[2 months later.]
[Backyard of the trinity hospital.]
[1986/3/1]
[Sunday]
[11:12AM]
In the backyard of the trinity hospital was a huge spacious park that had a lot of beautiful flowers, plants in it with a lot of people (patients) walking around, some old, some young and some kids.
In one particular bench, there could be seen a 6 year old boy with short blonde hair, deep blue eye with another eye being closed and a vertically lined scar visible could be seen sitting on that bench. He was wearing a white shirt and white shorts with a slipper on it.
[Ivan's POV]
'It's been 2 months already...' I thought as I look at the beautiful sky.
In the past 2 months, everything has been going well and boring for me at the hospital. Everyday, just sleep, eat breakfasts provided by the hospital, get the usual check ups and then sleep or take a stroll at the park behind the hospital.
'Well, i should get going now. I was informed that my new parents are coming to take me home. I also heard that they're pretty rich which is something I was hoping for since what I'm going for will take me a lot of money and resources.' I thought before I stood up and headed towards the hospital, specifically my room which is room no. 43
It didn't took me long before I arrived at my room which had you'd expect from a patients room, a bed, a table that had fruits on it, equipment everywhere and a window where one could see the outside view.
As I looked outside from the window, I started to think of what I going to do when I reach my new home.
As I silently looked outside of the window, I got lost in thoughts as I thought of what I'll be going to do for the future.
And as i was lost in it, suddenly, the door to my room was swing opened by a nurse as she came inside.
"Ivan, your new parents has arrived." She gently said with a smile as I just expressionlessy look at her.
"Let's go~" She also said with a playful tone as we both went to the reception area where they were waiting for me.
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When ivan finally reached the reception area, he saw two old people, one male and one female.
The male was an old man, a thin figure was waiting patiently with a case in his hand even though he doesn't look like one that needs it. He was also wearing a expensive, white suit with a black tie, giving him a classic look.
On the other hand was an old women, was wearing long sleeve pearl dress with a big, white hat that seemed almost too big for her tiny head, she was also wearing a glasses.
"Ah! There he is! Our new son!" the old man declared loudly, his voice booming across the reception area, startling a few nurses.
Ivan looked up, his face having little to no expression.
"Are you my new parents?" Ivan said, his tone rather bland as he made eye contact with them.
Even though ivan had such a lifeless look on his face and an expressionless expression, they didn't mind it even one bit as they understand that anyone would be like that when they lose their parents.
"Indeed, we're your new parents." The old man said, a huge smile on his face.
The woman leaned in, peering at Ivan through her oversized glasses. "He's a bit smaller than I imagined," she whispered to her husband, as if Ivan couldn't hear.
"Nonsense, darling," the man replied, waving his cane dramatically. "He's perfect! Look at that serious expression! A young gentleman already!"
Ivan just blinked, not sure if he should be amused or happy.
The old man extended his hand toward Ivan. "I'm Mr. Hawthorne, and this lovely lady is Mrs. Hawthorne. We're your new parents. Isn't that just grand?"
"Uh…" Ivan hesitated, not knowing what to say.
Mrs. Hawthorne clapped her hands together. "Oh, I can't wait to show you your new room! We've decorated it with the finest things money can buy! We even got you a pet cat! Or was it a dog? Maybe both?" She looked up at her husband, who just shrugged.
"For me?" Ivan finally spoke, his finger pointing at himself with a small tilt. It would've looked really cute if not for his still expressionless expression that seem to hugged him and not letting him go.
"Of course, dear!" Mrs. Hawthorne said, ruffling his hair, which only messed it up more. "What else are we going to do with all our money? Buy another yacht? Boring!"
These two seemed a little… strange.
'They're really strange... is that the side effects of not being able to have children and being old?' Ivan thought.
"Come now, let's get you out of here," Mr. Hawthorne said, extending his cane to help Ivan up, which didn't really help since Ivan didn't need a cane.
As they headed toward the exit, Mrs. Hawthorne suddenly stopped, gasping. "Oh! I forgot the chocolates in the car! Ivan, do you like chocolates? Of course, you do! Who doesn't like chocolates?"
Ivan just nodded, trying to blend in.
"Good! We'll have a chocolate feast when we get home!" she declared, marching out the door with newfound enthusiasm.
Mr. Hawthorne gave Ivan a gentle push toward the exit. "You'll get used to us," he said with a chuckle. "We're a bit much at first, but we grow on you."
Ivan followed them out, a small smile creeping onto his face.
But as they reached the car, Mrs. Hawthorne suddenly turned around. "Oh! One more thing! What do you think of caviar? I've been told it's an acquired taste, but maybe you'll like it!"
"I guess..."
The car was a finely made four seated Mercedes-Benz, it was a full white car that gave authentic and high class look.
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After half an hour ride, the Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of a mansion, The outside of the mansion had a grand architecture, with towering columns, large windows, and an impressive entrance with double doors.
In front of the massive double door was 2 muscular men wearing full black suit with a sunglasses on their eyes.
As soon as they saw the Mercedes-Benz, they saluted it before opening the double door.
As the car walked into the mansion's outer exterior, there was a beautiful landscape garden that had road made of brick that was maintained welly.
And as it goes deeper, there also was a fountain, with a circle road in it.
Finally, after some time, the car arrived in front of the mansion.
"Hoho, what ya think of your new house? Impressive isn't it?" Mr. Hawthrone said as he walked looked at the back seat where ivan was seated, looking outside.
"It really is." Ivan said though not much difference in his expression that always had expressionless.
"You can go inside with your new mom, I'll park the car in the garage. " Mr. Hawthorne said as Mrs. Hawthorne and Ivan got off the car.
"Treat it like your home as this is your new home from now on" Mrs hawthorne said, getting off the car as well as she said that while ruffling his hair.
Nodding to her words, Ivan walked inside the mansion, as soon as he walked inside, he was greeted with the sight of a louge room, where a lot of finely made furniture.
"Wow, you're really wealthy." Ivan commented as he sat on the luxurious sofa.
"Right? Your new father worked his ass off during his youth to enjoy such privileges." Mrs. Hawthorne said as she chuckled.
"Here, the chocolate I was talking about. "Mrs. Hawthorne said, taking out valrhona chocolate which Ivan gladly took as he was kind of hungry.
"Hmm these are delicious." Ivan said, biting the chocolate.
"Haha, these really are. I used to eat them a lot when I was young." Mrs. Hawthorne said, chuckling.
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And just like that, a week passed. During this time, Ivan worked on getting comfortable with hus new surrounding while also improving his behaviour little by little so that they know that he's getting good and don't need any supervision.
And on the 8th day, he stood before Mr. Hawthorne who was sitting on the sofa while reading newspaper.
"Do you need something, Ivan? You've been looking at me for some time now?" Mr. Hawthorne said, putting down his newspaper as he looked at Ivan with a smile.
"I...I want to learn combat.." Ivan said, making him cough a little as it took him by surprise.
'Combat huh? Does he want to learn combat so that he won't be powerless like he was when his parents were killed there?' Mr. Hawthorne said, remembering the background Ivan came from.
'Oh wait, it might actually be quite good for him. It'll allow him to learn combat as well as be disciplined.'
"Sure, Which combat do you want to learn? There are a lot of style." Mr. Hawthorne said, agreeing to his request as it will be quite beneficial to ivan.
"I... I want to learn military combat.."