Hello to everyone who decided to see if this story is any good! This is my first fanfic, I hope it'll turn out well... I was catching up with the D. Gray-Man manga the other day and it just hit me like a ton of bricks how depressing the whole thing is, so here's my own twist that may result in a happier Allen or a failed fanfiction

Warnings: Blood, gore, insanity (curtsey of Shiro and Nea) and a boy x boy pairing

Disclaimer: Neither Bleach nor D. Gray-Man belong to me

"Talking"

'Thinking/talking to inner spirits in thoughts'

"Hollow/Noah/Zanpakuto talking"

"Hollow/Noah/Zanpakuto talking in thoughts"

Chapter 1

Into Karakura Town

A slender figure covered by a too large black hoodie staggered down an empty sidewalk and into an alleyway where he collapsed, groaning in pain when the sudden movement made his wounds flare up in protest. He pulled his legs into his body and let his head rest on his knees, a few strands of pure white hair sticking out from under his hood, his breathing was uneven and he could feel every scratch and bruise piling onto the pain he already felt.

Two days ago he had arrived in the forests surrounding Karakura Town and was attacked by a level 3 Akuma. Normally he would have been able to kill the pitiful machine but by then it had been a few days since he had eaten properly which left his Innocence horribly weak. Sure, he had managed to defeat the Akuma but not without a significant cost, the fight had left him with many small injuries as well as a gash down his right arm and right side and a cracked rib from having been thrown into the ground.

The injuries hurt but he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Nea had been right, there were no Akuma in Karakura Town even id the town itself was in Japan which was still being over-run by Akuma. The Black Order being too afraid to send any Exorcists there for fear of too many losses. 'And lack of any Innocence induced phenomena to replace such losses.' Allen thought back angrily to how the Black Order had used the Exorcists as nothing more than tools for destroying Akuma.

Allen had initially wanted to use the Ark to get here - having dis-activated all of its doors that the Order knew of - to avoid having to take detours in case of coming across some Black Order Exorcists but he found that he was unable to open a door within a range of a few miles past the Karakura forest. That piece of information had led him to believe what Nea had said about the barrier of Karakura. This town really was the only Akuma-free zone left in Japan, or any part of Asia to be precise.

The various wounds had tired the boy out and having found a secluded place to stay he considered sleep – which he had been deprived of thanks to his injuries – before surrendering the control of his body to the other, less sane inhabitant of his mind.

'Nea, wake me up if there's trouble.'

'If there is any 'trouble' I will take care of it, you need the sleep nephew.' The caring voice of the 14th Noah, stated and the boy let himself fall into a deep sleep.

The young boy woke up to the sound of explosions followed by ear-piercing screams, after a few curses were thrown at Nea, the Noah decided relinquishing his hold on the boy's body and allow the teen to stand up and walk out of the alley, his legs still weak from blood loss and fatigue. As soon as he left the shelter of the alley his left eye changed - the sclera bled into black, the iris turning red while a black, upside-down pentacle replaced his pupil, a monocle like silver cog turning around the eye with a smaller cog following it's path.

'Nea, I thought you said no Akuma could enter Karakura Town?' The boy sounded cold and detached.

'Yes, Allen, that is what I said and I wasn't wrong, but that doesn't mean that it can't be something just as bad as an Akuma... or worse' The last part was said quietly enough for Allen not to hear as he turned towards where the explosions were coming from. People were running down the street shouting about a 'gas pipe explosion' and 'terrorists'. Allen looked around at the destruction and could see that it could have been easily mistaken for terrorism or faulty gas pipes, that is if he hadn't looked further, into the rubble of a collapsed building.

The sight that met the Allen's mismatched dark eyes was that of a monster out of a horror film. It must have been the size of a two story house. An incectoid, segmented body reared into the air, twisting and howling in anger letting the shocked teen see a hole in its body that went cleanly through. The creature had a white mask with two horns that twisted into a spiral - like those of a ram - while acid yellow eyes stared at him through long, thin slits in the bone-like mask.

This was no Akuma. Not only was there no machinery on the body of the creature and a hole trough its chest that would have killed an Akuma, but as Allen looked further up he saw the soul...

The soul was what had Allen staring, unbelievingly. The horrid and unnatural body that the monster exhibited he was used to, but what he could see above it made him shiver. His cursed eye let him see the soul that was chained to the monster's body. The teen felt fear as the spirit grinned darkly and laughed killing innocent passers by with it's monstrous body, that expression reminded him too much of Tyki Mikk.

'What is that thing, why is it's soul like that?'

'That my young nephew I do not know but what I do know is that in your condition there is nothing you can do about that monster no matter what it is.'

'Are you saying that I should let it kill all it wants?!' Allen hissed at the 14th as he stood on the spot watching the destruction before him, the fear of the spirit turning into anger.

'Yes that is what I'm saying... I don't want you to get hurt.' This startled the teen out of his anger as Nea hardly ever showed any emotions other than indifference and occasional warmth seeping into his voice but this certainly was different, the 14th sounded worried and almost desperate.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, it was you who saved me from that Akuma a few days back and told me about this town after all. I know I should trust you more but I can't let this... thing kill bystanders.' Allen could feel the Noah nod he's head and almost cringed at the worry radiating from him but held back the feeling, right now he had to destroy the monstrosity. A little girl screamed as she run past him while he walked towards the creature.

"Innocence Activate," The skin on Allen's left arm turned metallic and his fingers turned into long blade-like claws that ripped through the glove he wore to hide his disfigured hand. A white, light but incredibly strong material enveloped him taking the shape of a cloak, a silver masquerade mask slipped onto his face and his right arm was covered in the same material as his cloak that shifted to form tightly around the whole arm and hand. "Crown Clown." Allen hissed as pain flashed through his body wave after wave, the Innocence was like a lead weight on his shoulders and arms making the slightest scratch and bruise hurt like the pain in right arm had before, while that in turn was now also magnified making Allen's vision blur and darken.

"Crown Belt." The uneven ends of his white cloak elongated and hardened into a spider web pattern lifting him into the air. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the pain from his still unhealed injuries. The pain receded slightly and he let the cloak go back to it's original form leaving him in mid-air as he directed strings of the white cloth towards the monster wrapping it around one of it's horns and contracting the string in order to pull himself closer to the creature while pulling back his left, clawed hand.

Upon contact with his claws the monster's mask cracked and it screeched in pain before disintegrating into dust like particles.

'It's about as strong as a level 1... I expected more from that thing.' Allen dropped to the ground using Crown Belt to slow his descent and promptly dis-activating his Innocence to save energy. He was breathing heavily as his wounds throbbed in pain, an arm around his now bleeding side. He turned away from the wreckage of shops and other buildings and started walking in search of a place to rest.

He heard a ghostly sound of tearing behind him but dismissed it as his imagination. His left eye was already dis-activating only to start moving around uncontrollably searching for more bound souls. Allen staggered to a wall, leaned against it and placed a hand over his cursed eye to try and ease the pain of it's constant movement. Then it stopped. The eye seemed to be staring through his hand at a spot back where he killed the masked monster. Allen let his hand drop only for his muscles to freeze up in fear, his body was telling him that he was looking at a predator.

The sky was torn open and a black void was seen beyond, a figure, smaller than the previous monster but still much larger than a human stepped out and stood effortlessly in mid-air. It had a vaguely humanoid body with a small, perfectly circular hole that went straight through it's abdomen and a mask that reminded Allen of a knight's helmet. Golden, noah-like eyes stared at him through the grille with a murderous and keen gaze.

"That weakling escaped it seams but looks like I found something better instead. Time to feast." It stated in a gleeful voice that seemed to echo, sounding like there was more than one person speaking at the same time. The humanoid lifted its leg as if to step forward before disappearing and appearing before Allen with a low boom as air was displaced. "What a beautiful soul you have, this may finally satisfy my hunger."Allen's eyes widened as the monster gripped his neck and lifted him from the ground, Allen thrashed and tried to get the hands to release their choking grip on him. He wanted to activate his Innocence but his energy had been drained almost completely by activating it earlier making it impossible to do so now.

'Nea, help me.' Allen pleaded despreatly. 'I didn't get this far to die!'Allen didn't hear Nea's response - if there had been one - but a brief flash of orange filled his vision before he blacked out from loss of air and exhaustion.

An insistent, repeating cry of 'Hollow' emitted by a wooden badge adorned with a stylised skull pulled a tired groan from under the duvet before a head of strikingly orange hair emerged followed by a hand that blindly searched for the annoyingly loud wooden badge. For his half-hearted efforts Ichigo fell out of bed after accidentally flicking the badge off his desk.

"Ichigo you moron! Turn that thing off, I'm trying to sleep!" An annoying squeaky voice shouted from the mouth of a lion shaped plush toy that stared angrily at the dishevelled teen while pointing at the badge that was only getting louder and louder.

"Shut up Kon, who asked for your opinion anyway?" The now also angered and tired teen glared at the lion toy before reaching for the badge, but it was gone.

"Looking for this moron?" Kon was holding the missing badge proudly.

"Give that back right now or I'll leave you in pill form next time." Ichigo threatened while chasing the lion that was jumping between pieces of furniture. Kon turned and threw a notebook at Ichigo who easily dodged it before jumping at Kon in an attempt to grab the shinigami badge, Kon's eyes widened before he threw the badge at Ichigo who caught it.

Ichigo stood up straight, his face serious again as he straightened his clothes, his brown eyes darkening in thought before he turned to Kon. "Now shut up and make sure nothing happens to my body, or you'll regret it." The orange haired teen sat on his bed before pressing the badge to his chest and releasing his shinigami form. His lifeless body was absorbed into his shinigami badge while he opened his bedroom window and jumped out, now dressed in the black shinigami shinigami uniform with Zangetsu clasped onto a red chain on his back.

The wind ruffled his hair as he used shunpo to get to the hollow quicker, the quicker he got there the quicker he could go back to sleep, it may have been mid-morning by now but he was still tired from his visit to Soul Society the night before. The idiots were still celebrating Aizen's defeat and Ichigo's miraculous recovery of his powers. He still had to thank Rukia and Renji for allowing him a chance to escape and rest at home.

Ichigo stopped momentarily as he searched for a more exact location for the hollow, threads appeared around him, most were white – humans – but there was two different ones, one was black – a hollow – but the other one startled him, it was the usual white of a human but around it were entwined a thin, light green thread and a slightly thicker yellow, almost golden one. Ichigo grabbed both seeing as the locations were close to one-another and headed there following the threads.

Half of the way to the site the black thread disappeared but was swiftly replaced by another, thicker one - a higher level hollow. Ichigo cursed and sped up.

The scene to which Ichigo arrived was typical of a low-level hollow's rampage while the two threads lead to a near by building where, pressed against the wall was a white-haired teenager trying to free himself from the hollow's grasp. The hollow was adjuchas level and Ichigo flash stepped behind it before slicing its mask in half, letting it slump to the side as it disintegrated while he checked the condition of the white-haired teen. The boy's appearance was beyond startling, messy white hair fell into the boy's face half covering a jagged scar the ran across his left eye ending in an upside-down pentagram above his brow which was also white. The hair reminded Ichigo of Toshiro as did the boy's hight but his pale complexion - only a shade or two darker than his hair colour - reminded him of Ulquiorra causing Ichigo to shudder at the memory.

The strange spirit thread was attached to the boy's chest, Ichigo let go of the end he was holding and let it dissipate. The boy was breathing shakily and seemed to be unconscious, his pulse was slowing drastically as he bled out onto the cement from two large wounds on the right side of his body. Ichigo released a small pulse of his hollow reiatsu into the boys wounds making them start to close up as he picked him up bridal style and started to shunpo back to his house.

'Looky here what you found! Aint he a pretty one?' The annoying echoing voice of Shiro, his hollow half and personal hell, chose to wake up.

'If you don't shut up I'm going to set Tensa Zangetsu on you.' Ichigo growled back.

'You wouldn't dare... would you Aibo?' Shiro's defiant statement was destroyed by the childish uncertainty that was all too clear to hear in his voice.

'Try me.' Ichigo sent a mental glare at his hollow who went strangely silent. That's one annoying being in his life dealt - with for now - all that was left was to hope that his dad wouldn't make too much of a fuss about him bringing an unconscious teen home.

Ichigo reached for the door handle but stopped himself at the last moment and stepped to the side allowing his dad to sail past him in a flying kick before meeting the cold hard pavement outside the door. "Ichigo! What has my lovely son do..." The over-exagerrated shouts from ground level stopped as soon as Ichigo's dad saw that his son was carrying an unconscious and bleeding boy. "Bring him inside Ichigo, there's an empty bed in the clinic. I'll be right there."

So that's the first Chapter! I hope that some of you readers review and while I love constructive criticism, any and all flames will be used to toast marshmallows.