This is an ode to summer because summer can be a bitch.
And I'm gonna make D Gray Man suffer and have fun at the same time!
Do not own.
Chapter 1: Summer…I hate you.
Coming to you live in London, IT'S HOOOOOOT!
That's right folks, this week's weather forecast is said to be one of the hottest heat waves of the summer! And the Sun isn't planning on giving anyone a break this season.
However, as of now many residents on vacation are finding ways to beat the heat at this time of year and all nearby lakes and parks are said to be pack filled with people out for a good time. There will be games, contest with prizes, and food; lots and lots of food.
And did I forget to mention rock concerts?
Yes that's right everybody, an event where popular bands from around the globe have come to rock out on stage for only a limited time this week! And it's FREEEE!~
So what are ya doing layin' around like a caged animal? Come on out with your picnic blankets and umbrellas, your best shorts, shirts, and skirts, even your best bikinis and trunks! This is a summer of a LIFETIME!
Say Bob.
Yes Simon?
I gotta say, I would feel sorry those out there who are either so caught up at work, or are just forbidden to go on vacation by some uptight boss, parent, or guardian. They must be sweating like pigs in a desert.
I hear ya Simon. Those people are what I like to call the unlucky ones.
I'm sure glad those unlucky ones are not us.
You said it.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
"I swear to god that radio is laughing in my face."
"They are laughing Baka Usagi. If you don't like it then turn it off."
"I can't. My sweat has glued me to the floor."
As the entire city of London was suffering from the summer heat of over one hundred degrees, so was everyone at the Black Order. Luckily for them, not much Akuma or Noah activity had been going on and that meant less missions. It would be funny if they were also struggling in the heat and didn't bother to cause any mayhem at this time.
Despite this, the Head Council wasn't planning on resting easy and that included the rest of the Black Order as well. They believe that all focus must be to win the battle against the Millennium Earl at all costs, no matter how minor the enemy's activities seem to become. In other words, no breaks.
No vacations.
No partying.
No rivers.
No pools.
No swimsuits.
No BBQ.
No loud music.
No getting drunk till you pass out.
No games.
No concerts.
No night clubs.
No raves.
No movie night.
No karaoke.
No parks.
No amusement parks.
And the list goes on.
The council must've lived by the motto 'all work and no play'.
And so, our dear fellow exorcists are in the lounge, heat draining their usual energy, sweating so much they had to remove half of their clothing, nothing to do.
Not like they had the strength to do anything.
Thank GOD they don't have missions.
"If only I can kill the Sun," muttered Kanda, though loud enough for everyone to hear. He was shirtless in nothing but his black pants, leaning back on a couch with Mugen at his side. His hair was down along with sweat clearly visible on his skin.
"If that were even possible I'd be right behind ya," said Lavi lying with his stomach to the floor. He is also shirtless but was wearing shorts for more breeze on his legs. He was sweating just as much as Kanda. "I don't care if we'd have to live in the dark for the rest of our lives."
"Be careful what you wish for," muttered Bookman. Even for him the heat was too unbearable for recording. "You just might get it."
"I've never met such weather conditions back in my hometown," said Krory in his white tank and black pants. He was also on the floor but was sitting up and leaning on his back against the side of the couch.
"It could be worse," chimed Lenalee waving her Chinese fan at her face. Miranda was leaning next to her getting a feel if the fan. Both were sitting on another couch in tanktops and short shorts.
The sweaty swordsman glared at her. "And what could actually be worse than this?"
"Going on a mission?" Lavi suggested raising a finger.
"Che. Point."
"Also," Lenalee continued. "Allen-kun is still under supervision of Link. Unlike us he's not allowed to leave his room unless if necessary."
"Humph. And I'm supposed to feel sorry for the Moyashi?"
"All our rooms may be bigger than the ones we last resided in, but be locked in there long enough in this heat and you've got yourself your own personal life-sized oven," Bookman explained. He narrowed his eyes. "And last time I checked, no air conditioning."
At this the whole room was silent.
"T-That's horrible…"
"Allen-kun…"
"Poor Allen-chan…"
"…Che. He'll be fine."
Meanwhile…
"Oooooohhhh."
"For the hundredth time, stop complaining. I am not enjoying this just as much as you are, but an order is an order and we must follow it."
"But I'm dying in here…"
"So is everyone else at The Order."
"Well at least THEY have air conditioning!"
"…point."
And that's how it went on in a boiling hot room, which happened to be no other than the room of Allen Walker. Said exorcist-on-trial was lying face flat on his bed, had removed his vest and ribbon and loosened all the buttons of his shirt and it still wasn't enough to give him relief. If he was desperate enough he would've stripped down to his boxers or maybe even removed those too. But his pride wouldn't let him. Plus, Two Spots was in the room.
Speaking of Two Spots, in order to make himself comfortable(if not a little), he removed the layers of his suit down to his white shirt, with a few loose buttons at the top, and red pants. But just like Allen, that still wasn't enough to keep him cool.
"Link?"
"What is it now?" asked the blond without looking up from his daily reports.
"Can I kill the Sun?"
"…" Why was he asking such a question? It was either due to the summer heat, boredom, or the kid was just going mad. He shook his head. "Even if that were possible, no you cannot kill the Sun."
"Damn."
Link sighed. This is gonna be a long week, since the temperature will not change till then and he was beginning to question how long the boy will keep his sanity.
Turns out he didn't have to wait too long.
For only five minutes have passed and a shrill scream was heard that could've made him forever deaf had he not covered his ears. Then he heard the voice of his captive.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
He stood up from his wooden chair and before he could react, a pair of arms had bound his legs in a tight grip. Link quickly grabbed the chair to prevent him from falling. He looked down at the source of the binding.
There was Allen Walker, on his knees, with arms wrapped around the blond's legs, and with watery tears in his eyes.
"Please, just let me go outside for a bit. A minute at least. That's not much of a crime is it? I'm sure the council will understand. I'm dying Link, dying. And I swear to god if stay another minute in this hellhole I'll go insane and kill myself on the spot!"
'I think you've already gone beyond the level of insane' thought Link but didn't voice it out loud. He sighed again. He had to keep the situation under control or he too will lose his mind.
"Listen to me Walker, as much as I too wish to get out of this stuffy room, let us not forget that you are on trial. Meaning that no matter the circumstances, you are not to leave this room, not unless if it is to eat, to go to the bathroom, or to go on a mission. You must stay here at all costs and I must stay here to keep watch over you. No excuses. No exceptions. Period. Understand?"
"But I'm DYING Link!"
Apparently not. Not for Allen Walker suffering a heat stroke.
"Allen, you are under strict order-"
"Forget orders! Forget rules! The entire council can go to hell for all I care! This is SUMMER for crying out loud! Nature overpowers man and his orders!"
"Allen Walker! If Rouvelier or even the council hears what you're speaking-"
Link was cut off when Allen suddenly stood up, releasing the man's bounds, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He could see Allen's eyes gleaming with seriousness and desperation.
"Don't you see Link? We're in here baking like overcooked pastries in an erupting volcano! Look at Tim!"
He pointed to his golem laying on one of the pillows of Allen's bed, its wings droopy along with its tongue sticking lazily out of its mouth.
"He's only been here for hours and now he so hot he can't even fly! Every time I pick him up he always slips from my fingers because of his constant sweating. Is this how you want us to keep living? Please Link, find it in your heart to give this 15-year-old and his pet golem just one breath of fresh air. That's all we ask. I'm begging you Link, please?"
Allen placed his palms together and made the best pouty face he could muster. Timcampy followed his master's actions by placing his wings together as a sign of plea.
Link glanced at Allen, then at Timcampy. He knew he was facing a two on one battle. Their efforts were strong, but he won't give in no matter what. His job as watchdog is more important. Even so, he can't help but feel sorry for the kid. It wasn't his choice to be in this mess, or even become the host of the Fourteenth. But, orders are orders.
"Allen, please listen to me," Link tried to speak as softly as he could. "Even if I were to let you trot down the halls as you wish, you will only feel a minimal change in temperature. As for going outside, no one is allowed unless if the task is necessary. It's not because the council doesn't want us too, it is because they are in panic. We are at a crucial point in our war with the Millennium Earl and have lost many lives, many exorcists. You and your friends are the last ones standing, plus the Generals. You are also the host of the Fourteenth. If the Earl wishes he could've attacked our base sooner, but he didn't. Why? Because he's looking for an opening, a weak spot to catch us off guard and the council cannot allow it. I know this is a bit much but we can't afford the risk. Please understand Allen."
The room was now silent. Allen didn't retort back or even utter a single word. Instead he walked back to his bed and sat on it. Timcampy hopped onto his lap to comfort him the best he could. Allen gave the golem a few pets. His face unreadable, hidden beneath his white bangs. Link watched the sight and sighed as he sat back down on his chair.
'I think I just broke the boy's spirit.' He thought as he continued writing his report.
After about thirty minutes of silence, he heard the boy speak again.
"Hey Link."
Said blond still didn't look up from his papers thinking it was another stupid question to pass time.
"Yes Walker?"
"If I said I had a plan to get us and the entire Black Order to cool off, would you let me carry it out?"
Link paused at this in surprise. He looked up from his paper and stared directly at the white haired boy. Allen stared back and the blond noticed a sudden gleam in his bright silver eyes that he could no describe.
"That depends. Do you have a plan?"
Allen's eyes gleamed brighter as a smile formed on his lips. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I do."
The boy stood up and suddenly began pacing back an fourth.
"But I'm gonna need some supplies," he said thoughtfully. "And some helpers since I can't do this alone."
"H-Hold on!" yelled Link, getting worried about whatever he's up to because he knew it would eventually lead to trouble. "I didn't say you could-"
"I know just who to call!" Allen wasn't listening for he was on a roll. "Timcampy!"
Timcampy's wings perked up at the call of his master. The golem was still on the bed as Allen kneeled down to its level.
"Tim, in order for my plan to work, I'm gonna need your help. You think you'll be able to fly a few rounds for me?"
The golem picked itself up and few around the boy to show he is ready for his orders. The boy giggled and held his arm out for it to rest on. Once it did Allen continued.
"Thanks buddy. I knew I can count on you," Allen said smiling. "Now, I want you to…"
The rest of Allen's sentences were whispered to the golem so low that not even Link could hear. This is bad. He knew he must stop this before things get out of hand.
"Got that?" asked Allen when he was done giving instructions. Timcampy gave a show of a nod and flew off through a crack of an opened window to fulfill its duty. "Alright, so what's next…" Allen muttered as he went back to pacing.
"Now you listen to me young man!" Link was enraged at the boy's actions. "I will not allow this to-"
"Link!"
The blond was cut off again as both of the exorcist's hand were on his shoulders. The boy was looking up at him, his excitement running wild.
"I'm gonna need your help in this too Link."
Link was at a loss of words for a moment, surprised at his words, until he found them.
"Just what makes you think I'll follow up on this plan of yours?"
"Because as you said before, the council is in panic."
"What does that have to do with-"
"I want to change that."
Link was taken aback by this.
"Because of the Millennium Earl, because of the Noah, everyone is in fear. I want to ease that tension, even if it's just a little, I want to at least give them the hope that we can still have fun. There's no telling if we could ever have a chance like this again and I am not going to let the fear of the Earl stop me from taking that chance."
Allen then gave him a smile full of care and confidence.
"So let's give everyone at The Order the time of their lives. A party I'm sure none of them will ever forget, because it's either now or never."
"Allen…" Now, Link was really at a loss of words. He could only stare at the smiling boy. 'This kid…really cares for everyone. It's like I'm no longer looking at a host of the fourteenth, but a boy named Allen Walker.'
Link gave his final sigh and ruffled the boy's white hair, receiving a small squeak of surprise from him.
"How will I ever put up with you?"
"So…is that a yes?"
"As long as it won't cause havoc."
Allen grinned. "Oh come on, a little water won't hurt anyone."
It was Link's turn to grin, a rare action he found himself doing. He knew whatever the boy was planning would lead them both into trouble. But heck, even he will admit that he too is aching for some fun.
Back at the lounge…
"I'm boooored," whined Timothy who decided to join the exorcist after his daily lessons along with Marie. "And hooooot."
"I know Timothy, I know," said Lenalee as she ruffled the nine-year-old's hair, which is already drenched in sweat. She waved her Chinese fan at his face, which the boy seemed to like.
"And to think this will go on for an entire week," said Marie wiping the sweat off his forehead with an already damp rag.
At this everyone sighed. Mother Nature must really hate them.
"That's it. I'm not gonna deal with this," Lavi said as he got up and marched out of the room, leaving everyone, even Kanda, curious as to what he is up to.
Lavi came back minutes later with a record player and some record cds in his arms.
"Lavi, what are you doing?" asked Bookman. The rest were wondering the same thing.
"Getting some humor in everyone's system in replacement with this heat," the redhead explained setting up the record player.
"You're going to humor us with music?" Kanda sneered, thinking the idea was stupid. "Not to mention old music?"
"Aren't we not allowed to play music?" asked Miranda worriedly.
"Correction, the council told us not to play loud music," Lavi pointed out. "As long as the music isn't loud then we're fine."
"I don't know," pondered Lenalee. "We might still get in trouble."
"Trust me, once you listen to these babies you'll forget about the heat in an instant." The redhead began taking out the record cd from its cover and placed it on the record player.
"Che. I still think it's stupid," muttered the grumpy samurai.
"We'll see about that Yu-chan," Lavi grinned as he turned the device on.
And true to his words, the group began cracking up just as the first song was played and the thought of how desperately hot the weather is quickly left their minds. Yu Kanda however, found the song and its lyrics annoying and stupid, but seeing as how it seemed to distract him more than the blasted heat, he decided to put up with it. For now.
And none of them know just what will await them in the next few hours by our favorite white haired exorcist.
And that concludes chapter one.
Just what the heck is Allen up to? We'll find out soon.
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