Hey! This is going to be my first -Man Fic!
Well after pretty much learning about Neah, Cross, Allen's and Timcnapy's relations. I just had this vision pop in my head and I had to write it down. This will be a Cross x Neah Fic. Later couples, well not decided yet.
Enjoy!
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The boy falls asleep , the flames inside the breathing ash
As long as Mana Walker can remember, he had no parents, No outside family, no friends at all.
When he first woke up, he was laying in a bed in what seemed like a hospital room. At that time, the only thing he knew was his name and the age he was, 4 years old.
A nurse was at his bedside, snoring lightly as if she was up all night tending the sick. When the nurse awoke, she cried with tears of joy, doctors were called in and smiled as if he was a long lost friend.
Of course he didn't know any of them and at first was quite confused on why everyone was so happy.
Later on he learned that he fell into a comatose state after his birth parents got murdered by an unknown case. Everyone thought there was no hope for the young boy, but god granted them a miracle and another young soul was saved.
He spent a few days of mental recovery and on the 14th day, the nurse told him she had a surprise. She went out of the room for a few moments and when she returned, a bundle of cloth nested in her arms. She gave the bundle to Mana who nervously took it. He pried the cloth gently apart, and to his surprise, revealed a small face that bears resemblance to him.
"That's your baby brother Mana. We kept him until you were stable enough to see anyone else."
Although meeting the young infant for the first time, he felt a strong bond between them and a feeling that wants to protect is younger brother from danger. The nurse saw how well Mana was handling before she finally asked, "Would you like to name him Mana?"
He gave her a confused look. "What…do…you…mean?
"We don't have any records of his name and we can't give him one unless it's a family member who names him."
Mana thought for a moment before finally letting out, "Neah…That should be his name…"
The nurse looked confused, Neah wasn't a popular name. But I guess you can say Mana wasn't one either. But since it's his choice, she doesn't have much room to argue. She gave him a warm smile and replied, "I'm sure that's a wonderful name for a wonderful boy."
When Mana was released from the hospital, the nurse, Anne Walker took them in as her adoptive children. Life was splendid for the three and Mana turned out to be a gentle, kind-hearted, and quite an actor brother while Neah was a prankster, still kind-hearted, and quite a musician.
They had their happy days, when Anne returns from work, Neah plays the piano, Mana performs magic tricks and Anne sings along. Life was good, they were both well educated and the loving parent Anne played out was perfect. Of course if you were in that position you would have wished it would have lasted forever, but fate twists life the other way.
When Mana was in his ripe age of 13, Anne suddenly had a stroke and died. That left the siblings orphaned once again and into the streets. They had some of Anne's money to past them for some time, but they soon needed to find a job.
Luckily, Mana's magic tricks paid off and he got a career as a clown. Neah was still too young so he worked as kitchen boy.
And that's when fate began the story of black and white…
9 years later…
Neah Anne Walker was seriously screwed.
The performance was about to begin in 15 mins and he can't his costume. Lucille, his 21 year ( fucking scary ) female friend is going to murder him if he lose his costume. The attire was made by Lucille herself and she gave a perfectly good rant on how she slaved off for days to finish it and if he ever loses it, there will be hell to pay.
Oh how fate loves to torment him.
He rummaged through his wardrobe and threw random pieces of clothing everywhere , just to find his costume. Normally he isn't such a slob, but today was a special case.
"Damn," he muttered, ' where the hell is it when you need it!"
Just then Mana, in all his clown glory, walked in, barely missing a pair of boxers flying at him.
"Neah, what are you doing this time?' he let out a sigh and walked towards his brother. "I'm looking for my costume dammnit!"
"Language."
Neah just rolled his eyes and continued his rant, "I can't find my costume." He laid out flatly and resumed his violation of the poor closet.
Mana ran a hand through his wig. "Neah, you know it's under you mattress right? You hid it there last time because you didn't want Lucille to see the rip you made in it."
Neah abruptly stopped and ran to his bed. His hand dove under the mattress and tore out the costume. He held it close to his chest and mumbled, "Thank the lord that I found. Or his head is the price to pay.
"Um, brother, its 5 mins to show time and you better put that on before Ringmaster will go ballistic on you, again."
"Do I honestly care if Ring master gets mad? Have I ever cared?"
"No…That's why you get beatings…"
"Thanks Clown Face, way to point that out…" Neah growled and kicked a boot at the said clown.
Mana sighed in defeat. "Is there anything I can do to get your butt moving?"
Neah glared back with a triumphant smirk and shook his head. Well, that didn't last long until the voice of the demon- I mean Lucille screeched, "Neah Walker! Get your pretty boy ass down here before I set you on fire!"
The boy's eyes widened in fear, and then scurried out like a frightened rabbit.
Mana grinned at his brother, who looked ridiculous of being scared of a girl.
"Or, there's that."
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Ever had a day where you find everything disgusting? That was Cross Marian's day.
The young man of 22 and already, find the beauty in women, well, more attracting than anything other thing that moves.
He had many, Asians, blondes, blacks, and even his boss's sister! Naturally, he has gotten scolding's and threats but that doesn't stop the playboy from enjoying his time.
He found Love and interest in women. Hot, sexy, big breasted women to be more exact. Men, were not his taste and likes to stay away from them if necessary.
Now back to the story.
His stupid boss,'forgot-his-damn-name', forced him to go on a mission with a couple of idiots, and disgusting men.
The finders reported strange happening have been happening to the town, especially since the noir et blanche circus arrived. He and his stupid group of imbeciles has to solve it in case a piece of innocence is lurking around.
If Cloudyne was here, he would have enjoyed the mission, but sadly, the kick at his family jewels was clearly a warning from her.
Now, you may ask, what is the drunkard doing? 1) He is working, or 2) he's slacking off and hiding. If you guessed two, ding ding, you win.
"Man, finally lost them. Being a general s such a pain…" he scratched his head and continued walking.
He looked around for some company, but most of the chicks are working, so no such luck for him. "Ugh, where are babes when you need them.." he grumbled .
He went of venturing until finding a perfect place for his lazy ass to slouch around. An oak tree on top of a hill. Below the hill laid the circus, the one in the records. "Now, should I investigate, or just lay here and relax…" He let out a low chuckle and laughed at his joke. "Well isn't that obvious."
Just when he was about to laze away, something or someone caught his eye.
A babe. A cute, hot one. Wearing a really short ruffled purple dress with laces lining up her back. She has long silver hair with beaded pearls in them and a black rose with violet ribbons decorated her head. Black fishnet stocking matched up perfectly with indigo heels. Although she was a bit flat-chested, her visage was a whole other story.
"STRIKE!"
The girl didn't seem to notice, she was too busy putting on makeup with precise precision.
"Ohoho," Cross mumbled excitedly," I got me a hot one tonight…" Just when the girl finished her makeup, Cross tapped on her shoulder, really startling her. She whipped around and within a flash, Cross put on his usual playboy act.
He kissed her hand and winked at her. But that didn't seem to faze her like all his other (dumb) chicks.
'Final card then.' He thought. ' This always works.'
"Hey Babe, want to hang out with an exorcist?" he put on his sexy smirk, making women miles from here drool and squeal.
She slapped him
Now, Marian did get slapped by some chicks before( ahh, the feisty Scottish chicks), but he always gets them in the end.
The girl had a look a pure anger in her eyes , then growled out, "I'm a guy dumbass. The name's Neah, not 'babe'. You better leave before my clown face brother kills you of being a pervert."
Neah grabbed his silver wig and tossed it aside. Underneath it was silky mahogany hair that are slightly curled. "Damn it, do I really look like a girl to you bastard?" Neah hissed angrily.
Cross just stood there dumbfounded holding his red cheek. He came up with a smart remark which went like this, "Ugh?"
"Ugh? That's all you can say? What about sorry or you're totally not a girl?" neah ranted on and on until Cross finally got the message he was a guy. "Shut up Brat, you're giving me a headache…"
Neah snapped. He grabbed Cross' collar and forced him to look down. (Neah: It's not my fault that half my family are vertically challenged! Well shorter than most guys…) "Call me girl one more time and I'll shove your balls in so you can't get them surgically removed!"
He shoved back the dazed redhead and huffed a cute pout.
"Neah! Get your ass down here! The shows about to start!" Lucile screeched , making even the akumas cower in fear.
The young girl-er boy threw on his wig and ran towards the tent as if the 739 akumas were chasing him. Cross stood there and looked until Neah disappeared from view. He gently rubbed his cheek and smirked his all knowing smirk.
"Oh this is going to be fun…"
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There. Like it? Hate it? I want to continue this fic so please review!
