Pooo, chapter 2 :0 . As always, I don't own DGM. I know a lot of us wish for it, but... yeah. Constructive criticism is well appreciated :0

Chapter 2: Erased memories.

That night in London, when a young boy left town, his only buddy, was devastated by this. In his bed, crying silently in his pillow, the red head decided to take part. He ran off without a note or a saying, and went across the violent streets during midnight.

He knew he was in grave danger. He knew that he had absolutely no idea where his friend know lived. But he only wanted to trust the stars and moon to guide him, into the nocturnal night. He moved his legs, running every where to find that dear friend of his. Giving it his all, he stopped for a couple of minutes and sat down on a bench for a rest. He sighed and gazed at the bright, rich golden moon staring at him. It was peace for a moment, but then the unexpected, hit him across the face.

"Hey little boy, what are you doing here, all alone... at night?" Said an old man, carrying a pocket knife.

They stared at each other, and Lavi started to panic as he swiftly got off the bench. He noticed that there was more people hiding in the shadows, waiting for his next actions. He stood his ground and said: "What do you want from me?" holding his fists together with reassured eyes. The man took a big step forward and looked down on the small boy. "I only want your body, my friend." Replied the bandit, licking his knife.

"Master! We better get him now before the cops come!" said one of the apprentices.

"Tell Ken to get out of the mansion quickly after dropping the note. We'll make sure that we get that ten million euros." Said the master.

What they didn't know, was that Lavi wasn't a big idiot to fall for something like this. For a very rich family, many people come after a small kid. He took off his slipper and threw it at the man and made his way back home.

"You little asshole! Get him! Don't let him reach the police station!" Shouted the bandit.

"Thanks for the advice! I was just gonna run back home!" Replied Lavi, smirking at the running men.

With fail, the bandits were sent to prison. The police called the mansion and the parents came rushing for their little precious boy. The mom hugging him as tight as she could and the dad, keeping his cool and taking information from the policeman.

"Lets go home Lavi." Said the mother.

A pat on the head was all it took to cheer everyone up. But Lavi's father didn't know how to deal with this situation.

"I will not tolerate this action of yours! You shall be punished for your carelessness!" Screamed the father.

He took a deep breath and went to the back of the room, to get a razor.

"Lavi! I am disappointed in you!"

In the background, there lied a crying mother that could only watch the pain and suffering going into Lavi. The blood shattering on the floor, and scream of hell that came out of his tiny lungs. Tears cascading on everyone's pale faces, even the man. Lavi was lying on the floor, as if he was paralyzed to death. The small pool of blood continued to increase, and the father couldn't even watch his own doing.

"Someday, you will understand why we are like this, my lost son." Left with those words, he walked out of the room as the lightning spotted the terrified young Lavi.

The next day, Lavi was given an eye patch from one of the maids. The wound still stinged and sometimes there would have a few drops of blood.

"Young Lavi, put this when your wound is fully recovered. For now, we'll be checking on you during breakfast, lunch, dinner and late at night for your current medical eye patch." Said the maid.

The 12 year old boy nodded and went off in the backward to get some fresh air.

He stared at the eye patch for a very long time, thinking about what his friend said back then.

"We'll meet again someday Lavi! I won't forget you!"

Reminiscing all of the happy memories he had with Allen, it hurt to cry with his right eye.