Disclaimer: I do not own -man, I am only writing this for the pleasure of myself and my readers. No profit is being made.
Ps. I'm English so if you don't understand the school systems used in my story or any other brit-speak please don't hesitate to ask. I myself have no clue how American schools work…
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Kanda loved the sea it was like him. A vast churning world of ever changing emotions, the sea was mostly calm and indifferent to the world but it got angry easily and once riled it was a not force to be reckoned with. It was deep and dark and cold, the ocean had deep swirling whirlpools which only a few could encounter and survive. Hardly anyone could encounter the oceans full force and still want to go back into the dangerously eddying water.
Only a few people who had encountered Kanda still wanted to be his friend.
Kanda was currently seriously doubting his love of the sea at this moment in time because he was cutting it very close to drowning. He had been walking along the rickety wooden pier that stretched out for about hundred meters into the gray churning sea quite happily, his hair whipped about his head and neck like an angry snake and the wind bit at his face like a pack of starving wolves. Once Kanda had reached the end of the pier the wooden plank he was standing on gave a sickening groan and snapped clean in two. Kanda barely had time to yell before he was plunged into the harsh choking waves of the ocean. He was NOT a happy bunny. Despite loving the sea Kanda had never learnt to swim. Not very clever to be honest and he cursed himself as he sank deeper into the icy talons of the deep.
His world was blacking out; salt water stung at his eyes and forced its way into his mouth and nose. Kanda cursed at the cruel way life worked.
Kanda made the best 'che' sound he could with a mouth full of briny sea water; when the typical glowing light one saw when they came close to death appeared. As the glow made its way towards him Kanda realised that it wasn't a glowing light at all, it was a person.
This person was a young man with hair the same colour as moonbeams and eyes like twin diamonds. The weirdest thing was he had flippers and a pair of gills which pulsed pink on both sides of his ghostly pale neck.
He blinked a pair of transparent eyelids that flicked horizontally across his luminous silver eyes. A snowy webbed hand swam through the gloom and caressed the side of Kanda's rapidly paling face with frozen fingers. The sea-boy lowered his face to Kanda's and attached his mouth onto the drowning man's.
Kanda could have cried with the relief of being able to breathe again. But he was Kanda so he didn't, he just scowled.
Somehow this fish boy was taking in oxygen from the water through his gills and instead of passing it back out through the gills or whatever fish do he was breathing it back out of his mouth. Kanda was getting enough oxygen now and was breathing just fine… apart from he was kissing some underwater fish man which was weirding him out slightly.
The bizarre humanoid sea creature kicked his powerful fins and propelled the soaking man to the surface of the churning gray sea.
Their heads broke the surface of the water. Kanda's hairs shining like midnight ink and the sea-man's like mercury.
"W-who," Kanda managed to splutter out, a copious amount of sea water also spilled from his lips.
The boy pointed to his neck with a delicate finger, the transparent webbing of his hand shimmering slightly. He opened and closed his mouth several times displaying teeth as white as ivory that narrowed to sharp needle like points, the boy obviously couldn't speak.
Still supporting Kanda he kicked his fins and swam him back to shallower waters. He dropped Kanda were he could stand and disappeared back into the sea foam with a flick of translucent fins; leaving Kanda knee-deep in freezing cold sea water.
Kanda's hair had come out of its pony tail and was flopping over his face. Irritably he flicked it away, and glared at a dog walker who was staring at him as if he was the Loch Ness Monster. Muttering to himself Kanda made the cold wet journey home wondering if he was going to end up with pneumonia.
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Once at home Kanda headed straight for the shower, and sighed as the warmth of the water and steam caressed his chilled body. As he washed his long midnight hair free of brine he pondered deeply over the mysterious fish-like man that had rescued him.
He couldn't have possibly been rescued by a man who was half fish; he must have been delirious from the lack of oxygen. Perhaps his mind had created this elaborate trick to explain how he had been washed back to shore by the waves.
Kanda adopted that idea as the most likely scenario and stepped out of the shower groping for a towel through the thick vapor that had clouded his bathroom.
Once dried and dressed Kanda decided to get some of his work out of the way to take his mind off things.
Making his way to his study Kanda sat at his desk and slid the pile of papers he had to mark towards him.
Kanda was a Japanese teacher at his local school and he hated marking papers with a passion. His students always made silly mistakes which any blundering idiot could have corrected, but no they had to make Kanda's life hard and for that he gave them all D minuses.
Once he had completed his work Kanda glanced at the clock, 11:35 PM.
Sleep seemed to be in order, doing just that Kanda retired for the night only to dream of eyes like the moon and fingers of ice.
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Allen Walker hurried about his flat collecting his things for the day as if the very demons of hell were snapping at his heels. He was late for his first day of work at his new teaching post at Black Order High. He was to be the new music teacher after his uncle affectionately known at the Fourteenth (His real name Nea Walker) had retired.
Marian Cross the schools deputy head and Allen's former guardian also forced him into the job to pay off his depts. Komui Lee the Head Master was all too happy to have Allen as his new music professor. He could play a number of instruments and had a few very shiny promising looking degrees which looked good on the school's record. Anyway it was take the job or starve.
Once everything was gathered up he sprinkled a few flakes of goldfish-food into Timcampy's fish bowl and pelted out of the door surprised he didn't break the sound barrier.
Black Order High was just round the corner from Allen's pokey little cottage so the distance wasn't the problem. It was the weather.
Living in a tiny little village by the sea was great in the summer and all, what with the sun, sand and swimming. Winter however was a whole other caboodle.
The wind was fiercer than a rabid tiger and the sea… well Allen liked the sea for many reasons but he didn't enjoy it when it was intent on slapping him around the face on the way to work, which it was now attempting with much vigor.
Allen sprinted along the coastal path on the way to work, the sea wall made sure to flick the waves in just the wrong direction.
Dogging the waves and ducking the sprays Allen rushed through the obstacle course of freezing water and slippery cobble stones making it to school in what he thought was record time… well technically it was seeing as it was his only time so far.
Seeing the tall dark spire of the school's bell tower (what kind of a school had a bell tower?) leering out of the sea-mist towards him Allen couldn't have been happier. School equals dry and warm, it was all good on Allen's list of priorities.
Slipping and sliding into the marble-floored entrance hall Allen skidded right into the reception desk.
"Uh hello?" Allen asked, his voice echoed around the vast room.
"Greetings, you must be Allen Walker!" A very loud and somewhat shrill voice greeted Allen from somewhere behind him.
Allen pivoted on the spot to face what could possibly be the most eccentric man he has ever laid eyes on.
He was tall and slim with dark hair and almost violet eyes glinting behind a pair of evil-professor-specs. He was wearing an odd getup of science gear (a white lab coat and latex gloves) and what appeared to be the most of a suit.
His shoes were shiny and black and clacked along the marble floor. As he approached a pair of mismatched socks -a violent green and a pastel pink- winked at Allen from under his trousers hemline.
Allen blinked… twice.
The smile that had spread across the crazy man's face sent jolts of ice down Allen's spine.
"I'm headmaster Komui Lee!" Komui smiled again and extended a latex covered hand for Allen to shake.
Gingerly accepting the hand Allen forced an uneasy smile and remembered his manners, "Good morning head master, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The headmaster shook Allen's hand possibly a little too vigorously and nodded his head a few times making his glasses glint in the white light of the reception hall.
"The pleasure is all mine, to be honest you've saved our music department Allen! Can I call you Allen?" Komui tilted his head like a bemused puppy.
"Eh… sure!" Allen gave another shaky smile to the Head Master.
"Well then Allen, my lovely little sister will come and show you to your classroom right about-"
As Komui was saying all this a petite girl of around Allen's age entered the room and the headmaster's attention seemed to gravitate towards her.
"Lenalee my sweet!" Komui almost flew towards his sister and firmly attached himself like an octopus.
The girl smiled a smile that lit up her face like a firework, "Morning Brother."
Allen watched all this with wide eyes, standing completely still like a very awkward statue.
Komui's sister soon managed to pry herself free of her brothers clawing clutches of love and made her way over to Allen.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lenalee Lee. I'm the art teacher!" Lenalee's voice was gentle and sweet, she smiled again as she extended her hand for Allen to shake.
Allen smiled in return and shook her hand. Allen noticed that Lenalee had the exact same hair and eye colour as her brother, but her features were more rounded which gave her a softer cutesier look than Komui.
"I'm Allen nice to meet you too," Replied Allen, liking the girl already.
"Shall I show you to your classroom then Allen?" Asked Lenalee.
As they were about to leave Allen felt a claw like hand latch onto his shoulder and he was swiveled to face the maniacal eyes of Komui.
"If you even think about tainting my Lenalee's innocence I'll cut out your tongue and stick it somewhere the sun doesn't shine." Menaced the headmaster.
Allen paled, "Of course not sir, girls aren't really my area anyhow!" Allen put his hands up in the universal surrender sign.
As Komui processed Allen's words it was like a light switch was clicked inside his head, "Oh you're homosexual? That's fine then, off you trot and play nice!" Evil frightening Komui was gone and happy nice Komui had come back which left a very stunned confused Allen.
Allen was pulled from his bemused stupor by the art teacher's amused voice, "Don't worry about him Allen, his bark is worse than his bite!"
Laughing nervously Allen let Lenalee lead him to his new classroom.
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Oh wow hello I'm back! After oooh two years? I just read through and spruced things up a bit. I edited a bit here and there. I'm going to do the same with all of my chapters then continue on with the story, but don't hold your breath!
