This small chapter reveals a lot about what majority of this story centers upon. I hope the ideal takes well, but if it doesn't don't be afraid to tell me the truth, okay? I love and appreciate honest feedback.
"This is our home. Please, make your own as well," Dr. Drevis said as he opened the doors to his mansion. The boy hesitantly stepped in, his eyes wide like saucers. He was staying in a place like this, when yesterday his bed had been the street? He was in complete shock, only moved forward by the pulling of the doctor's hand. "Monika! Where are you?" the doctor further yelled up the stairs.
"In my bedroom, Alfred!" a sweet, melodic voice called. The doctor smiled and tugged the ragged boy up the right staircase and down the subsequent hallway. The boy, however, could hardly follow any of what was happening. He was much too in awe of such luxury that he had never seen before.
Alfred entered the first door they came to. A woman turned to face them, her shining dark brown locks flowing with her movement. She smiled sweetly at her husband, though then noticed he had come with company.
"I've brought a guest with me," Alfred said as he noticed her attention was focused on the boy with dirty hair.
Noticing eyes on him, the boy brought his gaze to the woman's deep blue orbs. He blinked a few times to bring his mind out of the calming sense that came with staring into them to speak. "Ah... hello... miss..," he said hesitantly, keeping eye contact despite the anxiety that came with talking to a woman of such a high society.
Noting his politeness, Monika smiled warmly. "Ah, and who is this charming young one?" she asked with a certain interest in her voice.
"He told me he doesn't have a name..." Alfred answered with a certain lack of interest, placing his other hand in his coat pocket. "Anyways, I'm thinking of letting him stay downstai-"
"No, we still have a room next to mine open, don't we? He doesn't have to stay downstairs," Monika quickly interjected, knowing fully well what staying 'downstairs' meant. Normally, she wouldn't intervene with her husband's... work, but... they hadn't succeeded in having children of their own as of yet, and she yearned to be a mother. This boy was so young and seemingly a kind-hearted sort of child. She already felt the motherly need to protect the small boy. "I insist," she said in a way Alfred could not refuse.
Doctor Drevis stared at his wife with hidden disbelief. What was she doing? She never took away his test subjects like this. He frowned slightly with anger that bubbled in his stomach, but quickly erased it before the boy saw. "I guess that could work. Hear that? You'll be staying in the room next to this one," he said as he addressed the boy. The boy, still in slight disbelief, just gave a small nod.
"Hm, good... Now, since you'll be staying, you'll need a name..," Monika hummed, approaching the boy and knelling down to face him, her bright smile unwavering. "How about... Dio?"
