"Talking" - means talking to one another or ones self
Talking - means thoughts... usually Allen's
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Ice Queens...
A small boy, no older than four years old, sat outside of a circus. His silvery-blue eyes peeked out beneath filthy, brown hair as a slightly older boy passed by.
The boy was incredibly beautiful—pretty, the young boy thought. His dark blue-black waist-length hair, which was pulled into a braid, was tied down by a black ribbon. His irises were a deep blue, and at first glance, appeared black, unless you counted the occasional glint of sapphire they showed in the bright circus lights. His lithe body and sword at his side showed the boy could fight, and a fighter he must be. His beauty attracted a lot of attention. However, as beautiful as the boy was his sneer and crude attitude towards the passer-byes was even worse for business—at this rate, no one would visit the circus.
An ice queen, cold, but beautiful... The boy thought, slightly irritated as the boy scared off yet another customer. Wonderful… and in front of my circus, too.
The boy stood, and absently trailed over to the now dubbed "ice queen." Said ice queen glanced up at the boy, eyes slightly hostile, thought a visible glint of curiosity was obvious.
"Hello, my name is Allen. No, I do not have a last name. And, you are?" he asked, falsely polite.
"Stay out of my way, Moyashi. I'm looking for something," the boy snapped, "And don't give me such a fake smile," he bit out harshly, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
Allen's smile dropped almost immediately, his expression warping to something along the lines of a cynical four year old with severe authority issues. "Then stay away from my circus. You are driving away customers, and Cosimo'll hit me if I—" Okay, so maybe he had a bad mouth, too...
"I don't care," the boy deadpanned, interrupting the younger boys rant.
Annoyed, but slightly more desperate now, Allen tugged on the ribbon holding up the braided boy's hair.
"I'll give it back if ya leave," Allen said, waving the item in front of the boy's face.
"Fine," growled the boy, obviously annoyed.
Allen had just started stretching out his hand to give the item back to the boy, when Cosimo came outside to "check" on his "customer attracting skills."
"Brat~ you still haven't got any customers yet? You know what that means. Down time," purred the pierrot, Cosimo.
"Fuck off, you pedophillic freak. I'm getting rid of a disturbance right now," Allen snarled.
Cosimo's face twisted in rage, and he reared back like a stallion. One thing followed the next, and Allen had a bruise forming on his left cheekbone. Suddenly, the braided boy, who was not so braided any more, but rather had his silky hair flying through the air, pulled a sword out of thin air and swung at Cosimo.
"Do not come near me with your filthy hands, you incompetent bozo," snarled the boy angrily. "I'm Kanda Yuu, an exorcist, and I won't have you fighting over me to get some dumb boy, you bastard."
"How dare you..." Cosimo trailed off as a rather large man appeared behind Kanda and Looked™ down at him.
"Ah, so your name is Kanda. I don't want your hair to get into your way," Allen said as he quickly and skillfully pulled his hair into a high ponytail, "but I really must go. Nice to meet you. Your hair looks so much better that way. Bye-bye," Allen muttered, turning away quickly with a short wave of his hand. It was time to run... he just hoped that he wouldn't regret this later.
Authors Note: I hope its good, I just got back on fanfic and changed some minor details... criticize please. It's not that hard to review... just press the shiny, blue button.
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