Disclaimer: Don't own -Man
Taking a poor boy, held by the hand, a man presented himself to the sergeant in the quarters.
"The world is lost!" he told him heatedly. "I bring you this boy, so young and for thievery."
"Calm down and take a seat, it's pointless to squeeze him so. What is it that he has stolen?" said the authority.
"He stole a ball of thread, from one of my stores. That is why he deserves ruthless punishment."
The authority asks, "Tell me, dirty face, if what he says is true, and cease your crying."
The boy responds, "It's true my sergeant, I stole a ball of thread, to make it reach, my white kite, towards the blue of the skies, there, where my adored mother has gone. Don't you see on it a letter, attached to my toy; forgive me if in it, I wanted to ask: Why, precious mother, why did you go so far, leaving me so alone, with my poor father?"
Lenalee wiped her eyes, sniffling softly. "Did that really happen, Allen-kun?" She'd had no idea the young exorcists' childhood had been so horrible.
But, much to her surprise, he chuckled, causing Lavi and Kanda to stare at him, as well as Lenalee.
"Good God, no. I never met my parents. That's just some bullshit story some other kid on the streets told a cop to distract both the store owner and the cop himself from the much more valuable object in his pocket… and mine." He responded, grinning like a madman.
A slap echoed in the halls of the Black Order.
Please R&R! This is my first fic (short I know), so I don't know how well I did. Also, the beginning story is translated over from a Spanish song, so if anyone recognizes it, please don't kill me. The song is kind of old, and the structure is weird, so if anyone has any suggestions as to how I could better the translation, please let me know!