Disclaimer: I do not own Hitman Reborn
A boy was holding a baby polar bear in his hands. The boy lived in the suburbs where climate change didn't give the amount of snow the little polar bear needed. It was a sad time for thee polar bears. The boy rubbed the polar bears little head and whispered a chorus in its right ear. The baby polar bear gazed at him, then it tried nibbling on the boys pinkie. The boy remembered the little doll his parents bought him. When people banned airborne hunting it should've been harder for the poachers to hunt them down, but the poachers keep coming back with new equipment and more ways to endanger polar bears.
The boy's name was Vincent. Vincent Blossom. The polar bear he was holding wasn't his pet. Vincent's family were just taking care of it. Don't ask how or why they'd take care of an endangered species. Vincent really didn't understand it. But he loved the little polar bear. He called it SnowFlake. " Does SnowFlake want a bath?" Vincent asked. All of Vincent's built up rage would finally be released and he would be euphoric.
Vincent tried to teach SnowFlake all about the cold. When SnowFlake left Vincent he needed to adapt to the cold. Vincent's freezer was full of large bathtubs of ice. Vincent poured the ice cubes into the bathtube just like the bath's for football players. SnowFlake wouldn't go for a bath. Vincent had to get in that cold water and rub Snowball with his brush. Vincent was shivering. The only thing that kept Vincent's spirits up was knowing SnowFlake was colder than him. If not...he was just a cold naked boy. " You have something on your back," Vincent giggled. Vincent poured a bucket of water with ice over SnowFlake. SnowFlake didn't like the water.
After bathtime it was time for SnowFlake to get some exercise. Vincent's parents installed a treadmill for the bear. Vincent had to set up a wall to keep SnowFlake in. Vincent kept his hand on SnowFlake's back while SnowFlake jogged.
Vincent was old enough to drive. He drove SnowFlake to the vet. Vincent took SnowFlake to the vet everyday. It was crucial for SnowFlake to go to the vet everyday. If SnowFlake was sick in any way Vincent had to be sure it wasn't serious.
Vincent took SnowFlake home. Once again he let SnowFlake sit on his knee while he stroked SnowFlake's back. Vincent was looking for a culminate. SnowFlake wasn't going to stay a cub forever. Soon he would be full grown and have to leave the house. Vincent could even wake up tomorrow and SnowFlake would be the size of his refrigerator.
Vincent always woke up at 5 o' clock in the morning to take his car out for a drive. Vincent's life was so very stressful. Taking care of a baby polar bear wasn't easy. They needed constant attention and Vincent had to take lots of days off just to make it drink it's milk with medicine. A drive through the freeway in his Chevrolet Camaro. Vincent liked to have subway. He liked the subway marine sandwiches, six inches long, with lots of vegetables and chicken. Vincent used to beg his parents to take him to Subway every chance he had. Now Vincent was two hundred and fifteen pounds. He was thirty-five pounds overweight. He had stretch marks on both side of his stomach, which were purple, that would only go away faster if he worked out more. His doctor suggested a thirty minute helps with improvement. Vincent didn't have time to work out. He still had his baby fat when he was five and he collected forty-two chocolate eggs and four creamy bigger eggs. Vincent wished they didn't give chocolate in Easter. Easter was suppose to be about Jesus being reborn—what does a giant rabbit who hops into people's houses and lays eggs have to do with it? What does Santa even have to do with Jesus being born? All those who ask those inarticulate questions are hated for blasphemy.
Vincent returned home. He didn't expect two things. One was his parents whom were home two days early after boldly entering a forest with lots of giant snakes. Two was the baby kangaroo in his mother's arms. Vincent's family took care of baby angels until they were big enough to go to the zoo. Vincent was just an ordinary boy. The people who weren't ordinary...were his parents and his ancestors.