Chapter One: The Future
"You stupid Moyashi!" Kanda growled, drawing Mugen and pointing it to the boy's throat.
Allen gulped, moving his cursed finger to the blade and pushing it to the side gently, his eyes becoming focused again because the sword was no longer in between his eyes. He glared at Kanda, baring his teeth in a snarl.
"My name is not Moyashi! It's ALLEN! Get it right, BaKanda!"
Not even thinking about his sword, Kanda pulled his fist back and punched the wall, right where Allen's head was two seconds prior. Kanda growled and grabbed his sword again, spinning around to find where he had escaped to. "I'll kill you Moyashi! Get over here now!"
"You're going to have to catch me first!" came his muted reply from down the hallway. It was just another one of those stupid arguments that ended up violent. Though it isn't that unnatural around the Order.
Kanda growled and stalked off, going to his room and firmly shutting his door behind him, locking it, and stalking to the small table in the middle of the room with his lotus flower hour glass on top of it. He sat down at the seat and glared at the flower, his eyes becoming visually softer as he felt the flower's eerie presence in his heart.
"I wish I could throw you away," he growled to himself. "Burn you, smash you, whatever, as long as I don't have to look at you again…"
He sighed.
"But I can't do that." Leaning back, Kanda closed his eyes. Opening them once more a moment later, he lifted his hand to gently rub against the glass, staring at the two petals on the bottom of it. Just as he pulled his hand back, another petal fell softly, falling like a feather and landing on the bottom without a single sound.
Kanda sighed.
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Standing in the Sister-Complex's destroyed office, Kanda scoffed at him. Magic? What fresh hell was this? Glaring at the Sister-Complex, Kanda turned on his heel, his long, black locks swishing behind him, and left the office, only to be stopped by the damn moyashi bumping into him.
Growling, Kanda reached for Mugen, only to be cut off by Lenalee hitting him upside the head with a clipboard, barely getting a glimpse of her face before the force of the hit turned his head. The stinging, accompanied by the moyashi's laughter, almost made him flip his lid.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled, stalking off. Faintly, he heard the moyashi asked the girl,
"What's gotten his underwear in a bunch?"
Gritting his teeth, Kanda stalked down the hallways, scaring the wits out of some Finder's, even making one of them pee his pants. When he made it to the safety of his room, Kanda quickly stripped of his clothes, setting Mugen in its sheath onto his bed, and stepped into his shower. He turned it on hot, almost morbid, and sighed when the spray gently pounded onto his back.
Taking his hair out of its pony-tail before it got too wet, he ran his fingers through it, getting out the tangles, and poured shampoo on the top of his head. He massaged his scalp, the movements tender and relaxing. This was the only time—other than nighttime—he was completely alone, and he wanted to relish in it.
This was when he didn't have to think about that damned flower, his curse, or the stupid Moyashi. This was the only time he got relief from all of his thoughts. He also thought it was pitiful and embarrassing that this relief was from a simple shower. His pride was nagging at him.
Ignoring that awful voice in the back of his head, Kanda thought about what Komui said earlier. Magic. According to him, Kanda was going to go no matter what. But for a completely different reason than the Moyashi and the idiot rabbit. Kanda was to go because he had to be a body guard for a stupid little brat called Harry Potter. As if his name wasn't stupid enough, he found out that the stupid brat had a curse as well. According to Komui, that's why Kanda was 'just absolutely perfect for the job!'
Then the most mind blowing and incredulity part of the mission was revealed. They were to go to the future. Kanda snorted at the thought, closing his eyes as he let the water cascade down around him. Time traveling. What a stupid notion. I think the stupid Sister-Complex drank too much coffee this morning.
Sighing again, Kanda turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, steam following in his wake. Just as he finished slipping on the last of his clothing—his cloak—a knock resounded from the door of his room. Scowling at it in irritation, he grabbed Mugen and opened it, glaring down at the person brave and stupid enough to knock on his door.
The Finder shook as he stared up at Kanda. "I-I'm here to inform you that Komui wants you in his office. He said togettherestraightaway!" he finished off in a hurry, running down the hallway to avoid the deathly aura that came from the samurai.
Stalking off down the halls to Komui's office, Kanda thought of all the ways he could kill the stupid Sister-Complex. (A/N: Ha, Kanda really likes the word 'stupid'. Have you noticed?) They all didn't seem good enough for him, though. What a shame. He would've liked to try them.
Walking into his office, he saw the Moyashi and the rabbit sitting down on the messy couch. Growling, he stood against the wall, playing with the hilt of Mugen. The Moyashi glared daggers at him and he ignored him, instead choosing to "tch" at the stupid Sister-Complex, wanting him to get on with it.
Komui sat up with a very serious attitude, almost unnatural, and said, "Good. Now that we're all here, let's get down with business. Kanda, I already informed you on what your mission is, and I have just finished here with Lavi and Allen. Well, the only problem is getting to the future." Clearing his throat at the glare sent his way by Kanda, he continued, "It's to my belief that the man requesting our assistance will be able to bring only one of us at a time. Normally, I would've made Allen go first, but since he can die, I don't think that would be a good idea."
By this, all heads swiveled to look at the brooding samurai. He growled at them and they turned their heads back to Komui, disbelief etched across their faces. Kanda knew what they were thinking. 'Kanda? He's going to send Kanda first?' But that was perfectly fine with him. He was glad, actually. He going first meant he could cause bodily harm to the person that actually requested their help in the first place.
"Kanda? Will you please step to the middle of the room?" Komui asked politely, staring at him expectantly. Kanda grudgingly obliged, glaring at the ground. "Right there, that's good. Now, any minute—"
He was cut off by a glowing bright light surrounding the samurai. The other two Exorcists gasped, while Komui grinned, knowing what was to happen. Kanda, startled, grabbed the hilt of his sword, not drawing it, but looking ready to do so.
After a few seconds of blinding white light, it suddenly vanished, along with the samurai. Startled and a little freaked out, Allen and Lavi stared at the swirling papers left in his wake. They glanced at each other, then at the spot the man was a few seconds ago, worried for their friend.
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After feeling like he was being crushed and shot with a few akuma bullets, Kanda landed on the ground with a thud of his feet, a hand on his mouth and the other on his stomach. He felt like he was going to throw up.
Opening his eyes, Kanda stared at the man in front of him. He was in a crowded room, around fifteen to twenty people staring at him in awe, and an old man with weird robes on who looked at him with a kindness that made him sick. He stood, forcing down his nausea. Taking in the old man standing away from the big group, he assumed that he was the one who brought him here and asked for his assistance.
"Are you the bastard that brought me from my time?" Kanda spat, glaring at the man. The others gasped, like he was an animal that talked. Though he wouldn't be surprised, considering he was in the future.
The man, though, he just chuckled warmly. "I assume that you are the artificial one? Yes, I was warned about your temper." The rest of the Order looked on in confusion, not knowing what 'artificial' meant.
Kanda growled and muttered under his breath about the "stupid Sister-Complex", bemusing the old man. Though technically, Kanda was older, considering that he was from the past.
"How far in the future am I?" He couldn't help it; curiosity got the best of him. He even forgot to add the hostility in his hopes for the answer.
"We are in the year 1995. So about four-hundred years, give or take," came the instant reply. Satisfied, Kanda nodded. "Might I know your name, sir?"
"Kanda," he said shortly, going back to being unreceptive.
"It's nice to meet you, Kanda. I am Albus Dumbledore." Kanda stared at the hand held out to him, an eyebrow raised. Retracting his hand after a moment, Dumbledore simply smiled at him, though his eyes seemed to dim a little. He swept his arm out to the rest of the Order, saying, "This group here is called the Order of Phoenix. I'm assuming you know what magic is?"
"Yes," came the gruff reply.
"Do you know of the war that is going on now?"
"Yes. I have to protect a little brat called Harry Potter against these 'evil' wizards. Can we get on with this? Get the stupid Moyashi and rabbit over here so I don't have to keep talking."
Harry looked stunned, as well as the rest of the Order. Harry was being guarded by him? The one with the bad temper and the long sword attached to his side? Harry wasn't sure who would kill him first. Voldemort or his new bodyguard. Just great.
"Ah yes, your comrades. Why don't you step away from there so I can get them?" Dumbledore asked nicely, watching with amusement as the younger man moved aside. Closing his eyes and pointing his wand where Kanda was standing mere moments ago, the rest of the Order watched as he performed the very spell that brought him here.
After a couple of moments, the bright light vanished, leaving a young boy in the same state as Kanda had been in when he first arrived. This boy had red hair that outmatched the Weasly's, with a bandana holding it away from his face. An eye-patch covered his right eye, and the left eye was closed in his moment of nausea. Opening it after a while, Lavi saw Kanda standing off a little way's, and he grinned at the man.
Turning, Lavi took note of every detail with clear precision in his one good eye, the green coloring sparkling with a mischievous glint to it. The Weasly twins immediately took a liking to him. Standing up, the red haired man addressed the sullen Kanda with a cheery smile on his face. "So I see you haven't killed anyone yet, that's good. Though I must say, I am a bit surprised at your restraint this time, Yuu-chan!"
Then, so fast that none of the Order even saw it being un-sheathed, the sword's tip was touching the red haired man's throat, piercing it and drawing a little blood. Lavi almost gulped, but he knew that would result in more pain in blood, so he just whispered, "I'm sorry. I won't call you that any more."
Slowly, the sword was being pulled away, and Lavi allowed himself to breathe a little easier. When Mugen was completely sheathed did everyone in the room relax. Turning, the red haired man glanced up at the powerful aura that filled he room, bowing his head slightly in a sign of respect.
"I'm assuming you are Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one-hundred and four years of age. I don't have a name, but all of my friends," this is when the man shot a glare at the black, long haired man, "call me Lavi. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," he finished off with a grin, getting a pleased smile in return.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Lavi. I must say I am surprised. How did you know who I am?"
"Oh, that's easy. I found access to all of Komui's files and paper's, read them all, and found information about you and the wizarding world. Though I'm surprised we did get sent through time. Tell me—"
He got cut off by Kanda. "Can it. Now will you bring the stupid Moyashi over here? I want to go to sleep."
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or did you not get enough soba, Yuu-chan?" the red-head teased, easily ducking the swing of his sword at his head.
"Please, if you could stand back, I shall get your last comrade," Dumbledore cut in, before that spout could get any worse.
The same process happened, leaving Allen in its wake. The Order gasped simultaneously – even Dumbledore seemed a bit shocked, at the boy's cursed scar and pure white hair. This boy stood up with difficulty, spotting his partners off to the side, and smiled at them. "Lavi, Yuu."
He got a grin from the read-head and a nod from the samurai, which made the Order pause a little. When Lavi said that to him, Kanda nearly ripped the guy in half, but when the white haired boy said it, he got a nod? The Order looked at the boy with a new respect, even if they didn't know him.
Even Allen seemed a bit shocked. It seemed Kanda was relieved he was there, but he wasn't sure why. Turning, Allen took in all of the people surrounding him, then at the man that seemed to be running things. He bowed low, greeting the man. "My name is Allen Walker. You are the one who summoned us, am I correct?"
"That is correct. Do you have your mission?"
"Yes."
"Then allow me to introduce myself. I am Albus Dumbledore. I take it you are the leader of this mission?"
"Affirmative. Thank you, sir, for giving us this opportunity that no other Exorcist has had before." Allen stuck his hand out for Dumbledore to shake.
"It was no problem. Now we must set to work."
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