Ok so this is my first try at a fic for –man that I happened to come up with on a whim one day while daydreaming in class. Hope you like I tried to make the first chap as long as possible but it did not worked out so well I will try to make it longer in the future.
Now there will be some of you that recognize this fic and that is because my last account messed up so I had to start a new one and I had to delete my story from my last one as well and put it on this one, I also changed the title. Oh and before I forget:
Talking: "Baka" Thinking: 'Baka'
Disclaimer- I do not own d gray man or any of its characters and if I did than I wouldn't be bothering to write this story. Cause I'd be watching/reading it not writing about it.
Title:
-Knock Out-
"And further more you had no right to allow the hoard of people onto the
Ark! Much less use it!" The red faced Inspector Leverreir all but screamed out at the depressed Allen.
The deranged man didn't seem to notice the clenching and unclenching gloved fist of his victim.
The white hared exorcist had been seething with anger ever since he first set foot into the small dark room that he now sat in with members of the Crow standing in the shadows ready to take action if the need aroused. The young boy was now slumped down in his seat as if in an attempt to disappear. His white gloved left hand was pressed over his scared left eye, kneading his forehead in an attempt to subdue the ever growing headache he now had for the 6th time that week, the visible right eye a half closed gray ocean.
"ALLEN WALKER ARE YOU LISTENING!?! Or should I be saying the 14th? You do realize that you're on the verge of losing all control over that Ark of yours!?!" Leverreir voice rose impossibly higher as he said this.
Allen's head snapped up both of his deep gray eyes full of pure hate and loathing. "You know if you just took one second too think then you'd understand that if I hadn't of allowed those two people onto the ark than they'd be dead right now, and now you're calling two people a hoard!?! AND DONT YOU EVER CALL ME THAT BASTARD AGAIN!!!! I AM NOT HIM AND I NEVER WILL BE! GOT THAT!?!" Allen roared out at the slightly cringing Leverreir.
His face was one of shock at the boy's sudden rage and left him slightly put off for a moment, but he quickly regained his stern expression once the initial shock left him.
There was an ominous silence as the two regarded each other with loathing stares (one that Allen won) before Leverreir seemed to finally regain his voice.
"No matter two people or a hundred they'd all be glad to give their lives for our cause, and you be best to know that well Walker for next time it won't be so easy for you if it is to happen again." The man stated unable to raise his voice anymore with the loathing look the cursed exorcist was still directing at him with increasing intensity.
Allen had never heard anything more preposterous 'they'd be glad to give up their lives? He thought angrily to himself Ha! If only you'd seen the utterly horrified looks the two had you wouldn't be sayin that. Not even close' His thoughts continued in this manner all the while still glaring at the older man with a blank expression.
Leverreir was still fidgeting slightly at Allen's stare and mentally sighed with relief when the young boy turned his head away to stare blankly at the wall to his left.
Allen was oblivious to the fact that his right hand now dripped a steady stream of blood as his fingernails dug through the thin fabric of his glove and pierced the soft flesh underneath in the form of a bloody fist. His forehead now emitting a steady dull throb, which seemed to block out and confuse his train of thought, as if trying to subdue his consciousness and take it over.
"Baka" he muttered to himself "completely and utterly stupid. That's what you are." Allen continued to speak in this manner not quite registering the fact that he was speaking loud enough for the whole room to hear him.
Leverreir glared at the white haired boy now lividly throwing insults at him one after another. He was now getting pent up with even more annoyance with the cursed boy than ever before.
With new found confidence (as Allen was no longer glaring daggers at him) Leverreir raised his voice.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!! I am not going to have no lowly NOAH speak of me in that manner! I auto have you-"
That did it.
There was a sickening crunch and a grunt of pain as Leverreir voice was suddenly cut off. The man was thrown across the room from the impact where he hit the far wall in between two Crows who jumped to the side, slumping down the wall in an awkward position between them where he laid with a bloody and apparently broken nose. A large dark bruise already forming from the bridge of his nose up to the center of his forehead, like a big purple mask.
Allen was now standing with his right arm extended before him hand clenched in a tight fist, the white fabric of his glove a ruby red now as the cuts on his palm bled profusely from the pressure of the impact of his fist meeting Leverreir face.
His breathing was somewhat raged and labored as if he had just expelled an enormous wall of pressure from himself. That pressure being Leverreir, all Allen's subconscious could come up with to relieve this pressure was to shut the man up. Thus the reason for involuntarily punching the older man out cold.
And now that he had Allen felt as if it had taken all of his strength to do so. Of course he knew that that wasn't the case. The fact still remained that if he had used all of his strength in the blow the man would be dead right now Wait he didn't even know if the man was still breathing. Was he dead?
Allen quickly glanced in Leverreir direction and saw the man twitch slightly, a sign of life, and was immediately both relieved and disappointed?
Allen let his still clenched fist fall to his side; he wasn't sure whether he should feel good or bad about punching Leverreir in the first place no matter how annoyed he was. But now he was debating with himself whether it was a good or a bad thing if the guy had been dead?
'Well I had warned the guy not to call me HIM in the first place, right?' Allen thought to himself trying to put logic into what he had done.
'This headaches defiantly getting to me' he concluded at last as he turned an apologetic smile to the nearest Crow surrounding the room. Allen was actually quite surprised that none of the black hooded figures had reacted, in any way prier to him punching the man they were supposed to be guarding, in any way noticeable.
"Umm I guess I should be saying sorry" Allen said sheepishly in a low bow "for punching Mr. Leverreir that is."
Allen looked up and blinked in confusion when the Crow he was directing his apology to began to chuckle good naturally. "It's quite alright Mr. Walker the man was a bit of a pain, if you know what I mean" the hooded figure said once his chuckles had died down.
"Tao?" Allen asked now recognizing the voice behind the dark hood. "Yes, indeed it is me Mr. Walker, and I must say what a way to meet once more." The Crow said as he lowered the black veil to revile a young man's face in his early twenties with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes a wide smile upon his face.
The other three Crow followed suit, removing their hoods to show faces that of which Allen recognized as well, all of them smiling just as widely as Tao. He had long ago learned the names and faces of many of the Crow now at Head Quarters through the various missions he would be sent on with them. And it had come as a surprise to him just how, well human they were, in how they acted and spoke towards him. One might even say they acted more human than Kanda did, although that was not saying much with the way Kanda acted towards others in the first place.
In any case Allen had found himself making friends with many of them, so seeing a friendly face in a situation like this was both surprising and somewhat embarrassing considering his earlier actions.
Allen quickly turned to the other three Crow in embarrassment and bowed deeply to each exclaiming an apology to each one in turn before rising and apologizing once again to them all at once for the way he acted earlier, feeling slightly foolish for it now. The four men simply laughed at his response not in the least bit angry or mad in any way. Making Allen much less nervous about the fact of him punching their, as Allen saw it, higher up (AKA Leever ranks higher than them. I think=)
Speaking of...
Allen then peered at the still unconscious Leverreir and turned back to Tao asking what he should do about the unconscious man, but before he could get a response he suddenly felt nauseous as his headache abruptly amplified without warning causing him to yell loudly in pain, his vision getting blurry and darkening as black spots started to cover his vision.
'He deserved it' sneered a voice in his head, a voice that Allen had long ago learned to expect and ignore during his now frequent headaches, even if it didn't stop him from jumping slightly when the foreign consciousness enveloped itself throughout his mind like a coiling snake. 'You know you felt good after hitting him. You can't deny it' said the voice again not as a question but as a fact, but of course received neither answer nor acknowledgement. 'Come on don't tell me you're going to ignore me again?' Continued the voice seeming amused by the cold shoulder it was receiving, laughing coldly as he did so.
Again no answer.
'Huuuuhh… I suppose there's no use in continuing this most productive discussion' said the voice in a cold mocking tone seeming to be fading away. 'I hope we may talk again sometime… Sometime soon.' sighed the voice quietly before fading completely into darkness.
Allen felt his headache abruptly subside as the 14ths consciousness slipped away till he could no longer feel the Noah's presence but as a dim presence in the back of his head. It felt unnerving for Allen to know that the 14th could easily at any point take over his body and mind. The only question was why hadn't he already done so? Was he waiting for the perfect moment when everyone would least expected it? Or was there something preventing the stronger being from taking over just yet?
'That has to be it' thought Allen 'something must be holding the 14th back! But what is it?' His thoughts began trailing off as he pondered this new hopeful prospect. He gradually became dimly aware of low voices in the background and as his vision cleared he realized with shock that he was lying in a curled up ball on the cold wood floor.
"What…" he began to say when he noticed a young girl leaning over him. She was about his age with silky black hair that had a greenish tint to it and fell gently to her shoulders. Her eyes were the most extraordinary violet and it looked as if she were on the brink of crying as they were rimed with fresh tears threatening to spill as they focused blurrily upon Allen.
'LENALEE!' Exclaimed Allen mentally his eyes widening. Allen sat up, inwardly hitting himself for making her worry about him so much all the time. She all ready has too much to worry about thought Allen memories of the terrible battle with the first level 4 akuma racing through his head.
But he couldn't worry about that right now first he had to find out what just happened; the headaches never made him black out before He would have to tell Komui, but first he had to get out of here before Leverreir woke up.
Lenalee stared at Allen with bleary eyes as he sat up into a sitting position and peered up at her with what was clearly an apologetic expression. 'What does he have to feel sorry for?' She thought miserably 'I'm the one that can't help him so what is he sorry for?'
She watched as Allen looked about the room and leaned onto his right hand to stand up but in the middle of the action snapped his hand up from the floor crying in pain and stared at the hand like he didn't even know what it was. It was then that Lenalee noticed that the once white glove on the hand was covered in crimson and was dripping a steady stream of it onto the dark wood floor. Her eyes widened as they focused on the wound tears suddenly spilling forth.
'Now they weren't only interrogating him constantly but they were hurting him! Why hadn't Allen ever told anyone? There has to be a reason!' She repeated the thought over and over in her head as if doing so would make the still dripping blood vanish and make everything alright again. Lenalee looked up at Allen face before half blind with tears she was propelling herself towards him.
Allen looked up from his injured hand; it had taken him a moment to register just where the wound had come from before memories of the past few hours came flooding through his train of thought.
A soft sob got Allen's attention; he looked up just in time to see Lenalee falling towards him hands held out in front of her, and suddenly found himself in a tight embrace.
Lenalee's momentum caused Allen to topple over so as that the female exorcist was practically laying on top of the white haired boy, now sobbing quietly as she still held on to him.
Allen could feel the heat of Lena lees body pressed against his making him blush madly like a ripe tomato. He shifted his head to the side so as that he could get in a better position to sit up but as luck would have it he abruptly found himself face to face with the teary eyed girl.
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Ok so hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Remember this is my first try at a -man fic so please feel free to give me any sort of pointers as to how I could improve my story in the future. Oh and because of the fact that my story got deleted it will take me a few days to be able to get the next chapter up and hopefully it wont delete itself again. Until then please enjoy this wonderful chapter to your hearts content^_^