"Mommy? Daddy? Who's at the door?"

"No one honey...just go to your room and lock the door..."

Your mother calmly said, gently pushing you up the stairs while your father stayed his ground.
You stare at them, curious of the person knocking at the door.
The knocks started low...then there was banging, very loud and powerful that it frightened you.
Your mother shudders, her eyes widening.

"Go! Now!"

"O-Okay Mommy!"

You ran up the stairs straight to your room, the knocks getting louder and louder behind you.
You shut the door and quickly hide under your bed, shaking with fear.
You then heard rummaging, followed by shouting from an unfamiliar voice.
You then heard your parents voices, they were filled with distress.
It seemed like they were begging for not only their lives...but yours.
What did this stranger want from you?
You heard footsteps stomping up the stairs and suddenly you realized that you forgot to lock the door...
Your door slams open, revealing a dark shadow standing there...with a pistol in their hand.
You thought you saw him wickedly grin...
As he was about to approach your hiding spot, your parents stopped him, tears in their eyes.

"No! Stop! Not my child!"

"Leave her alone! She doesn't deserve this!"

...Then you heard the gunshots, those loud sounds that still frightened you to this day.
You saw your parents reaction, their eyes were wide, they didn't speak a word...
Blood poured out of both of their chests.
They fell to the floor, motionless.
You sniffled, trying not to give yourself away.
The stranger chuckles to himself, then walks out of the room without turning his back on you.
Once you knew the man was gone, you crawled out of your hiding spot and towards your parents bodies, tears falling down your face.

"M-Mommy? D-Daddy? W-Wake up...please wake up..."

Their eyes were gray, no life in them...
From that day on, you have learned what death was...
You then heard footsteps coming from behind you, then a chuckle.

"There you are~"

You then saw the stranger about to smash your head with a sledgehammer...

You woke up, gasping and sweating.
You look over at the time, 2:30am.
You rubbed your face, tears falling down your cheeks again...
This wasn't the first time you had this dream, you've had it most of the time.
It was a traumatizing event after all.
After calming down, you then fall back asleep once again...whispering your parents names while hugging your pillow.
The next day, you went back to Ice Castle, along with Yuri and Viktor.
They were going to train, but due to your suspicions about Yuri being alone with the Russian, you decided to come just for Yuri's protection.
That was your job after all: To protect citizens and families...unfortunately you couldn't protect your family that day.
You sat on the bench, polishing your rifle while Yuri got his skates on.
Yuri blushes and shudders.

"U-Umm...don't you ever leave your weapon at home rather than taking it with you everywhere you go?"
(^_^;)

"It's either that or someone loses their life...because of me."

"H-Huh? W-What do you mean?"

You quickly change the subject after finding out what you just said.
Yuri can't know about your sad past...he just couldn't.

"...I mean...I'm a soldier after all, it's my job to take this rifle wherever I go...to protect victims, you know?"

"O-Oh! T-That makes sense-"
(^^ゞ

"VIKTORRRRRR!"

You both heard a rough Russian voice call out.
You turn your heads towards the figure, puzzled of who this boy was.
He had blonde hair, blue-green eyes and looked very young.
He wore a red, white and blue Russia jacket and black pants.
Those eyes though...it made him look like a soldier, just like you.
You heard Yuri whisper under his breath.

"Y-Yuri Plisetsky...The Russian Punk."
(￣◇￣;)

"Wait...there's two Yuri's?"

You asked while staring at the Russian boy.
He spots you two, growling at the Japanese Yuri.

"You...you took Viktor away...you f*****!"
ヽ(≧Д≦)ノ

"N-N-Nani?"
( '△｀)

In no time flat, Plisetsky holds Yuri, shaking him by the collar.

"YOU F****** PIG! YOU F****** COACH STEALER!"
（＞д＜）

"Y-Yuri! L-Let's talk this out, o-okay?"
(^^;)

"Knock it off..."

You ordered. Plisetsky stares right at you, a smug look upon his face.
He lets go of Yuri and crosses his arms.

"Tch, knock off what?"
(¬_¬)

"Your cursing...stop cursing, that's an order."

"Tch, I don't f****** care, Old Hag..."

"I said stop..."

"You're not the f****** boss of me..."

"...that's it...where's the bathroom Yuuko?"

You suddenly grab him by his jacket collar, dragging him across the rink.
He struggles to escape your grasp, but being the though soldier you were, you had a strong grip.
You were like a fisherman who just got a large, flopping fish.

"H-Hey! L-Let me go you damn idiot!"
ｏ( ><)o

You make it to the bathroom, still holding on to the irritated Russian Punk.
You poured water on a bar of soap and stuff it into the teen's mouth.
He struggles to get the disgusting soap out, but you held both his arms.
You even put him in a choke hold, which you were taught in the military.

"Stop resisting...STOP RESISTING!"

Viktor and Yuri watch from afar, Yuri shuddering at your scary, intimidating side while Viktor laughs.

"She's a strong soldier...I like it~"
(¬ω¬)

The two then separated you and Plisetsky before it caused a bigger commotion.
Plisetsky then spits the bar out, his face red from anger.

"W-What the f-"
щ(ಥДಥщ)

You gave him a warning look, stopping him mid-sentence. He lowers his head in defeat.

"...fudgsicle..."