Ten Years old:
Ivan stood at the window in his room. His dark purple eyes shone lightly in the light of the beautiful day outside. He sighed as he watched kids his age run around, laughing, playing.
His back straightened when he heard the door to his room open. His father came in with a scowl on his face.
"Ivan, you have to do your studies," he said, in his raspy voice.
"Why can't I go outside and play?"
"Because you are my only son and you will take over the household when I am gone."
"But-"
"No 'buts', now lets go," his father said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Ivan's collar. Ivan was dragged out of his room and away from the outside light.
Seventeen Years Old:
Ivan sat in the library, hunched over a book. His dark purple eyes scanned the page he was on and turned to the paper in front of him. His ears picked up on a soft sound that came from behind a bookshelve.
He stood up and made his way to the shelve. Something that interrupted his studies must be evil and has to be eliminated. As he turned the cornor, he paused at the sight in front of him. A younger blonde teenager huddled in the furtherest cornor of the bookshelve. Ivan approached the young blonde slowly, trying to analyze the situation. When he deemed it a good atmosphere, he crouched down in front of the blonde.
"Hey," he said.
The blonde squeezed his legs together, burying his head into his crossed arms.
"Please leave me alone," a small voice said. From the barrier of limbs, Ivan saw a pair of light purple eyes, close too blue-purple eyes.
The blonde shook his head and buried it in his arms again. Ivan sat down, his work forgotten. His father wouldn't like it and he would have to pay for the unfinished work.
"Tell me what's wrong," he asked, sitting next to the blonde.
"I would, but you wouldn't care," the same small voice said again. "Plus, you wouldn't understand."
"Maybe I wouldn't but-"
"Then leave me alone," the blonde said, getting up and making his way to the library's front entrance. He discreetly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Ivan sat there, letting the blonde's words sink into his mindset. He wouldn't know what happened. He was never allowed to go outside. He was supposed stuy everything that his fatehr gave him and then some.
Ivan felt tears prick his eyes and then he found himself in the same position he found the small blonde in a few minutes ago. He curled his long, thin arms around his legs and pulled them to his chest. Small sobs and whimpers escsaped his mouth. He bent his head into his arms and cried his heart out.
He didn't know how long he was there, crying but he knew that it was a few hours. He looked up and was shocked to see someone sitting across from him. This perosn was staring at him with warm, inviting blue eyes and a small smile.
"Hey," the guy said. "My name is Alfred."
"Ivan."
"Well, Ivan, why were you crying?" Alfred leaned in and wiped some tears away.
"I...don't know," Ivan stated.
"There has to be a reason," Alfred said.
Ivan broke down and cried to the blonde about everything that happened to him. How he didn't get a normal childhood like his sisters. All the studying and late-night lectures. Everything that happened to him that made him the way he was. He felt so relieved that he got all that off his chest. Now he had to face his father who is probably furious with him.
"Thank you," he whispered as he picked up his unfinished work.
"No problem," Alfred said, smiling widely. "Listen if you need someone to talk to, call me." He handed a piece of paper with his name and a bunch of numbers.
"Okay."
A/N: I know this seems rushed...i don't do happy fics, it would seem that way. But please review it would make me very happy :D :)