Me: -Sigh- I don't even know what to say…er well, I hope you guys don't completely hate me TT-TT Ah well, here's a plot I thought you might enjoy…
Kanda: Che
Lavi: Rai-chii does not own D. Gray Man
Allen: Please enjoy and review please!
Me: Although I'm not really in a position to ask fer 'em..ehe… Ah well, hope you guys enjoy it. I'll probably have some one-shot fluff stuffz prepared for X-Mas and Yullen Week XD.
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Blood Stained Innocence
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Summary: Kanda Yuu was your average, freelance samurai, earning a living by doing what he did best; cutting down those who got in his way with Mugen, his beloved sword. However, all that changed when, one day, he meets a boy by the name of Allen Walker who soon wounds himself in the process of guarding him. Little did he know, saving this boy was the biggest mistake of his life.
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"Listen up now Yuu, you're young and small; but that doesn't mean you can't pack a punch. I want you to train to be the best you can be, alright?"
"Shut up old man, I don't need the likes of you telling me that. And I thought I told you to stop calling me that." A young boy around the age of 8 sulked, wincing as he rubbed a recently acquired cut against a tree.
"Ah, it must be nice to be young."
"You would know, old man."
"-Laugh- Come now Yuu, I want you to go out there and win a fair fight. Don't let that low life get to you. He cheated in an official match, and he'll pay the price with seppuku. Go on now, don't disappoint me young one. I'll be watching." And with that, the man left; leaving the young boy to stare at his retreating figure. The boy grasped his family's heirloom and wiped the sweat off his face; his eye's gleaming with determination. And with that, he walked toward the arena. He would protect that damn geezer as a samurai, as a noble, as his loyal servant.
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A lone man walked down the streets of the abandoned village, his katana sheathed securely by his side. The village had been recently invaded by a group of bandits. The huts were burned down, children and men were mercilessly slaughtered, and women were taken hostage as a means to 'entertain' themselves. They were told that if they do what was commanded of them, there was a chance that their village could be saved, that they'd consider retreating. But when the women cried out in pain at what was being done to them, they realized how foolish they had been to believe these men. How foolish they were to believe that the filthy vermin who continued to rape and torture them to death would ever let them live. Salvation was never found, and innocent lives were lost. Blood-stained hands gripped the sheath of his sword as he stared, disgusted at the sight of the remains of a once prosperous and lively village.
With one last scoff and glance at the place he had used as a refugee the night before the attack, the now grown Kanda Yuu marched away; the memories of their last festival dying within him.
Elsewhere…
"Kagome Kagome, Kago no naka no Tori wa. Itsu Itsu deyaru? Yoake no ban ni Tsuro to kame to subetta. Ushirou no shoumen daare?(1)" A boy dressed in traditional shinobi shozoku, clothing worn by those who practiced ninjitsu or Japanese martial arts, sang quietly. He stared at his reflection in the little stream before giving a face of disgust at what he truly was, a murderer. He chuckled bitterly, ironic wasn't it? His only true talent was the art of painting velvet red onto the bodies of human beings; the art of murder, yet he despised just what he was born to do. He fell to the ground, staring up at the sky. He reached out to the sun with an arm covered in various burn marks, hoping he'd be able to find an escape from this hell, from the hell he had to endure.
"Oi, Walker." He stiffened as he heard his name being called. He rose to his feet and bowed, as was the custom whenever facing your superior.
"Hai, Link-sama?" the Walker boy asked politely, still bowing to the man before him. "Leverrier-sama is requesting that you go to him."
"Hai, I will go immediately." And with that, the boy disappeared in a flurry of dancing leaves.
"-Sigh- Stay on guard…Allen."
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"You called for me, Leverrier-sama?" Allen spoke softly, sitting outside the fusuma(2).
"You are a very remarkable warrior, Walker. Only 15 yet you're one of the most accomplished shinobi in my legion." Leverrier said, a smirk on his face. "However, that's just the problem. You are too powerful for a mere brat such as yourself. We believe that it's wise to dispose of you now while we have the chance." Allen's eyes widen in disbelief. Did he hear correctly? He had served this damn prick for 4 years now, and this is what he gets in return? Ha, justice be damned. They won't be able to get rid of him that easily.
"So Walker, how do you want to depart from this world? Would you like to commit seppuku?"
"Forgive my rudeness Leverrier-sama." Allen said, smiling. "But, I believe seppuku is committed by samurai. And I, my lord, am a shinobi." And with that, he was nowhere in sight.
And down the corridor, a mischievous green eye sparkled with a lust for adventure.
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Allen leapt through the trees, well aware that a slight stop for breath would lead to his demise. He had trained as one of Leverrier's ninja for four years, and he didn't need a demonstration to show him just how powerful they were. He was confident in his skills sure, but one man against an army of skilled warriors meant a suicide worse than seppuku. With a huff of air and an increase of speed, Allen sped off to Asakusa(3), a place he was sure he'd be able to escape to.
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Kanda wandered the streets of Asakusa, watching as children laughed and played, running in various directions as they played a game of tag. He had hoped to find clues about his Master's whereabouts, but no one could supply him with the right information. When he turned the corner, he found an exhausted boy sitting down, gasping desperately for breath. The boy was dressed in shinobi clothing, so he guessed that the boy was playing with other children, or that he was apart of some show being planned. However, the way the kid's eyes narrowed sharply at him told him otherwise. When Kanda was about to open his mouth to question the boy, he found himself being dragged away from that area.
And when they turned a corner only to find a group of shinobi blocking their path, one thought came to mind, the boy was being pursued.
"Now, Walker. Did you honestly think you could escape us?" Leverrier said. "I thought you would've known better. Now, be a good little brat and come with us."
"Who the fuck do you people think you are?" Kanda replied harshly, unsheathing Mugen.
"Oh, a samurai?" Leverrier chuckled. "You come across the most interesting of people, Walker."
"My lord, may I have the honor of dealing with this?"
"Ah, Lavi…But of course you may. You two seem to have been very close. Let's see how you will deal with this situation, my puppet." Allen's eyes narrowed at the read head, a bemused expression falling upon his face.
"Is this a joke, milord?" Allen asked, his eyes wandered from Leverrier to Lavi, then to Kanda.
"What do you want, fucking bean sprout?" Kanda asked rudely. Allen almost chuckled at the man's behavior, but knew better than to take a serious situation so lightly.
"Well fuck, I wanted to avoid this." Allen muttered, he turned his attention to the group of shinobi guarding Leverrier. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Allen asked, getting into his stance. "Come."
(1) A popular children's game in Japan. Translation: Kagome, Kagome, the bird in the cage, when will you come out? In the evening of the dawn, the crane and turtle slipped. Who stands right behind you now?
(2) The slide doors you often see in anime.
(3)A district in Taito, Tokyo, Japan.
Ah ah, that was short…but I guess since it's only the first chapter, I'll let you guys handle the suspense for a bit (don't hurt me?)
Haha, anyway, I hope you guys liked it. Tell me what you think?
~Rai
