HI! I'm not dead! But I am doing editing and continuing this story! Sorry for the long wait!
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One blistering hot summer day, in front of a small house in a dingy neighborhood a young man packed to move on to brighter horizons and to get away from his demanding guardian. The summer sun was glaring down at the lone figure as cicadas buzzed their irritating song. Allen sighed in relief as he put the last of his stuff in the moving van. Straightening, he picked up his soda gulping down what was left and tilting back his head, feeling his grown out silvery hair slide off his shoulders. He stretched feeling his sore muscles relax.
"What's with this? Why's it so hot out today?" he asked no one in particular as he looked up at the summer sky. Though his discomfort was partly his fault for wearing so much clothing, the dress shirt was starting to cling to the lean muscle of his back and his gloves itched with sweat.
"Hey! Kid, you really moving out?" a red-haired man called out in his usual condescending tone and slight glare.
Allen was starting to get annoy because Cross had asked that several times already. He replied with an evil sweet smile "Yes, Cross, and if you had stopped asking, I'd be long gone by now" adding in his mind 'finally'.
"What? Already quit calling me Master, you ingrate?"
Allen sweat dropped, mumbling under his breathe "sick bastard". His ivory skin taking on a sickly hue as he recalled all the cruel training 'Master' had put him through.
"What was that?" Cross asked coldly as he raised a dark red eyebrow.
"Nothing," Allen sighed and climbed into the moving truck and turned the key, "don't bother trying to find me, old man."
"Brat, what did you just call me?" he demanded as a vein in his forehead pulses, a sinister gleam in his visible eye.
Allen quickly drove off before Cross could start another one of his rants about how superior he was. Allen watched his old, slightly dilapidated house shrink in the distance through his rear-view mirror with bated breath, letting out a heavy sigh when it finally disappeared. His tensed up shoulders finally relaxing. Cranking up the radio, Allen started on his way to his new home.
"It's about time I got away from Cross," he mumbled in his English accent, heaving a heavy sigh as he sweat drops, "I'm surprised he even let me go. Even though I'm twenty-three now and done with culinary school he still treats me like his personal Sla~...Maid"
Allen stopped himself there and decided to just focus on the road ahead, thinking about his new job… No, his new life ahead of him.
A Japanese song started on the radio and he hummed along as he drove, translating in his head.
Saita no no hana yo
Aa douka oshiete okure
Hito wa naze kizutsukeatte
Arasou no deshou
Oh, field flower that has bloomed,
Ah, somehow, please tell me:
Why is it that people hurt each other
And fight?
Allen turns out of his neighborhood and onto the main street.
Rin to saku hana yo
Soko kara nani ga mieru
Hito wa naze yurushiau koto
Dekinai no deshou
Oh, flower that blooms with the asphalt,
What can you see from there?
Why is it that people
Cannot forgive each other?
After following it a couple miles he merges onto the highway heading south. His lips now mouthing the words to the song.
Ame ga sugite natsu wa
Ao wo utsushita
Hitotsu ni natte
Chiisaku yureta
Watashi no mae de
Nani mo iwazu ni
In the summer, the rain passed
And the blue reflected,
Small, it rippled
In front of me,
Without saying a thing.
He gets off the highway emerging on the edge of a city where the buildings gradually get closer together.
Karete yuku tomo ni
Omae wa nani wo omou
Kotoba wo motanu sono ha de
Nanto ai wo tsutaeru
What do you think
When your friends wilt?
With those leaves that do not carry words,
How do you convey your love?
Allen kept driving till it thinned out again and was on the outskirts on the other side where the nicer, older buildings were. His mind now caught up in the song and he almost misses his last turn.
Natsu no hi wa kagette
Kaze ga nabiita
Futatsu kasanatte
Ikita akashi wo
Watashi wa utaou
Na mo naki mono no tame
The summer sun is clouded
And the wind fluttered.
I shall sing
The proof that life once existed
For those who do not have a name.
The haunting lyrics stayed with him as he turned into his new driveway at his shared residence, an historic building with several cars already in the lot. The exterior was made of sturdy stone and a path way led from the parking lot cutting through the lawn connecting to the front entrance, the wood door shaded by the pillar supported front porch.
Though Allen's thoughts were elsewhere in a different time. The old scar on his face throbbed with a phantom pain as he let his mind wander toward old but sweet memories.
Allen stared vacantly out the window as a bluish light poured through it. It rained outside turning the world beyond the glass beautiful shades of purest blue and sharp green. His head barely touched the window latch and the eight year old had had a hard time getting up there. At just under four feet tall Allen was small for his age.
His calm eyes took in the dream-like world outside as his foster father Mana nimbly played the piano, humming the tune with a warm smile on his face. His eyes widened slightly with an idea as he looked over at Allen.
"Allen? Why don't you come sit over here?" He smiled kindly as Allen looked over and lightly patted the spot next to him on the bench. Allen slid off the window seat and hesitantly walked up to the huge piano looking at it like it might crush him. Noticing the high bench, Allen stopped and his right hand gripped his left sleeve anxiously.
"Mana... could I have some help up?" he asked, an embarrassed blush coloring his baby cheeks at needing help.
Mana stared blankly for a moment before chuckling good naturedly. "Sure" he said picking up the small boy by the armpits and setting him next to him.
Young Allen smiled timidly in thanks. His eyes wide and apprehensive as he stared at the keys. The huge instrument intimidated him.
Young Allen glanced at Mana, who just smiled reassuringly and patted Allen on the head.
"Let's play something together, shall we?" Mana suggested kindly his smile widening. Allen nodded shyly after realizing Mana was waiting for his consent to move on. His father grinned and ruffled Allen's soft white hair affectionately.
Mana flipped through the songbook till he found something he liked, "Ready?"
Allen nodded again and Mana took the boy's small hands and guided them to the keys. The small boy's eyes widened with surprise as they caused a beautiful lullaby to flow from the piano. His surprise quickly turned to delight and the young boy grinned up at his father, the world seeming to have shrunk down to be just the two of them and the grand piano.
Mana's lover, Neah, walked into the room after hearing the cheerful tune and grinned because Allen looked so cute and small sitting next to Mana like that. Neah had luscious dark hair and like Mana was Portuguese, though Mana wasn't as tan. People often assumed they were brothers or that they had eloped to America because of their families' opposition to homosexuals.
Neah's face split with a wicked grin as he got an idea. Making sure he went unnoticed he left the room only to come back wearing 'Johnny Scissor Hands' gloves. He snuck up behind an unsuspecting Allen and slowly puts his gloved hands on Allen's shoulders.
Allen jumped at the touch and flipped out noticing the sharp metal fingers gripping his shoulders. He flailed his arms around yelping and falling off the bench. Neah busted out laughing sounding like a deranged hyena. Mana laughed a little too but less hysterically.
Allen glowered from the floor puffing out his cheeks in a disgruntled fashion.
A sad smile tugged at his lips and Allen blinked, noticing the world after having spaced out thinking about happier times.
People who lived in his new building had begun to stare at him causing Allen to shrink behind the steering wheel nervously. How long have I been spacing out for? Allen asked himself in mortification, awkwardly jumping out of the moving van. He shuffled to the back and grabbed his suitcase for the first night in his apartment.
Alone.
That's what he was as he walked down the pathway and through the building to find his door. Silence had been his companion for so long that loud, happy environments were foreign to him. Allen found his door after several minutes of wandering halls and climbing stairs.
A tired, heavy sigh on his lips was cut short by loud trampling coming down the hallway on his left.
"What the-" He's suddenly knocked over and tackled to the ground, only seeing a flash of spikey red hair before he goes down and gets the wind knock out of him. The air rushes out of him in a forced grunt and his head bounces against the floor making his vision swim.
Someone's above him but the ceiling light backlights their face obscuring their features. "OH MY GOD! Are you alright?!" the person crushing him shrieks, but all poor Allen can think about is the stars dancing about in front of him.