Birds Of A Feather (on hold)

Chapter 3- Part 1

Picture: Young Ana/Sang 

Song: True Colors (Trolls version)

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 He was different then she remembered. He had tattoos and piercings, and his hair was buzzed but left long in the front, which was slicked back out of his eyes. It was his eyes that confirmed the hope in her heart.

With tears streaming down her face, she said in broken English,

"Big Bear."

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The room was dead quiet, with the other occupants all at different levels of shock and disbelief. What are the odds?

Raven and Ana didn't notice though. They were in their own little world, one filled with childhood memories.

Flashback 

~9 Years Ago~

No one noticed the little girl huddled in the poor shelter the stairs she was crouching next to as they hurried home before the snowstorm hit. She shivered, pulling her coat tighter around her as she huddled in the little alcove, wishing she could go home but knew she couldn't.

A can skittered to a stop in front of her, and she looked up, huddling into herself as she stared up at a boy a few years older than her.

"Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?" (What are you doing here?) The boy growled. "Vy dolzhny byt' doma s sem'yey" (You should be home with your family.)

The girl stared up at the boy, and he could see the fear in her sea blue eyes before she masked it. He didn't like that look in her eyes, and felt the urge to protect her. He sighed and crouched down next to her.

"Chto zh? Pochemu vas net doma?" (Well? Why are you not at home?) He asked in a softer voice.

"T-oni bol'she ne khotyat menya. YA podslushal p-papa, skazav, chto ya mogu byt' dostoin." (Th-they don't want m-me any more. I overheard p-papa saying I could b-be worth a-a lot.) She whispered.

The boy clenched his hands into fists. Growing up on the streets, he was subjected to a lot in his short 13 years of life, and the worst by far was the skin trade.

"Ty mozhesh' zhit' so mnoy." (You can come live with me.) he told her, standing up. "Ty budesh' v bezopasnosti so mnoy, ya zashchishchu tebya." (You will be safe with me, I'll protect you.)

The younger girl looked up at him in awe, apprehention and hope shining though her eyes as clear as day.

"Ty ne budesh' zlym i zlym? Vy deystvitel'no eto ponimayete?" (You wo-wont be mean and y-yell? You really m-mean it?) She asked in a slight stutter.

"Obeshchayu." (I promise.) He said holding his hand out to her. She grabed it and stood up.

"Khorosho, ya poprobuyu. No yesli ty budesh' krichat', ya ukhozhu." (Ok, I will t-try it out. But if y-you yell, I am l-leaving) She said in a defiant tone. He laughed softly.

"Po rukam. Menya zovut Nikolay, kak tebya zovut?" (Deal. My name is Nikolay, what's your name?)

"Menya zovut Anastasiya, no ty mozhesh' pozvonit' mne Ana. Mne 9 let." (My name is Anastasiya but you can call me Ana. I'm 9.)

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Hey loves!

Sorry this one is so short! The next one (Chapter 3- Part 2) will be longer and will be up soon.

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