A/N: Greetings. Read this, review this and don't sue me. The disclaimer is right here: -Man does not belong to me. There. Now…..
Welcome. To the world of
Grey
And every colour in-between
The black and white
Of this war
1st chapter ~Red
Allen hated the colour red.
Firstly, it was the colour of his arm, the one that had caused him to get kicked out onto the streets by his own birth parents. That cursed arm had brought him plenty of beatings and even nearly got him crucified. Allen shuddered. He had only just managed to escape the mob and their lit torches meant for burning his own flesh.
Another reason why Allen hated red- it was also the colour of the flickering torches, the smoking flames. The bright red flames that had charred his clothes seared his skin and toasted his eyelashes to soot.
It was also, ironically, his name when he had been with the circus. Once again the reason being his damned arm. It made him sick. Mottled red, with veins popping out of the surface. Allen eyed it disgustedly, grey fingers twitching eagerly. He so much wanted to rip the damned thing off.
But here's the catch- he hated his arm, the innocence, but it confirmed his fate, it saved his life. He hated it. Hated the fact he NEEDED that arm so much. Hated that he owed his life to it, hated that he was GRATEFUL for it.
Allen stood, activating his innocence, and faced the level three.
"This game has been going on long enough; Earl-sama requested we bring you back to him! Noah-sama!"
Allen said nothing, and shot the one which had spoken in its mouth. It promptly blew up. The other two hissed and started to circle him as level twos and ones, probably back up, surrounded them. The white-haired teen's silvery grey orbs narrowed and he launched himself into the air, morphing his hand back into a giant claw and took down a horde of level ones with a swipe. Transforming his innocence again, he shot into the crowd of akuma, managing to take down another one-third of the akuma.
"Thirty more to go, excluding those level threes." His voice was but a mere whisper, still musical.
Allen nimbly dodged a bullet and shot an akuma through the eye. It refused to die, though. Instead, it let loose a gale of wind and rain and lightning at him, forcing the boy to retreat. The other intact level three then promptly swung a wrecking ball at him, knocking the rouge exorcist into the wall before blasting a wave of fire.
The boy dropped to the ground, coughing up blood. Even blood was red, he thought, vaguely irritated. He griped his innocence. "Invoke, you damned thing!"
The akuma drifted closer, aiming its weapons and guns.
"Damn it, activate!"
Closer...
"INVOKE YOU DAMNED GOD-FORSAKEN BLOODY INNOCENCE!"
And it did.
There was a bright flash of light and when it was over, all that was left was an unconscious pale-skinned young boy with white hair and an oddly shaped scar.
His hand was a sleek black claw.
at the black order
Hevlaska suddenly cried out, white glow of her translucent body pulsing. "An-an Innocence! Someone has broken critical point!"
"Where?!" Komui, chief supervisor rushed over. A potential general ?
" L-London."
Komui turned to Reever, his assistant. "Get the word through to Kanda and Lavi immediately, they've gone on a mission there anyway." they had to get this new exorcist, to win this war, to save this world.
London
"Yu-cha-"
"Don't call me that!"
"-n, change of plans. There's a lone exorcist around, we need to find him! He's broke critical point!"
And without waiting for an answer, Lavi bookman ran off, motioning for 'Yu-chan' to follow. The Japanese exorcist grumbled something under his breath in his native tongue, no doubt vulgar swears at the red-head, and ran after him in long graceful strides.
"Where the heck..." Lavi sneezed as he shivered at the cold gusts of wind.
"Where is this damn exorcist?!" His dark-haired companion finished for him.
Then a faint glimmer of light flickered in a nearby alley. Both Exorcists dashed into the dark, shadowed corridor. Lavi coughed as they navigated the smoking metal scraps of destroyed akuma. Every one of them had been ripped neatly apart-from the inside. Something caught his eye...Something white. He dashed forward. The exorcist! The boy was wearing a smart button-up shirt and black pants. Those clothes were streaked with muck and dirt from the alley and blood from the battle. His partner flipped the unresponsive boy not-too-gently and Lavi felt his stomach drop. It was a kid. A teen of a mere fourteen or fifteen years. They were dragging this young teenager into war. Lavi somehow felt guilt settle in his stomach like mud in a clear pond.
"Well then," he forced out cheerfully, "We should be heading back." He hauled the limp body on his back and started off for the station. The other exorcist tch-ed and left in the opposite direction.
"You go first, usagi. I'll return after getting the innocence in the next town."
"As expected of Yu-ch-uh, Kanda." The red head laughed nervously as a sharp katana was pressed threateningly to his neck. Kanda Yu scoffed as he turned back around and strode off.
A/N: Allen is Dark in this fic. So he may seem OOC. He has Innocence and Noah genes and many other secrets and a dark past. Any questions, just Review or PM. I wouldn't mind a Beta for this and my other fics. And I WILL get down to updating them, it will just take a while. You can shoot me now. *walks away totally uncaringly only to get shot by Cross*
Cross: PUT ME IN ONE OF YOUR DISGUSTING STORIES, STUPID WOMAN! AND UPDATE! *lights cigarette*
Me: well I can't anymore now that you've shot me, right? *ghost continues typing*
Cross: Uh…. Well…. That…. *mutters unintelligibly*
GOODBYE