Disclaimer: D. Grey-Man is H. Katsura's property.
A/N: I had a blast writing this chapter from Kanda's point of view. So great to get pissed off at everything and torture your characters. I can now see why authors like making angry/stoic characters.
Heavy re-editing was done to this chapter after it's release. Several paragraphs where added to introduce Kanda or explain things visually. Sentences where re-worded or just simple delete since they where no longer making any sense.
Chapter 1 – The Meeting
Japan, 1045 AD
The train approached the station an hour later then it should have. I rolled my eyes in irradiation. If only that cow wasn't standing in the middle of the track I would have been on time for the meeting. The train let out a loud hiss and jolted slightly forward as it came to a stop. Oh the miracle of steam, loud and annoying.
I heard shuffling footsteps approach my compartment. They fell silent just outside its door. They paused, as if someone was in contemplation.
A soft knock came to the door.
"Where here Mr. Kanda," a voice echoed from the other side of the door.
"Che," I slide up out of the chair and adjusted myself. I checking my sword Mugen that faithful stayed by my side. The only thing a swordsman can trust is his sword and his wits.
My name is Yu Kanda. Call me Yu at your own risk. I am a swordsman. I work for an unusual organization that lies outside the reach of the church. We have been at odds with church for years on its uncommon practices. People know us as: "The Organization" or that organization. We don't really have an official name, it's just a name people call us. Many don't know what we truly do. Hell I don't even know half the time, either. I just know I clean up messes others don't want to handle. And I have never faulted to kill my target.
Leaving me to wonder why my boss asked me to take this request. It seemed a sect of the church, called the Black Order, had someone go awry. He created quite a bit of debt and had been eluding the church for two years. I had to applaud the person for their daring trick, while being annoyed at the same time for being called upon. But what can I say I am in the same boat. I used to be part of the Black Order, as well, until I escaped with my brother in tow. Let's just say it didn't end well. I could have returned, but only found emptiness and bitterness.
Stepping off the train. I began to sway and dodge the people on the platform. It's so crowded that I felt my temper flare. Move out the fucking way. In the buzz, I spotted a white hooded man and slowly make my way over to him.
The man was dressed as a Finder of the Black Order. He wore a long white coat that fell to his knees which was zipped up the front. The hood of the jacket was up and what little hair showed on the Finder's head was a mess. He was built like a twig.
His eyes looked calmly at me as he crooked his eyebrow, "Kanda the Swordsman, right?"
We could have been a study in contrast. I was not in the mood to be bothered. "No, the mailman. Of course you idiot." I snapped back at the Finder. Why would a man with a sword walk up to you if it wasn't me? Seriously, Finders have such small brains sometimes.
The Finder held is head sideways in curiosity, shrugged, and pointed with his thumb behind him. "I am taking you to the meeting. Follow me."
No way genius, that's why I am standing here. A hiss escaped my mouth. We left the station at a speedy pace, allowing me to follow about four feet behind the Finder. I had my reason for not wanting to be seen with the man.
As we walked, out of the corner of my eye a small gathering of people peeked my interest. I could hear a boy's voice calling out from the crowd like he was from a carnival game. "Step right up, try your luck. Find the king of hearts and win a prize."
I peered into the crowd to see whom the voice belonged to. A short built boy was the center of attention as he gracefully shuffled four cards around. He had white hair, grey eyes, and a fake smile planted on his face. He wore a white button down shirt, black pants with overalls, and a newsboy cape sat on his head that framed is face perfectly. His outfit was clean. Must have just been bought. A make shift table, so he could shuffle the cards on top of it, stood in front of him at waist height. It was made from wooden boxes stacked one on top of the other. They creaked every so often from the boy's movements.
Raising my eyebrow out of curiosity, the boy seemed oddly out of place. His fake smile sent a flag up in the back of my head. It slowly pissed me off. I grabbed the handle of Mugen with my right hand to ease my tension.
"I'll be the one to find it." a very slinky woman sung out.
She stepped out of the crowd to challenge the boy. Her and the boy had a short mumbled conversation about money. She quickly placed a bill onto the table. The boy winked at the woman and pocketed the money in one motion. Without noticing that her money was gone, she giggled and blushed. He begun shuffling the cards around the table. I noticed there wasn't something right with the way he was moving the cards. It was different than before.
The fabric on his left sleeve moved.
"Now my beautiful lady." the boy said with even bigger fake smile, if that was even possible. "Please select which card you think is your king of hearts."
The woman looked down puzzled. She was contemplating her choice, however before the woman could choose, I had grabbed the boy's left arm.
"What are you doing, let me go you stupid man." the boy growled under his breath.
I glared at him, which shocked him. I raised the boy's left hand over his head. This boy was pissing me off. I needed an outlet for my anger. So guess what boy, you're going to be it. I yanked down his left sleeve with my free hand. Where the sleeve once was, cards started falling out like flower petals to the ground.
Panicked the boy begun to struggle against my solid grip. I smirked at the boy, calling out to him almost like a coo. "Oi. Moyashi."
The boy tensed at the name I just bestowed upon him. He flushed. His face unexpectedly distorted into anger. "Stupid, let me go. My name is Allen. Allen. Get it through your thick skull and let me go."
My body suddenly toppled over. Even though I was aware of my surroundings, it wasn't enough to stop the make shift table from hitting me in the face. Painful it grazed my face sending a searing pain into my left jaw. Damn it. The boy slipped through my grip as I regained my composure. I righted myself. Only to watch as the brat made his escape to an alleyway. He stopped to stick his tongue out at me just before he disappeared into the alley.
I smirked. Eyeing the spot he once was standing. I exhaled. "Che." Something wet could be felt dripping down the left side of my face. Reaching up. I whipped the blood away with my thumb.
Oh, yes that was going to be his new name from now on. Even if he begged me to change it later, if we even meet later, the boy would forever be called Moyashi.
Pleased with that little exchanged. I had begun to wander off. I wanted to go see what was in this god-forsaken town. Mindless I started glaring into shop windows that I passed by. Some of items sparked my interest. My happiness was short lived as I rounded a corner into a side street.
A panicked Finder ran up to me. "There you are!" his voice became nervous as he approached. "Please hurry they are waiting!"
He most likely, as he spoke that last sentence, remembered my terrible reputation with Finders. Growling under my breath. I was now more then two hours late for the meeting. My thoughts, however, weren't worried about my lateness instead where focusing on Moyashi.
"Che, stupid Moyashi." I mumbled under my breath.
The frantic rambles of the Finder where forgotten as I made my way down the street. He soon corrected my walking direction rather nervously into the right direction. I smirked inwardly at how uneasy he was. We made a sharp turn left and then right into a small dark alleyway. The darkness of the alley was short lived as we made our way to the light at the end of the ally. A red door with strange white markings appeared in front of us with a little buzzer to its right. I carefully inspected the door's markings. A spell had been casted on it. Mmm…interesting.
"This is it. We should wait here so they can buzz us in," the Finder announced happily. He seemed eager to be done with his job as he hit the buzzer.
No way was I waiting here for the door to magically open. Even, if there is a spell on this damn door. I walked up to the door and pounded my fist with all my might on it. It let out a groan like it was alive. The Finder next to me jumped out of his skin, which made me inwardly happy. I hated this request with a passion, especially since the Black Order is involved. I scowled.
The door opened. "Jesus, Yu the door has a reason for being here." a redheaded one-eyed boy said. He smirked at me from behind the door like we haven't seen each other in years. But we have, two years to be exact.
"Shut up. Rabbit. Don't call me that." I snapped back and pushed my way through.
I sneezed lightly. Inside was a small bar. Smoke hung in the air making it feel otherworldly. A little bar area was to the left kept by a scantly clad woman, a small jukebox in the corner played soft music, and several booths dotted the room. Behind me I could hear the Rabbit thank the Finder for his services. I inwardly sighed at how this job was beginning to wear on me, probably from all the idiots I was surrounded by.
"Aw, there you are Kanda." a voice caught my attention.
I silently made my way over to the voice that belonged to a man. General Cross was relaxed in a U-shaped booth surrounded by two ladies of the night. His red-hair reach to his waist, a mask covered the left half of his face, and a black hat sat slanted sideways on the top his head. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, but his Black Order jacket was nowhere in sight. He smiled at me just like the boy outside, fake and annoying.
"Come sit. Sit. I can get you any drink you want." he gestured to the woman at the bar to come over, he continued talking as I sat down. "It seems my idiot apprentice has run off and owes quite a bit of debt to someone very powerful."
I glared at the woman who was coming over from the bar. My point was well taken as the woman retreated back into her bar without a sound.
Sighing. Cross threw a folder over to me. "You need to "get rid of" him. If you know what I mean, the loaner is pissed and I can't protect him anymore."
I took the folder in my hand, opened the flap, and begun going through the paper work. I paused. Oh my god. To my shock and horror on the second page there was a tiny passport picture of his "idiot apprentice". It was…it was Moyashi. I mentally rolled my eyes at my dumb luck. I quickly plastered my face with a scowl to cover up my annoyance. The one thing that amused me all daylong I now have to "get rid of".
I am not in good mood. Oh, no. Not one bit.
Edited on: 12/15/2014 Fixed minor tense problems.