This is about all the people in the world, and not in just on state or country…the whole world.
I want to create a massage through every fic I have, I believe this one, if you choose, will have the deepest emotional message I have ever done, equal to "LOVE Life Opportunity Value Eternity". If you haven't read it, please go ahead and check it out if you may. Please be aware this is regarding to real occurrences and events in real life, and we must not forget those who died for us, and what fate decided for our life.
This is also Dedicated to "AllenxEdward".
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM. Katsura Hoshino is the official owner and we all should pray and hope for her to get better and well soon!
Enjoy~
Our Side Of The World
Chapter 1: The boy with a heart
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To those who struggle in life, who barely keep living, who can't speak or move, who are alone, who need somebody to lean on, who need love.
To those that don't have a home, who don't have family, who don't have a meaning to life.
To those that can't eat, that can't sleep, that can't live.
This is Allen Walker's story.
1969 24th of December Friday England
I see a piece of bread that is wasted and thrown out be door, I run towards the bread In the shadows and in my rags, it's cold and I'm starving. I grab the piece of bread and retreat back into the shadows. I'm currently in an alley way behind the now famous restaurant "Char Car Char Bar and Grill". I part some of the bread, but not too much so I can savour some of it and eat it later. I put the part of bread in my mouth, then regretting it, it tastes like sand and it makes "Char Char Char Bar and Grill's" warm fresh bread taste like s-
-BANG-
A gun shot?
-BANG-
Definitely a gun shot.
I part away from the shadows, making me seem visible to those who walk pass the alley. Their looks clearly have disgust and foulness in their faces and in their eyes as they pass. Seeing my in a ragged and torn up shirt that is covered in dirt and a bit of blood at the edges. My shorts are the same and go up to my knees, that doesn't help when it's cold when it's near Christmas. My hair is a dirty red-ish brown when it's actually a freakish white. My eyes are sliver that are clouded with hopelessness and nothing that shows no life. My left arm however is covered up with bandages that are completely covered with stains and dirt with heaps of blood. Which makes people have scared faces, claiming and shouting that I'm a monster and "Satan's Off Spring", it's quite funny when even though a person said "Don't judge a book by its cover"…pfft, they clearly didn't get the message of that saying.
I peek out the corner of my 'home' and to see two boys getting cornered, one of them with messy brown hair and dirty, messed-up, torn up and torn clothes like me, and the same with the other boy's clothes, but his hair is long and flinging around everywhere, raven-blue. In the green-foggy park with trees shielding them from eyes that walk around at this time of night, this is also where people rest and I see children play with their mothers and fathers; as I watch with a lonely feeling in my chest; The most popular places, restaurants and a flourish pristine park. The man has a gun in his hand pointing at the brown-hair one…a pistol by the looks of it. I can't just be standing here while watching it like a movie. I have to do something…
…but what?
My mind blurs up and my body goes numb as I see the man pointing the gun straight at the brown-hair boy as he clicks the gun, and puts his finger in the trigger and…
-BANG-
I close my eyes and grip the brick wall, as my nails grit between the concrete and my left arms nails go through the bandage as black blood trickles down the red bricks. I open them as to my surprise to see that the one with raven-blue hair shield the brown-haired one. As the raven-haired falls down into the arms of a shocked brown-haired boy as they stumble down. I have to help them! I have to!
As my mind yells at me to help them, I run to them regardless if they scream at me or try to hurt me because of my appearance. Not even if the man shoots at me. My legs give out to see before my eyes, the long-haired raven boy is gripping his shirt tightly as I see his right side of his chest bleeding heavily. I saw this once, and heard it. When one of the chiefs talking to the waitresses when I stole some meat ever so quietly and caution, as I overheard them talking about a butler of theirs died from a mysterious man, that holds…a pistol…
…oh no.
The man looks at me as I examine the gun shot. He tucks his pistol away and walks away disappearing through the fog in the midnight darkness.
"P-please…h-help him…" I hear the brown-haired boy begs while looking at me with tears in his eyes as I look at his with my reflection reflecting from one another as I see myself. I gain power in my legs again as I struggle towards the other. My eyes never left the pain on the raven hairs face as I feel a splash of reality washing me back to life as I gather the strength to put his arm over my head, while the other does the same while hiccupping and tears running down his face.
Why is life so cruel?
I pass away the thought and I lead the way to my 'home' as I see the bread I have saved still in my little "cubby-house" which is made out of old serviettes and some towels and one blanket. I then hear low heavy breathing to my right to see the raven-haired boy is breathing steady but is still in pain. Nice try on hiding it.
I tear some of my 'shirt' off, which is the end of my already torn off rags and I set it down beside a crate. I then gesture to lean the boy down on my blanket in my draggy "cubby-house" and then by coincidence, fireflies lit up the dark alley way making it easier for me to work on the wound from the shot. The brown haired boy lots down at his…I believe brother maybe? None the less…He holds his hand tight…all through the night.
He looks at me as I nod to him and I stand up, and I believe I have some alcohol to 'borrow'.
After that, not to go into details, I set down the bottle carefully no to make too much noise. It seems like they've been through so much these two. Life is life if life…I just didn't imagined it to be this torturing and hard. I then grab my torn shirt piece and grab the alcohol and pop the lid and I press the piece of rag against the entrance of the bottle and let some of the liquid soak in the rag and jerk it back up-right and I remove the raven hairs shirt to see the wound better as I see that it's small, but it can do damage. I press the alcohol against the wound to see some of the boll soak up as well.
I hear hissing to see the boy is in pain. I frown and I start to press harder to make sure most of the substance of alcohol is at least spreading through the wound. I then look at the boy's face as I see pain and concern. I then use the other end to clean up the blood and I look at the others concerned and worried face.
"Don't worry…He'll be fine." I reassure the boy as I see him relax a bit while he holds the others hand and rests it on his cheek. I give them some alone time to process. I see before me a piece of meat unwanted and untouched, I bend down and sniff it…fresh.
"Strange." I say out loud.
I then pick it up and clean it and I pass it underneath my 'home' and to see it is gratefully accepted. I smile and I close my eyes and I shiver slightly. The cold is going to get worse near 3:00am. What am I going to do? Why am I doing this? Why should I be helping someone else when I begged all my life, I prayed and I still do to this day and I wish on every shooting star that crosses the sky for someone to help me. I open my eyes once again to see the fireflies dancing in the now lit alley way as thee swarm around me. I smile brightly, and I think again. Maybe I don't need help. Maybe I can help them. I think as I go back to my "cubby-house" to see that the raven head boy is asleep peacefully. Thank goodness. I think as my thoughts get cut off.
"Thank you." I snap out of my absence to see the brown hair boy, now that it's clearer and lighter, I can see a scar or cut across the bridge of his nose that seems like he got it a long time ago or it just might be a birthmark.
"You are welcome. Say, what is your name?" I ask with a smile.
"My name is Alma Karma, I'm 12 years old. This is Yu. He is 13 years old, but be sure to call him Kanda, he doesn't like his first name because he says it sounds girly and people will get it mixed up…" He explains to me with a nervous smile.
"Aren't you scared of me?" I ask and blurt out to him with caution and bluntness while looking in his eyes not to find any fear, but kindness.
"Why should I? Just because you have a freaky awesome looking scar on you left side of your face? It's what this person said…"Don't judge a book by its cover." He smiles at me as I beginning to smile as well.
"T-Thankyou…So…what do you think of life?" I question to him, changing the subject. Looking into those eyes of brown while they stare into mine as I see wonder. It seems like it worked.
"I like to believe life is fun and is to be explored. But it seems like reality gets in the way of your dream…and it takes you away and leaves you forever in darkness. Children, like us, teenagers and even adults and elders are seeking for what they desire. They want freedom and equality. They want a chance. Well…that's what I believe."
I smile. "That's wonderful." I say. Curling into a ball while in sitting position, Alma does the same, but he holds his hand firmly with the Kanda as he lies down beside him while making his smile brighter.
"Aren't you going to lie down…?" Alma asks me as his eyes start to slowly close from the events that occurred from today.
"Yes." I answer with a whisper. I smile to let him see 100% sure I will.
"Wait." I hear him say. "What is your name?" He mumbles the questions as I know he is tired.
"Me?" I ask if I heard him say something else.
"Mmm." I hear him hum a yes with sleepiness. My eyes shone with a warm feeling through my chest. They shine bright since…how any years till now…? I can't remember…but one day I will. While I'm helping Alma and Kanda, it's like their family already. I need someone to help me…But those that I care about now, comes first.
"Allen…Allen Walker."
It doesn't matter, rich or poor. We should be treated equally with respect and freedom. It doesn't matter, what culture or race you come from. We need to accept who they are. It doesn't matter, weak or strong. We are here for each other. It doesn't matter, right or wrong. We start off differently.
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Thank you for reading. Please review if I should keep this message going. If you do decide for me to keep going, the chapters will progress emotionaly and I am willing to make sure this message passes and make the characters backround similar in the manga and anime. I want to share and inspire people that they are not alone and whoever you are; you are special; in every way possible. Even if you think your normal, deep down inside, you are someone that can do great. Just believe in that…
"Never Stop Keep Walking" –Walker Family
Sincerely:
Moyashi-Kun06
