Mockingbird
By:: Melissa

Disclaimer:: I don't own anything from this story. Everything belongs to Katsura Hoshino, creator of D Grey Man. Constructive criticism is welcome. No flames please.



Allen's POV

She sang. So beautifully. More beautifully than I could have imagined. I came here on a mission. On a journey. To get Innocence back. To put it back into the Black Order's possession. I thought it would be easy. Or at least not this goddamn complicated. I didn't know what to do. Or what to think. She just kept singing. The same sad, melancholy song. That's what she was born to do. Was to sing. To sing with all her soul, with all her heart. And now she died doing it. She died. Why did she have to die? Couldn't there be any way, any other way to save her and let her be happy? Why did everything have to be so unfair? I couldn't do a thing. I couldn't do a single thing to help her. All I did was sit there on the steps, waiting for her to finish singing. It was like killing a mockingbird. All she ever did was sing her heart out for other people's enjoyments. Nothing more, nothing less. But still, she had to die. I've been told that it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. I've committed a sin. Me. I've done it. It was me. The mockingbird who sang with all her heart, the mockingbird who's song was full of love, of hope, of courage, of pain and of sadness, the mockingbird who kept singing through the hardest of times, is gone. And it's all my fault.


Well that's it. It's short, i know. But it's just a drabble anyway. So this is about Allen's thoughts (or my interpretation of them) after his and Kanda's first mission together, retrieving the Innocence from the doll and Guzoru. So please review! Thanks! 3