Must I say this? Honestly, I don't see the point of saying something so freakin' obvious.
Well, fine. I don't own D.Gray-Man. Happy now?
Oh, and this fic will be in Allen's, um, Ellen's POV unless otherwise stated.
I couldn't believe it.
I mean, yeah, I knew my legal guardian, aka Cross bloody Marian, was a bastard.
But I never thought that he'd abandon me.
Well, fine, he didn't abandon me. He just packed me off to boarding school.
Boarding school. I kid you not.
Not just any boarding school either. No, he just had to pick Black Order Academy.
Apparently that school was his alma mater. He'd managed to get himself expelled in three weeks.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. The point was, his decision to send me there meant the end of life as I knew it. For me, anyway. And possibly him because I couldn't pay his debts.
So there I was, standing in the school's front courtyard. Which was huge, I'm telling you. It was more like the entrance to some celeb's mansion, not the entrance to a boarding school. OK, the most prestigious boarding school in England, but still...
The paved entranceway had these immaculately manicured flower beds growing around it. Huge trees were growing along the sunny walkway. They seemed to be there just for show, but they were also providing the sunny path with some shade, like a huge green canopy. As unlike my old school as you could get. No gardens there. Nuh-uh. Instead, there were empty Coke cans blowing around in the freezing cold wind, plus there were all these disgusting pigeons landing their droppings everywhere.
Well, at least that school wasn't full of snobby, self-obsessed preps. At least I had some friends there. At least I had liked the place.
But what choice did I have but to stay at Black Order Academy?
So I picked up my miserable, battered little suitcase and made my way to the main entrance.
It was just as impressive on the inside as well as on the outside. I wasn't too sure, but I could've sworn that the floor was made of marble.
"Um-hi. Ellen Walker, isn't it?"
I turned around to see a smiling girl about my age. She was wearing an incredibly short miniskirt, (I found out later that it was part of the school uniform) frilly white blouse and tie. She had long dark green hair, tied into two pigtails. They looked kind of whorish (A/N: Well, they do. Sorry, Lenalee fans) paired with the miniskirt, but she seemed nice enough.
"The one and only," I replied, returning her smile. I wasn't counting on making new friends here but hey, a good first impression never hurts, does it?
"Lenalee Lee," she said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I couldn't help noticing that her nails were bitten down to tiny stubs. "I'm going to be showing you around."
XxX
Normal POV
The day before,Ellen came, Kanda and Tiedoll were having a lovely discussion in Tiedoll's car. But of course, we all know what it means to have a two-way conversation with Kanda, right?
Kanda's POV
"I said NO you sentimental old fool!" I snapped, "I will not go to a boarding school! Not if I have a say in it! And it's my life, I get a say in it!"
"But there's where you're wrong," Tiedoll said, wagging a finger in my face, "You have no choice" – the car stopped and Tiedoll looked out the window- "Oh, we're here."
"Where is 'here', pray tell?" I asked sarcastically. One of these days, I was going to draw my katana and slaughter my foster father- No, cut him to tiny, microscopic pieces, and then stack, no, throw said pieces into a neat pile and burn the whole lot.
But before that, I would torture him very, very slowly and brutally.
Tiedoll merely smiled and pointed outside. I grudgingly opened the door. My eyes widened a fraction.
How could he DO this to me? Black Order Academy? Oh, man, when I was through with him, he'd be dragged off to the A&E bloodied and screaming for hep.
Turning back to the car, I bent and glared straight at him. I unsheathed my katana, the little sunlight that was not blocked by my body glinting off the blade. He smiled innocently.
"Che. If it wasn't for the fact that you're my foster father, you'd be bleeding on the ground right now," I snarled, wishing that I could put chivalry aside for once.
I sheathed my katana, then spun around, bashing my head on the roof of the car. Then I turned to glare daggers at the snickering old man. Shaking in complete fury, I restrained myself from strangling him and got out my suitcase from where that sentimental idiot had stuffed it.
I decided that I was going to enter that school and meditate at the first opportunity lest I murder someone. It felt like this day couldn't get any worse, but no, it could.
"YUUUUUUUU-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!" yelled Lavi, glomping me.
I drew Mugen and he backed off immediately. The baka usagi began talking to me. That's right – he spoke, not me. I do not speak to the likes of him as it is below me. Che. Apparently, the usagi was going to the same school, Black Order Academy, as me.
Damn it.
He bounded to the front gate and bounced in. Yes, bounced in. Literally.
I followed the baka usagi into the academy to see the principal, whose name I cannot be bothered to remember. One of the staff, a male who was carrying a large stack of papers, showed us to the principal's office. The office was, to put it subtly, untidy. The teacher woke the snoring principal who, right on cue, woke up, screaming something like "NOOO!! LENALEE!!"
I watched the spectacle unfold, hiding my amusement. As soon as the principal realized what he was doing, he attempted to make us feel at home.
Che. Attempted being the key word of course.
After which he went through his incredibly messy table and informed us that we were roommates.
Of course, I had a decidedly violent reaction to that. Who wouldn't? The years I would be spending in Black Order Academy, in the same room with that baka usagi!
But of course, the principal won and we were sent to our room where we unpacked our stuff and spent the rest of the day exploring the school and wrecking rooms, fifteen rooms, to be exact.
The next day…
We discovered that Lenalee was the principal little sister and her knowing of any room-wrecking that happened to be our fault would mean that she would bash our heads with her clipboard. We also found that we could not complain to the principal because he had a sister-complex. Che.
After our first try at convincing the principal, we gave up and tried to restrain our room-wrecking. But this time, I couldn't stop myself. No, that baka yaro braided my hair. And tied it with a pink ribbon.
So I unsheathed my katana and chased the rabbit around cursing him to the fiery depths.
I was so engrossed in pursuing him that I didn't notice that we had entered the girls' dormitories. A girl with short, silver hair was in the room but I didn't take the time to scrutinize her because I was trying to kill Lavi.
The baka usagi screeched a 'sorry'.
And that's when the girl kicked us where it hurts.
XxX
As it turned out, Lenalee was the principal's little sister, who caused her no small amount of embarrassment. On a daily basis. Mostly due to some sis-com he'd developed. This also explained why she didn't want to take me to her brother's office and instead dragged me off to the room we'd be sharing.
Between an insane guy on crack (which was how she'd described her brother) and our room, believe me; I'd have taken the insane guy.
Incidentally, I liked insane people. They made life so much more interesting.
Oh, I appreciated the fact that she'd gone to the trouble of specially fixing up her room just for the new kid -me- but did she really have to add in the glittery dressing table? Was the daisy-patterned wallpaper really necessary? And –most horrific of all- the two sugary-pink canopy beds. Patterned with little purple hearts, no less.
Gag me.
OK, I thought to myself, taking a deep breath. So you and Lenalee are different. Really different. But that doesn't mean you can't get along with her, right?
"Wow, Lenalee," I said, putting on a smile which I hope she didn't notice was completely forced. "It's great."
She beamed. "I knew you'd like it. So I guess I'll leave you to unpack. Bye!"
I sat on my bed. I didn't feel like unpacking yet. It had been a really long train ride, and all I wanted to do was catch some Z's.
Then I looked out the window. Our room had an awesome view of the gardens. It was so totally unlike me, but I continued admiring them. Maybe it was because I was so tired, but I, Ellen Walker, felt totally at peace…
Well, right up to the point where a redheaded guy dashed into my room, begging to hide him from 'him'… whoever 'he' was.
Well, I soon found out.
"DAMN YOU, BAKA USAGI!!" a Japanese guy with an incredibly long braid tied with a hot pink ribbon yelled, holding a katana to said redhead's neck.
"EEEEK!! I'M SORRY!!" he screamed in response, sounding remarkably like a girl.
You know what the only thing missing from this scene was? Ashton Kutcher leaping out of nowhere, holding a huge banner, screaming "YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D!"
I waited, but no camera crew or Ashton Kutcher popped up.
Seriously. Why me?
Then I noticed that the Japanese guy was wearing a yukata. Which was open right down to his stomach, providing me with a great view of his extremely well-defined abdominal muscles.
Reluctantly tearing my gaze from his abs, I kneed the both of them where it really hurts.
"OWW!!" the redhead screamed. "MY MANHOOD!"
The Japanese's face was a picture, I can tell you. I would've laughed at it, but laughing could be potentially hazardous to my health right then. For one thing, he was still holding the sword, and although I can hold my own pretty well in a fight, a sword like that, when handled by such a totally ripped guy, could do some serious damage to me.
Fortunately, however, Lenalee walked by, and happened to see this taking place.
"That's the eighteenth room you guys have wrecked this week! And it's my room!" she yelled, smacking them on the head with a clipboard.
"But it's only Tuesday," I piped up.
"I know," she said wearily, putting away her clipboard and placing a black thigh-high boot on Lavi's head. "You'll get used to them. Eventually."
XxX
Five minutes later, we were all standing outside the principal's office.
"Nii-san?" Lenalee said, warily stepping into her brother's office. "You there?"
"AAAHHH! My sweet angel Lenalee has come to see her brother?" a tall, purple-haired guy said, aiming a gun at a few important-looking documents on his desk.
Then he noticed me. "Ah! A new pupil? You're Cross' adopted daughter, aren't you?" he asked, flashing a megawatt smile in my direction.
"Um, yeah," I said, shifting a few overflowing ring files out of my way. "That's me. Ellen Walker. Hi, Mr. Lee."
"Call me Komui," he replied, blowing off a layer of dust on his desk. He suddenly noticed Kanda's hair. "A…braid?"
Kanda pulled his katana out. Komui eep-ed and dropped the subject.
"Lenaleeeee," Lavi complained. "Come on. Kanda was going to have my guts for dinner! Can you bear to see me murdered by my own best friend?"
Komui looked slightly amused. "You know, Lavi," he said, "usually, if someone is your best friend, they actually are willing about it,"
"Che," Kanda said, kicking the door open. "I'm outta here."
"No, you most certainly are not," Lenalee said, dragging him back in by his collar.
Komui blinked. "He isn't?"
Lenalee cleared her throat, put her hands on her hips, and shot her brother a death glare.
"Of course he isn't," Komui amended. "And neither is Lavi. Or Ellen, for that matter."
"What? But I didn't do anything," I protested.
Komui looked at me from over the top of his glasses. "You kicked the two of them in the, um, groin, didn't you?"
"How'd you know?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Honestly, sometimes I think my mouth isn't connected to my brain.
"They're walking like fags," he replied.
Busted.
Resignedly, we all sat on a couch in front of his desk.
"OK," he said, handing out pink slips of paper. "Detention for a week."
My first day at school, and I get detention. The school year was going to be a bundle of fun, I could tell.
Well, apparently, I wasn't alone in feeling that way. Kanda was glaring at me for all he was worth.
"Hey," I said, "don't look at me like that. You were about to kill the guy."
"Che," he snapped back. Clearly not the world's best conversationalist.
Then we reached for the pen on Komui's desk at the exact same time.
And when my hand touched his, I saw…
I saw agony. Death. Suffering. I saw icy cold darkness, intent on swallowing anything and everything that dared to venture into it. I saw flames, fiery, white-hot tongues of flame destroying everything in its path…
Then, finally, I saw blood. Huge crimson pools of it forming everywhere, getting bigger by the second, drowning me, slowly killing me…
I think that's when I fainted.
So how was that for a first chapter?
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Off for a major gabfest with my BFFs over the phone! Byyyyeeee!