Dgrayman does not belong to me, of course.
Yullen fluff in the later chapters! Allen will be portrayed as a very dangerous creature later on…
Blinded by oblivion, slashed by unknowing betrayers, perhaps it was life. Bitter, backstabbing, hurting… Beyond the darkness, the boy stares out, his eyes clouded over with hatred. He knows he'll get revenge someday. His body, broken and shattered by relentless humans, was bloodied and dirt-covered. The stabbing hurt he felt in his heart increases until there was nothing left in his soul, just an empty pit of vengeance, except for the lingering hurt that remained in his silver irises.
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Centuries, or decades passed and he wakes up from his long slumber of reborn. Technology started growing rapidly, and human population increased drastically. However, as he observes, the new generation seemed less superstitious than the one forty years ago. They were somewhat oblivious and drifty, and could let things slip past their minds in a split second. Slowly, he lets down his guard and begins to venture the new streets with no blemishes. He sees nothing but vengeance that was harbored lovingly for the past years.
The wounds that had been inflicted on his porcelain skin had disappeared, leaving nothing but almost invisible scars. But he is emotionally wounded, his mind still as young as ever. His physical looks did not change with the same radiance and beauty of an eighteen year old. He feels no aging within him, just the lightness of youth. He is eighteen, after all.
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The boy wandered around the city, his silver-grey eyes looking around curiously. His sense of incredible hearing and his forte to smell out a single element in a crowd of millions had not completely faded away in the years. They seemed to be sharper than ever, his sense of smell smelling the pulse of blood in the humans around him, his hearing picking up the scuttle of cockroaches in the garage of someone's home exactly ten kilometers away.
Leaning against a wall, he eyed on the posters on the pillar, before one caught his eye. "RUNNING FOR CAPITAL GOVERNMENT LEADER" it read boldly. A picture of a man, around his forties stared from the poster, his gleaming teeth visible from a few feet away. It was shocking how the descendant of the Udari family looked exactly like the last generation's, the same sly look and the evil glint in his eyes. A triumphant smirk cast itself on the boy's face.
Right, his prey. He'd nearly forgotten.
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Kanda Yuu set his distasteful gaze on the posters on the backstreet alley, fighting the impulse to take a marker and draw on the darned Mr. Vendular Udari's face. Everywhere in Tokyo seemed to have his face, from the toilet bowls to rubbish bins. Udari was obviously famous for his award-winning smile. Kanda scoffed at the face was he walked past the many Udari-printed posters.
Nineteen years old. Tall, remarkably beautiful for a male, also known as "the only one worth to die over" in his night school. That described Kanda Yuu perfectly. He was gorgeous, from his long flowing hair to his electrifying glare. However, he was distant and rude, and obviously extremely ungentlemanly. No one could actually picture a smile on his pale lips, 'cos it was completely impossible. Kanda always had a perpetual frown on his face.
As he walked on, he noticed a hooded person walking towards him, his eyes partially covered by the brown material. The person had brownish-bronze hair, unkempt and untidy. His jacket's sleeve was folded up casually, up to the upper forearms. But it wasn't the flawless snow-white skin that made him stare, it was the alarming red patterns that danced up to the boy's left hand to his middle forearm. The symbols seemed oddly familiar…
The person walked by Kanda, ignoring him completely. Kanda shook his head in confusion. Why did the patterns make him stand rooted to the ground? They looked somewhat threatening… After Kanda had cursed under his breath, and started to go on his way again, he couldn't help but look back again. The weird boy was staring at his back, huge silver eyes glowing under the hood.
Kanda frowned and hurriedly grabbed his books off the discarded cupboard where he had placed them there earlier. At this rate, he'd be late for his class.
It was 11.11P.M…
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"Number 520, you are late!" Mrs. Mizukine emphasized on the dreadful word. As Kanda slipped into his seat, not bothering to even apologize or greet the teacher. "Detention for you until tomor—"
"I'm sorry," a smooth voice interrupted. "I'm a new student."
All heads turned to look at the 'intruder'. Some students rolled their eyes. Great, a new student… New students were always troublesome to the class but not at all to Mrs. Mizukine(she calls students by register numbers, therefore there was no need to remember their names). A boy stood at the door of the classroom, his silver eyes flashing, his bronze-red hair lit by moonlight. He was as flawless as Kanda himself, but more breath-taking.
"My name is Allen Walker," he introduced as the teacher beckoned him to. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused by my presence, I'll probably be gone in five months." Allen's voice was flat and empty but had a ring of authority around it. Mrs. Mizukine grimly nodded.
"You'll be number—"she cut off as she peered at the list. "521, next to Kanda Yuu, now."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the new boy as he slid into the seat next to the dark-haired male and leaned forward, his silvers studying everyone calmly as lesson resumed. Kanda stiffened as he recognized the scarred hand. The guy he saw earlier…
Allen turned to look at him, a hint of an empty smile on his very pale lips. "Hello again," he greeted casually. "Kanda."
Kanda glanced at him in a split second before looking away, seeming very absorbed in his History text. Just as he was convincing himself that he would only be the partner of the familiar boy, Mrs. Mizukine cleared her throat. "Number 520! You'll guide 521 around the campus today, instead of detention!"
"What the hell?" Kanda complained. But the teacher wasn't accepting any excuses. "You'll do it, unless you want to get the Green Form!"
Everyone sniggered. The Green Form was the reference to "trip to the principal office". It wasn't really a threat to anyone, actually.
Kanda sighed, putting his head on his table, exhausted. Why did he get this feeling that he had gotten himself into a very dangerous position?
A/N:
I didn't really elaborate on what kind of creature Allen is, 'cos I want to keep the suspense for later :D But I'm just going to hint that he'll kill someone real soon. Why 11.11P.M? That time is a special one; I'll mention more in the next chapter.
I've got a feeling that this fiction is going to be extremely exciting in the later chapters… Reviews!
-Skitter