the familiar language that I couldn't quite grasp; though the name 'Victor' was familiar. The father sighs and had sat down next to us, getting tired of standing.
"Poskol'ku Viktor vyigral pravil'nyy pol, spravedlivo nazvat' imya, kotoroye on vybral."* he says with a hint of disappointment of lossing the gender guessing game, "Nazaniye zvuchit ideal'no, chtoby byt' chestnym."* my new fathers voice sounded amused when he spoke this.
"Vy pravy, eto tak."* the woman says as she gently caresses my soft cheek, "Moya malen'kaya Vitaliya Niki forov."* my ears picked up the last thing she said, the word that was more of a last name of an anime that I had binged on after the gymnastics season was over. I had taken a break to rest up for a few weeks but had to admit that I had enjoyed it; Yuuri and Victor were my favorite couple and couldn't help but admire them and the blond Yuri for their dedication and life's story on how they got where they were. It kind of inspired me to do better at my own sport and never give up on my dreams. I'm kind of bummed that I would never get to watch the second season of the series; nothing I can do about it now. I'm just going to enjoy my new life and live it the best way that I can with my new family, no matter how familiar the last name was.
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It was a month or so later that I was going to meet my new older brother. I had realized that the language that was so familiar was Russian when my mother kept on saying, "Starshiy brat" 'brat' meaning brother; I guessed the first word meant 'older' since I was the only youngest sibling. I never had an older sibling before and was excited to meet him; I also assumed that he was the happy/innocent noise I had heard inside the womb since the other two I had heard were my new parents.
It was then that I heard the door open and close with a happy excited noise that seemed to be directed toward my parents. I'm assuming it was my new older brother that just came home from god knows where. I was lying on my back in my nursery crib when I heard the door open quietly as if trying not to disturb me if I was sleeping. I gave a small movement of my legs to let him know that I was awake, making a small noise to make it more legit for him to come in further. I heard his footsteps get closer and slowly peered over the crib... I couldn't believe who I was staring at; I had thought it was just a coincedence of the last name and language, but this... this just makes it more real.
The long high ponytailed gray haired , light blue-green eyed boy stares back with wide wonderous eyes. Sparkles of happiness spread around him with his wide smile joining it, hair falling over his shoulder, "O moy bog! Ty takoy milyy!"* he says while holding each side of his face, blushing with excitement as he stared at me.
The truth is real... I can't ignore it anymore...
THE Victor Nikiforov from Yuri On Ice is my older brother.
I reached up and tugged his long hair.
"Oy! Oy! Vitaliya, eto bol'no starshemu bratu!"* he softly cries out as his head was turned at my pull as I stuck some strands in my mouth. He leans in further, almost in the crib with me as he attempts to gently pry my hands from his hair; it was amusing to watch.
I was going to make the most of it while he still had long hair. I don't know when he cuts it; probably somewhere in his mide or late teens but I was going to play with it until that day comes. And I'm sure I'm speaking for all of the Victor fans that they had wanted to do the very samething that I was doing right now; don't lie.
I let go of his hair when he was in a closer reaching distance as I placed my hands on each side of his face. He calmed down and stared back at me with his wide innocent wondering face. Soon the look relaxed into a warm loving brotherly look as he too did the same with my own face, "Mat' skazala, chto ty pokhozh na menya, kogda ty rodilsya."* gently rubs the side of my cheek with his finger while my own stubby small ones continues to explore his own cute face. He then startled me when suddenly beamed happily with his eyes closed, sparkles surrounding him once more, "Pokhozhe, teper' moya rabota zashchitit tebya ot mal'chikov! Nikto ne zasluzhivayet takoy printsessy, kak moya mladshaya sestra!"* he opened his eyes with a small gleam that scared me a little, "Krasota dolzhna derzhat'sya vmeste! YA zashchishchu tebya svoyey zhizn'yu!"* he says with determination and promise that made me think...
I was going to have my hands full with him while growing up.
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Translations
*It's a girl!
*She's so beautiful
*Seems Victor was right, it was a girl
*Since Victor won the right gender, it's only fair to name her the name he picked out
*The name sounds perfect to be honest
*You're right, it is
*My little Vitaliya Nikiforov
*Oh my god! You're so cute!
*Ow! Ow! Vitaliya, that hurts big brother!
*Mother said you looked like me when you were born
*Looks like it's my job to protect you from the boys from now on! No one deserves a princess lik my little sister!
*Beauty should stick together! I will protect you with my life!
HOS:
Well, here's the prologue, hope you enjoyed it!
I don't know about the pairings just yet but I'm leaning toward Yurio more. Let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue this story and see how it goes!
Thanks for reading!
Ja ne!
b^o^d
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