Allen walker sat in his usual place for morning prayer, right in the front row. Soft bangs the color of snow fell over his closed eyes as he bowed his head. Delicate fingers ran over each rosary bead as he said his prayers. After prayer he placed himself in the confessional.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned It has been seventeen days since my last confession. I have caused great grief to a dear friend of mine. I have also been at the will of envy, which may or may not have caused this disturbance in my life. Father, do you have any advice that may help me overcome my struggle?"
Allen gripped the hem of his shirt and closed his sparkling silver eyes, waiting for the Fathers response.
"My child, you must not focus on what others have that you don't, instead keep focus on the many gifts God has bestowed upon you."
"Yes, thank you father. What penance shall I do to atone for my sin?"
"You have taken for granted what you have, in your desire for what others possess, I believe it appropriate for you to give to those who have less."
"Yes father, I understand."
"Now my child, I shall ask you to say the Act of Contrition."
"Yes Father.
Oh my God, I am sorry for my sin with all my choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love among all things. I firmly intend with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In his name, my God, have mercy."
Allen ended this with bowing his head low and waiting for the priest to absolve his sin from him. As soon as he did Allen signed the cross over his chest and thanked the Father, taking his leave.
He then exited the house of Worship and walked along the well kept yard to the school house.
The rest of his morning seemed to continue as normal, sitting respectably in his seat, providing all the right answers when the Sister asked questions, and saying small prayers in his spare time.
He was, after all, the model student at Noah's Catholic school and church. He was as faithful to the religion as any holy man. A Sister had approached him recently about studying to become a priest himself, and he had seriously been considering it.
When lunch approached he made amends with his good friend Lenalee. Despite it being only monday they had already made plans to spend the weekend at the church ran soup kitchen serving those in need.
Allen smiled to himself, it was always more fun with Lenalee there. He was glad they could make up so easily. Still, he blamed himself, he blew up on her and stormed out when she had yet again been complaining about her brother.
He hated when she did that. Allen was admittedly jealous of her, she had such a loving brother who took care of her and was always there, Allen on the other hand had nobody. He had been left on the churches doorstep when he was very young, they told him he was covered in fresh scars and burns and was crying horribly. He did become very close to one of the Fathers, even taking on the Fathers last name.
The wounds of Father Mana's death still bled, he doubted he would ever get over the loss.
Allen was suddenly dragged away from his thoughts when Lenalee had pulled him into a hug. Her small arms easily wrapping around his far too thin figure. Effectively pulling the cloth of his slightly oversized shirt tight against him, exposing the outline of his protruding rib he felt a wetness on his vanilla tinted cheek.
"Lenalee, what's wrong."
"I should be the one asking you that, Allen!"
Her soft voice was a delicate mixture of concern and irritation.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean?"
"Why are you crying?"
Before he could even process the question one of the Sisters had announced the end of the lunch period and they had to rush back to their classroom.
Once everyone was seated the Sister stood at the head of the class, stating she had an announcement.
"Now everyone, one of our Lord's children have strayed from their path, so giving this young man a second chance God has dropped him into our laps. Hopefully, with all of your help this child may find his way back onto the path the Lord intended for him. Please give a warm welcome to Yu Kanda."
"It's just Kanda."
In stepped possibly the most beautiful man in existence.
His long black hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, and when the sun streaming in from the window hit it just right it appeared to have a gorgeous blue undertone. Soft looking bangs covered his forehead, with longer clumps framing his thin face. His dark eyes shined defiantly, with almost a look of anger. This mixed with the scowl that had placed itself on his lips seemed to contrast in an enchanting way with his delicate, almost feminine, features.
Allen couldn't help himself but stare and take in every detail. Noting his scuffed combat boots, the way the white button up seemed to cling to his figure, giving hint to the muscle underneath. Everything about him was,
"Beautiful."
A few stray eyes turned to Allen and he felt his face flush a warm pink, still, he couldn't take his eyes away.
He saw Kandas soft looking lips move to form words, and could feel the tension in the air when he paused.
Snapping back to reality just in time to hear the words that made everyone look at the young man as though he was the devil, repeated.
"I said, I'm only here because I have to be. I don't believe in God."
A\N: I know this seems kind of rushed, but please tell me what you think and if I should continue!