AN: Hi again, this is rated T for teen because of some British cussing, not British cussing, an eternally PMS-ing Kanda, action, blood, and some gay love that some viewers may find disturbing. There are original characters (OC) and some out of character-ness (OOC). Please don't shoot me for that, I know that some people hate OCs and OOCness, but it just went with the plot and how the D. Gray-man cast play in my imaginary television. I do not, nor will I ever own D. Gray-man or any of its character, no matter how much I cry. I am not, but maybe in my dreams, make money off of doing this. Please enjoy. Oh, forewarning, sorry for any grammer or spelling errors that may occur during the story or its following chapters. I only have notebook, so my options are limited. Now, really, please enjoy the workings of my head.
Prince Albert of the kingdom of Solendria ran with all his might, not caring if his faithful and loyal servant to a fault Allen was keeping up or not. The only thought that was still in his mind kept banging against his skull to do as it was telling him to do. 'Run as fast as you can and don't look back. If you look back now you will be captured by pirates. Let them have the servant boy with the deformed arm, as long as they do not catch you than you will be fine.' This was the thought that kept ringing, gonging, shouting in his head. 'Run away.'
Allen on the other hand, the servant boy with the deformed arm running close behind this selfish prince, had no desire to be captured by the pirates, prince's thoughts or otherwise. Since he was so much more fit than the fat prince Albert, Allen easily kept up with his prince. 'But if it is for the kingdom, than I shall do what must be done,' the servant thought solemnly, his loyalty to his prince blinding him to his own predicament. 'Keep the prince safe and the kingdom will be safe, if only for the moment.'
What he still couldn't wrap his head around though, as he whipped around a corner following the prince, was how in all the bloody blazes the pirates had managed to find them. True, they were at one of the Solendria royal family's summer homes, but the prospect of actually having them show up here was disconcerting to say the least. The bad luck of it all was enough to make the bones in his young body quiver in fear. 'Maybe they didn't have good luck', he suddenly thought, 'maybe it was somebody that ratted us out.' This sent an even worse shiver through his entire body thinking about it.
Allen was suddenly torn out of thoughts by a rough voice shouting, "There they are!" and the heavy cluncking footsteps that followed.
"Run faster my Lord!" Allen urged the prince, giving a little shove in the back.
"Don't touch me, servant boy!" the prince barked automatically before he wheezed in another breath, "I'm running *huff puff* as fast as I can, stupid boy!" Nevertheless, the prince put up one extra boost of speed, suprising Allen the slightest. 'It looks like even the fear of pirates can make a cow run faster,' he couldn't help but think.
The footsteps behind them grew louder and louder until Allen swore he could feel someone's breath on his neck. He paniced, and in a feet of strenghth worthy of Superman, swung the obese prince on his back and ran even faster. That goes to show how fast and strong he was, carrying 230 pounds of dead weight. "How in all the bloody blazes are you able to so this?" Albert shouted in the ear of his servant/savior. The servant shook his head, needing all of his energy to carry the prince and run like the devil himself was at their heels.
"They're getting away!" he heard someone shout behind them.
"Run faster you idiot!" the prince yelled in his ear, kicking him in the sides like he was some kind of horse. Although this DID NOT help, Allen did do as he was commanded, running the fastest he had ever run before. This was how he couldn't stop in time from crashing into the waiting arms of three pirates. He barreled them over, taking himself and the prince along with them.
As Allen tried to squirm out from under an unconcious prince, the three pirates loomed over him, casting shadows of fear on his heart. One was wearing a berret and had flippy hair and looked Chinese, another was younger and closer to Allen's age with firey red hair that was held back by a headband and had an eyepatch. The last one was the meanest looking, about the same age as the red headed one except with long, straight black hair pulled into a tight high ponytail with long bangs, looked Japanese, and had one pissed off looking scowl on his face.
"You look like more trouble than you're worth," the angry looking one growled at him, "But at least your face in pretty enough to put up to market. Even with that scar, but the arm might make it hard to find a good dealer."
"Oh don't be so harsh Kanda!" the one with the berrett chimed cheerfully, "You know as well as I do that I could use another slave to help me with my work. Plus he looks about the same age as Lenalee, so maybe he could keep her company. I'd like to perform some experiments too, that arm might hold something valuable~!"
"You just want him to do your work for you, Komui," the red head with the eyepatch said, "I think I could use him to help me with my documenting, or we could simply keep each other company in the night." Allen's face turned beet red, either with the lack of oxygen to his lungs or that knowing wink and smirk. Most likely a mixture of both, since he was about ready to pass out.
"Either way Lavi, you had better give him over to me, since he looks strong enough to sell," the one called Kanda said in a warning kind of voice, like there would be Hell to pay if he didn't give Allen over to him. 'You just want me for the nights too,' Allen thought with instant dislike of the pirate.
"Maybe, but I still want him for myself," the one called Lavi said, "He has such pretty white hair, I want to see more or him." In Allen's opinion, he didn't like this pirate either. He just wanted to use him for bad things. Allen was a lot of things, and he was proud to be still called a virgin. That would most likely change though, if he were to go with the eyepatch.
"But I want him because I think that Lenalee needs a new friend. And I don't wanna do all that work~," Komui whined. 'What a childish man,' Allen thought, the blurriness of his vision taking him on all sides. He heard the pirate's voice in the back of his mind, and felt the three sets of eyes on him as Komui said, "Well, none of us can have him if we let him suffocate beneathe this fatty. Let's get him off him."
The last thought Allen had before he let the darkness take him was, 'Being kidnapped by pirates...that sucks.'
