Second day for the Dgraymanweek, yey xD
Day 2: Lonely Boy
Option A: Favorite Character (Lavi)
No name
He's been alone for a long time now... Can't really remember when it all started though. His parents didn't even want him – as far as he was told. Somehow, he found he didn't care. So, he ended up going from one family, to the other. Some were nice, kind and liked him. Others didn't even want to be bothered with him. But through it all, he tried his best to just, be there, and not be a burden. With a memory like his, he learned quickly to not repeat mistakes made before.
He didn't even really have a name. Some families would give him one – simple one that he wouldn't use until years later – but for the most part, he was just Boy. He learned to survive by observing, learning and adapting. His memory helped there as well. And for a bit, things seemed like they would be okay. And then, the old panda came…
"…Why do you look like a panda?" he had asked, looking up at the old man. He was a healer of sorts, coming to this village because he needed to see something. The Boy, in turn, couldn't help but be curious about the new comer. Hardly anyone comes around here anymore…
"I do not! Respect your elder, you brat," the old man frowned and looked down at the little redhead boy. He hadn't actually minded him until now, when he spoke up. And now he actually fully saw him.
The old man's expression seemed to soften ever so slightly, as he spotted the eye patch the little one wore. What sort of injure did he sustain? Was it beyond repair? Perhaps he could-
The old man stopped himself. Why should he care? This is just a little boy, who'll soon be lost and forgotten in history. Why should he-
"You seem really lonely," the redhead spoke again, giving a small smile to the man. It took the old man a moment to register what was said.
"And what makes you say that?" he asked, slightly curious as to what the child would say.
"Well, you don't have a name, like me!" the kid smiled, before going on. "And everyone seems to… ignore you. Or seem scared of you."
"And you aren't?"
"…Maybe a bit… You do look like a panda!"
"Why you little-!" the old man stopped himself as he saw the child laughing. He seemed too pure and innocent, and yet…
"You say you have no name?" he asked in the end, giving the boy a quick once-over.
"Well, I have a few names, but none of them are my real one…" the child sounded embarrassed as he scratched his neck.
"I see…" the old man gave a weak smile. Perhaps… perhaps this boy could be the one… He would take on a student again… Maybe.
"Tell me child, would you like to be a Bookman?"
"Bookman? What's that?"
"They are an organization dedicated to recording and maintaining the true history of the world," the boy's one eye grew wide and the old man wondered if he even understood what any of it meant.
"You will travel around the world, as my student, and learn many things," he added in short, as couldn't help the smile as the child seemed to scream in delight.
"I can leave with you?!" he seemed far too overjoyed. But then again, this life clearly isn't fit for one such as him…
"Indeed. However, I must warn you," the old man added, wanting to be sure. "This will be challenging and hard. You will have to leave behind your past."
"…I don't have anything to leave behind. I'm just," the child paused, as if thinking. "A lonely boy."
"…You may call me Bookman," the old man extended a hand, which the child took. He would do right this time… He would not fail as a teacher.