Hello again! I'm back with another Allen-centric. It's really short but I felt I really needed to get this written out, and here's the result!
Disclaimer: D. Gray man belongs to Katsura Hoshino!
Enjoy~
Starlight, Star Bright
A clown and a street rat walked the streets one night. The boy looked up at the night sky. It was a cloudless night, the moon out, but you couldn't see any stars yet. "Seems like there ain't no stars t'night." came the boy's sharp voice.
"That's not true, lookie there." said the clown, pointing up at the sky. The boy looked. Indeed there was a star, a small one, but it was there.
"Huh. Guess yer right."
"Make a wish."
"Huh?"
"Make a wish."
"An' why the 'ell woulda do that?"
"Didn't you know? You're supposed to make a wish on the first star you see at night."
"Why woulda know that? Tha's jus'um useless bull. Ain't like it's gonna come true anyways, so why bother?"
"Oh well that won't do. Here, let me teach you the saying…"
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"Starlight, star bright,"
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It was Christmas Eve, and late at night. An auburn-haired child sat in front of a grave, his shoulders racked in sobs. His lame left arm lay limp and encased in a mitt as he cried for the one buried in that grave. The only man to have accepted him, despite his deformity. His father, Mana Walker.
"Mana… Mana… Mana…" the child wept.
The kind gentleman had died some days ago in a carriage accident, protecting the child from being ran over himself. The child was horribly grief-stricken.
"Good evening, boy~"
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"The first star I see tonight,"
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The boy looked up. He saw a large, grotesque figure in a long coat and top hat, with an inhumanely wide grin. "Was this your father?" the imp asked. This brought on a new wave of tears and wailing to the boy.
"Mana… Mana… I want him back…"
"Do you wish for me to revive Mana Walker?" The boy's cries halted. Was what the man said true? Was it possible?
"C-can you really do that?" the boy asked through his sniffles.
"But of course! And all just for one small price! Now, do you wish for me to bring him back?" He did. He wanted him back so bad.
"Yes!" he cried.
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"I wish I may, I wish I might,"
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"W-what do I have to do?!" All rational thoughts were gone from the boy's head, clouded with grief and desperation.
"Oh, it's very simple, Allen Walker. Just call out your loved one's name." The man's grin grew even wider. "Now, call him back! Call back your father, who you wish so badly to see once more! Call back Mana Walker!"
The boy was filled with hope, blinding him from the horribly foreboding aura that now emitted from the imp. He, who never had anything before, would get to see his father again! The boy took a deep breath.
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"Have this wish I wish tonight."
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"Mana!"
And scene!
Man, that was a bit sad. I should slow down with my poem-based fics, they're all just kinda dark. Hmm.
Anyways thank you for reading, please review, and 'till next time,
Au revoir~