This is an idea that I got laying around and now, I got some time to work it out. I hope you guys don't mind. This story is more a dump of ideas and stuff instead of a real fanfic. If you want something similar, look up Afraid to shoot strangers. That is a lot more serious in tone setting and it has a larger focus.
For those who are wondering about it, this story has a larger focus on the characters, original and canon instead on a plot.
Kerlongsj sat down with a picture in his hands. It had been a few rocky nights. Alcohol wasn't a part of his life but now, he could have used a bottle. Not that it would do him much good. His thoughts brought himself back to a time where he was in, where he is now and where he would go later.
In the garden of life, he walked alone as he was lost. There was no one around him when he was ten years old. Crying and stumbling the place, he had no one to rely on, no one that would pick him up in his or her arms and tell him it would be fine. That he would be fine. There was no one and that was something Kerlongsj missed. He walked on and cried.
Suddenly, a hand came out and he looked in the face of a handsome, young man. That man had blond hair like him and the eyes were the same. He was tall as well and he showed a lot as Caucasian. Kerlongsj took the hand of the man and he walked with the man.
That man would show Kerlongsj the ways and he would train him and make sure he'd be fine. He taught Kerlongsj how to fight and how to protect himself and others. He learned how to control the powers within him. He taught Kerlongsj how to make friends and he learned Kerlongsj how he should fight for others.
But then, Kerlongsj smiled and turned his to his side. And the man fell down an edge. Kerlongsj raced to him as he wanted to catch the man back up and get him back on the cliffside. But he was too late. The man pushed Kerlongsj back and Kerlongsj ended up as he wanted to save the man. He tried to fall back as he felt two slender hands pull him back.
Kerlongsj looked over to Reiri and Chifuyu, both shocked to see their man like that and they shake their head. Wrapping their arms around the weeping Devil, they comforted him as Kerlongsj doesn't hide the feelings of hurt and betrayal. They know and see it but can't understand it. They haven't lost someone like him.
Afterward, he feels his angels must return. And he stands up as he dried up his tears. He stands up and looks over the edge that he wanted to go after. But then he hears another crying. And he walks up to the source. A young boy, ten years old that was walks around the garden of life.
At that moment, Kerlongsj could see what Azalof did for him all those years ago. He picked him up from the street and raised him. And now it was his turn to pay back the debt. Kerlongsj walked up to the boy and he lifted him from the ground. The boy smiles through the tears and Kerlongsj calls the boy Anaton.
Back in his room, he looks up to see Anaton extending a hand to take a walk through the garden of life.
I advise you guys tune up the song of Iron Maiden. It might give you guys a good idea how this should be read. I am also working on a new chapter of the Graduated Student and the Irish street punk. Stay around and hope for a miracle.
Saluut.