A/N: A new D. gray man fic because I felt like spreading more Yullen. Lately there hasn't been a lot of Kanda in the later chapters of D. gray man so now, I present to you my new fic. This is definitely AU and is loosely based off of Bloody Kiss but instead of vampires, I give you one irritable Japanese ghost. Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own D. gray man.
Exorcist or Not?
Allen Walker stared up at the ivy-mottled mansion before him. A sort of odd aura pervaded from the ancient, dust-covered windows and sent shivers down the albino's spine. Odd fissures dotted the pillars that held up the house and cracks marred the once pristine walls. The sun made everything seem all the more whimsical.
"This house has been rumored to harbor ghosts and people have said they have seen blood stains on the walls," the realtor sighed, expecting instant fear and rejection of the estate. "So if you-"
"I'll take it!" Allen grinned.
"W-Wha?" the primly dressed man blinked, eyeing the kid apprehensively.
"I said I'll take it," Allen repeated with the same easy grin and kicked opened the creaky iron gate. The rusted thing fell off its hinges, leaving the broker to gape in horror. The white-haired teen merely shrugged and continued down the cobblestone path that led to his new residence.
"You want to live here?" the real estate agent asked in disbelief.
"Well, yes," Allen answered in his clipped British accent. "I don't really have a place to stay since I've been moving around with Master so, I guess I have to stay here. And I don't really think there is a ghost here."
He wondered why his Master Cross had asked him to live in the old building. It wasn't like the man had lived in it himself (it was most likely won in a game of poker or something). True, there was a nice school nearby and the neighborhood was relatively friendly but there was an underlying reason. He just knew there was.
The door was much sturdier but had seen much wear and tear over the years. Allen stared blankly as they enter the house. Blotchy brown patches stained the peeling wallpaper and the faint musty of salt and copper wafted through the air. Blood?
Kanda glared at his reflection or, in this case, lack thereof as he felt the presence of two beating hearts enter his home. He growled in annoyance and unsheathed his katana before turning intangible and sinking to the living room.
In the 200 years that he had been dead and a ghost, there had been many people that entered his house and none of them ever left unscathed. There was no way he was going to allow some weirdo to live in his house if he could help it.
It was a child this time but definitely no ordinary child. Short snow white hair covered an abnormally shaped red pentacle on the boy's pale skin and ran from top left down to the child's left cheek. Despite these disfigurations, Kanda felt himself faintly attracted to the young teen although he mentally kicked himself for having such feelings. The boy turned and he looked at Kanda in surprise.
"He can see me?" the swordsman thought but it was impossible. Nobody could ever see him. He was dead of course. Unless... but it was highly unlikely nonetheless.
"Get out of this house," Kanda yelled, pulled out his katana, Mugen. He held it offensively and readied himself to cut through the older of the humans.
"Walker-san?" the realtor turned to the white-haired boy with an expression of both shock and fear. "Did you hear that?" The boy did not listen but his eyes stayed trained on Kanda. He charged and held his sword out.
"Get out of the way!" Allen ran and pushed the man away from the charging samurai. A red arm reached out and seized the blade.
To an ordinary human, it would look as if the blade was acting on its own, cutting and slashing in mid-air. But to the child, he could see a man not much older than him with sharp features and long, raven black hair tied into a high ponytail. Allen blushed for some reason. The man was exceptionally beautiful.
"Get out of here!" Allen called out desperately to the home estate agent. The old man needed no more persuasion and raced out of the house, screaming bloody murder along the way.
Kanda looked back at the child. His left eye had turned black and whined like a machine being turned on. The arm that had grabbed his sword was red and definitely not human. The fingernails looked black and dead while the skin looked burned and had dents here and there so that veins were prominent. Overall, he could not underestimate this small human.
"Stop please!" the boy pleaded, his eyes widening. "I'm not here to hurt you!"
"That's fine with me!" the raven-haired man snarled, "Because I have no qualms about hurting you!" The sword slipped out of Allen's grasp and came back at him with full force.
Allen dove to the left and tried to appeal to the ghost again.
"Stop!" he yelled, clearly aggravated. "I'm a spirit medium! I can help you! Argh!" Allen ran across the room and leaped to the side as the sword came flying after him.
"A spirit medium?" Kanda smirked, running his fingers across his Mugen. "I don't need one of those. I'll warn you one more time. Get out of my house!"
Allen let out a gasp of surprise and reached out to catch the swordsman's arm.
"You can... touch me?" Kanda relaxed slightly. It had been so very long since he had felt a warm human touch because of his status as a spirit and it soothed his rage somewhat.
"Umm... yes?" Allen cringed as the sword almost came in contact with his forehead. He also didn't like the spirits he came in contact with to know that he could touch them. It created a problem when he needed to exorcise some of the more malevolent ones.
"What are you doing here, beansprout?" Kanda asked, sheathing his sword.
"B-Beansprout!" Allen sputtered indignantly. "I'm not a beansprout! My name is Allen Walker!"
"Yes you are," Kanda smirked and gestured to their height difference. "You're tiny, skinny, and almost as pale as me. You're a beansprout."
"You're not that much taller than me," the cursed boy mumbled, puffing out his cheeks adorably. "And who are you?"
"Kanda," he replied after some time. Allen raised an eyebrow.
"Just Kanda?" he asked out of curiosity more than anything else.
"You don't need to know any more," the raven-haired man glared but motioned toward the dusty sofas.
"Well," Allen sat down gingerly, "I err... I own the house now."
"What?!" Kanda grabbed the front of Allen's jacket. The white-haired adolescent blushed when their faces were only inches apart.
"Don't blame me!" the cursed boy whined. "My master just left me here and I have nowhere else to go!"
"Whatever. Just don't get in my way," Kanda dropped the poor child. "How can you see me? And why the hell do you look like an old man?"
Allen suppressed the urge to snap a few choice words at the older teen but his left eye twitched.
"I'm a spirit medium," Allen replied and shed his jacket. Kanda peered at the cursed boy's arm with interest. The red skin ran all the way up the child's bicep and an odd black tattoo shaped like a cross seemed embedded in the back of the red hand. "This is my Innocence. Something I use to exorcise spirits. Only when needed of course!" He waved his hands in front of him, flustered when Kanda sent daggers at him.
"And that eye of yours?" Kanda pointed out.
"This is a curse from my late father," Allen smiled softly and touched the pentacle gently, "It's what allows me to see the world of black and white otherwise known as the spirit and human planes."
Kanda accepted this surprisingly well.
"So you'll be living here?" Kanda inquired after a pause and the boy nodded, his face red for some reason. "Do whatever you need to." He got up and turned intangible.
"W-Wait!" Allen stumbled on his own two feet and grabbed onto the front Kanda's shirt. A look of astonishment passed the swordsman's face when the child touched him even while he was intangible. He could not take the beansprout for granted.
"What is it, moyashi?" he spoke the boy's newly dubbed name in his native tongue. "And can you let go of my shirt? I don't want your germs all over it." Allen bit the inside of his cheek to stop a flow of curse words from coming forth again.
"Erm… where am I supposed to sleep?" Allen flushed and let go of the man. Kanda flushed too and grabbed onto Allen's hand. He reveled at the feeling of human contact and marveled how soft the boy's hands were but his face remained an impassive mask.
"Come on, you stupid beansprout," Kanda phased them both into the ceiling. Allen choked when the feeling of being dunked in cold, ice water washed over him as he was pulled through solid concrete and wood.
The feeling soon passed when Kanda let go of him. Allen gaped at the splendor of the room before him. Unlike the dusty and blood-covered living room, this room was kept in nice order. A large four-poster bed with blue sheets took over the large expanse of the room and an ornate desk stood in a corner. Large floor to ceiling windows covered one wall while the rest were tastefully painted a creamy neat white.
"Oi, moyashi. Stop gawking at the room and get some sleep," Kanda pushed the boy to the bed and fazed out completely. Before he left though, he found himself whispering in a small, barely audible voice, "Good night, moyashi."
Allen heard this and smiled to himself.
As Allen got ready for bed, he realized that he didn't mind the phantom that he had encountered today. In fact, he rather enjoyed the new company.
What he didn't know was that the feeling was reciprocated.
A/N: And there is my Yullen spam. Please review if you enjoyed it.