A/N: (Dated 18 May 2016) I first thought to make it a oneshot but the story kind of begged to continue so there you go...I will remove the CHARACTER DEATH alert and Tragedy from the genre as this fic aims to be an angsty drama/romance featuring our favourite Yullen.
Kanda will seem to be slightly OOC in the initial chapters but he will come around soon.
Happy reading...and please please review!
A/N: I had this idea bouncing around so decided to finally pen it down. Character Death alert and a bit OOCness.
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Love…is an amazing feeling. A torture so beautiful, it leaves one gasping for more in its wake. It is pain, it is pleasure...and a lot of things which perhaps no word can describe. Lucky are those who get to experience this love, and stay sane to tell the tale.
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Allen Walker stared up at the cracked ceiling, his silvery-grey eyes strangely unfocused. He did not care that he was lying on the cold stone floor of the school gym's shower room, nor did he bother to lift his arm and turn the faucet close. The bucket near his head had been overflowing for perhaps the last twenty minutes—maybe an hour—but the usually environment-conscious eighteen-year-old did not bother. The water seeped into his hair, darkening his stark white hair into multiple shades of grey. It soaked his uniform thoroughly, and the cold was eating away his body heat.
But he did not care.
Salty tears mixed with the water that was flooding his cubicle, tears that streamed from his eyes with reckless abandon. He was not hiccoughing or crying like the over-dramatic scenes one saw in the movies. It seemed as if his heart had enough and the emotions were overflowing.
School was over a long time back, the room now slowly darkening as the sunset gave way to twilight. He should go home.
Home? A harsh laugh escaped his lips, the only sound since the afternoon. It was just a shoebox with a tiny window—a place to crash for the night. Home is the place where one belonged. And Allen Walker knew now that he did not belong anywhere.
He sat up slowly, his wet hair sticking to his scalp and neck. He fingered a strand, a sad smile on his lips. He was a freak of nature, of course he did not belong. He was naïve and stupid enough to believe that someone liked him, loved him.
When his own birth parents kicked him out of the house, who on earth would love him?
He stood up shakily, holding on to the rickety door for balance. He turned the faucet close and opened the door. Only to see himself reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.
A lanky high-schooler clad in a white shirt, black pants and a black vest. With a shock of white hair, pale silvery-grey eyes, alabaster complexion. With the exception of his left hand, which was heavily scarred courtesy of being the lone survivor of the fire that engulfed his orphanage seven years ago. A thin scar ran down the left side of his face, from his forehead to his chin. A remnant of a street-fight which went ugly.
He should be a circus exhibit, not a student in a school for normal people.
The owner of the orphanage, a man named Tiedoll, was the one who enrolled him in to the Nietzsche Academy. Allen had always been an exceptional student, and the genial man did not want his talents to go waste. The principal of Nietzsche, a Chinese man named Komui Lee, welcomed Allen with open arms and agreed to give him the Merit Scholarship if he maintained his grades all through high school.
Allen remembered the happiness he felt that day—it was as if he was offered a path to heaven. The first year in middle school had been okay—Komui Lee's sister Lenalee Lee was his classmate and she soon became his friend. Well, his only friend since the others refused to be associated with "a lower-class orphan freak". But Tiedoll was a renowned man, a famous painter whose paintings were legendary. And so, being Tiedoll's ward gave him some sort of protection.
During his final year in middle school, all hell broke loose.
Tiedoll had been battling cancer for years, but he then finally succumbed to the disease. And if that was not enough a shock, Komui Lee was thrown off the position of principal by Nietzsche's governing board as the former had made some strict arrangements which weren't liked by the parents of the "high-and-mighty" kids. It was painful to say goodbye to Lenalee, who had become the closest confidante he ever had. The Lees had become more like a family he never had, and suddenly they were snatched away from him.
The new principal, needless to say, was a puppet of the governing council. He rolled back all the rules Komui had set, making the school a playground of the rich and famous. Allen's scholarship got more clauses added to it—now he had to stay within the top three positions in every subject in order for the scholarship to continue.
Allen gritted his teeth at the announcement but he knew he was powerless. He could not do anything; except studying.
High school became hell for him—those students who refrained from picking on him due to Tiedoll and Komui now made Allen their punching bag. The worst of them were Tyki Mikk and Road Kamelot—they left no stone unturned to make his life a living nightmare.
From sabotaging his locker to tearing his assignments to ambushing him on his way home, Allen had to endure all sorts of bullying. Tiedoll's inheritance too was snatched away from him by his business associates on the grounds that Allen Walker had not been adopted by the man and hence had no legal entitlement to his property.
Then one day, the impossible happened. Road Kamelot had ambushed Allen in the school backyard and was about to use him as a punching bag when she was stopped by someone.
Allen had never seen anyone so beautiful as the person who stood before him.
He was taller than him by at least a head, pale skin, cobalt eyes on a delicately angular face, long black hair tied in a ponytail.
"Yuu Kanda, do you realise what you are doing?" Road simpered dangerously, her violet eyes flashing.
"Road Kamelot, do you realise what you are doing?" Yuu Kanda said, gripping her hand more tightly. Road snatched her arm back, giving him another glare before bouncing away.
The ones holding Allen dropped him on the ground as they followed her.
Allen looked up at him. He had never seen him before.
Yuu Kanda offered him a hand and helped him stand up.
"Kanda. Transfer student." He said in a manner of introduction.
"Allen Walker," he replied.
Since that day, Kanda never left his side. The taller boy was always with him and slowly, Allen realised that he felt something more than friendship for Kanda.
Three months after that fateful meeting when the duo were walking down the footpath after school, Allen kissed him on his lips. His conscience tried to berate him for his actions but his body for once. Kanda had been shocked for a couple of moments, but he kissed back. Since that day, Allen felt his old skip return in his step. Sure, he got the stares and murmurs but he did not care.
He had Kanda.
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The two years passed in bliss. Allen looked forward to school now, he had Kanda to meet with. Those secret kisses in the locker room, sudden brushes of hand, lingering touches…Allen committed them all to memory. Tyki and Road had stopped bothering him, and this relaxed mood made him excel in his classes. Already he had received acknowledgement of admission from the best universities in the country, and Komui was glad.
Allen kept in touch with the Lees through email, and he was glad to realise that Lenalee wanted to opt for the same university as him. Kanda too had applied for the same and he would be receiving confirmation any minute now.
Lenalee was dying to meet the man who stole her "little brother's" heart away. And Allen knew she would like him.
Four months till graduation. Allen thought he could not have been any happier than this.
But Gods, he was so wrong
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Allen was walking towards the gym to retrieve his bag when he heard voices. He frowned, school was closed so what were people doing here? He was allowed because he was the gym monitor for the week.
He decided to peek in—newspapers had been rife with reports about school break-ins. If it was someone suspicious, he would go and call the police.
He opened the door a slight crack.
And what he saw made him freeze with disbelief.
He saw Kanda. And Tyki Mikk, Road, and the twins Jasdero and Devitto. And they were all laughing together.
"You got him hook, line and sinker, bud," Tyki chortled, clapping Kanda on the back. "I mean, if I'd not known before, I'd have sworn that you'd fallen for that freak."
Kanda snorted. "As if…as if his hair wasn't enough, his arm's so creepy. Just looking at it gives me the creeps."
Road guffawed at the statement. "So when's the big announcement? Make it soon, I can't wait anymore!"
Tyki patted Road's head. "All in time, cousin mine."
"I've asked that freak out to the school festival. The bigger the crowd, the better it would be. After all, I've spent two years getting the show ready," Kanda said, that softness which Allen had grown to associate with him missing.
Allen felt his knees give way as he flopped to the floor.
No…this cannot be happening…it's all a bad dream…
The door was yanked open by Kanda. Allen thought he saw shock in those cobalt orbs but as he blinked, a wicked smirk graced his face.
"Aww damn, there goes my plan," he smirked mirthlessly. He dragged up Allen's collar to make him stand.
Road clapped with delight, the twins following suit.
"This is the best expression ever!" she squealed.
"Seriously, freak…you didn't think he loved you, did you?" Tyki laughed, his amber eyes gleaming.
Allen heard them speak, but he had eyes only for the man who held his collar. He searched those cobalt orbs for some hint, some piece of solace but all he found was the look that was mirrored in Tyki and Road's faces.
Contempt. Scorn. Hatred.
Why…Kanda…
Kanda dropped him, said something to the others and walked out of the room, leaving Allen alone.
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Allen rubbed his hand over the scar on his face.
Tyki was right; he should have known.
Allen walked out of the shower room, leaving a small river in his wake. He was about to step out into the corridor when he heard gunshots.
What the…
Allen rubbed his face clean of the salty streaks, slapping himself to get the world into focus. He could wallow in self-grief later, but now someone was in danger.
He ran towards the sound, his fingers dialling the emergency number on his cellphone.
"Devisham City Police Department."
"Shooting in Nietzsche Academy. Please help!"
"Please stay in a secured location. Help is on your way."
Allen stuffed the phone into his pocket as he climbed down the steps. He heard the gunshots again—they seemed to come from the football field.
Night had already fallen, leaving the only source of light to be the street lamps and the path guiding lights of the school. Allen could make out a couple of figures in the field, a group huddled together while a lone figure stood, most probably facing them. Probably the man with the gun.
Another gun shot and an unearthly scream filled the air.
Seemed like a girl.
Allen rushed forward and using the element of surprise crashed into the gunman, making his shot go wide. A resonating clag informed him that the bullet it the metal goalpost.
"Stop!" Allen huffed, shivering in the cold night air.
"Hey you little…" the gunman cursed, trying to shake him off.
"RUN!" Allen yelled.
Suddenly, the entire football field was bathed in light; someone must have switched on the floodlights.
Allen thought he saw a security personnel rush back into the cabin.
Stupid fool, where does he think he's going?
"Allen?"
Allen could recognise that voice anywhere, anytime.
He looked at the ones who standing opposite him.
It was Kanda. Along with Tyki and Road. And it seemed Road was shot in her leg which was currently bleeding heavily.
"I've called for the police," Allen grunted, maintaining his grip around the gunman's midsection. "Take her and run!"
Kanda looked flabbergasted.
"I…"
"RUN!" Allen yelled again.
Tyki looked in bewilderment at the white-haired boy, unable to comprehend the current situation.
The gunman wrenched Allen off his body and threw him away. He then pointed the gun at Kanda.
"You! You filthy pieces of shit! Because of you, I'd to sell my house! My family is on the streets, my daughter sleeps hungry…you'll DIE. TODAY!"
Allen saw him pull the trigger. And again, his body bypassed the commands of his brain.
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Yuu Kanda was one of the members of the so-called aristocratic privileged class. His father was the owner of the famous Flazenmich line of cutlery while his mother was a renowned fashion designer. He had lived in Japan all his life before his father decided to let him transfer to London and finish his high-school. Tyki Mikk was his childhood friend and Kanda was in a way glad to meet him again.
And when Tyki told him about the Allen plan, he was more than eager to participate. Staying under his parents watchful eye meant he had to always toe the line but now, he could have a bit of fun, right?
The boy was stupid, and naïve to boot. He couldn't believe how easily Allen believed his honeyed words—that adoration that shone in his silver eyes never failed to amuse him. He waited for the right opportunity to break this illusion—it's been ages since he last bullied someone.
But that day when the boy kissed him, Kanda felt something awaken in him.
He never why he kissed back—now, he wasn't falling for that midget, right?
Now his heart started warring with his brain, his conscience battled against common sense. What was happening to him?
He decided to end the game; the fun had suddenly disappeared. He wondered whether he had gone too far this time.
But when he saw Allen outside the gym door, he realised that the limit was a faint line on the horizon. The boy who was standing before him now was a broken shell. And Kanda did not need a genius to tell him who made Allen this way.
He had to get out of that room…he couldn't face Allen. He could not look into those haunting silvery-grey eyes.
No, he had to get away.
The others followed him, Tyki and Road still chortling.
And that's when they encountered the gunman.
He winced as one of the shots hit Road in the leg. He had to do something…anything.
That's when he saw someone push the perpetrator off balance.
When the floodlights came alive, he realised it was Allen. He faintly recognised the perpetrator as the man who was personally kicked out by his father a couple of weeks ago. The man was caught selling the latest designs to a rival company.
Allen was yelling something but Kanda failed to register it. All he could see was that Allen was sopping wet and his eyes were bloodshot.
He had been crying.
The faint tell-tale blush on his cheeks indicated that he was slightly feverish as well.
And it's my fault…
"RUN!" Allen yelled.
And leave you alone…
The man threw Allen on to the ground and trained the gun on him.
"DIE! TODAY!"
Kanda knew that this time, he wouldn't be able to run. He saw Allen look at him, and then at the gunman. And something indescribable came in his face.
Kanda had a sudden sense of foreboding.
No…don't…
The gunshot seemed more thundering than the rest.
Kanda waited for it, but the pain did not come. Only he felt something warm splash on his face. He opened the eyes he hadn't realised he had closed.
Allen stood in front of him, his arms stretched wide. He turned to face him and before he could say anything, he dropped backwards. Kanda hurried forward, breaking his fall with his arms.
"Allen…why?"
"I loved the Kanda who protected me for the last two years. And there is always some madness in love," Allen coughed, spitting blood. "But, there is also always some reason in madness."
"Please…don't talk…" Kanda said, panic setting in. Allen cannot die…Allen cannot die!
"I don't why you did what you did, Kanda," Allen coughed again. The bullet wound on his left side looked nasty, bathing both of them with an eerie red. "I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you."
"I'm so sorry…" Kanda whispered. Faint sirens could be heard now. He heard some scuffles and shouts—the gunman must have been caught. But he did not care. All he wanted was to see the boy in his arms walk again.
"I didn't mean this to happen…it was a joke at first…but I don't know how…I fell in love with you, Allen Walker…"
Allen smiled tiredly, but Kanda knew he didn't believe him. He hugged him, cradling his head gently. He kissed his lips, trying not think how cold they were.
"Kanda…I…I…loved you…."
Those silvery-grey eyes closed, and Kanda knew he wouldn't be seeing them again.
A/N: I might extend this story but I can't give any promises at the moment. But till then, it's a one-shot.
Review...please! :)
UPDATE: 18 MAY 2016: It is a multi-chapter fic now, so stay tuned!
