Disclaimer: D. Gray-Man and its characters do NOT belong to me.
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC-ness, cursing, violence, etc.
The world is filled with all kinds of strange people and magics. It's a world where trees could talk and animals could be mistaken for men. Despite all these strange wonders, the world was still cruel. The rich ruled and the poor suffered, even more so for the weak humans that were scattered about.
Allen Walker was but a young farmhand. His memory was faulty and the family that raised him did not love him. He was just a worker that they barely paid. The farm that Allen worked for was under a rotten human man named Cosmo. Allen very much hated the cruel man, but there was nothing he could do. His real father, who by Allen could only remember his name, had died on the border of Cosmo's land. Cosmo took the shaken orphan under his roof and at first things seemed fine. Though it did not take long for Cosmo's personality to do a complete moral shift. Being small, visually strange (he was a young boy with strikingly white hair), and having no where to go, Allen remained on the farm. But as the boy grew older he would realize some strange things, the crops would react to his feelings and sometimes even the weather. All Allen had to do was concentrate and wave his arm it seemed. When Allen had first found this out he knew it had to be kept a secret; Cosmo hated the magical world and if Allen could do magic he'd be in big trouble. One night however, completely changed the way Allen would live for the rest of his night. In a fit of anger while arguing with Cosmo, the stovetop began to spark, and in less then a minute it exploded. The farmhouse caught on fire. In the shock of it all Allen remained frozen in place. Luck was not on the boy's side as the roof collapsed, pinning Allen to the floor. The poor boy let out a scream and attempted to push the debris off of his left arm; it was moved, but not before burning the previously trapped limb. Escaping the house Allen made sure none of his clothes were in flames before he ran towards the woods that bordered the farmland. While it may not have been the smartest idea, but Allen knew that he needed to get as far away from that house as possible. Once Allen could no longer see the house fire he leaned against a tree and allowed himself to relax and breath.
"What are doing out here old man? These woods are not a place to die." Allen looked up to see who had spoken to him. Just a few paces ahead of him was a man dressed up like a wandering samurai.
"I am no old man." Allen groaned and grabbed at his burned arm. Not giving a care Allen tries to focus some magic into his hand so that he could try and heal his arm.
"A wizard?" A hiss escapes the samurai and his arm flies to his belt; hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.
"Is that what you call a person that wields magic? All I know is that I'm a farmhand that no longer has a farm." Allen muttered as he felt his strength faulting as he used up his magic.
"You are a strange beansprout. But you could be useful. Come with me." The samurai relaxes once more and proceeds to cross his arms over his chest.
"Who are you calling a beansprout?! The name is Allen." Allen barked at the samurai.
"I'll only care to remember that if you last the month." The samurai commented before he started walking. Allen growled, but he followed the samurai nonetheless. After some time of what seemed like mindless wandering Allen spoke up.
"What is your name Mr. Samurai?" Allen muttered.
"…" The samurai halted, "Kanda."
"Where are we going?" Allen asked next.
"You ask to many questions." Kanda hisses, "…tsk, we're heading to the Black Order."
"The Black Order? What's that?" Allen couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he's annoying the samurai.
"A safe haven. A place where you can hone your magic and get some healing." Kanda replies. It then grew quite as the pair continued to wander throughout the forest. But leave it to Allen to break the silence once again.
"That seems like a far away place and not something some random samurai should know about…Just who are you Kanda?" Allen questioned.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out Moyashi." Kanda huffed.
"Hey!" Allen growled, "What the heck is a 'moyashi' and what crawled up your butt and died Jerkanda!" Kanda paused in his walk to turn and glare at the white-haired male, his combat eyes shining under the shadow of his straw hat.
"It means beansprout you little shit. Now if you want to live to see the night I suggest you either shut up or learn some respect." Allen just stuck his tongue out at the samurai. Kanda hissed and turned back around. Allen followed behind grumbling under his breath.
"I can hear you Moyashi. Just so you know, I don't think I've ever heard someone call my eyes 'pretty'." Kanda smirked to himself as he heard Allen get flustered. "And don't worry we'll stop at an inn at the next village for rest." At the mention of an inn Allen seemed to calm down, save for a bit of excitement.
"I never got to leave the farm…and I have no money to my name." Allen muttered out after his excitement passed.
"Despite your attitude you are still my guest, I'll take care of the expenses, so long as you don't go over board with anything." Kanda surprisingly replied.
"Thank you, I guess you're not as big a jerk as I thought." Allen let a small smile creep onto his face.
"Don't get your hopes up Moyashi." Kanda scoffed.
"It's Allen!" The former farmhand yelled.
"Don't care." Kanda replied without a second thought. Allen went back to grumbling under his breath, but it would seem that this time the words weren't so much directed at Kanda as they were the first time.