The Love of a Silent Star
Cold Beginnings
Chapter One
Roy, I and my young son were so excited; we were awaiting the arrival of our newly adopted son. We were dressed in our finest, for some reason we hoped to impress our soon to be son.
We already have one child, and he is loved like no other, but we all decided that we wanted someone else in the family, and due to a problem that occurred a while back, I am no longer able to bare children, but that is another story, so as to that problem adoption was the answer for us all.
I suppose that would seem odd to some, but we had been waiting for this moment for some time now, and it had finally arrived.
We all heard the door bell ring, and we jumped in utter surprise. Roy was the one to open the door. A man was standing on our doorstep and eagerly walked in out of the cold, he was tall and burly, and he held a black brief case. He smiled and nodded his head slightly to us.
"Hello." He greeted and stuck his hand out too further the gesture.
Roy returned the greeting and shook his hand in return.
"Well I'm sure you've all been waiting for this moment." The man said smiling, stepping further inside to allow all of us the privilege of seeing the soon too be new member of the family. The young boy stepped in after the man. He held a small black duffle bag that looked to have little or no items in it.
He was about the right height for his age. Blond hair fell lightly past his shoulders, which was tied back with a red-band; bangs adorned his face, slightly shadowing his perfectly sculpted face.
His eyes were the first to be noticed though, golden in color, and beautiful to behold, but there was something about them, they were cold eyes, not the normal eyes of a child. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, for his eyes showed no emotion what so ever. There was something about them though, they held a knowledge that only a person of great age would have a hold of. The young boy could teach, he knew things that many did not, and this could be seen. When one looked into his eyes, chills could run down ones back.
His face held no warmth, and his lips looked like a smile had never reached them. His clothes did not fit him; they were childish, unlike him. This mere boy of eleven could stop one in their tracks; he was a mysterious package just waiting to be ripped open.
Everyone just admired him, like he was sent down from heaven as a newly formed angel.
The silence was broken when the man that had brought the boy cleared his throat and got everyone's attention.
"There are still some papers that need signing." The man said, and Roy walked away to finish the business in his study room leaving my son and me to look like fools, standing in the middle of the room staring at the sight before us. About three minutes after Roy and the tall man had left; I again broke the silence by going over to the child, that hadn't moved an inch since arriving. I kneeled to his height and place my hands on his shoulders, a soft smile coming to my face.
"Hello, my name is Riza, and this is my son Alphonse." I say gesturing for my son too come over, which he does after a few seconds.
"So what would you like to be called?" I ask and I only receive silence in return.
I brush my hands across his cheek looking into his eyes, and he looks back at me. I search his eyes for any flicker of emotion, any hint that there is a child beneath this icy exterior, but I see no such thing. I feel my heart swell up with pity and sadness for the boy, and I wonder if we have done the right thing by adopting him, if this child can be warmed, if a smile can be brought to his face, or even if he can be formed back into a child that he might or might not have once been.
I did not notice the sound of laughter come out of an opened door, since my eyes are still locked with the 'child's'.
"Well I hope you all have a wonderful evening." The man says going to the door and bowing slightly at us, as I stand.
"Thank you for bringing him safely here." Roy said to the man, shaking his hand before shutting the door behind him.
"So what's the new member of the houses name?" Roy asked. "On the paper it said, he didn't have one, so why don't we give him one?" Roy stated looking to each of us.
"My name is Edward." The words ran smoothly out of the 'child's' mouth, like the words had been rehearsed time and time again.