Neko: Hello my lovely Readers! Yup! I've finally posted the first chapter! This is going to be the first book for the Scarred Trilogy. The three books are Mind, Body, & Soul. I do hope you enjoy and keep reading this. This is my first D. Gray Man fanfiction and I am going to only follow the original plot halfway. So you'll see familiar things here and there but not to often considering Allen is going to be OCC in this. Not much, but enough to change the story.

Fuyu: And to those who have read our others works, we are sorry for not updating but we've had a lot of problems concerning storms and electricity. Along with the fact our laptop is being picky on when it wants to work.

Allen: O.o ... Well, should I do the warnings?

Fuyu: yes..

Allen: Occ characters, Rape, Cutting, Suicidal thoughts, Cursing, and Yaoi. Don't like Don't Read!

Neko: *Sees Kanda* Kanda! Do the Disclaimer

Kanda: Che! No...

Neko: or I'll Castrate you~

Kanda: Tamashi Shimai does not own the Yullen cover Photo but has permission to use it...also she does NOT own DGM nor the characters! Only her sick, twisted, perverted mind!

Neko: Thank you~ Okay.. Enjoy!

~Prologue~

It was dark. My mind was a landscape of nothing, but it gave me comfort against the harsh world. I hated my life. Ever since my foster father Mana died, I've lived in hell.

I had been crying for days when a guy with hair that was messy, long & was fire red came up to me. He was on a black coat with gold lining and a weird looking flower on it's chest. He didn't smile, he only frowned at my state of being.

Wouldn't you if you saw a kid in torn up clothes, messy white hair & silver eyes crying at a tombstone? I don't know, but the next moments of my life were the ones I wish everyday to take back.

The strange man bent to his knees and turned my small body to him. He got a good look at my scar and sighed before the questioning started.

"Hey kid, what's your name and, why do you have that scar?" He asked. I couldn't tell if his tone of voice was real worry or not, but I need somebody to talk to. I showed him my deformed arm and tried not to cry.

"I have had this since I was born." I start of, my voice cracking just the slightest. "My parents threw me away at just a year old so I grew up on the streets. I was hated by all and called a demon before Mana showed up." I state pointing at the gravestone.

"He took me in and became my father, since I was five he has cared for me. Last week we were preparing for my birthday/ Christmas when he got ran over by a carriage. 3 days after his funeral a giant man offered me to bring him back to life. I took it and.. and.." I could feel my eyes watering up. I think this was the worst part of my story I was telling. If you asked my life story now, you wouldn't begin to think what I could tell you.

"Mana cursed me. Told me I turned him into something called a Akuma. My arm activated as he chanted 'I Hate You Allen!' over and over. I killed him! I kill Mana!" I broke into hysterics and the man just watched.

Once I was calm he told me what actually happened. Apparently the man was a general for a industry that fights Akuma. The Black Order. The Thing my arm was made out of was call 'Innocence' and was used by people in the Order to kill Akuma. Akuma were demons that took the body of somebody full of mourning and sadness for the dead. They were made by the fat man who was known as 'The Earl'. He was the boss, ruler, main man of a group of people who called themselves the Noah.

I hated them. I hated there name, what they did to people, and what they did to me. It wasn't fair. Hadn't we all lost enough without suffering again? Who did they think they were?

The man then told me that I could join him in his travels as he trained me to become what's called a Exorcist. They are the ones who do the real fighting. I accepted, hopping for a new life, hoping to someday destroy the Noah.

His name was Cross Marian. A name that at age 15, I've learned to hate...

I gasp awake from the dream I had been having. It was the same one that always played. My life before this Hell-Hole. Above me was a pissed and Naked Cross, or as he likes me to call him, Master.

All he said was "Spread." and I knew that the horror from last night wasn't finished. I should've guessed. He passed out from being drunk before he could cum in me.

'Disgusting Bastard. I can't wait to leave this place.' I thought as I refused to open up my legs for him. That was a bad move to make. Cross got more pissed and smacked and punched me until I bled. Then he forced my legs open and entered me without a hurt. I've had 4-5 years of him rapping me over and over yet I could never get used to him.

"Keep on going Allen, maybe the neighbors will believe you like this." Cross said before somehow shoving his 5.3 inch monstrosity into me. Not only did he not prep me, but he pounded mercilessly into me, making me howl in agony.

shoving farther in and hitting 'that' spot. It was the one spot that made me saw heaven, and the one spot that encouraged him to keep at it. My mewls and cries from the forced pleasure made him cum inside me quicker than usual.

I was ready for him to stop but he kept pounding me, slapping me, bending me so he could get further in. Soon, just to embarrass me further, he grabbed my member and began pumping it. He didn't want to cum again without me.

'How sweet.' I thought. I just laid there, excepting the fact I could do nothing. I wish Mana was here. I wish we could celebrate my 16th birthday once it came, while exchanging gifts and drinking eggnog. I didn't want this.

I hatted Cross. He never gave me freedom, and barely taught me how to use my Innocence. I had to teach myself. That was a pain.

I am startled out of my daze about my times with Mana by a familiar feeling. I just came into the bastards hand. I let him win again.

I could feel my face heat up with agony, embarrassment, and the forced pleasure. My chest was heaving from the strain of the rape, and Cross breathing next to me from being the rapist. I was about to get up and wash when I heard his gruff voice call to me from behind.

"Once you're done, pack your stuff and leave. I sent a letter to the Order saying you will arrive soon." I couldn't believe it. My heart was leaping for joy at his statement. I was free! I kept my voice clear of emotions and my voice soft.

"Yes master." I stated. He smirked and I would have enjoyed this if he had not said his last statement. The one that haunted me for a long time.

"Oh, and Idiot apprentice, if you rattle on our 'time together' I will know. I will be making visits to the Order just for you. You better be good." I nodded, my heart deflating in me like a lifeless balloon.

Climbing into the shower, I turned on the hot water and let myself slip a few tears. I never understood why the God I served let me live in hell, but I was sick of it.

After a minute I looked fr the one source of comfort I had. My razor. I pulled the sharp tool across my skin and watched as my self inflicted cut pour my favorite crimson color. I smiled like a madman as I wrapped the newly created wound and climbed out of my safe haven.

I did as he told me, and by sundown, I was on my way to The Black Order

'What the hell.'

That's all I could think as I stared at the large tower before me. It was now my 5th day of freedom and I was finally here The place I've fought to be since that fateful day. I would have been here sooner but I ended up being a suspect for a murder in a town full of Akuma.

There I met a beautiful cop and helped her find the real reason for the mess. Seems the Earl has not let up on making his 'creations'. The poor lady lost some friend, her brother, and her boss. I hope she ends out okay. Nobody needs to suffer. Well, one person does. His name (if you haven't guessed) is Cross Marian.

As I looked at the dark building, I noticed a hazy cloud of what looked to be birds. Timcanpy, my golem, started jumping around like crazy.

"Tim," I started with the monotone in my voice, "I need to find a way up before we can enter. And anyways, do you think I could fit in? Is the 'act' I made good enough?" I quizzed him. The golem nodded to my question before pointing out that I could climb.

It took me a minute to understand what he was saying when he pointed at the wall and then up, but I got the message clear when I did understand. I started to climb and as soon as i got halfway up, the fuzz cloud speed to me and started to surround me. They turned out to be black golems. They knocked into me and made it hard to climb. I had already been climbing for an hour, and by this rate I would fall to my death.

I noticed their eyes looked like camera lenses. That got me to thinking and I then suspected I was being watched. better finish soon.

Ignoring the pest as much as I could, I climbed my way up for another hour and a half before collapsing on the ground. There my chest heaved and wheezed trying to catch a good amount of air. I really needed to find out if they had a elevator, and where the hell it was.

Soon I stood up and slowly walked my way down the dirt road leading to the gate. I was only a few step to my new life when the face in the middle of the gate opened up and boomed in a terrifying voice.

"WHO DARES TRESPASS?!" It called. I stared in bewilderment before composing myself and giving off a polite introduction, bound to be the best manners this place has seen.

"Hello, My name is Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to finally be here. My Master, Marian Cross, a head General sent me here. You see, I have Innocence and I am here to work for the Order." I told them. I didn't want on the bad side.

"TIME TO SEE IF YOU ARE A AKUMA!" The thing yelled before a bright light started to scan me. After a minute or two the thing began to wail in the most horrid pitch ever. It began to yell and soon, things got confusing.

"AKUMA! AKUMA! IT HAS COME TO SUCK OUR SOULS! A CURSED PENTACLE MARKS HIM!" I finally understood him just in time for the gates to open and a man with a sword to come out.

The man had tanned skin and midnight blue hair. His eyes were sharp cobalt beauties and made me fall in love. I knew the second that he drew his sword I should run, but I was rooted to the spot. It wasn't until he was barely a foot from me did I do something.

I activated my arm to block him from slicing me and two and shoved him away. My prince charming just tried, no, is still trying to kill me.

Now, you must be thinking I am nuts. How could I still fall in love and be bisexual (no, no gay) after what I've been through. The answer is simple. I got used to being the puppet, but knew I could still fall in love. For the bisexual part... I guess being rapped by a man so many times made me used to only males being the one I was comfortable falling in love with.

Though I only loved once. The Earl took my love after I had ran away and turned him into a Akuma. Cross came in and found me passed out from the battle and 'punished' me after I awoke.

The man kept fighting me, wanting a way to kill me. What did I ever do to him? I plainly was not a Akuma with the fact I had Innocence. I never met him. Was it my curse? Yes, it had to be.

I guess true love at first sight was not my forte.

Right as he pinned me down and was about to end my life ,a girl appeared and hit him with a clipboard. Yea, the big bad swordsman got defeated by a girl with a clipboard.

"Kanda! Why did you just barge out and try killing him! We found the letter he spoke about! Also he has Innocence! What the Hell?" The girl asked.

'If looks could kill' Was the first thought that ran through my mind as Kanda turned to the new arrival with a look of irritation and hate.

"The Fuck? This Moyashi has Innocence" Kanda asked while looking at my activated arm. If this guy was to dense to notice my arm while fighting me, then how did these people survive him?

I watched him look at my arm then scoff before walking away into the gates of the Black Order. I raise My brow before changing my view to the girl. She had a slight Asian look to her and her skin was a pale tan. Her green-black hair was put up into pigtails and slightly curve. Her olive eyes seemed warm and welcoming, but if you looked close enough, you can tell she's suffered at least once.

"Hello," I say with a slight bow. "My name is Allen Walker. Who are you?" I question politely, hoping my voice sounded curios and my eyes weren't looking dead.

"I am Lenalee Lee, sister of Komui Lee. He's the chief of this HQ," She answered with a smile. Her smile turned kinda sheepish as she started to apologies."Sorry about Kanda. He hasn't been in the best of moods since his last mission. Oh, and I guess I should apologies for my brother. He lost your letter then forgot all about it..." Trailing off from her sentence she started to walk through the gates.

I finally go a good look of the Order. It was a tall and ominous tower with black golems flying everywhere. There had to be at least fifty or more stories to the place and that was what I could tell from craning my neck to look upwards. The yard seemed well kept, and would probably look beautiful if it wasn't for the fact it was night and the moon cast an eerie glow on the place.

The entire area was surrounded by a forest, making it seemed more closed off than normal, and I felt my skin crawl. I was excited and ready to start my new life of freedom that was away from Cross. I wanted to puke each time I heard the name and then punch the person who said it. That's how bad I hated his name, his person, his existence.

Lenalee stopped in front of the doors to the tower and turned to me with a giant smile, as today was her birthday and she just got what she wanted.

"Allen Walker, Welcome to the Black Order!"

Neko: Did I do good? I tried really hard to make the introduction work. This is the Prologue so The Second Chapter will start a few months after Allen joins the Black Order.

Allen: ...

Fuyu: I think you broke him

Neko: *shakes Allen* Allen-kun? Allen? Hello?

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