Twenty-Fifth installment of PN.
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The boy smiled as he perched on the man's head on his hands, stretching his legs in a split as he did so, and grinned wider as the crowd erupted in applause.
"Now, for our main appearance!" The Ringleader exclaimed, as the boy jumped off of the man's head and dashed down the ring, towards the Ringleader. He took a small bow as he approached everyone. He smiled brightly at them, and the audience had to coo at how cute he was.
He produced several knives out of his sleeve, which the audience stared, appalled. This boy was what? Six? Eight?
Several more clowns came out, bearing a target with a man strapped to it. The audience stared, captivated.
The boy took a knife in his left hand, testing it for its weight. He threw it in the air and caught it, once, twice, three times, just to make sure. He looked towards the Ringleader, and nodded.
"Watch this man escape death!" He grinned, and nodded towards the boy, who flung the knife at the man in the target.
The first knife thudded against the wood right next to the man's head. The crowd roared in applause. The boy smiled, and threw several more, each missing by a hair.
The crowd was cheering, some standing up, and some clapping with great enthusiasm. The small brown-haired child smiled, bowing like any performer. He half-cart wheeled, half-back flipped himself away.
The show continued, the knife-throwing brown-haired boy reappeared several times, flipping backwards or balancing plates on his nose.
"And that's all I remember." The man finished, closing his blue-black eyes. When he reopened them he saw Allen staring at him with an amused expression. "What?" He demanded.
"So, did you like that performance?" He asked coyly.
"…Well, I guess I did. I was in England with my Father, of course." Kanda snapped back.
Allen giggled, "Have you ever thought who that boy was?"
"Plenty of times." Kanda replied bluntly, not caring what Allen was trying to hint. "I could never really find him at all after that."
Allen laughed then, getting a glare from Kanda. "So, if I said that the boy was right in front of you, what would you do?"
There was a few seconds of silence, then the other exploded. "WHAT?!"
Allen shrugged, "I guess Yu couldn't recognize me, after all, I had brown hair…" He trailed off as Kanda seized his shirt by the collar and seethed in his face.
"You. Were. There. The. Whole. Time, And. You. Didn't. Tell. Me?!" The Japanese man demanded.
Allen smirked, "You never asked. You're stupid, Ba-" He was cut off as the older man pressed his lips against his in a bruising kiss.
The finders who passed Allen's room that day came back with disturbing stories, like a dragon was eating Allen and he was putting up a fight, or Allen had a fever, or he had cramps.
Either story seemed disturbing to Linali, and she recited the whole bunk to Lavi, who nodded with a wise (Yet comical, if you think about it) expression.
"Hmm, Yu-Chan's giving his revenge…" He said to himself as a distraught Linali sobbed out the stories.
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