Dragon

Chapter one: the man with the dragon tattoo

Summary story: Allen Walker, pathologist with the Houston Police Department, and Kanda Yu, detective by the Tokyo Police must overcome their differences and work together if they want to get rid of the maffia organisation 'Noah'.

Summary chapter: Medical examiner Allen Walker never thought his job was easy. It was proven once again when they found that dismembered body. Getting knocked out, regaining some of his memories Allen embarkes for his most difficult case up to date.

Pairing(s): Kanda x Allen, onesided Tyki x Allen, maybe Lavi x Lenalee and others.

Warning(s): nothing to much in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man, if I did Allen and Kanda would be a couple.

A.N.: this story came to me while wathing CSI and after reading a book written by Peter May. Hope you enjoy reading ^^ Please ignore grammar mistakes seeing as English isn't my first language.

Allen was floating, lying in water but not drowning. Like something or someone was preventing him. Hands were caressing his sides with unspoken promises but not the kind that Allen wanted. He just wants to get out, get away, but where to? His mind is hazy and he can't remember a thing except for his name. The hands had moved up from his sides and were now applying pressure to his neck. Allen was chocking and yet he didn't panic, it was like he didn't feel a thing, he was completely numb. "Well shall we end this here?" a dark and seductive voice asked from behind him. The man, for it was a man's voice, waited a bit before purring: "Shonen".

Allen bolted upright in bed as the last part of his dream dissolves and disappears. His breathing is labored and he is sweating profusely. It takes a few seconds to realize where he was: in bed in the apartment of his mentor Marian Cross.

Glancing sideways he can see the numbers on his digital clock glowing red in the darkness of the room: 06.00. Too early to really be up but also to late to go back to sleep. In less than two hours he was expected at work.

'Better get ready' Allen thought, 'these last weeks I was called in earlier anyway.' Which was true, never before there had been so many deaths in so little days. Not that he was complaining, after all it was his job to determine exactly how they died.

At only 21 years old Allen Walker was already a first class pathologist working for the Houston Police Department. His 'third father' and second man to 'adopt' him was Marian Cross, the late pathologist of the Houston PD. Late as in: I-now-work-for-the-Japanese-so-you-take-over-idiotic-apprentice.

Allen's feet made soft padding sounds on the cold floor while he walked towards the bathroom. If he wasn't going back to sleep he might as well take a nice hot bath.

Stripping off his pajamas Allen looked at himself in the large mirror. He did not like what he saw. Being born an albino gave him natural white hair, that reached his chin, and soft grey eyes. Looking younger than his age a lot of people found him cute, although he couldn't figure out why.

He was a monster or so he looked at himself. The deformed left arm and the weird pentagram scar over his left eye only helping him further in his believes. After all his parents wouldn't have abandoned him if he wasn't a monster right?

Shaking his head Allen filled up the tub with warm water. If his master, Allen had to call Marian Cross that, had been there he would have been hit over the head by now. Knowing Cross probably with a hammer that would have magically appeared.

He let himself emerge into the warm water and relaxed. Forgetting about his dream, the way his body looked and the work that was still ahead of him. Allen's rest, however, was short lived as the telephone next to his bed began ringing.

With a bad feeling Allen got out of the bath to answer the phone.

"Hello Allen speaking." "Ah Allen, sorry to call you this early but there has been a murder. Reever will pick you up in 10 minutes. Be sure to be ready by then okay?" "I will, Komui?" "Yes?" "Do you know anything about the body or crime scene?" "No, I'm heading there right now with the team. See you there." And with that the purple haired head of the CSI team broke off the telephone conversation.

Allen went back to the bathroom to towel off properly and get dressed. He had just finished combing his hair when someone honked on the street below. Grabbing his keys he dashed down the stairs and opened the passengers side's door to get into the medical examiner's van. The driver, Reever Wenham, was a 30 year old Australian immigrant and Allen's assistant during autopsies.

Even if Allen was much younger than most of the forensics investigators he was one of the highest ranked members of the team. Thanks to the rigorous training received by Cross and his own high IQ.

During the drive Allen stared out of the window to look at the passerby's doing their everyday chores. He hated always being the passenger but there just was no way he would be the van's driver. He just kinda freaked out every time he himself was behind the wheel. Another thing he could thank Cross for and another memory to lock deep inside his brain and never think about again.

After a drive, that seemed to take twenty minutes or more, both coroners arrived at the crime scene. Reever went to collect their tools while Allen looked around to see which investigators would be working the case. He hoped it wouldn't be Suman Dark. For some mysterious reason the both of them just couldn't get along.

It wasn't long before he spotted a brown haired woman. A smile spread across his face. Detective Miranda Lotto, the most clumsy one in the force. She was even banned from crime scenes because she once vomited when standing on one. Other than that she was good in her job and friendly with almost everybody. Colleagues and suspects likewise.

Detectives at Houston PD always work in pairs for safety reasons. Allen wondered who Miranda's partner would be for this case. His unasked question was answered when he saw a person with bright red hair talking to CSI head Komui Lee. Lavi McAdams was the guys name, the youngest investigator in the force.

Lavi was originally part of the police force of Tokyo, Japan until he transferred to Houston. Where he was born was unknown and Lavi flat out refused to talk about his past. Muttering something about 'violent pandas' when Allen asked about it.

Smiling Allen walked towards the two, who as he now saw, were standing next to the body. As he approached Komui and Lavi stopped talking. Lavi grinned from ear to ear before slinging his arm around Allen's neck.

"Allen my mate, how nice to see you." "Lavi no matter how happy I am to be working on this case with you, could you please stop choking me?" Grinning even wider – if that was physically possible – he released Allen.

The latter then turned towards Komui before continuing the conversation.

"What do you know so far? Anything special I should be aware of before I start?" Just like that Allen shifted into his 'serious mode'. "Nothing I can think of at this moment." was Komui's answer.

Nodding Allen kneeled next to the body to see if the external investigation would give him some leads to what happened. He started to summon up his findings when Komui left to do his job and Reever joined him next to the corps. Seconds before Reever had given Lavi a small recording device to make sure that nothing Allen said would get lost.

"Caucasian male, in between 35 and 40 years old, there are signs of defensive wounds. From the looks of it he has a broken nose and a few broken ribs too. I can without a doubt say that this man died from blood loss due to stab wounds in his lower back area."

Finishing his examination Allen grabbed one of the hands of the man when he noticed something weird. The man had some sort of tattoo on it. Taking a closer look at it he noticed that it was a dragon. Somehow it triggered a hidden memory from deep inside his mind.

A man held him in a iron grip while a second one held his head still. Making sure that Allen had no chance of escaping they called for the third man in the small white room. Even though the second man was standing right next to him, Allen could not hear the third man's name. The third man had a knife in his hand which he used to caress Allen's face with. Just like with the sound, the man's face was blurred and impossible to recognize. The man used the knife to carve some sort of pattern on his face. The pain was white heated and unbearable, thick tears mixed with blood ran down the side of his face. All the while the man was laughing. Barely conscious Allen heard the last words the man whispered in his ear. "How do you like it Shonen? With this scar you are now marked as mine and I can claim you anytime I want.

With a shock Allen came back to his senses only to realize he was being held by Reever. It took a few precious seconds to come to grabs with what just transpired. The memory had clearly been about how he achieved the weird pentagram like scar over his left eye. Now he knew why his master never wanted to tell him how he acquired it.

"Allen are you alright? What happened? I mean you just fell down all of a sudden." Lavi's worried voice finally reached him. Standing up with the help of Reever Allen decided not to worry the redhead any further and lied. "It's nothing Lavi. I just got unwell, I'm sure I'll feel better once I'm in the morgue where it's cold. You know I don't stand the heat very well." Smiling all the while the albino hoped that Lavi believed him. Fortunately for him the redhead didn't question him any further but the look on his face clearly stated he didn't buy a word Allen had said. Damn that guy and his internal lying detector.

"Johnny and Tapp have already loaded the body into the van. Let's get back to headquarters." With a gentle tug Reever directed Allen towards the passenger's seat of the van. Buckling himself in the Australian turned towards the younger male and studied his face. "You had another memory didn't you?" A small smile made its way across the albino's face. He could never hide something from his trusted assistant.

Choosing to tell the truth Allen simply nodded knowing that the other had caught the movement from the corner of his eye. Reever never asked what kind of flashback Allen had had, if the younger wanted to talk about it he would talk was his motto. The rest of the drive to the morgue was silent as Reever concentrated on the road en Allen was deep in thought.

'Who was that man? Why did he give me this scar. Did my master knew how I required it?' all of these questions ran through his head and no matter how much the 21 year old wracked his brain he couldn't seem to find any answers.

He was abruptly pulled out of reverie when Reever hit the brakes real hard causing Allen to nearly fly off of his seat if he wasn't wearing his seat pelt. "What…" Never having the chance to finish his sentence, a hand smashed through the window next to him and grasped his chin.

At the driver's side a similar thing was happening when Reever was pulled out of the van. The man at that side used the butt of his gun to knock the assistant examiner unconscious. Meanwhile the man at his side grasped Allen's hair tightly and directed his towards the doors of the back of the van.

"Now be a good little boy and open these doors. If you do I might be able not to hurt you." the man whispered into his ears while bits of his bad breath reached Allen's nose. Nodding like his life depended on it, he stumbled with the locks before he heard the satisfying click announcing that the doors could be opened.

As soon as that had happened the man pulled him back towards his filthy self. "See that wasn't so hard now was it boy?" Allen answered by shaking his head. He really didn't want to test if his voice would work in these circumstances or not. The man holding him looked like he wanted to say something else when his eyes fell upon his pentagram scar.

"Archie hey Archie look at this. I betcha that the boss is going to give us lots of money when he finds out what I just discovered about this kid." the man called Archie turned around towards them with an irritated expression on his face. "What did I say about calling me by my real name when doing a bust he idiot?" his expression however changed when he too saw the scar.

"You're right we best tell the boss about this but for now let's make sure the boy doesn't know where we go next. A nasty grin spread across both the faces of the tugs and the next thing Allen knows is a head splitting pain when he also gets acquainted with the gun's butt. Laughter filled his ears as darkness swallowed him. He could now only hoped that they were found before something else happend to him and Reever.

First chapter done! Please let me know what you think of it.

I will continue writing if I have at least one review, 'cause frankly it would be stupid to write a story if nobody is interested in it.

Thanks for reading!

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Chibi Mathilda