« gally x male child reader »
WHAT WAS WORSE than being ganged upon the people who were supposed to be by your side? To be betrayed the people you thought were your gang, your family, even? At that moment, you thought, nothing. It was the most awful feeling in the world. They threw all sorts of things: punches, kicks, weights on your stomach, rocks. Each earning a stifled hiss from your dry, trembling lips. But seeing them looking down at your face with those stupid grins hurt you in another level. It was the kind of pain that would last for a long, long time.
"You okay, boy?" Asked a feminine voice out of the blue. It was almost surprising, having to hear such a pretty thing after the deafening ringing in your ears had ceased. It was like the quiet after a brutal storm at the sea, only it felt like it hadn't left quite completely. It was still very much there, almost overflowing. You lift your head and come face-to-face with a woman. She was pretty, short-haired, and kind-looking—but nonetheless unfamiliar. Her eyes were quite the color; dark red. She had pale skin, unscathed and perfectly smooth like those of a doll. Was she a robot?
It was suddenly hard to speak. Rather, it was hard to find the courage to talk. "Y-Yes," you croak, refraining from staring too long at her face.
She's now bent to her knees, placing a hand on your bruised cheek, examining it closely with a gentle touch. A concerned frown inhabits her face afterwards. "You look awful, kid,"
Silence. "Got it pretty rough, I must say. Here, let's get you up my back. Then we can bathe and give you some clothes to change in."
The stranger picks you up and hoists you on her back. She doesn't even grunt, or look like she's having a difficult time. Unsure of what was happening and her exact intentions towards someone like you, you still kept silent. Because, whether you were going to admit it or not, you needed her help very much.
It all happened fast: you were sneaking on an old man's stall full of mangoes for breakfast. It was a pretty smooth transaction, one must say while noting the sarcasm, but then somebody must have snitched on you, and then BAM!—everyone was yelling and chasing after you. Needless to say, you missed your breakfast that morning.
The girl tilts her head a little so she could peek at your state. "Heya. I'm Gally," she says, smiling. "You have any name?"
Your gaze looked off to the far horizon, hesitant to even speak little about yourself. But then you decided to stop being hard to get, and said, "Shrimp."
She was silent for a while, probably wondering why on Earth were you called Shrimp out of all names possible. A small smile tugged at the sides of her lips. "That's a pretty interesting name, don't you think?"
You shrugged.
"Want me to give you a new one, Shrimp?" Gally asks. "I'm pretty good with names."
"Okay."
She thought for a long time. It probably took her a few minutes before she could come up with a new one, making you wonder if her statement was true. "Hmm, Enrique? No, that is too Spanish. Uh... (Y/N)? That doesn't sound too bad. Whadda you think?"
You shrugged, again. "Okay."
The girl smiled. "(Y/N) it is, then."
