Title: Save us
Pairings:
Yullen - Kanda/Allen
Lavi/Lenalee
Komui/Reever
Rating: T (probably will go up)
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM
Prologue:
A hooded and cloaked figure moved silently and swiftly down the cobbled London streets. He was dressed fully in black. There was even a piece of black cloth acting as a bandana over his hair, shielding its colour from view. The hood was large obscuring his face, hiding its features. His hands were gloved, black also. He stuck to the shadows. There were spies everywhere he couldn't afford to be seen.
The figure moved through the back streets nothing but the moonlight as his companion. He headed towards a gate, pausing before opening it. Looking round. When he was sure he hadn't been followed he entered. He entered the graveyard and set about walking through the headstones.
Movement caught his eye. Another figure entered the graveyard, jumping gracefully, almost flying over the high fence, landing silently and expertly on the ground. The newcomer wore his hood down. Long midnight hair flowing in the wind. Sharp eyes scanning the area. His eyes found the figure clad in black and stiffened.
Before a fight could erupt the figure stepped out of the shadows and lifted his hood enough for the person to identify him.
The man Che'd and made off down the path quietly. The other followed. The two came to a stop in front of an above ground grave. A large stone box adorned with faded angels and forgotten prayers. None of which held any meaning to the two men anymore.
Black gloved hands found the handle and hauled the heavy door open with one hand, his left. Inside there was no coffin, no angels, no crosses... instead there was a long staircase heading down below the ground.
The taller of the two went in first leaving the shorter to shove the door closed behind them. He struck a match in the complete darkness and reached for the torch of the wall. He lit it, looked back at the other who had removed his hood. There were showings of silver hair at the back of his head under the bandana. A curse mark running down the left side of his face.
Allen seemed to notice the other's eyes on him but said nothing about it, he just looked back.
When the other realized what he was doing he Che'd again and made his way through the darkness, torch held in front of him. After about a mile down they came to a door. A steel door.
Kanda set the torch into the holding place on the wall and rapped on a wooden panel at the side of the door.
On the other side of the door a large man heard the echo's of the knocks and moved to open a hatch on the door so he could see who was on the other side of the 5 inch thick steel door.
"Marie, it's me and the beansprout" Kanda called out. Allen cursed the Japanese man as the two stepped aside for the massive door to be opened. When it was fully open they walked quickly into their new headquarters. But this time they weren't in an organization to save humanity. This time they were in an organization to save their own skins. Hiding from those they had worked for. Those who hadn't given them any praise. Those who now wanted them dead, now their job was done. No this was an organization for those hiding from the Vatican, from Malcolm C. Revierrer and Howard Link. Those that had fought the Millennium Earl and won. All from the Exorcists to the finders to the scientist... or what was left of them...
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I don't know if I'll carry this on. What do you think of it? Good idea?