My second fanfic! Thank you MysticMaiden 18 for motivation. This story goes with Mana's Son. Am I the only one who thinks the Crown Clown is a charecter in the same sense the Tardis is a charecter? Kirimoto Out~
P.S. Italics mean the Crown Clown is talking to Allen.
I shuddered as I recalled the horrible events that had just occured. A group of thugs had just beat up and taunted my master. Those bastards had pushed him into an alley and kicked him into near unconsciousness. It was hard not to activate and make those beasts feel the same as my master. However I knew that would only frighten the child, maybe even give him a heart attack. And the worst part was that it was all my fault. If only I had taken on a less grotesque form, maybe the poor kid's life would be better. He really deserved better than this.
While I had been piting him, my master had staggered in to a dark and dirty alley. The bricks were covered in so much filth they were almost black, brightly contrasting with the white snow that was falling and collecting on the ground. The noises of the rowdy people in the pub next door filtered in through the cold December air, which made the pain even more horrible, knowing that some people had the luxury of warmth and food. The boy leaned against a wall and slowly slid into a sitting position. He was so dirty he was almost indistiguishable from the wall behind him. I could feel the horrible pain in his gut as he curled up into a fetal position. I tried to reassure him by speaking in mind. Noticing how cold he was, I activated. A huge, white, cloak with fluffy fur trim billowed out around the boy in the alley. I turned into a wickedly clawed hand that looked far to suspicious for the innocent and broken child curled up in a alley. A silver mask, with details in black and gold, and the center of my power fixed itself on the child's face.
Shh. Sleep. Rest. Don't worry, things will work out just fine, I know it. My master let out a little groan of appreciation for the warmth and words of comfort, and snuggled his face deeper into the soft, warm, white fabric. If I could I would have let out a sigh of pure contentedness despite the circumstances. Rest, master. Tomorrow we'll go and find some food. Just sleep. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe. I could feel my master slowly nodding off. Thats right. Just sleep. His eyes closed to the most peaceful sleep he had in years.
Allen's POV _
He hated that studid arm. It made him a monster and everyone hated him for it. Those thugs were just another example of what superficial creatures humans were. It wasn't his fault he was born a monster, just bad luck.
A little voice in his mind was reasuring him that his life would get better. Was this how it felt to be loved? Maybe. He wouldn't know.
He noticed a flash of white fabric enveloping him and a warm weight settling on his face. At first he was frightened, but the voice told him it was ok. He relaxed even as he felt his fingers lengthening and sharpening. He nuzzled his face into the warm, white cloak that covered him like a blanket. This was first time he could remember that he had felt warmth, comfort, and happiness. He could hear the voice urging him to rest. 'Sleep'... That sounded like an excellent idea. And without much desicion, he slipped into a pleasent, dreamless sleep.
I'm a bit embaressed to say I cried a little when I wrote this. As always, review!