So, first of all, this is the english translation of fanfic 'Spiral', originally written on spanish by 'myself', as Pink Nymphetamine. Since I've got so many free time lately, I thought I could try improving my english by translation my own work... yes, I'm quite egocentric. But aside it, I wanted to share this fanfic with english readers outside, cause I feel very proud of this baby. Be kind enough to tell me if anything fails in my english, cause between me and my personal beta reader we have english as our second language.
Oh, and I'm also translating some author notes, cause, as I said, I've got so much time left. I'll try to update regularly. Thanks for for your time.
Title: Spiral
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Genre: Angst, Drama, Suspense, Tragedy, Romance.
Main Characters: Allen Walker, Yu Kanda, Lenalee Lee, Noise Marie... others...
Warnings: Explicit Violence, Obscene Language, Sexual Themes, Lots of Black Humor, Heterosexuality (xD), Homoeroticism, Manga Spoilers, Bizarre and violent deaths.
I. Hurt.
The life of an exorcist was in the habit of being riddled with tragedies. The torment only began when one was deciding to join the Black Order. But the one who was born being an exorcist, it was destined for even worse things. Someone as him would live always with the same misfortunes, and would die wretched, as all.
Since always he learned to ignore his own problems, a route of effective loophole to the spiritual discomfort, though his birth itself had been blessed by a spiritual murder. There were days in which sometimes he forgot to wonder if he owned a soul or not. The time would never compensate that one question.
They all helped him to occupy his mind in the ignorance, not because it was a better idea to be blocked up of his real problems. Sometimes they were so heavy and horrible things that could not be kept simply to the margin all the time. They were things that they'd be better to be ignored, for the welfare of his mental health... though Kanda had an incredible will power, his mind was so capable of breaking as of any human being.
Then he learned to apply the nonchalance. Trying to feel human to escape of that one curse that was retaining him in the emotional loneliness. He knew he was young, was mature, was solitary ... and he was a man.
Every man was managing to have along his life certain needs, Kanda noticed to the moment to have near him that stifling aroma that characterized a woman; and from some time in his life he had had the curiosity 'to feel' how a woman. A perfectly justifiable distraction. Or probably not too perfect.
Emilia Galmar (1), personal tutor of the exorcist kid Timothy Hearst, was a charming, young and nice woman and of an enviable body –and he couldn't avoid to notice that she had specially big bosoms–; but he might never love her indeed. It had to be a bastard without heart to be 'using her', he had to be a damned son of bitch for playing this way with the sweet Emilia. But while she continued believing in the game of 'loving', he could occupy his thoughts in the simple desire of the libido.
Oh, the damned sinful libido. He believed for a couple of months that Emilia was sufficient to satisfy those primitive needs, in order that his mind could deal with something more that heavy cross that he was always carrying on his back. And he was dead wrong.
One day he realized of how empty the lust left his body. Of how useless and destructive was it to forget the past.
Simply... he couldn't obtain the sufficient to forget his own problems. He'd never stop having them there, as ghosts that haunted his unconsciousness and were filling his head with those images of the past. Endless pictures of blood.
June 6th
In his dreams he was walking in a crooked scene, could feel his barefooted feet to walk on a cold and humid surface, treading on remains, pieces of meat and guts that were spread to every angle that his eyes could reach. And on that mountain of carnage, on dozens of dismembered corpses, there was that one child.
'I'm so happy, I thought that it was only me.'
The Innocence already was in his hand, couldn't take it out of his flesh, the weapon in his hand was there because its intention was of killing. His breath was becoming colder while his lungs were filling with the metallic aroma of the massacre. The child looked straight to his eyes. The sword finally took shape. Its burning was intolerable, but it soon began to accept the tact of his flesh, his bones and his blood.
'They say that you are called Yu.' The following scene, there was the same child. Was beyond recognition, it was cut off in several pieces and in his left hand was the katana that massacred the poor thing. But his eyes were still focused on him, raging, nor more sweet nor innocent, filled of tears. He wanted to share that suffering.
'Uhm... Me?... Uhm... It's kinda embarrassing.' Yet it was moving, still it was breathing. It was still alive, but not for long. He couldn't do anything for him anymore.
'Erm... They call me...' The child was agonizing of pure pain, the blood was spreading all down his feet, weaving the crimson carpet to that wretched environment. It had to be dead already. He touched his own face, also it was humid. He felt an horrible pressure on the chest, as if it was contracting, as his couldn't stop to breathe violently. For that one child torn into pieces he couldn't do anything ... the darkness swallowed to him. A darkness that seemed to be endless. He was felt anger, resentment, so much pain in all inside his small body; somehow he understood he was feeling like the child who had just been annihilated.
'Alma.' It was an almost a subtle ripple that managed to escape away from his lips, in response to the feelings that were showing inside his heart. He listened to a noise, as if the door of his room was closed hurriedly. He opened at one stroke his eyelids, realized that he was in the solitary coldness of his room. Emilia did not sleep last night with him, if his memory didn't failed him. Probably he had begun to get used to her. But he couldn't explain the sound of scourge of his door. He'd kill the fucker that had got inside his bedroom while he was sleeping.
The first thing that his eyes caught went to another side of the room, that one seemingly interesting hourglass, where a beautiful pink lotus fower was inside the top. Below there were lying six fallen petals.
Six petals. The last time that he remembered, there were five.
Time was sure going on fast.
He was really fucked-up, he thought. Whenever he didn't wanted to, his mind insisted to remember that one child, one poor stupid child, a poor child who now didn't exist anywhere but inside his dreams only.
Today it was June 6. Damned were all the coincidences. Again the memories were coming back. The day of his birth was something hateful for him. He couldn't see the need of celebrating one more year of existence, if it only meant that he was aging more and approaching more in the day of his death. And if he was such a hated character, nobody would celebrate his existence.
'Happy birthday, Yu.'
He'd only go and have breakfast and would try the best to ignore them to all. Then he could be going to meditate awhile, since Lenalee Lee had gone away to a mission yesterday, so he would be able stand it today. He took Mugen, his beautiful sword, only just in case he'd need to threaten someone who could be pestering him.
The same thing of always, he asked the Chef Jeryy to prepare for him the soba he loved, though he ate that same shit every day while living inside Black Order's quarters. If it was not soba or tempura, it was not food. He liked to eat it calmly, becoming deaf to enjoy as much as possible.
But there was something that was disturbing him. Inside his space there was someone else. Wasn't Emilia, neither Marie, nor the small Timothy, nor the General Tiedoll, or another idiotic Finder who wanted to bother him neither. It had to be 'him'. Precisely that one weird boy who for some reason decided to stop near him while he was trying to eat. Already knew that he was he without a single glance; why would he look at that damned phenomenon with albinism and with a ridiculous pentacle-shaped scar on his left eye? And surely to his side was also that prudish inspector, 'supervising', since he was supposed to. Kanda didn't want to see one or the other. Much less the first one.
Fuck. He was still there, right?
Why was the Beansprout coming here instead of choking himself in food as always, as every morning?
"What do you want?" finally Kanda asked in a very bad mood, still he refused to look at him directly.
"Lenalee asked me to give you this." said the Beansprout boy, his voice was not denoting expression of any feeling; so he put on the table, next to the plate of soba a small brown package, wrapped in a simple white bun. "As she couldn't be here today... she asked me to deliver it to you, it is your birthday, right?"
Kanda looked out of the corner of the eye at the small box. There was a card with of blue inked letters in cursive that were saying clearly 'From Komui and Lenalee for Kanda'. He made a gesture of disgust and pushed aside the small present. It was completely sure that it was a silly thing that Komui Lee made for him as 'gift' this year. It was the fifth consecutive time, and for the last three years he threw away the small box that always had the name of these siblings.
"What the hell was that?" complained the Beansprout boy, angered by Yu Kanda's instantaneous rejection to his birthday present. True, this was the first time that he knew what day was 6th of June.
"I'm not interested."
"Are you just going to throw away a gift as if it was some kind of little shit?" reproached the Beansprout, seemingly offended. No, he always seemed to be offended to every single thing Kanda could answer to him.
"Yes. Problem?"
"Nobody gives me anything on my birthday... Don't even know when is it my birthday... But anyways, at least someone is bothering to remember yours!"
"Nice."
"You're truly an idiot..." the young man mumbled. "Just come on, take it. Lenalee is going to get angry at you if you don't take it."
"Ah. Good." answered with lost interest, trying to return to his breakfast.
"It's also on behalf from Komui. Open it."
"If it's from Komui then I have major reasons to don't open it."
"... Aren't you going to take it?"
"Don't you have anything else to do besides screwing up my morning, stupid Beansprout?"
And there it comes. With that one magic word was sufficient to ignite it. Howard Link, who only had to monitor it, didn't say anything, but simply he couldn't avoid showing his face of displeasure, because the scene of the daily lawsuit was coming in way.
"My name is Allen." the albino said wrinkling the space between the eyebrows. If there was something that could satiate Allen Walker more than anything it was that Kanda was calling him 'Beansprout'.
"Fuck off. I'm trying to eat." the young man answered in bore.
"Just take the gift already. It's not that hard."
"Out of my sight."
"You're not even looking at me, you Kanda idiot!"
"Just take the fucking box and shave it up to your ass, I'm giving it to you." the asian spitted out contemptuously. The boiling pot was on the verge of exploiting.
"Are you stupid or what?... Kanda, did you know that you look like a very ugly woman?"
"What did you say?" they could notice one stout vein on Yu's forehead covered of black bangs.
"Kanda you have diarrhea every day or that one is the face with which you were born?"
"Will you shut the fuck up or I shall take care of shutting you up instead?"
"Is that so? And how do you glide to do it?" the kid asked challenging.
"I will push this sword up through your ass and then will take out from your throat, that'll be easy." said on showing off his inseparable katana inside its case, trying to seem as menacing as possible.
"Both of you." interrupted Link, who seemed forced to interfere before those two went in for the kill. "Can't you have a discussion without taking out the death-threats? Specially you, exorcist Kanda. Take care of your dirty language."
"Already lost the appetite. I'm leaving." Kanda simply got up abruptly pushing aside his plate of breakfast, then made a face of utter disgust for both men after him. "You two make me sick. Specially you." muttered inside teeth, giving a dark cold gaze to Allen Walker.
Allen wouldn't bother to answer, nor he might go after him, Link took him of the shoulder looking at him apprehensively. It'd be the best to ignore it and simply to continue with the life. An irritable fucker like Yu Kanda wasn't worth it; he looked at him leaving the dining room, probably would go to some other lonely place. Or probably would be going to hang out with Emilia. He wasn't completely sure, didn't matter anyways. But Allen knew that he wouldn't be able to ignore him completely, even when he'd hate it so much if he was to admit it.
This morning, when he remembered Lenalee's favor, he decided that it was going to be a better idea to leave the little box inside Kanda's door before he could wake up. Would open the door rapidly and secretly would put the gift there, then he'd never have to face him to do his small task. But it happened on the rare moment of having caught him sleeping.
Sleeping Kanda, of small light dreams, Allen never had the opportunity to see that one asian exorcist on sleep, just like any other common and current human being would do. It seemed to be so normal. And he was murmuring things while he was sleeping.
" Alma ", he heard. A name, a person that Kanda was calling, gasping with sadness. Had Kanda just called the name of a person in his dreams? Had that cold exorcist who seemed not to have fondness to anything and anybody murmured with so innocent nostalgia the name of a person?
Before it was too late, Allen disappeared of the room, because well, he knew that Yu Kanda would tear into pieces the one who was entering to his privet room without permission. However, Allen didn't comment on anything of this to Link, who only had just waited outside for the youngster.
He thought it through after that small moment. Until today, Allen always believed that Yu Kanda was a bastard without feelings, but with only that one sweet ripple of innocent nature, the whole panorama had given a return. Just momentarily. After the events in the dining room, he came back to think that Kanda was only that same stupid grumper.
"Link ... now what should I do with the gift of Lenalee and Komui? I cannot return it to them just like this."
"I don't think they'll be so much upset, if Kanda gets his mood so bad on this day in particulary. Already they must have foreseen it."
"Why would he hate his own birthday?"
"I don't know, and it is not a part of my job to know it."
"... I wasn't expecting any more from you, Link." yes, because with him it was quite difficult to chat indeed. Only they were exchanging words, but there wasn't anything else than it. And the worst thing of everything, it's that he was monitored by him all the time, the twenty-four hours of the day. The reason? Allen supposedly could be an enemy of the Black Order. Noah Family, it was. And it was the one who inherited the memories of their traitor, the Fourteenth Noah.
But he would prefer to don't think over the topic, because if he did, the whole day he'd carry had an incredible amount of stress; he already had enough with Kanda for one day.
Soon his day took a 'much happier' draft, because Lenalee returned early from her mission with another exorcist Chaoji Han. Seemingly what the Finders believed that it was an Innocence shard, it turned out at all more than a phenomenon that didn't have relation with what they were searching. Yes, it was a disappointment, but this happened in the half of the cases. The wastes were a normal thing.
Lenalee Lee was only one year older than Allen, and she was really beautiful, also she was very nice girl, a case that she was as pretty in the outside as in the inside. But at the moment Allen showed that the birthday gift was still on his hands, she frowned and stopped smiling.
"I'm really sorry, Lenalee..."
"It's okay, Allen. Last year was the same when I entrusted it to Lavi." answered the soft voice of the young exorcist woman. "Eventually... I had to give it to him and he accepted it unwillingly —one week later, I found the gift in the trash can—."
"Why do you even bother for him?" Allen asked approaching with interest to Lenalee, which was repairing the bun of the box.
"I know Kanda since I was eight years old do, you know?" the girl said smiling slightly. "Before my brother Komui came to the Order, Kanda was there. He is the first friend that I ever had."
"Hum ... I understand. Then you must to have a great fondness towards him." to be honest, Allen wasn't sure that Kanda could be called a 'good friend', him being like he was. But Lenalee was Lenalee, and knowing her pretty much, she could open the heart of lout as Yu Kanda.
"He was always very cold and mean ... but I knew that he was just lonely." Lenalee was demonstrating a face that was denoting some sort of worrying. "Though he always seemed to be annoyed by everything, he wasn't that bad. He helped me through a lot when I didn't have my brother nearby, and I'm grateful with Kanda for supporting me during those years."
"So..." Allen knew of that he could repent of his following question. "... do you want that me to try it again?"
"What?"
"To give him the present."
"I believe that's already not necessary. If Kanda has a reason for not wanting a birthday gift, then we will respect that." answered Lenalee taking the box in her arms, thinking that she would have to take it back to her brother and tell him what happened.
Link always was there, but most of times he was never interfering in Allen's social conversations with other people. It was troublesome enough on past times, but already he had got used to it after almost nine months of being monitored by him.
"So... Lenalee." he called again before she could move forward.
"What is it?"
"Do you know who's Alma?"
"... Alma? From where did you hear that name?" the exorcist asked, her face shifted strangely, as if she had listened to a joke that she didn't understand.
"Well ..." he had his doubts, but he was involving himself where he shouldn't. "you'll see: I found Kanda sleeping, and then he muttered that name while he slept. I thought that you'd know something."
"Hum..." seemed it to think a bit while her forefinger pressed upon her inferior lip. "I recall something similar that happened to me years ago. I once slept next to Kanda."
"Oh... Komui won't be pleased to hear that." said the youngster jokingly with a caustic smile.
"We were just children, Allen." responded the girl blushing slightly. "I remember having listened to him murmur in his dreams... I listened to him to murmur that one name when he was sleeping."
"What a good memory you have, Lenalee." Allen said crossing his arms, a rather exaggerated and infantile gesture.
"Not, it's that 'till now that I remembered it..." the girl corrected smiling. "I remember asking to Kanda whom he dreamed. He didn't say anything and then pushed me off of his bed."
"What a dick." Allen spat.
"Yeah, I know." agreed Lenalee. "But well ... since Kanda was coming from the Asian Branch of the Black Order, I suppose that the person that he called had to come from there. But from it, don't know any further."
"I see, then we should better stop it right there. It's not necessary to invade Kanda's privacy, huh?"
Lenalee only smiled, as always, and to Allen that one was pleasing all the way. She turned round a few seconds, but then she returned to see him with a strange air, seeming to be a bit worried.
"How have you've been, Allen?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well ... you've got hurt really bad back in your mission on Paris." she said indicating the scar hidden under Allen's clothes. They had already passed months from that time, but it was a great and painful scar provoked by nobody but himself.
"I'm fine, Lenalee. Thank you for worrying." the boy smiled, that he was sincere, because the pain had gone away completely. But the worry would never fade away.
"Take care." she dismissed with briefness before going away. Allen couldn't avoid Link's inconvenient look over him, as if a falcon was stalking him. He then knew that Link wouldn't say anything nice.
"That one scar alone is not fine, Walker." Link said as soon as Lenalee went out of the auditory scope.
"Link ... I'd prefer to don't speak about the topic this time, okay?"
Anything was better, preferred being kept in his barrier of ignorance, because too many things were happening.
The Fourteenth was the brother of his stepfather, Mana Walker. The memories were implanted within him at some moment of his life, and eventually he was going to turn into the Fourteenth Noah himself, also known as the Musician. Though his goals were basically the same ones, to annihilate the Millennium Earl, creative father of the demons Akuma and the emissary who was declaring the death of this world, it was impossible to trust the 14th.
Allen loved his stepfather, loved him enough to fall into dispear at the moment of his tragic death and to accept the 'help' of the Count of the Millennium. The tragedy, the soul and the machine were the ingredients necessary for the creation of an Akuma. Being deceived, Allen turned his father into Akuma, and after being cursed by him, the Anti Akuma woke up within his left arm in the most opportune moment, finishing with it's target.
'Allen, I love you. Please, destroy me.' Those were the last words that the small Allen listened from his deceased father. But even now, he wasn't sure of the real meaning of those words.
The Fourteenth was Mana's brother. If he already knew that Allen was the one selected carrier of the memories of his brother; then did he really loved that poor orphan that had nothing in this world but that deformed Anti Akuma arm he was born with?
All those doubts were tormenting Allen's mind, but well then, he already had perfected the art of fooling the others with comforting smiles. But for how longer would he be capable of concealing the darkness of his soul from Lenalee and the others?
But more worrying than anything else: was the Fourteenth malignant or not? Already he knew that the 14th betrayed the Noah's Family and was seeking to destroy the Millennium Earl, enemy of the Innocence and the Black Order. But then, Allen was sure that the Fourteenth one wasn't good, not while remembering the words of Cross Marian. Much less after ' that incident ' happened in Paris.
Crown Clown was the last form of Allen's Innocence, an Anti Akuma whose function with form of sword was to exorcise and to cut all that was malignant –it is to say, Akumas and relatives of Noah–. 'It' happened a little while ago when he stabbed himself by the sword close to an Akuma. The sword injured his owner, very seriously. Allen had vague memories of how it happened, due to the extreme pain that invaded his body on those instants. He had the sensation of entering unto trance while having the feeling of ardor burning in his flesh.
The scar was there, crossing his chest downwards his abdomen. It never bled, but his human body had been marked by the evilness that he had not committed, the malevolence of the Fourteenth Noah. And if Allen was suffering for these sins, it had him real reasons to get more worried.
He looked at his reflection on one of the windows of the corridor, the shade he saw was of that smiling entity, wrapping his reflection increasingly in a shadow of supernatural dye. The phantasmagorical silhouette was extending increasingly his space on him, which made him difficult to see his own reflection.
Sometimes he kept asking to himself, analyzing it with a lot of care, why didn't Kanda murder him in that one moment given the chance?
June 7th
Due to the connection that had the Ark with the Headquarters and the Asian Branch, to come here when wanted was something possible now. It has been long since he saw for last time this place. Almost nine years to be precise, when Tiedoll made him his apprentice and finally he could claim that he woke up of a nightmare. Already nobody was monitoring this one section of the Asian Order, because anybody found again usefulness to this place, which only they were rubbles of a fatal mistake that there committed the human beings on having tried to play at being God.
The Sixth Institute of Asia, was to simple sight a destroyed and left laboratory, it was for many that had entered to the Order in the last years. But for Yu Kanda this one place had a different meaning. The place where he 'was born'.
He was walking in an indefinite darkness, accompanied only by the artificial light that his golem communicator was producing. Every step that was planning inside these ruins, was an echo that was making him return to the past. But why did he decide to come here all of sudden? Had been better to see first the elderly cook Zhu, to make him know that he would come to visit this place.
Already he didn't have clear the reason for which he came to this lugubrious place. The dust that was getting up with every movement he made didn't bother him at all, however he came to check just at a couple of rooms and then would clear off from here as if nothing happened.
He recalled his memory, checked a long corridor, observed a door that was about to fall. He recognized that door, still when the sign already fell off. Inside that room full of shades there were very strong memories. He forced the golem to aim the light to the interior. It was the embroider that he had hated the most during his entire life, which he learned to suppress away from his head for so many years.
It wasn't very broad, but the ceiling was spreading upside to several meters, and there was a window to the second floor, from where the scientists were in the habit to observe the results of the tests. In the center of this room there was a prop replete with cables with a small table of support, now it was empty. There was once on it a winged figure that he knew at some time as 'Innocence'.
He entered, his legs were not trembling, showed no emotions towards this place though he saw the dusted floor, with cables spread everywhere, and yes, also the blackened dry blood splattered on this very floor, which made him remember all those times he died right here. He blinked again, but the blood stains were gone.
He sighed, thought he listened to the echoes of his own screaming nine years behind. All these times in which he had cried out in agony when he was a child. Everything for not being able to synchronize with the stupid Innocence. The times in which all his body broke having been rejected by that proud and cruel entity.
True. That child called Alma passed exactly through the same thing.
He left the room rapidly, having forgotten completely the reason for which he came to this laboratory of frozen hell. He went to the following place about which he could think. The Womb Chamber. It had a great space, as a lounge, but several props of rock had fallen down hereabouts. But he could recognize a kind of altar that was placed at the bottom, but most of it was destroyed. It was supposed that there were containers there also, but they were already gone. Only the christian crosses had remained.
And in the floor, how to forget it, there the famous wells where the 'next apostles' once slept, that none managed to work out alive of there. Yu was the only one that was still alive among all those sleeping-beauty wretches. This place was as cold as always, but already there were no clouds of mist.
Though destroyed, Yu remembered many things of this one place, many important moments in his short and putrid infancy happened right here. His birth to begin with, when he met Alma, when he recognized for the first time 'that woman'... when he smiled for the first time. For a moment he thought he was listening the echoes of those infantile laughs among these ruins. Here it was when his first 'friend' did, and also it was here where he destroyed him.
He walked more to the center, the wells were empty within, the water dried off and there were no bodies in. They should have been emptied after the day of the massacre. Oh, that one horrible day ... the whole room was so full of red. Now already they had gathered all the corpses and cleaned the blood.
But he wasn't here to remember the massacre, slaughter house led by Alma, but he came to prove something to himself. Though already he wasn't sure of what thing he wanted to prove to his mind in spite of this place destroyed by time.
Those dreams that he had lately were not making him calm, his mind was remaining tense, disturbed for the strong images of gruesome murder that had marked forever his childhood. The blood that he spilt. He believed that his conscience wanted in spite of punishing him again with these horrible recollections, it wouldn't leave him alone until he could think about what he did in this place full of ghosts from the past.
Or perhaps, very much probably, it was Alma's memory what dragged him here. Couldn't understand it. He could hear that childish voice, it was heard inside his head, that idiot's infantile snicker; still he kept on listening to it, as if just now Alma was playing in this place, slipping ... and he was laughing so lively.
No, just now he was sure that he really listened to something. A rock movement, as if someone was walking between the rubbles of the desolate institute. As an reflex, he exposed his sword, Mugen's brilliant edge appeared towards his right, there was standing an entity that was not human, however was not an enemy.
"What are you doing here? Stop aiming me with that thing!"
"Fou." Kanda returned his katana inside its case, it was just the guardian spirit of the Asian Branch; she had the form of a young woman of curvilinear body, small stature and extremely revealing clothes. Her hair was pink as her eyes. To the first sight she was very attractive looking, but those who knew her a bit, knew that Fou had a temperament of thousand demons.
"What are you doing in this place?" exclaimed the ghost girl, her reaction was almost aggressive. Precisely because of it Kanda never felt little charm for that one spirit. In fact, he hated her. But though he'd love to break her in tiny pieces, he wouldn't achieve anything at it.
"Nothing important. What about you?" he said calmly, but obviously annoyed.
"Me?" the small presence exclaimed. Again she was overacting. "I was just walking, I have the freedom of going and coming wherever I please."
"Were you following me?" asked Kanda with a gloomy face.
"For what reason would I follow you?"
"I'm wondering."
"I wasn't following you..." spitted Fou angered. "and why did you come here in first place, Yu?"
Nobody but that stupid Bookman Lavi dared to call him this way so carelessly. Yu. With the pass of the years he began to detest that name that they gave to him.
"Already I said that it's nothing important. Doesn't concern you anyways." responded, indisposed to continue this chat with the guardian spirit, he knew that there was no sense on staying longer in this place, if she was meant to keep on fucking him.
He walked slowly out of the room, knew that it wasn't a good idea having come to visit this place, cause he didn't foreseen that he would meet Fou.
"You know? I come here some often."
"I don't care." answered while he was continued his gait, preferring to don't lengthen his meeting with Fou.
"Without dread of being wrong, I believe that you came thinking about Alma, right?"
He stopped right there, felt as if one bullet suddenly had struck him. So much time had passed since he last listened to someone else mention that child's name. Already he had forgotten how that name sounded like with the human speech.
Kanda didn't answer, he only kept on walking, ignoring to whatever Fou would else say.
"Since their bodies were destroyed, there's no grave to visit." her voice now was sadder, true, if it was Fou who sometimes was consoling to Alma when he once cried. But not just that, she was close towards the people who used to direct this laboratory. "but ... why have you come here after so many years, Yu?"
"Already I told you that it doesn't concern you. Don't bother me." answered with the same dryness used before.
June 10th
The structure of this section of the headquarters was beautiful undoubtedly, one might remain here to contemplate the large colored windows that took place in the ceiling. In this building were the rooms of all the exorcists and some scientists who were working for the Black Order. There were only six floors, and every room had the door opposite to the balustrade, so they all could behold from any floor the beautiful mosaic of the ground floor. Only a pretty detail that everyone could see for every morning while home.
"I'm worried about Allen." she sighed while her almond-shaped eyes were turning aside to the balustrade of stone of the second floor. A red-haired young man who had an eye patch on his right eye, she knew him as Lavi. He was a friend whom she considered to be very nearby, and knew that he would listen to her all the time needed, because he would support her with honesty. "Since he returned from Paris, he's been different... and in these last few days he has acted very strangely, seems to be frightened at something."
"I heard that he hurted himself with Crown Clown on Paris. It also makes me worried, Lenalee... they all know what it might mean." said Lavi with a tense tranquility.
"Nevertheless, Allen continues being Allen." the chinese girl answered returning her gaze to the young Bookman. "I want to believe that he will be able to oppose to the Fourteenth. I'm going to believe more."
"... I'm also going to believe. We'll have to support him a lot in these days, how about it?" he outlined a smile with intentions of encouraging Lenalee.
"Lenalee Lee, Bookman Junior." a voice interrupted, it would normally sound differently, but now Link had a worried tone, perhaps alarmed. He seemed to have run a lot and he was sweating a bit.
"What happened, Two-Spot?" asked Lavi, which always seemed to be relaxed. Then they noticed something strange. The inspector Link was alone, was not accompanying anybody in particular, Allen it was. This undoubtedly was strange.
"Walker. Where is Allen Walker?" he asked, almost as if he was raising an accusation against both exorcists. Already he was falling down in the histeria. "I've lost sight of him for ten minutes."
"Link, we haven't seen him in the whole day." Lenalee answered muddled up. "Did you searched for him well?"
"I need to find him as soon as possible. I must monitor him at all the time."
"Hm... maybe because of it he separated from you, don't you think?" said the Bookman jokingly, but only ended up gaining a tart look from the young inspector. "Oh, please, give a break to the poor guy; you keep on breathing on his neck the whole damn day."
"I cannot take so carelessly the fact that Walker escapes of my sight. Don't know what might he be doing while he's out of vigilance."
"You take very seriously your job, Two-Spot!"
"I am going to ask you to not call me that nickname, Bookman. Have the decency of referring to me by my name... Now, if 'm excused, I'm off to look for Walker again." very tense, he turned around infuriated.
"What paranoid. It's not as if someone would die if he leaves Allen alone for like fifteen minutes..."
"... I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" the sudden yell of a man was listened. The voice sounded so low that they didn't find possibility of identifying it to the instant. It resounded so loudly that Lenalee instinctively looked up, where from it came.
Lenalee opened the eyes amazed, her eyebrows were wrinkled, reaction that Lavi knew as 'fear'. To the following second a hard impact was heard of something against the flat of the ground floor.
"What the hell ...? What was ...?"
Rapidly they went to look out of the rail downwards the flat, surprised by the following chilling scene. A person had fallen down from some floor, but Lenalee didn't go to look to whom fell, but she looked up, the sixth floor, there was there a person whose face appeared on the balustrade, who unfortunately, she recognized. It was Yu Kanda.
To whom did Yu Kanda pushe from the sixth floor?
"Lenalee... Look, that is..." now Lavi's voice changed radically, trembling, demonstrating fear and shock on having looked at the person who was lying in the soil, the mantle of blood painting scarlet the mosaic of the ground floor. Lenalee looked terrified on having seen the familiar albino hair of the uniformed one that fell down from the sixth floor.
"Allen?" she didn't lose time, jumped off the rail, helped by the activation of her Dark Boots. She went to help the injured man, entering on extreme panic state on seeing that his head bleeding profusely, the expression in Allen Walker's face was frozen inside an emotion of fear. But he wasn't conscious. "ALLEN!"
Lavi cried out in despair for the help, so the doctors could hurry up down here, whoever. Still she didn't find a reason, didn't manage to understand how the hell her friend Allen managed to fall this way of a sixth floor. Lenalee was trying to call his companion's conscience, resting his head on her lap. With her fingertips she checked the fallen boy's neck, his pulse was a too weak.
Between the dozens of persons that were coming to the 'scene of the crime ', Finders, doctors, exorcists and scientists; nobody noticed when silently Yu Kanda left the place, his face filled of disturbance.
(1).-Emilia Galmar is a character who appears inside the arc of the Phantom G in the manga. Now Emilia is inside the Black Order, as personal educator of Timothy. Since she ran up with Kanda she thought that he was attractive. So the relationship didn't come out of nowhere... at least I think so.– ugh, what am I saying? This is purely Ooc! I did it just for screwing-up to the yaoi fans xD
A/N: Yes, I know it. You will want to cut me with an freaking chainsaw and you'll be wondering why the fuck did I put Kanda together with Emilia instead of beginning already with an attraction between both protagonists? Just think a about it. DGM takes place at the end of the 19th century, and things like the homosexuality were not seen as something 'good' by certain religious organizations. If they it think through, Kanda's already a big boy and is a man, so he has certain 'needs', but even though he might gay or bisexual –which seems more likely– he wouldn't accept it just like that (oh, but yeah, though he's a frigging exorcist, I just thought it'd be nice if he had sex with an ardent French girl).
And Allen ... well, he lives and spends a lot of good time with Lenalee, but this doesn't mean that she and Allen should be a couple for this fanfic. Something that I cannot stand in certain fanfics is that Lenalee doesn't speak much with Allen, and they're already good friends; in the fics almost they make her non-existent, even stupid and useless. I think change it's good. This fanfic won't be like that, I'll make you know.
Edit: I corrected this chapters dialogues. Thanks Book Thief101 for commenting. (¡PONTE LISTA, HONEY HIJA DE PUTA!)