Welcome to Chaos in the Order!

The setting for this story is in Edo, Japan around the 1700s. It will contain blood/gore. It may contain yaoi at some point. It's mature because I like to use characters that like to say fuck a lot. So you young readers out there, I suggest you cover your eyes in the future. I cannot possibly copy the attitudes of the characters that I write about because I am not the original creator so my characters will be OOC. I'm sorry if that is disappointing to you.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own D. Gray-Man.

I hope you enjoy!


Blood tainted the pure white snow surrounding Mana. His ragged breathing was slowly starting to fade. He reached over to Allen trying to pull him closer to his battered body. Allen's sobbing continued to grow louder as blood continued to flow through his small trembling hands.

"Allen," Mana's soft spoken pain filled voice reached Allen's ears. "Allen, you must…" He took in another gasping breath, "You must keep walking forward. Don't stop for anyone." He took another breath in, "Run if you must, but please keep walking forward. You must persevere." Mana tried to take in one more breath, but his body failed and he started sinking back down to the snow. His grip on Allen slackened and his hand fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Mana," Allen reached a trembling hand toward Mana. "Mana, please. Please, wake up, Mana! Mana!" Allen buried his face in Mana's blood covered body, tears pouring down his face as he continued to cry over his foster father. "Mana, please don't leave me!"

A set of footsteps crunched through the snow, slowly getting closer to Allen.

"Oi, kid. I have to take you with me. I know you're sad, but we need to put a seal on you as soon as possible." Allen looked up at the man beside him. He was wary of this new man, but Mana had trusted him. "You don't want this happening again, do you?" Allen furiously shook his head no. The man with long fiery hair gave him his hand and lifted him up. "Good. He'll get a proper burial. I promise." He whispered.

Allen looked back at Mana as he was led away, tears mixing with the blood on his face, almost making it look like he was crying tears of blood.


Allen woke with a start, clutching his left arm as pain shot from his fingertips to his shoulder, almost in a rhythm like a heartbeat. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he cradled his arm to his chest. Picking up his kimono and slowly draping it across his shoulders, he carefully made his way to the screen door. He popped his head outside looking for his helper Timothy.

"Timothy, are you here?" Allen croaked through his parched throat.

Footsteps slapped the hardwood floor as Timothy made his way to Allen. "You called, Nii-san?" Timothy asked with worried eyes.

"Yes, I need you to call on Lavi. Tell him to bring the Innocence. He should come right away." As soon as Allen finished his sentence Timothy darted through the grass heading toward the gate.

Allen went back to his bed, and gently lay back down, still cradling his arm to his chest. The seal on his arm was black, but with every painful throb, it flashed a scarlet red as the demon inside of him tried to break free of his inner prison. Sweat was beginning to drip down Allen's face as his body stayed tense trying to ward off the pain. His room felt suffocating in the summer heat, and his breathing came out as fast pants in the silent room. He let out a moan through clenched teeth as a more painful throb raced up his arm.

The pain in his arm kept intensifying with every passing second. His right hand was gripping his left arm tightly, hoping that it would distract him from his pain. Minutes passed by agonizingly slow. Allen prayed for Timothy to arrive with Lavi sooner rather than later, and before he knew it, his screen door was slammed open and Lavi strode toward his bed. Sweat trailed down his cheeks and his breathing was fast paced. He placed a box beside Allen and began to fumble with the lock for a minute, wiping his brow as sweat fell into his eyes.

"Timothy, I need you to get a bucket of cold water with a towel for Allen." Timothy nodded and quickly left to fulfill Lavi's order.

"How long has the seal been fading away, Allen?" The red head turned back toward Allen with worry etched into his features.

It took Allen a couple minutes to think through the pain, "I think it has been at least an hour, but I'm not too sure," He paused for a moment before adding, "I woke up with it throbbing, but I could have slept through the pain for a while." Allen looked away with a dejected look.

"The demon is getting stronger, Allen. This is the eighth time this month that I have rushed over here," He took in a deep breath as he reached into the box he brought with him, "Your seal is fading faster every time it tries to escape. You need to find Cross and have him strengthen your seal."

Allen paled at the mention of his master, Cross. "Lavi, I wouldn't know how to find him even if I wanted to find him. He moves to a new place every other day. Hell, he could be in another country for all I know. I can't rely on him." Allen clenched his teeth again as his arm throbbed and glowed red for several seconds. When it finally passed Allen felt like he could breathe again.

Right as Allen relaxed; Timothy came rushing through the open door with the bucket of cold water setting it beside Lavi. "Thank you, Timothy. You can go now. I'll call for you if we need anything else." Timothy left with a worried glance at Allen, but he knew not to speak as Allen was being treated.

Lavi dipped the rag in the cold water and squeezed out the excess water. He then wiped off the sweat on Allen's brow. When he was done he dipped the rag back into the cold water. After squeezing the rag again he gently placed the rag over Allen's eyes. "I'll fix your seal, but I can't stop the pain." Lavi whispered to Allen. Allen knew the process. Lavi would place the small golden cube of Innocence above his heart and it would seep into his body forcing the demon within him to retreat back to the recess of his body and mind. The only downside to pushing the demon back was that the demon would raise its power in a fit of rage, and the pain would be much more intense. More than likely, Allen wouldn't last long, and he would pass out like he did every other time the demon inside him would try to break free.

As the Innocence started to merge into his body, Allen's back arched off the bed as the pain intensified from his arm to his body. Teeth clenched tight as he lowered himself back down. Maniacal laughter flitted through his head as Allen started to tremble under the pressure. Although Lavi couldn't see it, he knew that Allen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he passed out. Lavi couldn't do anything else for him except to sit and wait for him to wake up.


Allen was led to a small run down shack across town. The man with the fiery red hair said his name was Cross. He was an exorcist that specialized in exorcising demons and sealing them away. He told Allen that a bad man had taken him away and sealed a very powerful demon inside him. That man was the reason Allen had lost control of his body, and Mana was lying dead on the ground. That man was called The Millennium Earl.

The Millennium Earl was trying to take over the world. He took children off the street and placed powerful demons inside their bodies in the hopes of creating the ultimate weapon that he could train and control. Allen would have been one of those mindless creatures if Mana hadn't gone looking for him. Mana tried to protect him and took him far away from the Millennium Earl, but Allen couldn't control himself and started to change in appearance and in mind. His left arm started to morph into a scarlet red claw. Inside his mind a voice was shouting at him to kill everything, and in the next moment Allen had slashed through Mana.

Cross told him that his arm would never look the same again. He would never be able to kill the demon inside him, and that he could only suppress it inside of his body. Cross also told him that he probably wouldn't live pass the age of twenty five. His body wouldn't be able to keep up with the strain of suppressing a demon. All-in-all, Allen was doomed to an early grave.

The days that followed inside that shack were a nightmare in itself. Cross placed a seal on Allen that changed the coloring of his arm from his fingertips to his shoulder an onyx black. It stopped right below his shoulder and formed a seal with two stripes curving around his shoulder and it had eight circles with arrows caressing his collarbone pointing toward his neck, four arrows on the front of his shoulder and four arrows on the back. It was very painful sealing the demon within Allen. Cross told him it would feel like the pits of hell were burning him from the inside out. At first, Allen didn't believe him, the pain was very dull, but when the demon inside him realized what was happening, Allen had to be strapped down to keep himself from harming his own body. Three days and three nights, Allen thrashed within his restraints, screaming from the top of his lungs. Cross could only sit and watch as the demon within Allen tried to resist the seal. By the fourth day, Allen slumped to the ground with exhaustion, and barely had the strength the keep his eyes open.

Cross looked down at him and whispered a final incantation, "Holy cross that dwells within me. With the power to destroy darkness, bring salvation to this soul." Allen's body arched off the ground, and with one last scream, the demon was sealed within his body and mind. Soon after, Allen slumped to the floor and exhaustion took over his body, casting him into a deep sleep. While asleep, a pentacle started to form above his left eye and it continued to dip down toward his eyelid and down to his cheek. His chestnut brown hair was turned a startling white and later he would realize that his chocolate brown eyes were silver. He was not the little boy that played with Mana at the circus anymore. He was forced to grow up in a world that should have never existed. He would become a man that would have to fight for his life. He would fight those who needed him the most, the other children who turned into the Millennium Earl's followers his precious Akuma, as he calls them. Allen would bring Salvation to those poor souls.


A gentle breeze caressed Allen's cheek. His eyes fluttered open as he slowly started to wake up. With a groan he started to sit up, making it almost halfway before a hand was guiding him the rest of the way. A cup of water was thrust into his face, and Allen gladly took it, drinking it as fast as he could. He looked to his side to see Lavi staring at him with a smile on his face.

"It's about time you woke up!" He nearly shouted at Allen.

"How long was I out this time?" Allen asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Well, I came over early yesterday morning, so almost two full days have passed since I fixed your seal." Lavi replied with a frown.

"Two days?"

"Almost. You had me worried this time. I couldn't get you to wake up like you did the other times." Allen looked at Lavi again and realized that he stayed by his side the whole time. He was unkempt and there was an abundance of wrinkles in his standard work kimono. His eyes had dark rings around them and his headband he wore all the time was tied loosely around his neck leaving his flaming red hair brushing his shoulders. Allen was about to say he was sorry when his stomach let out a loud protest.

"I guess I'm hungry." Allen smiled at Lavi.

"Let's get cleaned up, and I'll take you out for dinner." Allen nodded to Lavi, and Lavi left to get ready in the spare hot spring beside Allen's room.

Allen gingerly lifted himself from his bed, and let his kimono fall to the floor around his feet. His body was sore from staying in one position for so long, and a nice soak in the hot spring would make him feel better. Allen glanced down at his left arm and thankfully it was back to normal, well, as normal as a solid black arm could be. He flexed his fingers and clenched his fist to see how sore his arm was. A slight tremor ran through his arm, but other than that he felt fine. He let out a sigh of relief. He knew that someday soon, the demon would break free of his prison, and Allen would lose his mind in the process. It was a terrifying reality that Allen wished he didn't know.

Making his way to his own personal hot spring, Allen's thoughts kept straying to the past. For several days he kept remembering Mana's death and the nights that followed. A shudder ran through his spine as he thought about that dreadful cabin. Allen kept trying to forget about what happened inside that cabin, but his mind kept pushing the thoughts to the front of his mind. Allen let out a dark chuckle as his thoughts strayed to what happened afterward. Cross had taken Allen into his care, and traveled around the world finding the Millennium Earl's, Akuma to save. He taught Allen how to use a sword, and eventually Allen had arrived in Japan living in Edo. That was three years ago, and since Allen moved to Edo, Cross had disappeared leaving no trace as to where he was.

Sinking into the hot water, Allen let out a sigh of satisfaction. Glancing at the door he came through, he noticed his sword reflecting the moonlight. A year ago, Japan issued a ban on all swords, and only the highest class, the Samurai, could carry swords in public. Because of the ban on swords in Edo, Allen couldn't carry his sword out in the open. The Akuma were all around him, but he wouldn't be able to attack or defend himself unless he was alone. During the daytime, he was a bystander. His left eye would show him the Akuma surrounding him, hiding among the innocent. He has a perfect view of the demons inside. At night, he hunts the Akuma and brings salvation to the souls of the children the Millennium Earl kidnaped. He patrolled the area the Bafuku (samurai) didn't.

"Allen, are you almost done?" Lavi shouted through the door shocking Allen out of his thoughts.

"Give me a minute!" Allen pulled himself out of the water, and grabbed a towel to dry off.

Walking back to his bedroom, he noticed Lavi's box that held the Innocence cubes. The cubes they had used earlier held a faint glow to them. Gradually, the cubes restore the Innocence and Allen would be able to use the cubes again. There are 104 cubes of Innocence around the world. They cannot be destroyed or the world's equilibrium would shift in favor of the Millennium Earl. If no one uses the Innocence, the equilibrium could also shift causing an imbalance in the natural order. The world is in a very precious balance and just a little change or irregularity could bring entropy to the balance. Lavi's job was to guard the Innocence. Currently, he had five pieces of Innocence. Every day, Lavi has the chance to come across Innocence. He also has the power to fight against the Millennium Earl, but he does not have the ability to see the Akuma as Allen can.

Allen's stomach gave another loud protest. He chuckled to himself and found one of his more formal kimonos. It was solid black and at the bottom it had white flowers that caressed his legs. His left sleeve was made longer to hide the seal. Although he couldn't hide the scar on his face, many did not notice it. Slipping on his sandals, he went to meet Lavi outside. Casting one last glance at his sword he felt a sudden sense of fear of leaving it behind. Something was bound to happen tonight, and Allen felt unprepared. Allen closed his screen door to his room with trepidation.


Walking through the streets, Allen noticed that most of the citizens had already returned home for the night. Only a few late night vendors were still open to the public. The aroma of fresh food wafted toward Allen, and he nearly fainted at how heavenly it smelled. It had been three days since his last meal, and his mouth watered at the prospect of filling his stomach with whatever he could get his hands on. He upped his speed and was nearly racing Lavi to the nearest vendor.

"Slow down, Allen. The food isn't going anywhere." Allen looked to Lavi, and a smile broke out on his face.

"But Lavi, it smells so good!" Lavi could practically see the drool foaming out of Allen's mouth.

They arrived at a little ramen stand and Allen immediately started to order the largest items off the menu. Because of the demon inside of him, Allen had a very fast metabolism. He needed to eat double his body weight to function like a normal person. Many of the vendors were happy to see him because he always paid his tab in cash. This area never had a shortage in funds because of Allen and many of the vendors had expanded their restaurants to bring in more customers, thanks to Allen.

"Hey, Allen?" Lavi asked as their food was placed in front of them.

"Hmm?" Allen hummed in response as he started to dig into his food.

"You really do need to find Cross," Allen avoided his gaze and continued to eat his food, "I'm just saying that you can't keep this pace up. One of these days I won't be able to help you stay in control. If you won't find Cross, how about you find someone else? I'm sure there are plenty of exorcists to help you." Lavi stared at Allen with a grim expression until Allen was forced to meet his gaze.

"Lavi…" He turned away and gathered his thoughts, "Cross told me about a place to go to just in case things got out of hand. It's called the Black Religious Order, or just the Black Order for short. It's where he gets his missions from time to time, and where other exorcists live and work. It's stationed here in Japan, but he told me to only go there if I was ready for a quick death. I think that's why he left me here in Edo."

"Why would they kill you?"

"Cross told me that he was among the generals of the order and that his seal he placed on my body was one of the strongest. If it fails, what would they use next? If this is the strongest seal, I'm sure they would put me in my grave before the demon could truly break out." Allen pushed his bowl away and made his way to leave, no longer hungry after thinking about his imminent doom. "I'm going to take a walk around the area. Don't worry about me Lavi, I'll be back soon." He pushed his way out of the ramen stand and started to walk toward a more secluded area to think.

So lost in his thoughts, Allen didn't notice that he walked right into a dead end. Looking behind him he noticed that he wasn't alone, and his left eye activated showing him the Akuma that were surrounding him. They started to form a circle around him. Their laughter echoing into the night around him. The Akuma around him were all level one. They still retained their human bodies but they had the strength of the demon inside of them to call upon and the use of material weapons.

"Look who it is. It's the boy the Earl's been looking for." One of the Akuma cackled in front of him.

"Why don't we deliver him to the Earl in a body bag?" They laughed together as Allen reached for his sword, only to realize he didn't have it with him.

They charged toward Allen, but he had years of practice to dodge their attacks. He grabbed the wrist of one Akuma and deftly flipped the sword out of its grasp taking it for his own. Slashing upward he brought the Akuma to its knees and vertically slashed across its throat. With one down, he had four more to go and he parried the next attack aimed at him. He did a back flip and lunged forward plunging his sword into the heart of his attacker. He rotated around and used the pummel of his sword to bash in the face of the closest Akuma and slashed at the other one that was opposite. With one Akuma left standing, Allen rushed in for the kill. Faster than the eye could see, Allen plunged his sword through the Akuma, letting it fall to its knees before pulling his sword out.

Allen was covered in blood. It dripped from the tips of his snow white hair and plastered his face in strategic places. Blood was pooling at his feet and it surrounded every corner of the dead end. As he was turning around to leave a sword was placed to his neck. "Drop your sword." A rough voice told him. Glancing back behind him, Allen cursed aloud. A lone samurai was behind him, and to that samurai, it looked like Allen had slaughtered innocent human beings in the alley. There was no way out of this without fighting the samurai, and Allen didn't want to chance encountering more. His sword dropped with a loud clang and he slowly turned toward the samurai.

"I can explain." Allen tried to tell him, but the samurai pressed his sword closer to Allen's bare neck.

"I don't fucking care what you have to say, Moyashi." He told Allen in a rough voice. "I'm taking you to the Bafuku headquarters where you will be dealt with."


A.N.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, please tell me. If you thought it was a piece of shit, tell me! I like to know what you think, so I can improve.

Red.