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He saw him sitting there. A little angel behind the clear glass case. Blue-black eyes stared into silver. Those eyes pleaded silently from behind his cage.
"Like what you see?" the red-headed ring master said in a gruff voice as he puffed out a breath of smoke.
"Tch." Kanda ignored the man as he continued to stare at the white figure with a silver chain and collar around its neck. His pure white hair fell around a small face still full with the remains of baby fat. Over his left eye was a dark scarlet tattoo, his mark of a fallen angel. These once full white feathery wings turned a sickly grey and fell limp at his back, unable to take flight. And those eyes, those mercury eyes stormy and tainted stared with a pain and loneliness deep enough to reach even the stoic Kanda.
"Prized freak." The man scoffed as he walked away. Slowly the Japanese teen raised one pale hand, calloused from a sword man's harsh training. Cold finger tips touched the smooth glass as if to reach straight through.
Locked in a strange, enchanting stare the two remained still and silent. A feeling of static ran through the air and held their breath captive. From the back of his glass prison, the ruined angel rose shakily to his bare dirty feet and began to take small, fragile steps forward.
One.
Two.
Three.
And he stopped. The cold thick chair around his neck help him a distance from the glass barrier. A small black cross reached forwards. Reaching for a connection, grabbing the air in hopes of touching the same cool glass as the one standing before him.
"I want to... Help you." the tall male said in a quiet and unsure tone. The little angel opened his mouth to let out a breath of nothingness.
Soundless...
Voiceless ...
A sense of hopelessness washed over both and the little angel fell to his knees and lowered the deformed arm. He raised his chin and gave a small, sad, empty smile.
A smile of despair.
He could not be saved.
"Ne, Yu-chan, ready to go?" Another teen came running up. The raven haired male exhaled and lingered a moment longer before turning away to yell at the new comer. They began to walk away, leaving the solemn angel to himself in his glassy prison. Kanda turned one last longing glance at the small boy and for exiting the dark tent.
"No one's going to come and save you." The ring master said through his cigarette.
"I know." he said silently with out words, without a voice. The chains clattered in an uneven rhythm as he retreated to the back of his glass home.