Disclaimer: Don't own D. Grayman and don't own this joke.
A/N: This is kinda an AU… but not really… xP
Oh and before you start reading this, I should warn you that it's incredibly lame….
Blink and you'll miss the joke.
"Hey Supervisor!"
Koumi stopped pretending to read documents when Johnny approached. Trying his best to appear like a diligent worker, Koumi plastered a stern look onto his face before replying.
"What is it? Can't you see that I'm very busy?"
Johnny chuckled at the tone before waving his hand. "This will only take a few seconds, I promise. It's just that some of us were talking and I figured I'd just ask you instead of gossip behind your back. So can you tell me: why are you always so protective of Lenalee?"
Koumi leaned back into his seat. "And I suppose you want me to give you an answer?"
Johnny laughed again, though it was more out of habit than anything else. "In a way… yes."
As Koumi folded his hands and laid them onto the table, a surge of light flashed through his glasses, as if reflected by the light. Johnny began fidgeting uncomfortably, taking an instant disliking towards the Supervisors' change of expression.
"Well, it's partially because she arrived at the Order years before I did (and hated it here) but," Koumi paused to purse his lips, "it's mainly because of our father."
Johnny looked taken aback by the revelation; no one ever talks about his/her parents in the Order.
"You're father?" he repeated dumbly.
"Yes, our father," Koumi sighed as a dramatic tears leaped out of his eyes. "You see, even though Lenalee is so young, she has always wanted to be a mother. –And I don't want some man to come around and take her children away from her. She adores kids, don't you know?"
"But," Johnny added slowly when Koumi didn't seem to planning on elaborating, "what does that have to do with your father."
Koumi shook his head in disappointment before attempting to dab a few tears away with a stray napkin. "It has everything to do with our father! You see, when we were little, our parents got a divorce, and our father got custody of us."
"Did you hate your father or something?"
"No, no, it was nothing like that it was just that everyone thought, for sure, that our mother would win the battle but our father won instead. I just don't want Lenalee to end up like my mother; alone and depressed -All because of a late term of events, caused by something a stupid man said that changed everyone's opinion."
"What did he -I mean, your dad- say?" Johnny asked, now genuinely curious.
It's always the mother who wins.
Koumi casted a forlorn look at Johnny before shaking his head in disappointment. Such sad memories...
"When the custody battle started, our mom jumped to her feet and protested that since she was the one who had to given birth to them, she should obviously be the one to retain custody. And because this argument works every time, the judge and jury were ready to hand my mother the papers before they saw the pitiful look on my dad's face. So just before the decision was declared, the judge allowed our father a final word in the matter.
After a long moment of silence, he got up and approached the judge. And he said 'Honorable Judge, I have a question for you. If I put a dollar into a vending machine and a soda comes out, does it belong to me or the machine?"
Johnny stared at Koumi, as his cries started streaming down his nostrils, wondering if he had just heard correctly. He opened his mouth and searched desperately for a reply, but when one couldn't be found, he simply turned his head and walked out.
Something, Koumi was just too much...Maybe it was best that he didn't comment.
End
...I told you it was going to be lame
Don't kill me!