Hi everyone. I'm here uploading a Laven story. I'm reading a lot of them actually, and felt like writing one. I had the idea for this plot when I was watching a video clip by Spice Girls (pretty gay, I know, but it's not my fault), and after listening to a certain song, which you're gonna read the lyrics in one of this story's chapters. This is my first fic, and I hope you like it :D

Disclaimer: I don't own -Man. This is sad.

Summary: Allen's life was messed up since the day he has born. He was considering the idea of killing himself after things turned out to be too painful. But when he thought everything was over, he met a lovely redhead. Since then, his life would change drastically.

EVEN IF DEATH TEAR US APART

Chapter 1: Lonesome

Life isn't like a fairy tail. I should've have kept that in mind already. Although some facts about me just betrayed reality.

It was rainy today, an unusual sight at the village I lived in. Rain was the worst climate phenomenon ever, at least for me, as it remembered me of my sorrowful past.

Yeah, at a rainy day like this, it happened. I was just seven and so unprepared to what I passed through that night. Why Mana had to die? Why he had to leave me alone? Why God took him away from me, since I had already suffered enough? I know I was being selfish, but wasn't I allowed to, just a little?

Well, I guess not.

Even though I knew a freak like me didn't deserve to be wishing, there I was, wishing. Wishing that someday I would wake up, and realize that all my life until now was just a life-long nightmare. That my arm would be normal. That my hair, now snow white, would go back to its normal color, and I would be a brunette again. That the odd-shaped scar on my face would disappear. But most of all, I wish someone would appear. Someone who would comfort me in life.

Well, maybe it was better to comfort my stomach first, since it was making itself known. But, I would have to be sure not to be too noisy, as Master was home. Another reason why I hated rainy days. Since he wouldn't go outside, mumbling something about getting soaked (wasn't it obvious?), he just ordered that his actual "girlfriend" (bitch) come to our house. And now I have to bear they being all lemon and "lovely" and cheesy and nasty all night long. Christ, I was only fifteen now, so why my virgin ears had to listen to their moans of pleasure? Whatever, it's not like this wasn't normal. Since I was living with Master for eight years now, I didn't care about it anymore. But seriously, he must know when to quit.

So I directed myself to our refrigerator at the kitchen. When I opened it, I couldn't help but frown at the sight. I should've expected it from Master. Of course it was more important to spend OUR money in women and beers rather than food, I remembered sarcastically.

But no use complaining, he will suffer for it later.

I just turned to the cookie pot that was in my left. Hoping that there would be a cookie, waiting patiently to be happily ate.

Then, me and my stomach would be happy too. I opened the pot just to see a bunch of them cookies, waiting for me. I quickly ate them all. Now satisfied, thoughts of going outside began to wander around in my mind.

"Damn, this feeling again?" I mumbled to myself.

Feelings of going outside in a rainy day never turned out to be something good. When I did so 8 years ago, I've burned up in resentment. The reason I thought of going outside? Hm, I really don't know. I just felt like it.

I walked towards the living room and glanced up at the window. The rain wasn't angry this time. It was calm, like someone's crying was the reason behind it.

I saw people running outside in the rain. One of them was holding an umbrella and made his way to the now identified girl, that was soaked. He took her hand and put her below the umbrella. I saw a smile making its way through her face as she hugged the grown up man.

"So this is what a family looks like? Is this what love looks like?" I asked to no one in particular.

Though someone ended up answering me, much to my disgust.

"Hey, idiot boy, stop acting like a girl." I heard Master yelling from behind me. I turned slowly, looking at him with an annoyed face.

"It's Allen, and you fucking know it!" I screamed.

He looked angry.

"Hey now you bloody brat, who do you think you are?" He shouted at me, his cigarette being hold a little too tightly on his fingers.

"God, I thought I've told you already. I'm Allen Walker! Guess you're too stupid to understand." I replied rudely.

Well, I asked for it. He charged towards me and I couldn't escape his unbelievable strong grip.

"I'm gonna beat the hell out of you, you fucking bastard!" He yelled at me. I was to scared to move, and I already knew what was going to happen. The fear built up more.

"What are you going to do with me?" I shouted, struggling in his strong arms worthlessly.

"I'm gonna give you what you deserve for being a brat." He smirked and unbuttoned my shirt.

"Stop, please! Don't do it to me!" I cried.

"Ain't hearing you, boy." He said, not caring at all.

He pointed his cigarette on my bare chest, and pressed it against various spots on my skin. I started to cry as soon as felt the hot tip burning on me. It hurt SO much!

"Hurting, isn't it?" He then laughed, like he was enjoying the whole situation.

I cried helplessly, my cheeks soaked with tears. My heart filled with pain and anger. When he finally let me go, I curled around myself and resumed sobbing. The pain that the cigarette burns left on my body were too intense. Despite it all, I stood, still crying and shouted at him.

"Damn, I hate you, you demon!" And then, I ran through the door and into the rain, trying to ignore the pain running through my body. The rain felt like a kind of a remedy for me, for its cooler effect on my burning wounds.

After running for what felt like ten minutes, I knelt down on the ground, and embraced myself. My tears were now camouflaged in the rain. Why Mana left me to that bastard?

Despite my burns, I were now feeling too cold.

"I haven't thought life would be so hard to be..." I muttered between my sobs.

No one, really no one came to my rescue. People passed by me, not showing pity or sympathy or concern. They only showed disgust. I could hear them saying "that freak again" or "he only wants attention".

For God's sake, what did I ever do for them to be hated so much? I was always on my own. By myself. I was born, and abandoned. I was adopted and left behind again. Adopted one more time, but I feel like being alone. I didn't choose to be like this. What's the meaning for my life? Did it ever have one? Why?

Why couldn't I die already? It was too much for me.

My vision was going blurred, I was weak. The sound of the rain was starting to fade away.

It was then that that person appeared. I only saw messy locks of red hair and a single emerald eye. Couldn't recognize. The rain seemed to have stopped, so I looked up and saw an orange umbrella above me. Then I heard a male voice.

"Hey buddy, are ya alright?" He asked, a concern tone in his voice.

It was all I remember before fainting.

So, how was it? Was it good? Was it junk? I re~eally want to know what you think about my fic, and thank you for those who read. I'm not confident writing in English yet, because y'know, I'm Brazilian. So, I think there'll be some mistakes. Forgive me for them. I'd like review, to know exactly how you all feel. I accept all them: harsh, cute, lovely, and so on. I want you to tell me my mistakes, ideas, and what you have in mind for this story to grow better, if I'm not asking too much. The second chapter may be a little late..I'm in exam week here in college, and things are gonna be hard. Wish me luck, and I'll be right here after it to upload a new chapter. This is a short chap, I know, but I promise you that they'll get longer. :D Thank you all. :3