My top doesn't not look like that, possibly maybe.

Jun 06, 2011 01:59

No one wanted the demon-child. The hell was wrong with it, born with red hair and cat eyes in the cold of Northern India. No one in the little village knew for sure who the mother was (well. None bar one, for obvious reasons), but all had their suspicions.

It's set. The demon-boy would be left out in the one of the far, far fields, allowed to die of exposure. It wouldn't be named, because that was bad luck, to name something then to get rid of it.

*

Tiedoll returned from his four-month sojourn through Asia with a bundle in his arms. Kanda was five, and looked at this baby with a calm, irritated sort of acceptance. Father's gone off and done something stupid again, and five-year-old Kanda would take responsibility for this pink-faced red-haired screaming thing.

Lavi, Tiedoll had said. Let's call him Lavi, Yuu-kun. When I found him, he looked like a miniature lion.

Kanda asked, are we going to keep it?

Yes. Yes we will, Yuu-kun. And you can be his carer. Do you know why, Yuu-kun?

Kanda glared, as angry as a child could be.

Because, Tiedoll had said, letting Kanda touch the baby's face. I found him Kanda. That's a place in India, Yuu-kun. Just like your family name, Yuu-kun.

Oh. That meant the little screaming thing was family, didn't it?

Then and there, Kanda forever swore he'd be the lion of Kanda's protector.

*

Kanda was almost eight before Lavi said his first word.

And second, and third, and fourth and fifth, all in one day. The toddler could scream variations of the words "Kanda," "Yuu," "Papa," "Hungry," and "Lavi." Kanda had asked Tiedoll if the kid was an idiot; five words, three were names. Not really getting you prepared for life, you know? Kanda knows what life is all about; he wears a uniform to school every day. And he doesn't have to hold Marie's hand any more when walking to and from school. He's a big boy.

Kanda was voicing his concern towards his father when Lavi got to his pudgy-wudgy feet, and toddled precariously (stylish falling) to Kanda, catching on to the older boy's shorts and holding on seemingly for dear life. "Uuuuu. Uuuuuu." Lavi rubbed his face again Kanda's shorts, obviously very pleased with himself.

Breaking the conversation short, Kanda looked down at this new body-attachment. The friction between cheek and fabric meant that Lavi's face was almost as red as his hair. With more than a little bit of trepidation, Kanda patted the crown of red. "Good boy," he said solemnly. He's an adult. That's what adults say.

Tiedoll laughed and took a picture of them, and Kanda couldn't understand why.

*

Dear lavenderscarf. This is like, the fifth intro for the prompt you've given me, and it's the one I dislike least so far. I'd be much obliged if you could tell me whether or not you like the style of the thing. My plan is for this vaguely backgroundish type thing to carry on till Kanda's twenty-something, before possibly dropping into first person and carrying on from there. I know it's late, babe, but I've been a very crap human being lately :c

To everyone in general? Life's been... odd. I'll be back to posting semi-regularly in a few days, final exam paper on Tuesday. Hope everyone's been well, yeah? Will be right back with you soon c:

fml, fiction

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