A Drop of Blood
Hey what's up this is lumi. This is my first published flick so tell me what you think. I haven't chosen parings and what not yet. I guess I'll just go with the flow
Disclaimer: I do not own man if I did I have my wicked way with Allen (evil laughter)
Allen: gulp!
Enjoy!
Summary: What if Allen had a life before he was picked up by Mana? Allen has always kept his life on the streets secret, even from his friends, but when an old enemy shows up at the order calming to know him, how long can he keep his life a secret? And just what is "The Gray war"? Dark Allen before Mana. Pairings:?
Prolog: 7 years earlier
The two stood, facing one another; the air still and the night with an eerie clam that spoke of death. Although to an outsider it would look like a playground standoff between the two boys, nothing about this meeting spoke of the word "innocent". It would end tonight they both knew. Suddenly, they launched at one another and the hiss of steel could be herd singing in the air. Each blow landing with a deadly force, only to miss the other's vitals by a millimeter. It grew into a sort of dance, sinfully beautiful, as one attacked and the other merely dogged out of the way.
Finally, the sputter of blood was herd as one of the boys dropped to the ground, his body in obvious pain. The silver eyes of the other boy laid on the sight of his enemy and for a second flashed with a look of unbearable pain and sadness but was quickly covered with a mask of indifference. The silver eyed boy took his weapon and unceremoniously plunged the blade into the chest of his attacker. The figure on the ground shuddered and coughed up blood, a drop landing on the sliver eyed ones face. The injured boy smiled, offering his attacker a week laugh as he brought his hand up to caresses the silver eyed one's cheek. A single tear rolled down his eye. "Goodbye… Al..len" breathed the boy as his arms fell limply to his side. "Allen" stood slowly and pulled his blade out the boy's chest. He had promised himself he wouldn't cry. After all, it was uncommon to cry for your enemy. "In fact I should be happy" thought Allen. The sky however, seemed to reflect how he felt in his heart and it suddenly started to rain heavily.
He should leave he realized before anyone happened upon the bloody scene. Looking down, one last time he stared at the face of his once sworn enemy while locking away the last few traces of anything he once felt for him. "Goodnight and Goodbye … brother" and off he ran, disappearing into the unforgiving night.
Lumi: Yay it's done!
Allen: You made me out to be some cold heartless killer?
Lumi: You're welcome Ally-chan ! Please review!
Allen: Ally-chan?...