Prone to Tenacity
Hey guys! School started for me but I just couldn't resist this new idea I had. This is multiple chapters like HOT DAMN. Jut because I'm writing this doesn't mean I'm giving up HD. Updates will be slower than during summer break though. This is another DGM fic and yes, it is Yullen again but not like Hot Damn. It is AU again. I don't think I'll be writing multiple chapters for a non AU. This is just the prologue and it's really short but I swear they get longer. Anyways, INTRODUCING PRONE TO TENACITY! Hope you guys enjoy it and I wish for as many reviews as HD has!
WARNING: Um, nothing yet I guess.
Disclaimer: Hoshina Katsura
Prologue: Determination
The young boy winced a little as his head hit the back of the carriage he was riding on. He'd hitched a ride with some circus folk and it was about time to get off. Thanking the kind people who let him ride with them he cursed slightly rubbing where his head had collided with the carriage.
'Stupid Master, knocking me out with a mallet and running away while I was out cold.' The boy thought to himself brooding quietly.
A small gold ball fluttered around his head before nestling into the cuff of his beanie. The little golden ball was left in his Master's place when he'd woken up. He'd always wondered what it was when he was young but learned that it was just something left better off unknown.
A few people turned their heads to watch the figure as he trudged down the streets ignoring the murmurs of the townsfolk debating whether he was a child or an aged man. His white hair always confused people like that. Ducking his head down and shoving his left hand into his coat pocket he went on his way to his destination.
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The boy sighed heavily slightly exhausted from chasing a cat around trying to get it to spit his golden companion out. He'd passed through a small town and a few villages until he'd reached where he'd sought out to go.
Standing in front of two large metal gates dressed in a dress shirt, tied together in the front with a small red ribbon instead of a tie, a gray vest, and boots the boy pressed the small button beside the gate and waited.
"What do you want?" a voice crackled through the speaker.
It sounded deep. Perhaps it was an aged man with a strong voice. At least that's how it sounded.
"Erm, I'm here to attend this academy. My Master sent a letter of recognition before I left." The boy replied with a soft but loud voice so the person could hear him through the speaker.
"Name?" The voice inquired.
"Allen Walker."