DD: Woo, go me. Another chappy down. I am rockin the house. Ok, I am not very happy with this chapter, but I'm having a bit of writers block for this fic at the moment and really wanted to post something.

Whilst on writers block, this is the best I can come up with unfortunately…

Oh and thanks to ALL the reviewers so far. You guys Rock my Socks!

DISCLAIMER: Don't own…not creative enough…see I can't even come up with something witty and smart for the disclaimer…

'Mr. Hiwatari, would you please report to the conference room immediately.'

Following those orders from one of the guards, Phoenix steadily made his way to the room.

Knocking upon the door lightly, Balcov greeted the blunette with a smarmy grin.

'Why Mr. Hiwatari, glad you could join us. Please step inside, take a seat at the end of the table.'

'So, Mr. Hiwarari was it?'

The boy nodded in response as a pale, blonde woman at the end of the table greeted him.

'Ah, yes. It's a pleasure to meet you. I have heard nothing but praises of you boy.'

She nodded slightly.

'My name is Taira Pictov, I'm young Tala Ivanov's adopted mother. We are looking at enrolling him at the Balcov Abbey, and I'd appreciate a…rounded review of the location from a student. So if Mr. Balcov here would be as so kind to leave the room, whilst my foster son and I question you I would be most appreciative.'

'Of course.'

And with that final note, the purple haired man marched confidently from the room.

'So, Mr. Hiwatari, how long have you been at the abbey?'

'A few months ma'am. Not too long.'

'Alright, and Mr. Balcov said that you were their first student.'

'I believe so Madam.'

'Are there any others?'

'Other students? A few. Not many.'

'Hm…and do you believe the Abbey to be a positive learning environment?'

'Strongly so Ms. The abbey promotes welfare and good education through the learning of various activities, languages and subjects. At nine years old, I am already fluent in Russian, English, Latin, French and am currently learning Dutch and Japanese. I am being educated in geography, world history, arithmetic and English literature and am exceedingly focused on partaking in the newly discovered sport Beyblading.'

The small boy repeated the thoroughly enforced speech as if it were second nature. Balcov had a knack for knowing exactly what guardians were looking for for their children.

'Wow, this place is huge Missus Pictov!'

'Yes Tala, it is. Now, I need a straight answer here boy. You have two choices, you can come to Ms. Pictov's boring apartment in boring Holland OR you can stay at the awesome abbey, where you'll be able to start all sorts of fun new things, like languages and that sport Beyblading. Which would you prefer?'

The nine year old red head started to bounce eagerly from each foot.

'Here Missus, HERE!'

She chuckled happily.

'Right you are then, here you'll stay. I'll write ok? You stay cheerful.'

And with that, the woman left Tala in the hands of Boris Balcov.

'Hiwatari, please step this way.'

'Yes Mr. Balcov.'

Stepping into the room, Phoenix immediately recognised it as the one that he had discovered poor, paralysed Immogen in.

'Now boy, I'm sure you remember Dr. Malone. The one who treated your sister…'

Balcov smiled. It was twisted.

'Yes well, she's going to have a look at you, check out your body and mind. You think you can handle that?'

The child nodded slightly as he placed himself onto the cold, sterile table in the center of the clinic as Balcov moved to the side.

'Hello Mr. Hiwatari, it is good to see you again under more pleasant circumstances. Now, uh yes, this needle may hurt a little, but, it's for the best.'

The last thing Phoenix remembered was Dr. Malone's smiling face before his world went black.

'Hey, Hey, you alright? Are you waking up yet? Oh finally!'

As the boy's eyes fluttered open, he came face to face with a flash of red and then wide icy eyes.

'Hi there, I'm Tala Ivanov, I saw you this mornin' remember? I was with the Missus.'

'…How did I get here?'

'Hm? No clue. I just got in here and you were asleep on the bed. It's cool to meet you, according to the guards out there, we're roommates. Isn't that awesome?'

In those few seconds, Phoenix had managed to assume certain things of this Tala Ivanov.

Firstly that when meeting and seeing new things he was easily excited and loved the thought of introductions.

He was also exceedingly naïve with an obvious desperation for attention and idle friendships.

He assumed that this redheaded child would not last long at the Abbey.

Phoenix had been right on certain aspects of the Ivanov boy.

He did get excited by meeting and seeing new things. He was desperate for attention and found idle friendships, idly amusing.

But Phoenix was also wrong about certain aspects.

For instance, that the boy was naïve, because he certainly wasn't.

And also, the fact that he would fail to last long at the Abbey, because he most certainly did.

It had been scary, if he remembered correctly, walking down the long hallway, only to hear his grandfather and Mr Balcov discussing him.

They'd said many things as Phoenix had listened in.

Many things.

Another chappy down to a count.

Unfortunatly, I'm not too happy with it.

It's not how I wanted it to be at ALL, but I desperately wanted to post the next chapter to this.

I might replace it later…I doubt it though.

So, please review and put an end to my self-pitying and tell me that the chappy was good. It'd make me exceptionally happy .

Oh and please, No Flames. Neither my umbrella or Computer can handle it. It'd make them both very teary.