DRAMAtical Murder (Kids) X Reader

Clear

On the roof, I sat down. Calmly looking up at the starry night. It was so clear and bright I could just stare at it for decades. I slowly lean down, resting my head on my palms on the roof, enjoying the view. But all of a sudden, a memory flashed into my eyes, remembering the lullaby my mother sang to me when the stars shaped like a jellyfish, it was a song I so dearly hold in my memory, it was so vague I could I hardly remember the lyrics, but of course I clearly remember the melody, so I cleared my throat and prepare my voice.

I hummed the song gently under the stare as I stare into them imagining shining strings joining the stars together into the jellyfish me and my mother saw ages ago. Although the singing that song suddenly sends shivers up my spine as I remembered the day she left me to my father, a local orphanage was burned down and the children there were either stolen, bought or got burned as well as the rest, thought the news seems unrealistic, it was still quite strange to think that my mother disappeared the day that newspaper arrived, I'm not sure if she even went there or even knew about it, I choked from the thought and sat up straight from the sudden response my body gave. But, in the middle of me gasping for air, I could hear a faint voice coming from the other side of the roof, it's singing my mothers melody. I followed the beautiful voice and I could see a small child sitting on the roof top holding a clear umbrella, it was clearly too big for him to hold but I could see how much he enjoys being under the star while holding the umbrella as if the stars are going to rain down upon him. As he so tinge singing, I slowly crept behind him and hind behind a small chimney behind the roof he's sitting on. I watched and watched until he jolted a little bit and turned around. I was clearly stunned but I didn't turn away, I stare into his bright pink eyes as he does the same to mine.
"Hello...?" The child says.
His voice was beyond describable, it was so mellow but yet so chilling, it was soft but also a bit bulky, still it was enjoyable
"Hello.." I responded. I step away from the chimney and stood up straight to stare at the child, he was clearly confused but he seems so eager to her a word from me again
"Umm...how do u know that song? My mother made it, no one could've possibly known.." I slowly walked to the small white haired child as he slowly stood up.
"I...I learned it...from my mom!"
"Eh..." I was confused, I thought my mom made that song on her own, did she plagiarised? And lied that she made it?...

"I...I use to me an orphan...but my home have been burned down by criminals and took my siblings with them....I have nowhere else to go..."

"An orphan...burnt...you mean the accident that happened years ago?"

"You know about it?.."

"It's in the news paper, kid"

"Oh...I see..."

I sigh and smiled at the same time, normally kids his age would pander and screamed saying such things like "you don't know anything!!" And just runs off, it's surprising to see how this child could accept it so calmly and easily. I slowly walked closer and crouch down to see his face, he had tears in his eyes, must be because of the memory

"What's your name, kid?"

"C-...Clear..."

"Nice...my name's______, let's come down to my house...I'll serve some hot tea for you" I held his small cold hand and stood up pointing at my roof

"No!...I'm not suppose to.." She tug his hand back and turned around, sitting while holding his knees to his chest

"Why not?"

"I'm not suppose to trust strangers...mommy told me that"

I gasp, knowing that that same phrase come somewhere distant in my memory, I'm sure my mother told me as well, but I'm sure any mother would tell their children to do the same when they're not there with them, but who is this mother he's talking about...if he was in an orphanage, why would his mother be there? That deceive the entire purpose of the orphanage then...