The son of Neah Walker II(D-grayman fan fic)

Chapter ten:

Jidda told Tasha everything, that he told Tina.

20 years ago

Jidda walked down the street of his home town since his parents died, he was a orphan and lived on his own, he wore suspenders and a white overhaul shirt and tacky pants, "I wish I could get something good, well no choice." he sighed, looking up at the sky, it was getting cloudy and dark, he quickly ran all the way to a inn on the far side of town.

He walked into the door and bumped into someone, "Oi watch it ya old Fart!!" grunted Jidda, as he bumped into a short old man with dark circles around his eyes, after Jidda got up, and dusted himself off he looked at the old man, a small tick mark had then appeared on the old mans head, when.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD FART YOU INSOLENT MORAN!!!" screamed the old man as he kicked Jidda into a wall, "Okay..okay..geez ya panda." mumbled Jidda, as he got up, the old man whacked him "Don't call me panda!!" snorted the old man.

About  a  half hour later

"Young man do you have any parents?" asked the old man, he and Jidda sat in a small park, on a park bench "No my folks were killed by monsters of sorts ages ago." replied Jidda, as he looked up at the now sunny sky, and lit a cigarette, he took two puffs "So old.." "Its bookman" snapped bookman, "Okay bookman...I'm Jidda" replied Jidda, and he shook bookman's hand.

"You say monsters killed your parents?" inquired Bookman, "Huh?" "Oh yeah we moved from place to place looking for work , my folks did any  kind of work mining, fishing, cooking, on and on." explained Jidda, he then looked down ''However, that all changed on that day.." "We were hired by the prime minster of Portugal to assist with a national construction project, or something, one late night I was walking home from walking around town when I heard a scream, I ran to a old partially demolished church  my cousin Sherry  just then walked out, when my folks arrived she and two other guys turned into monsters." explained Jidda he took another puff on his cigarette, "I see that was the work of Akuma." replied Bookman "Akuma?" asked Jidda, his mouth dropped as his cigarette fell out.

"Yes weapons created to harm humanity." explained Bookman, "Oh I see" replied Jidda as he pulled out a notebook, and started to write and draw, "What are you doing?" asked Bookman, "Oh just recording." replied Jidda with a smile, "recording?" asked Bookman, "mhm when we traveled it usually got boring so my mother bought a notebook and told me to record everything I saw." explained Jidda

Bookman stood up, and faced Jidda and extended his hand "Huh?" asked a confused Jidda, "I want you to be a bookman." replied Bookman, "What?!" screamed Jidda, "I want you to join the bookman clan, you can record everything war, suffering, death all for history." explained Bookman.

"Hmm well I do need something to keep me off the recent death threats I received for not paying bills." replied  Jidda in a hush voice, a sweat drop appeared on Bookman's head "Never mind that lets go." "Right" replied Jidda as he got up after Bookman