Hey guys~ I've decided to throw together this since I've finally gotten some free time! Yeah I know that I should be updating...but I feel like writing this, so yeah.

Hope everyone out there is excited for HALLOWEEN! It is my favorite holiday! So in honor of my favorite holiday I am writing an AU Vampire Yullen fic!

Allen ~ appears 16 years old

Kanda ~ appears 18 years old

"English Dialog"

"Japanese Dialog"

thoughts

This means there will be homosexual situations in this story. If you do not wish to read this, then by all means press the back button. I respect that some people do not enjoy yaoi, so please respect that I do.

WARNING TO ALL MINORS ~~This is a mature fanfiction and will contain mature scenes.

Now on to the story!

~~Happy Halloween~~

Year ~ 1827

A tall figure rested quite comfortably against one of the few trees in the graveyard. The Autumn's night air had a harsh bite, but he wore only a simple cloak. It's hood cast down, letting the moon's light melt into the crimson hair that fell onto his broad shoulders. With a click of his tongue, the red head pulled out a cigarette from his cloak pocket and placed it expertly between his lips and reached for his lighter.

Click click c-click

Damn. The man inwardly swore as he shoved the cheap lighter into pocket. Seems only right. The cloaked stranger dropped the unused stick to the ground and pushed up from the tree. His feet gliding over the grass as he stalked across the graveyard.

A young boy with striking features, stark white hair and crystal blue eyes, sat in front of a polished grave. His eyes looking almost painfully wide and unmoving. A tiny pale hand reaching out to touch the tomb stone.

Most would go down on one knee and gently place a hand on the child's shoulder. To show their empathy, their understanding, and reassure the boy with a calm air.

"Come on, idiot, we're leaving." The redheaded man grunted, now standing behind the grieving boy. He kept his head level, shaded eyes looking toward the moon, as if trying to avoid the eerily dark eyes of the small boy below him.

The boy didn't move.

The man gave a deep sigh, before turning his back to the child and walking away. One more day. No more.

~~Happy Halloween~~

"So where did he come from?" A cleanly shaved business man squinted down to the boy that sat on the cold operating table. A laugh came from across the room, a sharp chirp that sounded more sinister than pleasant.

"Does it matter?" A women asked, seeming much too happy, her black hair greased back into a tight bun. Her lips strikingly red while the rest of her skin was stalk white. Her heels clicked like gun shots in the silent room as she walked up to the wealthy salesman and the young boy that seemed as dead as a doll.

"Hhmmm, I guess not." The man perched his lips in thought as he studied the youth on the table, his hand reaching out to grasp. But a sickly pale hand shot out, slapping the man's hand away.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." The women smiled, her eyes piercing into the deep and emotionless blue of the boy in front of her. Completely ignoring the shocked man who's hand now stung from the ruthless slap.

"Wha? I don't see what the big deal is? Kid looks brain dead to me. Am I being swindled!?" The clean-cut man fixed his suit angrily, glaring at the woman.

"I can assure you this is no scam. He will protect your safe." The woman leaned in close, her nose inches from coming into contact with the young boy's face. Her eyes still glued to the boy.

"Mmm, I'm not sure. I need some proof, lady. Otherwise I'm out." The man snuffed at the boy before turning on heel and marching toward the door. The slick haired lady looked to the man for the first time they entered the room.

"Proof?" The woman laughed showing off her white, pristine teeth. "Of course." She sang, her fingers hovering mere centimeters over the boy's long black hair.

~~Happy Halloween~~

"I will not say this again, Moron, so listen up." Came the bored voice of the redheaded man. His stance in the alley so natural any onlookers would guess he owned it. He absentmindedly lifted a rather large bottle to his mouth, taking a long swig, before tossing the glass farther down the alley.

"Yes, Master." A young voice spoke clearly. His tone youthful and educated, cute and boyish. And it fit the small speaker perfectly, if not too well, as he also gave of an other-worldly air. Perhaps that can be atoned to his pale skin, cold eyes, and frightfully ghost-like hair.

"Don't be seen, don't leave the body, and for god's sake don't fuck this one up again!" The man scolded, pulling back his hand and slapping the teen in the back of the head.

"I know!" The teen growled, rubbing at the back of his head. With a huff the boy walked away from the man and into the street. A few lanterns were hanging on the front doors along with strings of dried gourds, and a small pumpkin sitting in front of one of the wooden houses.

The teen's disgruntled face slowly fell as he walked down the street, replaced with an emotionless mask, eyes creeping around every turn and alley in search of his first meal. His first attempt at stalking had not turned out the way he and his master had hoped. After knocking the man out he had panicked and nearly got caught trying to run from the scene.

Not this time. The teen lifted his nose and breathed in the night, the cool air revealing the smell of all that passed by. The last inhabitant was only a few minutes ago, heading to his right with what smelt like bread. Most likely a father on his way home with dinner. Frowning for a moment, the boy turned in the direction of the scent. It's just to survive…Looking down at his hands, curling them and watching the muscles stretch, the young man gave a long sigh before starting down the next street. Soon coming into view of the man, who was carrying a brown bag, and whistling as he cheerfully walked to his home.

The pearly mouth gave a small smile as he deafly stalked up behind the man, his right hand out stretched toward the whistler. Quickly and quietly. Inhaling in the sweet scent of t-

BAM! "Ah!"

The small boy was taken back abruptly by a large weight. A large body clothed in a dark navy had run straight into him! His whole body was sent flying into the air at impact and thrown across the street.

"Ahhh! Demons!" The man yelped at the sight of the two forms now across the street. He turned on the spot and ran, dropping his food in the process and making small high pitched squeaks.

"Oh great! Now what shall I tell Master!" The young teen sighed, pushing the larger form off of him with a flick of his wrist. Damn it all! Now I will have to search again. The boy huffed while standing to his feet and dusting off his clothes. The other flew to his feet in an instant; eyes squinted in anger with his teeth firm.

"Damned children; always standing in the way! You cost me deeply, brat!" A deep voiced remark came from behind the cloaked boy.

"Excuse me? I am not a child!" The pale boy spoke evenly, trying to keep from yelling at the elder. Who obviously ran into him and cost him his meal.

"You barely reach my chin! Now out of my way, brats should be in their beds at this time of night anyway." The older teen monotone, his eyes barely looking down to the shorter male as he started to walk down the way the frantic man ran.

"What!? It seems you are even more dense than your appearance proclaims you to be! It is blatantly obvious that I am only an inch or two shorter than you!" The boy said, marching after the taller teen.

"Well than it might be wise for you to check a mirror, brat." The teen said.

The smaller boy grumbled and seethed. How dare he make fun of my height! It is not like I can grow any longer! Walking down the street, right behind the other felt strange. This whole time he never saw the elder as a meal; never felt the hunger. His eyes suddenly caught the shine of a torch behind a glass window. A perfect reflection of the dark street in the glass.

But neither him nor the elder teen could be seen as they walked by.

Is he? The cloaked male stopped short, watching as the other continued on his way down the street, only pausing a moment to look over his shoulder. ….No, it couldn't be…

"He is a being like me." The boy whispered, before turning and walking the opposite way. Face turned to the ground, avoiding the reflective mirrors at all cost.

~~Happy Halloween~~

Year ~ Present

"Awe Kanda your pictures turned out crappy again!" A girlish wine came from the front of the class. The origin of the voice coming from a young Chinese girl with a pixie haircut. She walked through the class of chattering students all the way to the back of the room to a sulking pony-tailed teen.

"Che. You're surprised?" Came the deep monotone as the male took the photos from the girl and promptly ripped them to pieces.

"Oh no! Yuu! I didn't get a chance to see them!" Came a boyish yell from a few rows over. A lengthy redhead leaped from his seat

"I've told you not to call me that!" Kanda growled, picking up his rather large English textbook and chucking it at the giggling redhead.

"Hey Kanda don't throw things!" The Chinese girl yelled, taking her own textbook and smacking Kanda behind his head. The Japanese male growled, lifting his hand only to rub at the backside of his head, glaring at the teen that now stood beside his desk.

"Fuck off, Rabbit!" Kanda shot back, ignoring the stares he got from around the room.

"Okay that's enough, Kanda. Today we will be starting on the blah blah blub gah….." The teacher said, walking in the room and pulling out the large book from under his desk and flipping through the heavy pages.

Kanda gave an angry "Che" but opened his book none the less. Closing his eyes and resting on his hand, his eyes somehow looking out the window. A low breeze swept through the trees, pulling the dying leaves from the multicolored branches. He did not need to pay attention to the lesson, seeing as he has attended thousands of educational systems. The only reason he kept enrolling in the schools was to keep up with the current knowledge and keep a yearly I.D. and to keep him busy. Well, there was also the fact that his guardian forced him to go so he will have to socialize, but Kanda denies entirely.

But socializing was not Kanda's strong point. In fact the only time he talks is to include his blunt disapproval or to curse the annoyance that had interrupted his piece. So he barely spoke at all.

Humans will never understand.

~~Happy Halloween~~

"So…this is America." Came a cheery, almost boyish voice. His accent untraceable, but held a familiarity to many countries. But it was definite that the teen was not a native of The States. His hair was messily styled, his skin a healthy pale, and wore a black petticoat with silver fastenings. An easily spotted oddity in the crowd of tanned skin and dark hair, a rainbow of colored coats, and hair styles that seemed hundreds of years ahead of his.

Quickly jogging up the concrete steps and past the train terminals, he started off into the streets, looking up at the towers and structures that seemed to extend into space. He had been to many cities before, but this was his first time in America, and it had been so long since he had seen something knew, that the natural urge to "ooh" and "ahh" was stirred up.

Ring, ring, ring. A classical piano tune cut the odd teen from his musings. He quickly pulled out his phone.

"Hello, Master." The teen said, not bothering to look at his caller I.D.

"Took you long enough! Now listen up, because I will only say this once. The house is on East Water street, number 389. You'll be on the first floor. You're on your own with rent." A harsh yell came from the other end of the phone, the teen kept the devise a good foot away from his head, and yet his ears still hurt from the volume.

"So it is a guarantee that you will not be joining me, then?" The boy said with a small sigh.

"It is five hundred years too early for me to go back to the U.S. Now get moving! You will be late for school." The man laughed with a sinister laugh.

"SCHOOL?! Master you must be joking! I haven't attended school for over a hundred years! I do not see the-" The teen tried, but was interrupted.

"Don't go fucking this up, got it?!" The voice yelled one last time. Click. The sound signaled the end of the conversation. Stuffing the phone back into his coat pocket and followed the arrow signs that showed directions toward the school zone.

"Uh, to think after all these years under his hammer I am thrown into this educational jail. Oh, no. What is an American school even like? What am I to expect? The only movie I've seen is that dreadful musical! And I hardly believe the students will all burst out in song…at least I sure hope not." The boy mumbled, his right hand grabbing at his head to relieve his stress.

"Wait…LATE! I am late!"

~~Happy Halloween~~

"Now the 'ln' is multiplied by the division of 'n' by 'No'. But this is only half of the equation to find halflife. You will also need to know that-" The chemistry teacher yawned, before writing out the equations on the whiteboard. When suddenly the door to the class room burst open.

Slam! "I'm terribly sorry, Miss! I was late getting off the train and would have made it here on time but the officer out front would not let me pass! Please excuse my disturbance." Came a scared and boyish voice from the door.

Every head in the room looked toward the door, eyes widening at the person that stood in the door, who was now bowing at waist height. Even the teacher was surprised.

"O-oh, well you must be the new student. I will oversee it for today, but next time you are late you will have to go to the office and receive a late slip. And it is also rude to just walk in, so next time please knock and wait for me to open the door." The teacher said, walking back over to her desk and continuing to write the equations on the board.

"Yes, of course! Please, excuse my rudeness." The boy rose from his bow, looking around the room. Grabbing at his left hand in reflex as he suddenly felt nervous. What now? Should I sit down?

As if sensing the boy's awkward gesture, the teacher turned to him once more.

"You can sit anywhere that's open."

The teen all but ran toward the first empty seat he could find, sitting down in the perfect picture of posture. Unfortunately he did not have time to buy any school supplies, so all the teen could do was listen and pray he did not have to write anything down.

"The next part you will need to know is what t1/2 equals. This is the blah blah blah…" The chemistry teacher continued.

What is this! They teach such advanced courses in High School? The boy's eyes quickly surveyed the class, seeing bored faces, scribbling down whatever it was the teacher was writing. Dear Lord I have been away from education for longer than I thought! Grabbing at his hair the poor teen bit his lip in worry. I sure hope Master had a good reason for putting me in this Hell hole. I doubt I will be making any high marks. If despair had an aura it was around him by now. I guess I should start writing this down then…oh right, no paper. Looking to his left the teen saw his neighbor was looking out the window, a notebook with nothing written down on its pages.

"Um, excuse me?" The boy whispered toward the other student, but it seemed like the other had not heard him. So quickly the odd teen reached over and poked the taller. Not expecting for the other to grab his wrist before his finger could come into contact with him. "Oh…um."

"Don't touch me." The other growled lowly, his left eye turning to see who it was. "Che. Moyashi." The taller teen monotone while dropping the pale wrist like as if scorned.

"Moyashi! I was only going to ask for a piece of paper and a pencil, but I see that you cannot be a polite human being. Sorry to disturb you, baka!" The boy whispered heatedly in fluent Japanese.

The other teen's head shot around at that, definitely surprised to hear his native language from the oddball. Kanda tried to hide his interest, but it had been so long since he had been to Japan, he was almost craving for some kind of normalcy. Namely: soba on the lunch menu, a Japanese langue course instead of Spanish and French, and a few Japanese speakers. Was that really too much to ask for?

Looking back at the pouting teen, Kanda frowned. This wasn't exactly what he was hoping for though.

Damn Moyashi.

~~Happy Halloween~~

Happy Halloween everyone! Chapter two up tomorrow!~ (hopefully)