Rewritten version of Cross's Kid first chapter

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'Thoughts'

"speech"

Imagine this.

A quaint little town some where in the country-sides of Europe.

Not too big and not too small, just the right size for a town which trived off Nature's bounty.

The people were going about their daily lives just like any other day.

The town square was filled with life as the youths played their games with the occasional cat call from the old perverts ever present.

Take the scene of this little town and throw in Akuma popping out of their human shells all of a sudden.

Bullet after bullet were fired from the grotesque sphere-shaped bodies of the Level-Ones.

The "bangs" of the shots that resounded into the surrounding mountains.

The fire spewed out the destroyed houses.

The crumbling of said houses.

The screams from the horror-filled adults.

The cries from the ignorant children and infants.

The dust from the remains of those shot and the clothes that they left behind.

All this while the Millenium Earl laughed his unique laugh.

Using his umbrella as a parachute, he saw the scene of destruction caused by his tools, defying the laws of physics at the same time.

"Damm it! I was too late!" came the irritated voice of a new comer to this scene of mayhem.

Gazing from his spot in the sky, the Millenium Earl saw one of the things that he hated the most.

Who or what you may ask.

Who or what could incur such wrath from the Millenium Earl himself?

Who but Cross Marian, that's who.

"Indeed Cross Marian, you are too late." said the Millenium Earl.

Turning to the source of the voice, Cross saw the Earl in all of his fat glory.

"Well well. The Fatty has decided to appear himself." retorted Cross as he brought out Judgement and started shooting.

All the Innocence-charged bullets headed towards their target and just when you think that they were going to hit, they were destroyed mid-flight, courtesy of a ball of Dark Matter of the Earl's.

"I will ignore that statement and that attack for now, Cross Marian. Sorrow has already been planted into the hearts of the people of this town. It is but a matter of time before I am called to harvest the fruits grown from that sorrow. As such I bid you adieu and a close to this particular scene of the play."

With that said, a heart-shaped door appeared beneath the Earl which he floated into.

"Che, damm that Fatty and his theatrics to oblivion. Always making me clean up the mess that he made." said Cross as he scowled at the mayhem caused by the Akuma.

*Please wait for a moment while Cross destroys Akuma in a totally R21 horror-show manner*

The survivors would later then tell the story of the God-sent Destroyer of red, black and gold to their decendents, saying that all the naughty children will be shot in the head but that is another story to be told.

"None of the Innocence pieces are reacting and the town is in ruins. Time to move on." casually muttered Cross as he started to proceed to his next destination.

"Mister...Wa-wait! *cough*"

'Let's just get this over' thought Cross as he turned his head towards the source of the voice.

A man with a wooden stabbed through his body was what he found.

"Ple-please! Take this chi-child with you! I found him on the streets but I know I can't take care of him now! Plea-"

Sadly his struggle for life came short.

Death had already caught up to the man and he had breathed his last breath.

The arms of the man went slack and the bundle he held was left to the mercy of gravity. The child that it held hit the ground.

At least that was what would have happened if Cross had not been there to catch him.

"...Now what..."

On a train

"Are you kidding me? Now what? Seriously?" muttered Cross to no one in particular as he stared at the baby in his hands.

The bundle had turned out to be only a tower with the name: Allen Walker sewed on it wrapping the baby.

'Walker... Don't tell this kid is related to that guy...

Cross was still starring at the baby as he thought about what to do with the baby. Sure he could destroy Akuma without blinking and escape paying bills without people noticing, but he had no experience what so ever when it came to dealing with children, especially babies.

He personally thought that babies were God's way of saying "Screw you! Mortals!" and did whatever he could to avoid them.

What would other people think if they saw him with a child. People might think he was married or something and if the Black Order ever found out about this, they would make his life miserable to no end.

The Vatican would probably relieve him of all his privileges as an exorcist general and that means no free train rides and meals or boarding.

'What came over me? Why did I bring this little shrimp with me? Is this what they call instincts?' Cross thought as he laid the boy on the bed.

'If so, should I follow them and take care of this child? I have always followed my instincts when I'm with women, but can the same thing be done when it is a baby instead?' continued Cross's thoughts as he paced the small room.

All of these internal turmoil happened while the baby was still sound asleep even with the happenings from the town before.

"Arrgh! This is frustrating! Let me get a better look at you before I decide what to do with you!" Grumbled Cross as he unwrapped the baby from the tower.

That was when Cross saw that the baby was a boy and got a look of what the arm of the boy was like.

The entire arm was red and in the back was a glowing green cross.

'Innocence...'

"Well, what do you know? The boy is an accommodator. Dammed if do, dammed if I don't. The lesser of two hells I guess. Surprise, surprise. Looks like I will be able to take care of this brat after all."

With racket that Cross , the boy woke up. Cross was afraid that the boy was going to cry but surprisingly he did not, instead, the boy crawled over to the edge of the bed and would have fell over but was thankfully saved yet once again by Cross's amazing speed.

The boy which would be known as Allen smiled and started to speak.

"Pa...pa." He said while looking at the face of the man who will be his father.