Hey! This is care-free kitten with another d gray man story!

I want to point out that the story is very AU, except for the fact that Allen can rip out peoples souls [not just noahs]

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"Mommy," Allen said as he looked up at his mother who was currently flirting with an unknown man. "I'm thirsty." He stated, clear and to the point.

The unknown man laughed and smiled at him, "Want me to get you some?" He asked obviously trying to impress his mother who smiled admiringly at him for his suggestion.

Truthfully Allen did not care who got his juice, in fact he didn't care that his mother was flirting with this unknown man. Allen's father died the night before they had gotten on this cruise ship, his father had committed suicide by slicing his wrists. He didn't care, Allen was an impassive person, he didn't feel the need to love his family because they were going to die eventually anyway and would hinder him emotionally. Allen was young, only 7, but he was very mature. He had people do things for him, he shouldn't do it himself if some idiot was going to do it for him. He didn't care or cry when people died.

And so, Allen did not care who got his juice so he said, "sure."

The man came back with a cup in hand; it was orange juice, with extra pulp. Disgusting. Regardless he took a sip and walked away with it, allowing his mother to continue her flirting.

It took all of about 10 steps for Allen to feel a burst of pain and fall to the ground. People surrounded him while his mother went on about an ambulance. Everything was blurry except for the man that his mother used to be flirting with. Why would he of all people be perfectly clear? Soon he regained his senses and stood up; his mother was still whining but the man picked him up and carried him to an infirmary type place.

"Are you ok?" The man asked seeming concerned.

"Who are you?" Allen said still dazed.

"I'm Brian, and don't worry you're going to be ok." He smiled at Allen as Allen drifted to sleep.

Allen woke up and Brian was still there. "Where's my mom?" Allen asked, although he didn't really care.

"She was tired, too much excitement for one day. You know you're lucky, not everyone could survive poison like you can." He shrugged as though it did not matter.

"I was poisoned," Allen said, not to Brian but to himself. Then he spoke to Brian, "You poisoned me." He stated it, a fact, not an accusation.

"Yes." Brian said again thinking it was no big deal. "You know," Then Brian's face lit up. "You don't care when people die because you are a weapon to kill them."

Allen wasn't stupid, but he knew that Brian was telling the truth. Allen knew that it was unhealthy to not give a damn about anyone, including himself. So why not? He could kill people if he wanted and not feel bad about it. He probably wouldn't get caught either because he was a genius. He could be a weapon.

"You've killed people?" Allen asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes, with my power. Those people include your father." Brian smirked.

Although normal people would have lashed out at Brian, Allen did not. He did not lash out because of two things, one, he could not possibly fight Brian without knowing what his power is. And two, he didn't care that Brian killed his father; he was more interested in what Brian's power was.

"I see you are curious about my power. I'll tell you just because of one thing." Brian said as if he were about to reveal the secret of life.

"What's that?" Allen asked, wanting to know what the hell made him so special.

"The poison. You survived it. Unless you have powers you won't live after drinking that. You see the only reason you were in pain is because your powers are dormant but once we awaken them and train some you won't even know that you drank poison." Brian sighed happily.

Allen waited a few minutes until he got bored of Brian's silence and asked "So, what is your power?"

"Mine?" He thought for a second, "Invisible knives." Allen looked at him confused. "Well, at least that sounds cool. I don't have a name or anything for it, but I can explain it. I can cut people, anywhere I want, without touching them. I can slice off their limbs and cut them open. Pretty cool huh?" He smiled widely.

"I guess." Allen said, truthfully he did think it was cool. He wondered what his power was.

"ALLEN!" His mom shouted as saw he was awake. "Are you ok sweetheart?"

Allen nodded. Brian leaned close to Allen and whispered, "You want to know what your powers are?" Allen nodded as Brian continued, "Well now is the perfect chance. Picture your mother dying, in any way you can. Suffocation, burning, having internal organs extracted, anything that comes to mind. Then it'll happen, but only if you pick the one that corresponds with your power. For example if you picture her suffocating but you have a power that sets her on fire, nothing will happen. So just picture what you feel, not what you want."

His mother heard every word. She looked scared and nervous. "Guys," She took a step backwards, "you're just playing a game right? You don't really want to hurt me, right?" Allen laughed, not an evil laugh but a funny laugh; he thought this was hilarious! He was actually happy at his mother's misfortune. In fact he enjoyed it. There was seriously something wrong with him, but he didn't care. Whatever it was that made him feel this way was powerful and who was he to stop such a thing.

Allen concentrated on his mother and her dying; the only thing that came to mind was . . .

A blood curdling scream pierced through the room as his mother fell to her knees, empty, soulless.

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For those who want yullen tell me, and for those who want them to only be friends I can do that too.

I haven't written the next chapter and wont until I get some feedback. :)