The boy had a pleasant face with a light smile. His eyes were a beautiful blue and he had a lean well-built figure. When the girl watched him he was playing a game of basketball with his friends. One of them a tall heavily built African boy, another wise cracking boy with bleach blonde hair. The girl who was watching wore a uniform with a cross across her breast. She knew this boy; his blue eyes were the same. The girl watched him as he smiled. She knew that smile. But this boy was also different; his hair a neutral brown, his arms completely normal, the well-known scar over his left eye was gone. But it was still him. This girl knew it.
From time to time the boy would rub his left eye as if it bothered him but he thought nothing of it. His left arm had a slight discoloration along the base of his shoulder but this too didn't seem to take the notice of the boy. He played basketball pulling off an amazing shot and getting congratulated on his athletic abilities. He smiled and took a drink of water before tossing the ball to the other boy and walking off. He smiled and the feed cut off.
"It's about time I've found you." A man said startling the girl who was watching the feed.
"Oh Mr. Rouvelier," The girl said.
"Lenalee," Rouvelier responded. Lenalee gave a short curtsy.
"We are sending you, Lavi, Kanda, and Komui to retrieve him." Rouvelier said, "It's about time we got Allen back behind bars."
(Soshite bouya wa nemeri ni tsuite)
"Bye Allen." Damon and Todd waved. Allen waved as he left and the other two boys continued to play. Allen then picked up his bag by the court gate and walked down the streets to the bus stop. He rubbed his left arm where what looked like a pink scar tissue ran its way around his arm in a band. Allen hadn't told anyone yet but it seemed like the scar tissue was growing. It looked like it had started creeping around and up his shoulder.
It had been nearly a year since Allen had been taken in by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, a generic enough name. Allen had been found on the streets with not memory of who he was or what he was doing. He had been bleeding a lot and Mr. Johnson in a parking lot. At the time the Allen had white hair which had grown out to the soft brown he had now.
Allen all together had been dropped out of nowhere. No one could find any trace of him, no one knew who he was or where he'd come from. Some rumors spread that he was raised to be an assassin and something had gone horribly wrong. Allen himself didn't know. When he came to the first thing he asked was.
"Did I get him?" before passing out again. Allen only knew his name when he woke up and had vague images of memories. Occasionally he would hum a tune that the Johnson's figured he'd picked up from his birth mother before he lost his memories. The boy was a mystery but had grown up in the past year to be pretty normal and fit in alright in the high school he was attending.
"Welcome home." Mrs. Johnson smiled. Allen nodded and smiled back.
"Thanks Mrs. Johnson." Allen said giving a short bow something he always did that everyone figured was a habit from before Allen could remember.
"You can call me Mary if you'd like." Mary smiled. Allen nodded.
"I know, "I'm gonna go work on the homework I have, world history, fun." Allen rolled his eyes. Mary laughed.
"Did you have a good day at school?" She asked as Allen took off his shoes.
"It was alright, nothing bit happened, but my eye has been bugging me lately, it gets irritated easier all of a sudden." Allen said he paused,, "it feels almost like there's something waking up and searching for something." He said. Mary paused then Allen laughed, "I've been up too late." He said then rubbed his eyes, "I'm talking nonsense." He said. Mary gave a halfhearted laugh with the boy. Allen smiled then went to his room.
Getting custody of Allen had been a battle especially with the world having no record of him, nor his finger prints or anything. Mary loved the boy like her own son because she was unable to reproduce, and she worried constantly that he'd leave, or that he'd be taken away.
Allen sat down at his computer and started typing up an assignment playing music in the background as he worked on his World History essay. Allen paused thinking he saw someone outside with a long black jacket that sparked memories. Allen stared at the person across the street. He wore a uniform and had long hair which Allen found kind of strange, the man crossed the street stood there a moment before continuing on making Allen nervous.
Allen shook the worries from his head and refocused back on his homework.
(Ikizuku hai no naka no honou)
Allen walked back to school the next day entering the school to see a cute girl with long black hair in a short skirt with some pretty cool looking boots. Allen suddenly stared off into space Damon trying to shake him out of his daze.
Because we're friends…
"Allen." Allen shook his head.
"Hmmm?" he asked looked over and up at Damon.
"Do you know that girl?" Damon asked. Allen looked back at the mini skirt girl who was staring back at him. Allen shook his head.
"No… hey don't we have homeroom first today?" Allen asked. Damon nodded.
"Yeah, we're watching that video about the environment or something." Damon said, "It's probably just to shut the hippies up." Damon rolled his eyes.
"Hey, the world today his far more disgusting than the world was a hundred years ago. Even if the world today is so much more convenient." Allen said. Damon laughed.
"Sometimes you sound like an old man, you know that?" Damon asked. Allen laughed.
"Looked like one last year too, I don't know what I was thinking…" Allen rubbed his neck as the two started walking toward their homeroom class.
"Ha! IF you ever figure it out them maybe you'd be able to figure out where you came from." Damon answered. Allen laughed.
"Yeah, or how to open that box." Allen said.
"The mystery box that growls." Damon asked. Allen laughed.
"Yeah, that's the one." Allen said. When Allen had been found he had a small box on him only slightly bigger than a ping pong ball. No one could get it open and it seemed to almost growl from time to time. Allen rubbed his eye which was getting agitated.
"Dude, you're going to pop a blood vessel like that." Todd said joining the two boys.
"It hurts." Allen said, "it aches, not quite itches, but its starting worry me."
"Maybe you have eye worms." Todd said. Damon hit him upside his blonde head.
"Be nice to Allen." Damon said.
"Fine." Todd stuck his tongue out. Allen stopped at his locker as Damon and Todd bickered. Allen pulled out his book for class then closed the door.
"What are we watching in homeroom anyway?" Allen asked curious. A boy with bright red hair passed them, he was wearing an eye patch.
Its dinner time Allen! DINNERTIME!
Allen paused and looked back at the eye patch guy. The guy kept walking. Allen shook his head.
"Did you know him?" Damon asked. Allen blinked.
"I don't think so." He answered.
"Anyway, the movie is something about the environment, and the state of the world in years if we keep polluting or something like that." Todd said with a shrug. Allen nodded.
"Sounds weird, I hope it isn't one of those really long documentaries." Allen said bored. His eye gave off an enormous twinge just then and he gasped out loud covering it as if he was scared of what others might see. Damon and Todd looked at him.
"You ok man?" Damon asked. Allen waved his right hand frantically.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Allen smiled. Todd shrugged but Damon stopped Allen peeling the smaller boy's hand away from his eye. Allen's eye was bleeding Damon gawked.
"Shit man." Damon said. Allen caught the sight of blood on his own hand.
"Crap." Allen said, "what the heck." Todd dug through his bag pulling out napkins and handing them to Allen.
"Here." Todd said, then looked at Allen closer, "Fuck man it looks like you go slashed by a fucking demon." Allen paused an image in his brain.
"I'm sure it's nothing." Allen said, "I probably scrapped it somehow and head wounds bleed a lot." Allen said putting the napkins to his eye, blood had already dripped down onto his shirt.
"I can't even see what's bleeding." Damon said, "All I know is that you are." Damon said, then he looked around.
"HEY MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" Damon said clearing a path as he walked in front of Allen to get him to the nurse's office.
I'll curse you…
Allen didn't know how to react to that. His eye gave off another painful throb. Blood leaking from it like tears. Allen was scared, petrified in fact. Damon looked back to check on him so Allen forced a smiled like nothing was wrong.
(Hitosu~ Futastu to~)
Allen went home early but had to sign himself out since Mary was at work and so was Richard Johnson. Allen walked home his eye bugging him. The school nurse just wrapped it but didn't seem to be too alarmed about it. She had sent Damon on his way after Damon protested that Allen should be taken to see a professional. Allen sent him a text that he was alright but Allen seriously doubted the nurse.
A world of black and white…
Allen sighed stopping at the stoplight. It was quiet all around, almost too quiet. The light turned green and the little walk man came on. Allen continued across the street and sunk deeper into his thoughts.
What did this all mean? He was getting flashes more and more of his past. The past he couldn't remember. But why now all of a sudden? It had been a year since he'd been found.
Are you an angel?
Allen rubbed his head then touched his eye softly. What did it all mean?
You fake gentleman!
Who said that? What were they talking about.
If it gets cold we're gonna have to cuddle.
When did this happen?
My left I give you to the Akuma, my right I give you to the humans.
Akuma? That word resonated deeply with Allen.
When we get back, what are you going to do Allen?
I'll Eat!
Back from where? Allen wondered. Sounded like something he'd say. And somebody said it to him once. Allen dug his nails into his arm as such snippets of conversation floated through is brain.
Allen, you know you're bleeding right?
Allen released his fingers red staining the tips, his left arm throbbing from the pain. Allen looked up toward the sky.
No matter what happens I'll keep on moving. Until this life runs out of me, I'll keep on walking.
For Mana… but Mana didn't love him… who was Mana, and what did he do? Allen cast his gaze back down at the side walk cutting across the park to get to his house.
I want to be a destroyer who saves.
Allen let his knees buckle and sat down in the park his backpack falling with a thud next to him. What did it all mean? Why wouldn't it stop?
No matter what I'll always be an exorcist…
Allen closed his eyes tears streaming down his face. Were these his memories. The face of a girl hovered in his vision. He'd run away. But… something… happened. Something bad right? Allen drug himself onto a park bench and looked up at the sky clouds rumbling and threatening to dump rain down on him. Allen closed his eyes.
"An exorcist…" Allen whispered the words. His left arm twitched and Allen let his tears fall.
I had this horrible plot bunny.
I've placed Allen in America since the majority of my readers are from America.
Please tell me what you think, I can't wait for input.
And no flames, if it sucks then tell me nicely no cussing or bad mouthing.