Twist
Summary: AU. Allen Walker, a student studying drama at a college in London, didn't expect that being forced to go to a nightclub one night by his mentor would result in him...meeting the most unusual group of people all gathered in the one place. Yullen, LaviLena.
Chapter One
Meeting
It wasn't that Allen Walker disliked going out. In fact, he loved going out and meeting new people— but he had prioritised his studies for college over going out. But having a private mentor like Cross Marian, anything he had planned was quick to get thrown out the window within minutes.
"We're going out," the redheaded male had told him, drinking a glass of wine as he eyed his white-haired student down, managing to bring Allen's attention away from the book he was reading. "I've only known you for a couple of weeks, but you're damn annoying. Like a little stiff bookworm that can only think about studying."
"I have to though," was Allen's typical response. "It's not like I had the money to pay for a place in, so all I really have now are my grades-"
"Your piss poor grades," Cross spoke bluntly, taking another swig of wine. "Face it kid, the only reason you got in there was because of my letter of recommendation."
Allen held back the urge to insult, closing his book and letting out a soft sigh.
"Where are you planning on going, sir?" he asked, his tone calm as he moved to the other side of the room and placed his books back on his carefully arranged shelves. "You've already got a drink in you, so…"
"We'll go to a nightclub," he responded, a smirk widening on his face. "Get you to loosen up a bit, stupid apprentice."
That was when Allen knew that his mentor had drank too much already since he had forgotten that he wasn't even of age to enter a nightclub.
Twist
Well, considering Allen thought the entire night out was going to end in disaster, things had gone quite...smoothly. He had lost Cross within the first five minutes but ended up getting dragged into a group of people by a drunken girl, who Allen had presumed to be Chinese from her appearance and accent, who said she had to introduce him to her friend since she had never met anyone with snow hair.
Allen could only let himself get dragged, smiling somewhat nervously as the group he was dragged into looked him down and asked his name, which caused him to scratch the back of his head with his right hand.
"I'm...um...my name is Allen Walker," he responded, surprised when a redhead wearing an eyepatch, his emerald green eye looking calculating. He guessed that he was most likely looking at his scarred hand, or perhaps the one covering his left eye. "Nice to meet you-"
"I don't understand," the redhead suddenly spoke, cutting Allen off. "Why do you have white hair? I thought you might have dyed it-"
"Lavi, don't be so rude!" the girl slapped the redhead on the shoulder, shaking her head. "Really, is that the first thing you could think to ask about-"
"I was born with white hair," Allen answered, having already been asked about his white hair before. "It's a mystery, even to the doctors I've visited."
Lavi blinked, a spark going through his eye as he laughed, draping his arm around Allen's shoulder and then raised his hand.
"Not that it matters, I guess!" a grin cracked his face. "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Lenalee Lee, she came all the way from China with her brother to study design."
The drunken girl who had dragged him over in the first place gave a smile and nodded her head. Allen focused on her features a bit more, then glanced away when he felt his cheeks flush slightly at the realization that she was rather...cute.
"And he completely forgets to introduce himself," she laughed, smiling softly. "He is Lavi Bookman, from America. He is studying history- like the rest of his family. He's actually really intelligent, so don't let him fool you with his childishness."
Lavi Bookman didn't seem like the kind of person who would be intelligent but on closer inspection, Allen could tell how critical an eye he had, since he had been stared down by it for a few moments. He appeared to be quite observant yet hid it behind his talkative behaviour.
"Let's see…" Lavi scanned the room, then pointed across the room towards a tanned male. "Over there is Tyki Mikk and beside him is his younger sister, Rhode. From Portugal, I think Rhode is studying psychology, while Mikk works as a model."
"I think he's a budding actor as well," Lenalee commented, tilting her head. "I think I read that in Vogue magazine. He's becoming pretty popular these days."
Lavi rolled his lone eye, taking a swig of his beer and then glanced at Allen, noticing that he hadn't been drinking anything.
"Underage?" Allen couldn't help but jump at Lavi's sudden comment, which caused the redhead to chuckle. "Thought as much. Surprised you even got in here in the first place."
"My mentor is a womanizer," Allen responded dryly, closing his silver eyes. "The girl who allowed us in was too busy getting swooned."
"You came with a teacher?" Lenalee asked, sounding a tad bit surprised as she hiccuped. "I thought that was against the rules…"
"Private mentor," Allen answered, rubbing the back of his head. "Didn't really have a choice in the matter. He was adamant on teaching me. I got dragged here because I was told to loosen up."
Lavi rose a brow before walking off, returning a few moments later with a bottle of beer, handing it over to Allen, who tried to turn it down but failed miserably.
"If you managed to get in here, you might as well have a few drinks," Lavi snickered. "Besides, it'll be your mentor who gets in trouble if you get stopped for I.D."
Allen raised the bottle to his lips and took a swig, the unfamiliar flavour causing him to crinkle his nose but he didn't make a comment on it as he watched Lavi scan the room again.
"Oh, there he is," Lavi's tone became cheerful. "Over there is Yu Kanda, from Japan. In case you can't already tell, he got accepted into a really prestigious dance school called Innocence. Far from innocent, I tell you, once you see the way he dances."
Allen could tell straight away. The male had long black hair, which seemed to swish around from his movements, his cobalt eyes somewhat glazed over from drinking alcohol. Even though there were people dancing and jumping all around him, he stood out, his moves smooth and fluid. If Allen hadn't been told who he was, however, he would have accidentally mistaken him to be a woman if he didn't see his face because of his slim figure…
And then he paled drastically as the man he cried his mentor appeared behind Yu Kanda, placing his hands on his hips and leaning over to whisper in his ear. Even Lavi and Lenalee froze in place, going wide-eyed as Kanda stopped dancing, his hair covering as eyes as Cross Marian flirted with him.
Within seconds, Kanda had whipped around and cracked a punch across Cross' face, sending the drunk man stumbling back a few steps, growling low in his throat.
"Keep your filthy hands off me," he hissed low in his throat, his accent giving away his origins, especially when he cursed in Japanese before switching back to English. "I'm not a fucking woman. Go get your eyes tested bastard."
Not many people in the nightclub seemed too surprised by Kanda's assault on Cross, which made it seem that this wasn't the first time someone had mistaken him to be a woman. Allen was glad that he hadn't bumped into him before meeting Lavi and Lenalee.
"And the man who got punched is my mentor…" Allen groaned softly, choosing to chug down the beer Lavi had bought him before placing it down on one of the nearby tables. Lenalee was staring at Allen, jaw dropped, while Lavi looked somewhat sympathetic. "I'm going to take him back home before he causes more trouble...he might know that this...Yu is male now, but he isn't one to give up."
"If you say so," Lavi replied, resting his hand on his hip. "In case you ever speak to Yu though, call him Kanda. He's a bit weird with people calling him by his first name."
Allen wanted to question why Lavi referred to him as Yu instead of Kanda but didn't bother as he went and grabbed Cross by the arm, who was now harassing a group of girls.
"Come on sir," he let out an exasperated sigh. "We need to go home to put ice on your face. I can see a lump."
Cross seemed irritated with him as he was forcibly dragged out, spitting out insults about his idiocy, but Allen didn't mind. He was used to these comments coming from his teacher.
"If it makes you feel any better, we can stop and buy a bottle of wine on the way back," Allen offered, knowing it was the only way to shut him up. "And you can tell me all about the charming woman that inflicted this damage on you-"
"Shut up, stupid apprentice," Cross groaned as they stepped out into the fresh air. "That woman must have been the devil's daughter, I tell you."
Drunk to the point that Kanda's comment on him not being a woman never sunk in. Allen merely agreed with him, allowing him to stop and buy his wine, then returned to his apartment, wondering if he was going to get any sleep tonight at all.
Twist
It wasn't as if Cross was alcohol dependent. Allen knew why Cross sometimes went through these bouts of heavy drinking- and it was usually something to do with a pretty attractive woman rejecting him, which was pretty sad in his opinion.
Who was the last one? Maria, was it? Allen shrugged his shoulders at his own thoughts, making sure Cross was sitting on his couch as he went into his kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen peas. When he approached his mentor and pressed it against his cheek, he gained a grumble in response, but no protest followed after.
"So has it finally sunk in that Kanda isn't a woman?" Allen asked casually, watching as Cross swirled his wine. "I can understand how you made the mistake. I had to look twice to confirm myself."
"What guy goes around with hair that length and is so damn skinny?" Cross muttered, making a gesture with his hand. "But damn, he could punch hard-"
Allen closed his eyes when he took a seat on the couch, Cross ranting on about Kanda, the white-haired teen no longer paying attention when he kept repeating his words.
It was fun, meeting Lavi and Lenalee. Though he highly doubted he would meet them again. Probably.
Cross quietened down when he didn't get a response from his student, glancing towards him to see that he was fast asleep, a peaceful expression crossing his face. He placed his glass of wine down, reaching over and making Allen lay down on the couch, grabbing one of the throws and covering him with it.
"Don't think I wasn't watching you, idiot," Cross murmured, his behaviour shifting and making it seem like he was never drunk in the first place. "You were enjoying yourself more than me."
With that, Cross left Allen to sleep in peace, the white-haired boy curling up, his white locks falling in front of his scarred eye, for the first time in a long time falling asleep with ease.