I Do not own D. Gray Man. If I did, Allen would definitely be paired up with someone!
Chapter one- the Turn of Events
Everything happened so fast.
At least, for little Allen Walker.
Just yesterday he was juggling balls for a circus performance, and today he's using the same balls in a manner of trying to curse them and trying to obliterate them as he sat in front of Mana's grave.
It was, after all, his only inheritance from the deceased clown.
Mana.
Allen muttered the name, but it never felt the same for him. The mere thought of the person who took him in and cared for him just when he started losing hope in ever finding a place for himself in the world brought tears to his eyes. A few more seconds, and he would start bawling again.
Now that he had no "family" left and no place to call home (not that he had a home when he was still traveling and performing with Mana), he tried to be strong for himself. If he dwelt more on the idea that he was now alone and abandoned, he'd feel more and more dejected until he permanently becomes broken. For a moment, he actually was able to reassure himself that he'd be able to find a way to continue living. Then reality crashed back down upon him, and he finally accepted the fact that there was no more place for him in this world. He was just a lone kid now, crying his heart out in front of his father's grave.
Poor Allen was completely broken and confused.
As he laid on the ground, he fought the tears back, and tried to recompose himself. But it was no use. No matter what he did, the tears kept coming in huge amounts. He had not eaten since Mana had died, yet there just seemed to be enough energy inside him to keep crying. Anyone who might've passed that lonely hill would've probably melted with pity. But that was the thing about lonely hills; people rarely took notice of them. And so that night, nobody knew about a little boy who was so piteously crying his heart out in front of his father's grave.
Allen Walker ceased to exist.
But not for a certain Noah.
This Noah, called the Millenium Earl, was spending the night like every other night.
Twirling Lero, the talking umbrella, he looked around in search of lost and broken people who could be used as pawns for his wonderful show.
And suddenly, little Allen came to the Earl's attention.
Unbeknownst to the sorrowful orphan, his fate would change because of a fat grinning madman twirling a pink talking umbrella in just a matter of minutes.
The Earl perched on the thinning tree above the unknown clown's grave, silently observing the scene in front of him and thinking about how it would be easy to trick his young target.
The air became filled with sounds of cracking as the tree's branches threatened to sag with the Earl's enormous size. But it wasn't enough to wake the boy from his trance.
The Earl sighed and realized that he wouldn't be able to make much of an entrance if he fell down via a branch, so he opened the talking umbrella and glided across the air to perch on top of the tombstone. He gracefully dropped on the stone and swiftly closed his umbrella. His actions finally caught the boy's attention, and Allen's eyes darted to the Earl's figure.
Now fully alert, he sat up and looked into the Earl's eyes. He wondered what this man's business was with Mana, and whatever this fat guy was doing perched on a tombstone.
"Good Evening," The Earl said in his casual manner. "What is your name, little one?"
Allen hesitated. It was, after all, one of Mana's important rules not to talk to people who didn't look trustworthy.
And this ashen-skinned man with molten gold eyes certainly didn't look like one.
"A-A-Allen Walker…" The said boy finally said.
Unnoticeable to Allen, the Earl partially stiffened at the mention of the boy's last name.
"Very well, Allen," The Earl said after he regained his composure, and looked at the tombstone in order to see what the buried person's relation was to the young boy. "would you like to see your father again?"
Allen wanted to respond, "Yes! I would very much like to!" with all his voice, but the energy he used to cry had gone the moment he had forgotten about crying.
Instead, he nodded in answer to the strange man's question.
"I have the ability to bring back the dead, and I would consider raising your father for you."
Thunder rolled, and suddenly a skeleton-like being attached to metal frames appeared beside the grave. Allen backed away in fear, but the Earl merely chuckled at his reaction.
"But...you must call for Mana first."
At his own statement, the Noah grinned even wider as he gestured to the skeleton near him. He watched as Allen's eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered whether the grimy boy could actually understand what he was saying. He found his answer when Allen shakily stood up and took a deep breath.
Allen prepared to shout out Mana's name, finding the fat man's condition harmless. He decided then that it would do him no harm to play with the man. And so he mustered the little energy he had left, and compensated with his surge of emotions and called out for his beloved father.
"MANA!"
Lightning struck the skeleton, and it convulsed as energy pulsed through itself. Mana's name was automatically engraved on its forehead, and it slowly broke out of its metal restraints. Shakily, it walked towards Allen, muttering his name repeatedly with sorrow.
Allen, meanwhile, immediately recognized his father's voice and rushed to hug his Mana's new form.
The Earl watched everything with pleasure, knowing all too well that everything was going according to plan.
Before Allen's hands could make contact with Mana's metal body, it raised its arm and struck Allen across the cheek, which sent the surprised little boy a few feet away. He had not heard the Earl's words which commanded his father to hurt his own son.
Allen tried to make sense of what was happening, but nothing was registering in his mind. He was so disoriented that the pain came much later.
"Ma-Mana?" The confused boy asked.
"Allen…why did you turn me into an akuma?"Mana asked with much anguish evident in his voice.
The said boy became even more confused, never knowing what an akuma was, and never even hearing the foreign word. He slid farther away as his "father" prepared to attack him once again. But to his surprise, an unknown feeling seared in his left arm.
It wasn't pain, yet he couldn't say that it was a pleasant feeling either. And when he looked where the feeling was suppressing itself, he almost fainted.
What he saw wasn't his red limb, but instead an even more deformed arm.
His usual scaly and rough arm had transformed into a white gigantic claw, and suddenly his previously immobilised arm grasped at the ground and pulled him towards the newly formed akuma. Allen called for it to stop, but it kept going and dragging the helpless boy with it. The akuma scratched Allen's left eye and cursed him. In turn, with one huge slash the giant claw completely destroyed Mana's metal form. But before he disappeared, he uttered a few words that brought back tears in Allen's eyes.
"I love you...Allen."
Allen's newly formed scar bled profusely, and his hair turned snow white, which would become a major part in Allen's life in the years to come...
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