I Hate Everything About You

Chapter 1

In the city of Montreal, Canada there was one of many old Victorian manors. Of course these days only a few of these magnificent homes were still owned by the old families of Montreal. Who had them commissioned in their time, when both English and French families had settled in the surrounding province. One of these Victorian homes belongs to the La Reine family. At La Reine Manor, there had been but one habitant in this house for living on his own. For the past fifteen years, Morgan La Reine had lived a lonesome life, the house was too large for one old man of 67. With greying white highlighted hairs along the edges of his scalp.

Encircling dark brown tresses that had yet not faded. Fortunately, things were about to change for Old Morgan, his niece was moving back home with her Russian husband and six-year-old son in tow. La Reine manor would once more become lively with excited feet racing along the stairs. Minty green eyes peered into the hallway which situated an eloquent library, one drawing room and two separate studies. Old Morgan tilted his back a bit further towards his right and could see the resident pile of moving boxes.

"Those would be going to my youngest nephew's tower room. To think the boy insisted on sleeping up in that place" The patriarch of the La Reine family grumbled under his breath, he had barely gotten to know the young boy. But there was no doubt that the half Canadian – Half Russian had inherited the La Reine regal attitude. If Morgan paid attention he could faintly hear his nephew in law, rummaging up on the third floor, rearranging some furniture in one of the larger bedrooms.

Well not the master bedroom, of course, that still belonged to the patriarch.One smaller door just in the corner between the shelves of the library. If one could find the secret door handle, leading up to a set of stairs. These stairs could set you right into a nearly forgotten past toward a former guest room, with its own quaint common room. Aged fingers curled around a silver chain attached to a pocket watch. With their family's insignia on the lid. Opening the loyal watch, Morgan opened it and glanced at the time."My...little Beatrix, already taking her own son to that rink. It certainly brings back memories."

The late afternoon breeze brought within its grasp tendrils of a chill climbing up along young rosy cheeks. Small hands pulled down the two strings at each side, securing the hat covering short blonde hair. Revealing the form of a young boy known as Yuri La Reine Plisetsky, six years old as he was. There were few things that caught young Yuri's interest. "Yura! Come now, we cannot have you be late for your first figure skating lesson." Pale lips pursed into a pout and green eyes met their match in the form of his Canadian mother. Beatrix La Reine Plisetsky, same green eyes as her only son.

Except for their hair colours, where Yuri's were very much flaxen blonde and a dominating trait from the young boy's father. Beatrix, however, had an array of colours woven in between her swirling strands. A hint of darker brown hues with natural blonde highlights shapely formed along a heart-shaped face. "Maman...I have been skating since I was 2.5 years old. I know how to skate. I don't need to join a group of amateurs!" Beatrix narrowed her gaze onto Yuri, as she bent down to meet her son on the same level before she lightly pinched his cheeks. "Yuri La Reine Plisetsky...if you want we can just go home and you can help your father unpack... "

Beatrix's voice became a tad more scolding, watching the expression change to one of horror on Yuri's face. "No! I want to skate Maman, pretty please I'll be good. I don't want to spend the afternoon unpacking." A quirked smile tilted along the older brunette's lips as a hand patted atop her son's hat covered head. "Very well Yura, it's just two more streets and we will be at the rink." The rink in question was a decent size and also known as the home rink of a particular former pair skating Olympic couple. Which after their retirement found themselves as hired coaches at their home rink.

Wisened blue eyes observed as a group of children gathered just in the middle of the cold rink. Nathalie Leroy had seen much in her years as a coach and she found it rather rewarding. But a frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her own firstborn son. Jean – Jaques Leroy came staggering on his skate guards, swiftly discarding them as he hurried across the ice towards the group. "Class...what do we say about tardiness?" Darker blue eyes widened with embarrassment as a hand sheepishly rubbed along the 10-year-old's arm. "Never be late..." The group of children chorused except for one green eyed blonde.

He knew no one in this group of amateurs but, Yuri was itching to begin warming up with a few laps around the rink. His young ears picked up the introductions of the instructor. And the younger blonde did recognise the Leroy name, but to think that the son of the Olympic pair was in a beginner's class.*That is so weird, he is four years older and not even a novice.* Yuri thought to himself as he and the others were ushered to warm up. *Finally!* The younger blonde wondered eagerly as the skating knives slit against the chilling surface. But he wanted to keep his distance from the others, as he found a fairly sized corner of the rink to slide into the swirl of making a figure eight along the ice. Repeating this pattern for a few tries before, Yuri lazily went down into a kneeling position before rising up and the skates began gaining some speed.

Before the six-year-old filtered into a flawless waltz jump. Unaware of the group of eyes following his movements. Jean had complied with joining his mother's beginning classes as a punishment for breaking his parent's wedding vase. During a half serious hockey match inside the house with his younger sister and two of his classmates. Not his smartest idea, but it was joining these beginner classes or denying him access to skating altogether for the next three months. Jean inwardly shuddered.

*No, helping Maman with the beginners is better than 3 months without skating.* The dark haired ten-year-old thought to himself as his blue eyes followed the form of a new face to his mother's class. "Maman? Who is that blonde boy over there?" Jean asked curiously, as his young mind could not process why the blonde chose to distance himself from the rest of his peers. "Ah, that would be Yuri La Reine, grand nephew of Morgan La Reine.

And Beatrix's only son, you remember her do you not Jean?" Jean did nod in agreement he briefly recalled the brunette that had gone to the same school as his mother all the way up until University. He had heard many stories in his young life of what his mother and Beatrix had been up to in their youth. And before his father had somehow calmed down his mother's adventurous exploits and had her focus more on their pair skating. "Beatrix and her family just moved back here. Because her husband had a job offer in the city. From what Beatrix has told me they will be staying for awhile, though she worries if Yuri will be able to make any friends..."

Nathalie supplied while watching the changing the determination on her son's face. While she called up for the class to choose a partner, Jean took his chance and skated near the younger blonde. Whose vibrant green eyes looked confused as the older boy were suddenly that much closer to him. Yuri was not eager to the idea of partnering up with anybody. The fact that he did not know anyone certainly did not help his predicament and the class seemed to have gotten an uneven number when Yuri had joined. Glancing around the younger blonde noticed that he had been to caught up in his own thoughts long enough to miss out on choosing a partner. That was until a hand was visible and a small grin plastered across the tardy one's features. "I am Jean – Jacques Leroy, want to partner up with me?"

A hand was offered and that grin appeared to glimmer back into those blue eyes. Yuri had never been so boldly confronted before, most left him alone. *Why is he so different?* The younger boy wondered absently as he hesitantly shook the hand offered to him, looking up into blue eyes while his own green eyes gained a confident shimmer. "We can be partner's if you can keep up with me? Im Yuri La Raine..."