Okay, so I like got real bored while doing my Spanish homework…I am supposed to be revising. For those of you who wanted an epilogue to The Violin Moon; sorry, there isn't one. They're on they're way back to the order and that's the end…though I would've preferred it if the ending was some dark, depressing piece of shit or something like that. I keep screaming, "WHY WON'T SOMEBADY DIE ALREADY?!" whenever I read the manga or watch the anime. I suck, I know. I bring you this new fic because I can. Set in our time. Have fun…
Rated T for a reason
I don't really care to own DGM, just my story lines for these fanfics
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Allen traipsed around the order like he was on crack or something. He was humming the tune to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. He wished that he didn't graduate from Black Order High but it was inevitable. He had applied to universities around the world but only three had accepted. The Russian Military Institute, Typhoid University and UWI. He chose to attend the University of the West Indies. It was located in some small island called Trinidad and Tobago and looked okay. He knew nothing about the Caribbean or about the country. Just another British boy going to the school. True he was fifteen, but a genius at that. He had graduated only months ago and here he was, going to his first class.
He turned the corner of a building and collided with a girl. She was taller than him, obviously and one of the locals. Her skin colour made her look like she had a really good tan. She wore sleek black glasses that framed dark brown eyes. Her dark red hair was put into a low pony tail, if it was out it would have ended at the small of her back. She was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans with an apron over it. Her books were clutched to her chest and there was a bag hanging from her hand. She looked annoyed.
"Hey dude, watch it! You almost broke my eggs," she motioned to the bag. Fixing her glasses with one hand she looked at him closely, "You're new here aren't you?"
"Yeah," Allen replied, "And I'm kinda lost. Can you help me find this room?" he pointed to his schedule.
She examined it and gave it back to him.
"Sure, the Accounts room. I'll show you, it's right next to the Food and Nutrition room. Follow me," she began walking.
Allen followed her until he came across a faded green building. She stopped and opened the door for him.
"This is it," the classroom was almost empty, save a few students, "The other's haven't arrived yet."
"Thanks," he said. She smiled.
"No problem, if you need help; wait for me at the end of the class."
Allen settled into his accounting class. It was almost as easy as business and he waited for the teacher to arrive. He was young looking. His brown hair was combed back and he wore a crisp green shirt with kaki pants. He was an intelligent man and had about six huge books in front of him. He introduced himself as Mr. Yearwood and immediately went to the board. Allen was glad for the thick notebook because this teacher sure was serious about notes and working. The class seemed easier at first but Mr. Yearwood said it would only get worse. It would get harder with each passing class but Allen understood things easily.
If his adopted uncle stayed in England, things would be easier for Allen. After about two hours in the class, it finally let up and he was free to go. He walked out of the room and waited near the blue door of the F&N room. After about five minutes, the girl who had led him here came out. She wasn't wearing the apron and he guessed all her books were in the bag. He could see that her red t-shirt said, 'Find Inspiration Everywhere.' She saw him and cam over.
"When's your next class?" she asked.
"At twelve," he replied feeling a bit scared.
"First years have it easy," she sulked, "It's only ten. I have class in an hour. Guess I could show you 'round the north side of campus before class. I'm Sade by the way, and you are?"
"Allen."
"Nice to made you Allen," she shook his hand.
In under an hour, just as Sade promised, they had covered the entire north side of campus. They stopped at a small canteen area where she took out a small container. It was disposable.
"Here, take these pastries, I don't really eat them," he looked inside the container. Muffins were still warm. She walked over to the canteen counter and brought the attendant's attention on herself.
"Well, well, well," she laughed, "I thought I'd never see the day when the great Yuu Kanda would have a shift here!"
"Fuck off," he replied.
"After you. Gimmie a Lucozade, will ya?" she gave him ten dollars, "At least you don't have to mind the other stand by the psychology buildings. They'd analyze your ass on the spot."
"It's thirteen dollars now," he held back the drink.
"What the…Thirteen dollars?! You have to be fucking kidding me. These people have to be fucking kidding me," she took out three dollars and handed it to him, "I wonder what'll happen when they take of the fucking gas subsidies. Everything will go up. But I really need this bottle for my next class. See you in English Lit idiot."
She walked up to Allen and put a hand on his shoulder pitying him.
"You know where your next class is. Don't get lost or you'll get in trouble from the grounds man," and she hurried off to class.
Allen sat in one of the chairs provided. He put his attention on the canteen. The student there looked almost feminine. Five minutes later a red haired boy with a bandana sped to the counter.
"Yuu?! Oh well, I need a bottle and fast. Photography class is on and I'm going to be late," he said the words so fast.
"Your partner already got one," he said coldly.
"Thanks a lot Yuu, I know you love us," and he rushed off.
Allen walked up to the counter and looked at prices. He had some money on him and he really needed a drink. He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. The purple almost matched the bird flying overhead. A dull purple, pretty in a way.
"Hey kid, what do you want?" Kanda asked coldly.
"Uh…a coke?" he was surprised.
He paid for a bottle of coke and stood right there. "Why the hell are you standing here? Move bean-sprout, I don't got all day…oh great, I've got a class in the next ten minutes. Where is the next shift zombie?" Kanda was annoyed.
"Hi, my name's Allen. You must be Yuu Kanda," Allen acted cheerful.
"Let's get two things straight. I am not your friend, heck I don't even like you. And second, don't ever call me by my first name unless you want to die."
Allen gulped and ran. He ran to his next class which was in the physics lab. He hasted physics but he had to take the course. He sat in the empty seat and put his head on the cool table top. He shuffled through his bag for another notebook and started to doodle on it. No pictures, just words. Allen felt that words were the way to express oneself. He must've been there for over half an hour when his physics teacher. Miss Sparks was a very bright and bubbly person. Allen felt his spirits lift just a bit in her class. She wore bright clothes and her orange hair was up in a bun. She wore a lab coat and wrote on the whiteboard with a shocking speed. When physics passed, he was supposed to go to the south end of the school. He got lost on the way and unfortunately, the grounds man saw him. He was a mean little man with a big voice. He tolerated no one and Allen was no exception.
"Hey you! What're you doing out here?" Mr. Umbrello hobbled forward.
"The first year is with me," Kanda motioned to Allen.
"Well okay Mr. Kanda but I will be watching," Mr. Umbrello hobbled away.
Allen looked surprised. This Kanda stood up for him. He glanced at his schedule and dragged him to his next class by the collar.
"Thanks a lot for helping me Kanda," he said going through the door.
"Damned bean-sprout got lost," Kanda gave himself a facepalm, "in a place with maps on the schedules."
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This was the first chapter. It's just like an into to some of the characters. It is set in my country. There are a few things you should know. UWI or the University of the West Indies is a real school and it is in Trinidad. I don't know about the inner workings of the school so I mad up my own. Lucozade is a local drink, sort of like Gatorade but with a musch more orangey flavour…forgot what the other one was. And prices of things are really going up. The Government, stupid as they may be, is planning to raise the gas subsidies. Well, part of the government anyway. How did I do? I tried to describe the purple of the twenty dollar bill but it turned out like shit. Please review!