This was Never Supposed to Happen

by KurokoKawaii17

With his father dead, a strange man took Allen Walker in to be an Exorcist. In a 21st century setting the Black Order is no longer a secret organization,it is now a well-known and disrespected for their line of work, Allen's new "home". With his strange appearance Allen can never be accepted in humanity no matter how many he saves, even his "home" is a very cold place.

1. Chapter 1: The Beginning

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"I never wanted this to happen… I never wanted this to happen…Mana…"

The young, dirtied boy sobbed. The child was curled into a ball, leaning against a dead tree, upon a lonely hill out in a remote area, his blood smeared his face. As he chanted, his desolate eyes didn't, or, couldn't register the melancholy sunrise. For his eyes were occupied, remembering the tragic events that took place not too long ago.

"…I never wanted this to happen…" the small white-haired child whispered. Then, a man appeared before this child. Yet the boy did not notice.

"Are you going to chant that pathetic line forever?"

Startled, the child gasped and snapped his head towards the stranger. The man stood before the child, shielding the sun's lazy rays as it awoke from its slumber from the child. Said man had long red hair and wore a white mask that covered half of his face and went over one of his spectacles, he had a black uniform that the child did not recognize it almost seemed militant. The man sighed after a minute of watching the child stare back with wide panicked eyes.

"Either you can just sit there crying, or, you can fight."

"Fight?" The boy's expression twisted from panicked to confused. The child was wondering if he could even carry a gun with his deformed left arm; hell the child was wondering if he should even trust what this mysterious man was spouting.

"Yeah. With that left arm of yours, you join me and become an Exorcist."

"An Exorcist?" dumbfounded, the kid gaped at the mysterious stranger who just stared back with an annoyed countenance. What the…? An exorcist? Me? How? The child thought.

"So, what do you say kid?"

A few more moments passed in silence as the child contemplated his next action.

Then in response to the offer the child became expressionless, meekly stood, whipped away his tears, and stared at the man. Understanding this motion the man gave a small nod of approval (or an "I-thought-so" nod) and began to walk down the beaten dirt road, the child following close behind. Silence fell upon the two as the boy tried to keep up with the man's quick pace.

Breaking the silence the man asked:

"Why did you decide to come with me without asking a single (good) question? Like 'Who are you?' or 'what do you mean about becoming an exorcist? Do you know something about my left arm?'"

The boy looked up at the man. The man stared back. The boy redirected his gaze to the beaten dirt road.

"I… I thought becoming an Exorcist…is what Mana would want me to do…since Exorcists are suppose to be good. Right?" The child gazed with innocent eyes at the man.

"…Yeah." The man replied. A few more moments of silence passed.

"What is your name boy?"

"…Allen…Allen Walker."

"Ok, Allen. I am General Cross, Marian. Get your shit together 'cause it will take awhile to get to the next city. Being so far out in the country the only way to get to the city would be by foot."

Somewhat shocked at the sudden introduction, curse word, and the fact that the man didn't question the boy further, Allen just nodded and followed closely behind.

Cross glance over at Allen and thought:

"This kid is going to have to walk down a hellish path from now on. With that blessed innocence and cursed eye, things are going to be interesting. Allen will-"

While lost in his thoughts, Cross reached for his flask and took a swing but no booze came.

"Aw shit. I ran out of booze."

Then he glanced at Allen again.

"I will just make the kid get me alcohol. Wait. He looks like he is just about 10 years old. He would get arrested. Shit. If only we weren't in the 21st century. If only this was the 17th century…"

With that lovely thought, the general began to explore the idea of being in the 17th century, and headed down the beaten dirt road with Allen following close behind to their dreaded destination.

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