A/N: Here I am with my theory of 02's life!
And yes, this is be gijinka/human form. :)
So, this is my theory on Zero Two's outlook of the world. uwu This will have multiple chapters.
Fact: I will use all of my ability on this fic.
THIS IS FROM ZERO/ZERO TWO'S POINT OF VIEW.
THIS CHAPTER WAS BEFORE HE BECAME IMMORTAL AND STUFF.
REMEMBER; THIS IS GIJINKA!
Okay, enjoy.
~Meta Night Star
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ZERO TWO, ZERO, OR ANY KIRBY CHARACTERS. The storyline is written by me.
Nameless Orphan
Pain.
Sadness.
That was all I could feel.
Snarky remarks were all I could hear. People snickering at me, laughing at me.
Rarely anyone pitied me, I, the white haired orphan on the street.
I didn't know anything. Just pain. Only pain.
No one cared enough to take me in. So I remained there, in the cold rain. Only the stone walls of the alley to pose as my only home.
I couldn't release my tears. No, not now, not yet.
Yet, refusing to let out tears is a hard thing. It's as if you were trying to hold back a flood, with just weak, mortal hands. Humans are unable to do such things. The human holding back the water would drown, as I will in my fears.
I couldn't help but fear everything.
But enough of self-pity. I need food now.
I stood up weakly and remained in the shadows. My stomach felt empty.
I hadn't ate in days.
Need...Food... I thought hazily.
Should I steal?
No. That's what cowards do.
I must find some money. A few coins would do.
I walked quietly through the foggy night, the only lights coming from the windows of homes and lamp posts.
I'll find food, I thought. Hopefully.
A/N: First chapter. Not fully proud. Oh well, it'll get better. Sorry for it being so short! DX I enjoyed writing it, though. It was like, a language I knew or something! *eyes sparkle* Please review, open for advice. Thank you for reading Chapter one of Fallen Angel. :)