The Scientist's Son and The Soldier's Daughter

Pain of the Past

(Finally! Our favorite Russian lol!)

Nikolai Belinski POV

All day, everyday! That German and American can't seem to go one day without a good fight. I don't know who's more annoying, them or my fourth wife? As I took sips from my vodka, the Japanese was cleaning his.....I think it's a machete. Eh, who cares? "Eh, um Takeo? Why are you cleaning machete; it looks perfectly clean.", I slurred. Takeo glared at me, before returning back to his machete. "First of all, Russian, it is a katana. It was passed down from generations of Samurai and Bushido in the Maskai family. Second, in your blurry vision it may appear clean, but if you had a good memory, I used it to slice the undead like sushi.", he muttered, not even bothering to look at me. "I swear, you Nazi kraut! If your son does anything to my daughter, I will rip his head off, using my bare hands!", the American barked, in the dressing room. "Aw Dempshey. I don't zhink my son vould be interested in your daughter. She's probably zhe same like you; annoying, ugly, and stupid.", Richtofen giggled. "Damn dirty Naz-" "Stop fighting! You two are giving Nikolai a headache!", I yelled. The two men completely ignored me as they continued to argue. "Are you sure it's not the alcohol?", Takeo muttered. I glared at him. How dare he talk to my vodka like that?! "Fuck you, Jap!", I hissed, as I took another sip of vodka. As I watched Takeo clean his katana, I thought back at what he said about it. "Eh, Takeo?", I said. He stopped cleaning and looked up at me. "What?", he said, completely annoyed. "Do you have family of your own?", I said, with no complete thought. Takeo was quiet and his gaze fell back to his katana; complete and awkward silence filled the room. Did the Jap really get offended by a simple question?

Takeo Masaki memory

"No son, like this.", I said, carefully moving with my katana, in a silent manner. My son, Takeda, copied my exact move, but he struggled with the most important key; balance. I watched as he fell, due to his untied boots. I simply shook my head; trying very hard not to crack a simple smile. This reminded me of how I was, when I first held a katana. I walked over to Takeda and helped him up. He shamelessly looked down, avoiding my gaze. "Takeda?", I said sharply. He quickly looked up at me; disappointment crossed his face."Father, maybe I am not meant to be a Masaki. I will simply be a laughingstock and I will not bring honor to the Masaki name. Forgive me father, I failed you.", he said, going down on one knee and hanging his head in shame. I looked down at him. "Right now, you are bringing dishonor because you are accepting defeat too quickly. A Masaki doesn't simply "give up", he keeps going until he dies with honor; for his family and his country. Now, rise to your feet and let us try again; my son.", I said, holding his katana infront of him. He looked at it and then looked at me; determination burned in his eyes, like fire. He took the katana and rose to his feet. He bowed at me and began to get in position, waiting for my command. "Began.", I sharply said.
~End Memory~

Takeo Masaki POV

"Takeo?!", the dishonorable Russian muttered loudly, bringing me back to reality. "Yes, I do.", I finally answered the Russian's previous question. "Da, who are they?", the Russian slurred, taking another sip of his filthy vodka. "It's just me and my son, Takeda", I said, still focusing on my katana. "You said that katana was passed down, were you going to give it to him?", the Russian asked. "It has been a tradition for centuries, so yes. My son would have had it.", I muttered, sadness pained me at the thought that I may never give Takeda the katana nor would I ever see him again. "Oh.", was all the Russian said, before taking another sip of vodka.

Nikolai POV

As I took another sip of my beloved vodka, the quiet Jap spoke up. "What about you, Russian; do you have a family?", Takeo questioned. I gulped my sip of vodka quickly at the question. I tried to forget my family by getting drunk on vodka for years. It was painful to know that by being exiled from the Motherland, meant I couldn't see my daughter again.

Nikolai memory

"Papa!", my daughter, Natalia, yelled through tears. I watched as she pushed my fellow comrades out of the way, to get to me. She leaped into my open arms, as we hugged. She buried her face into my uniform, as she wept. My comrades were about to remove her, but I held my hand up and I gave them the death glare, to stay away. I held Natalia infront of me; she could not make eye contact with me. I gently lifted her chin up and sadly looked at her. Her dark brown bangs covered her blue eyes, that were filled with tears. I gently brushed her bangs out of the way, admiring her beauty. It pained me to admit this but, even though fourth wife stole my money, ran away, and was "always talking", she was beautiful, but not as beautiful as Natalia. "Sergenant Belinski, we must go.", the captain of my team ordered. I looked at Natalia and I quietly said, "I'll be back soon, my daughter." I kissed her forhead and I jumped into the truck that was ready to leave. As we drove off, I stared back at Natalia, who still stood there. She finally waved, before turning around to leave. I'll be back soon and then things will go back to the way it was. Curse this war!
~End Memory~

Nikolai POV

I finally stopped thinking, since the pain of the past started to come back. Natalia; the only living being that I still cared for. No matter how drunk I got, she still seemed to penetrate my drunk mind, making me feel guilty. What had became of her? Had the hell pigs traveled to Russia and spread the infection? I looked back at Takeo, who stared at me; waiting for my answer. "Yes, I have a daughter named Natalia.", I finally said. Just like that, we sat in complete silence. Well, besides the German and American, who still continued to argue. Those two never quit!

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