This fanfic was inspired by a dream I had about a week or so ago. I was originally going to write a story, but then I thought that a fanfic would be … more fun? Something like that xD
Some little ... translations before I start:
-Sayonara Farewell/Goodbye
-Kuro no Nezumi Black Mouse
-mitarashi dango that ... dumbpling thing that Allen is obsesed with
-soba the only food on the planet that Kanda eats
Sorry if some of the characters are OOC. I tried really hard to make Allen Allen-y and Kanda Kanda-y.
And if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, be sure to tell me, k'? :)
Hope you enjoy the first chapter of The Day Your Wish Comes True.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own -man, or any of its characters - Hoshino Katsura owns it. I also do not own the song Negai no Todoku Hi - Rurutia does.
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Phoenix Sky
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You can't escape fate …
Kanda thought, as he limped towards an alleyway, clutching his right arm. Black feathers as deep as the night fell from his broken wings, littering the coal black streets. His long hair was tangled and frayed, blowing in his scarred face. The smell of embers made him crinkle his nose in disgust. The crumbling, once gleaming streets were being destroyed with vengeful flames, determined to take Kanda along with it.
He slowly turned down another alley, where he reached a dead end. He sat down slowly on the gray wall, blood trickling down his arm and leg. Wincing, Kanda lifted his hand from his wound.
Blood spouted from a bone deep gash. Sighing in frustration, Kanda silently stated,
"Che, that bastard did some damage to me ..." He pressed his hand on his arm again, frowning. A pool of bright red blood formed around his right leg, stretching out towards to the burning city.
Kanda, a crumbling fire, sat against the wall more firmly, closing his eyes softly. The life was slowly beginning to flow out of him, bit by bit.
The fucking worst way to die, Kanda thought, … but at least I have nothing else to lose.
The fire grew more, making its way slowly towards Kanda. Already, he could feel its hot kisses stinging on his face.
He knew that this moment would come. It was inevitable, even though he had tried, despite of this. Deep down inside, Kanda had carried slimmer of hope.
Because of this seemingly positive thought, he would suffer. He would suffer for his wants, his desires.
But … he hadn't always wanted this.
What made me want this? Anger? Greed? No … something else … something –
His thoughts stopped, floating on with the embers, dull eyes shooting open.
A dark figure emerged from amidst the burning city. Bright and dull blood stained its white, elegant cloak. Long, angelic white wings were tucked behind it. A manic, once kind smile drew across its face, revealing a full set of gleaming white teeth.
"My, my." It said, stepping forth casually.
Kanda could easily see the figure. A white hood covered the face, enveloping it in darkness. Blood stained hands carried a sword that was once familiar to Kanda.
"What have we here? A survivor?" It cackled.
Kanda looked up, trying to open his eyes. The figure bent down, tilting its head slightly.
"You see what happens when you play fire? You burn." Lifting a hand, it removed Kanda's hand from his wound. The figure shook its head, making a tsk-ing noise.
"I should have done more damage, like I did to your friend." Kanda's eyes went wide. He sat up suddenly, grabbing the figure's cloak. It laughed.
"Where is he? Tell me!" Kanda hissed. It continued to laugh.
"Oh, him? He's long gone, my friend. Long gone." The figure in white pushed Kanda back to the wall, pressing his white, slender finger to Kanda's lips. Disgusted, he swatted the finger away.
"No more. You're just narrowing your time to live." Standing up, it turned around, outstretching its arms towards the fire, which was less than ten feet away.
"Do you see? This was, no, this is your wish. Hah, but I ended up winning in the end, didn't I? Didn't I?" It paused.
"O, how I wish you were here to see this, Mel. This wonderful feeling won't go away! I crave to share it with someone …" It turned around, facing Kanda.
"You have one minute. One minute before the death of you, and the beginning of me. It's just beautiful isn't it?" It pointed to the flames, less than six feet away, "The beautiful thing is that you either die from loss of blood, or from the flames."
It turned around, wings stretching out.
"Sayonara, Kuro no Nezumi." Its wings fully outstretched, the cloaked white figure gracefully flew up into the black sky.
Two feather fluttered down near Kanda, but they were engulfed in the flames. He watched them slowly disappear, the wind carrying their fragmented remains towards his face.
Landing on his lap, Kanda struggled to pick up a piece. The wind picked up, blowing all them away.
Kanda closed his eyes slowly. He could feel his heart beat slow. He could feel the flames of the fire. He could feel his regrets, all becoming one.
Suddenly, feeling a tug at the corners of his mouth, he realized a tiny smile had crept across his face.
When was the last time I smiled – smiled genuinely? He thought groggily.
Turning his head to the side, he closed his eyes, nostalgia reaching his bitter consciousness.
It had been long ago … since that genuine smile ...
The sun was beginning to rise, slowly, as always. Just above the clouds, not visible to human eyes, was a pure white castle. Clouds drifted across its grounds as the sun gave it a pink hue. The castle was styled similar to the Warwick castle, located in the human world, though the castle in the clouds was much larger and extravagant.
For a reason unknown even to the castle's inhabitants, it was able to stay in the clouds without falling.
Suddenly, a loud crash rang from the castle's large kitchen.
The cause was a fifteen year old, white haired boy with wings, or more commonly known as an angel.
He blushed slightly, afraid that someone might have heard him. Hurriedly picking up the shattered bowl, he sighed heavily.
"I suppose I won't be having any mitarashi dango ..." He stated sadly. The remains of the mitarashi dango were smashed or squished.
Footsteps came behind him. Spinning around, he found a long navy haired angel with an irritated expression on his face.
"Why did you wake me?" He stated angrily. The long haired one grumbled.
"I didn't mean to, Kanda."
"Yes you did. Fix me some soba, moyashi."
"It's Allen."
"Of course it is."
Allen, grumbling, turned around, taking out some premade soba from a nearby cabinet.
"Packaged soba? Dumbass. I don't want soba anymore." Kanda turned around, heading out of the kitchen.
"I got out the soba! Eat it!" Allen yelled, waving the packaged soba at Kanda.
"Che." Kanda wrinkled his nose.
Allen grabbed Kanda's wrist, dragging him back into the kitchen.
"You'll eat it." Allen furrowed his brows, shoving the raw, packaged soba in Kanda's mouth.
"Godammit! That's disgusting." Kanda yelled, stumbling back. He quickly drew his sword, pointing it at Allen's face.
"Go ahead." Allen said, standing up straight with confidence.
A long, intense silence passed. Allen and Kanda stared at each other with anger on their faces.
After what seemed like an hour, Kanda withdrew his sword, muttering something to himself.
"I still want soba." He stated defiantly.
"Fine."
Allen dug threw the cabinets, searching around for dough and flour. After finding it, he mixed it with water, and angrily started to roll the dough into a square.
The sun had almost fully awakened. Quietly, noise started to scatter throughout the castle.
The white haired boy took a knife, and chopped the dough into thin slices. He got a pot, poured water in, and put it over the fire burning in the corner.
Kanda grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Why do you ever work in the kitchen?" Kanda asked.
Allen pursed his lips.
"Is it because … she … ?" Kanda said.
The white haired boy nodded his head slightly.
"She enjoyed cooking, and I want to keep her memory alive." Allen said, smiling a little.
"But, your abilities are wasted here."
"I know."
"Don't you want to join the Wing?"
Allen shook his head.
"She didn't like violence," Allen croaked, "And she hated the Wing."
"Whatever."
"Easy for you to say..." Allen grumbled, pouring the noodles into the boiling water. They didn't speak, until the soba was ready to be served.
Allen poured the noodles into a bowl, placing leek on top of them. He handed the bowl to Kanda.
"Thanks ..." Kanda said, storming out.
Allen sighed heavily once he had left, looking out the window in front of him.
The clouds were parting in the distance, revealing a bright yellow sun. Allen could feel the warmth on his face.
Allen felt a tug in his chest.
What if he's right? What if I should join the Wing?
Allen shook his head, trying to place the thought far out of his mind. He knew that she would be disappointed if she had found out he had resorted to violence, and left the kitchen.
But … Allen knew deep down that the kitchen wasn't the place for him.
As Kanda had said, his skills were being wasted. Though he was a skilled cook, he was even more skilled in combat.
Since birth, Allen had a deformed left hand that could change into a large sword, as big as himself. And since birth, the Wing had been scouting him to join, even though he had refused a million times over.
Maybe … I'll talk to them tonight …
Allen's train of thought was interrupted when an old man with a pony tail and black rings around his eyes entered.
"Bookman," Allen said, "why are you here so early?"
Bookman cleared his throat, grabbing an apron from the rack.
"Your blunder woke me up." He washed his hands in the sink.
"Now, let's make breakfast." Allen nodded, taking out the pancake batter.
About a hundred angels lived in the castle, which wasn't mush compared to the human world's population. But, there were fifty or so angels in the Wing. Every morning, afternoon, and night the angels would gather in the dining hall for meals.
Allen busily made the pancakes on the stove while Bookman started pouring cereal and milk into bowls.
After an hour of repeating this process, they had made one hundred and fifty of each of the dishes and placed them all in the dining hall on the center table, where food was served. Finally, by ringing the dining bell, the angels were allowed to take the food from the center table. Shining white wings dove at the food, like a pack of animals.
Allen sat down on a wooden chair in the kitchen, exhausted. The Bookman had suddenly disappeared, for whatever reason.
Closing his eyes, he almost fell asleep to the chattering of numerous angels, but the sound of footsteps awoke him.
No one was there, but right at the foot of the door was a parchment of paper, wrapped tightly in a seal with an elegant 'W'.
The Wing …
Allen opened it,
Dear Mr. Walker,
You presence is requested tonight in the West at nine o'clock. This is your final offer.
The Wing
Allen furrowed his brows, surprised at their bluntness. He tucked the parchment in his pocket.
"Please forgive me," Allen said quietly, looking out the window, "but I cannot refuse this off any longer."
Allen closed his eyes, feeling that this was a choice he would regret.
Maybe he was right.
To be continued?
Staying up until 3am ... finally finishing this goddamn chapter.
But it was fun. Really. =3
Hope you guys enjoyed it~
Please R&R or else I'll send mutant baby ninja turtles on you. Oh yeah. They're real.