First off, this is sort of a UA. Allen Walker has been cursed since a young age, but he forgets why. All he knows is there is something wrong with him... or his arm.
He hadn't meant to kill him. One second he was in his bed, the next strangling some man in an alley. Not only that, but it was with his lame arm. The one that had marred and marked him ever since he was a child. He had never been able to even move it in the slightest, but he had never wanted it removed either. So it was hung off his shoulder, growing to match the other arm, but unless and burned. But it had become something else when he had killed that poor innocent man, something disgusting and silver.
Allen had though it was a dream. Until he had woken up with blood on his shirt and his lame arm, his crippled appendage, was working. Not only that, but a green glowing symbol branded into it where they had only been blackened flesh. What was he supposed to do with a working left arm, which was now a red coloring and killed people on its own.
Luckily for Allen, the arm had given out 2 minutes later, turned back into blackened flesh, and it hadn't started working since that incident 2 years ago. He hadn't been blamed, for the man had been killed with a left arm, and the evidence pointed away from Allen. So the white haired boy fled town, and moved out into a small country town. Hopefully to escape the arm with a mind of its own. But could he ever truly escape from a part of him?
Allen awoke a rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Then he heard a commotion downstairs. He rushed down to see Nina and Maran in the kitchen attempting to cook.
"Allen!" Nina greeted the weary boy as the smell of burning bacon filled the air. "How is my favorite little chef?"
"Nina!" Allen protested. "I am 15! Not little!" Nina grinned knowingly at the white-haired teenager.
"But you are still a shorty!" She winked and Maran giggled.
"Well this shorty needs to save breakfast, so move!" Allen pushed the two women out of the way and tried to salvage breakfast. "What did you guys try to do, start a fire?" He asked as he dumped the charred remains of bacon into a waste basket and pulled the half-burnt bread out of the oven. Nina sheepishly grinned.
"Yeah, that it why we leave the women's work to you!" She laughed and then accompanied Maran outside of the small inn and cafe. Ever since Allen had come to the small town, he had been living here. Instead of paying rent, he worked for Maran and Nina. Cooking, cleaning, renting out rooms and washing laundry. Literally the girls' jobs. It didn't help his now long "feminine" hair. Maran, the childish grownup, had refused to let him cut it so it now reached down to his lower back.
Half the time he was hit on my travelers, the male ones. They couldn't seem to tell that Allen was a man, not a girl. Nina said the clothes didn't help either, but Allen saw nothing wrong with wearing an apron sometimes. He disliked messes, and needed to protect his clothes.
Allen heard the bell chime to alert him of customers. He glanced into the café area to see a dark-haired girl, an old man, and a flame-headed teenager standing there. Allen put the bacon on a sizzle and readjusted his apron with his capable arm, walking out of the steamy kitchen and into the small dining area.
"Hello," he said warmly. "How can I help you?"
The three looked up at him and he swore he saw a flicker of something pass their eyes, but it was gone in a second. He shrugged it off when the red-head grinned widely at him.
"Why hello there," he said coyly and Allen growled softly. Not again?!
"Hi?" Allen chirped politely.
"So, Miss, can a pretty girl like yourself tell me if you are serving breakfast today?" The kid asked and Allen frowned. The other two accompanying him groaned and put their heads in their hands.
"Sir, we are." Allen said coldly. "And I AM NOT A WOMAN!" He blurted out and glared at the man.
The girl looked up surprised, and so did the other two.
"You're not?!" She asked and Allen nodded, taking off his apron and revealing his black and white ensemble and red necktie. He slung the apron over an empty seat and groaned, his lame arm covered by a long sleeve and white glove.
''Why does everyone think that?" He asked, flipping his long hair over his shoulder.
"Well," the girl said, tilting her head. "You have long hair, you are short, and you have really big eyes plus a sweet look about you. And, you were wearing an apron."
Allen sniffled. "That hurts." He said and curled up in a corner. The girl shrugged apologetically.
"Sorry," she said and Allen stood up and brushed himself off.
"Okay, so you guys need breakfast, I am guessing?" He asked, ignoring the fact that the red-head was still looking at him wide-eyed.
"Oh, yeah," the girl chirped.
"Well, the breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, and Nina and Maran are going to be in soon. So just have a seat and it shouldn't be long." Allen said and grabbed the Apron, putting it on again. "Let me go finish preparing the food. The girl nodded and the red-head blurted something out.
"Are you sure you aren't a girl?" He asked and Allen nodded.
"Yep, pretty sure," he sighed and walked back into the kitchen, cracking some eggs into a pan and salvaging the bread. He glanced outside of the kitchen and saw the three take a seat at one of the tables. He couldn't help but eye that red-head warily. Even though Allen had said he was a guy, the man didn't look very convinced. The bell attached to the door rang again and Allen looked out to see Maran and Nina greet the customers and then take a seat near them.
Allen grabbed the eggs and toast and brought out a few plates. He gave one to each customer, finally getting to the newcomers after several trips back to the kitchen. He handed each one a serving and then gave Maran and Nina theirs.
He swung back into the kitchen and grabbed 6 plated full of food. Then he went and sat down with Nina.
"Really?" Nina asked, referring to the large amounts of food in front of Allen as he grabbed a fork.
"Yeah," Allen said sheepishly. "I'm hungry," then he started shoving the food in his mouth at breakneck speeds. The other customers could only watch as the skinny boy packed away more food than their meals combined. Allen ran back into the kitchen and came out with more leftovers, and shoveled those in a well.
"So, do you have rooms we can reserve for the next few nights?" The dark-haired girl asked and Allen looked up, surprised.
"Well, yes. I can book 2 rooms for the next few nights. But what would travelers want in our little town?" Nina said and smiled. "Not a lot around here."
"Well, we are looking for someone." The girl said pleasantly. "We will stay as long as needed."
"Sure," Nina grinned. "I am Nina by the way. I own this Inn along with my sister. Allen works here too. He came to our town about 2 years ago. Poor boy had been kicked out of the last town because of his arm…"Allen cut her off.
"Yep, I work here now," he said with a faked smile. "I clean, cook and…. Clean?" He said with a smirk and Nina laughed.
"The women's jobs." She said lightly and Allen looked at her in mock betrayal.
"Well, I am Lenalee, and this is Bookman and Lavi. We come from a pretty far place from here." The girl spoke up again.
"Nice to meet you all," Allen said and smiled. Lenalee grinned back. The travelers finished breakfast and told Maran and Nina they would be going into town.
"Well, take Allen with you," Nina said. "He can help you, plus we need more groceries." Allen laughed and agreed, grabbing his coat as he followed the chattering travelers.
"So this is exactly the 100th tree planted in Red Valley." Allen said, pointing at a tree on the side of the path, and Lenalee looked at him skeptically.
"Really?" She asked and Allen shook his head.
"Nah, that's actually the 123rd." The girl giggled and Lavi let out a chuckle.
"Seems like you know this place well," he observed as the market place came into view.
"Well, two years here can really help," Allen said with a sigh. "It gets rather boring after just 2 days though, so imagine 2 years of this." They walked through the merchants' and bustling crowd until Allen stopped them in front of a fruit stand. He grabbed a few apples and paid the lady. Then they walked on.
Allen suddenly saw a flash of light and felt his arm, the arm twitch. Not again. It was like the whole crowd became a blur, and all he could see was a man far away in the crowd. He was walking away from Allen, but his eyes circled the man, getting a clear look. His sight darted through the crowds until it rested on another man. Both were glowing a faint pink with a creepy thing floating above them. Then the sound of someone speaking snapped him back.
"Allen?" Lavi asked and Allen looked at him.
"Sorry," he said and started to walk again, this time back the way he had come. "I forgot, I have to dig up some of the garden plants." He made an excuse and then fled back toward the house. The three watched him warily as he darted off.
"That was weird." Lavi commented and Lenalee nodded.
"Was it just me or did it look like his eye was glowing…." Lenalee asked and Bookman looked up sharply at her.
"What?" He asked seriously and Lenalee smiled.
"It was probably just my imagination." The three wandered off to search some more.
The travelers came back at night, just like promised. Allen showed them to their rooms.
"Allen are you okay?" Lenalee asked sweetly, looking concernedly at the shaky boy. He had been fine earlier today. But now he looked like a wreck. His hands were shaking and he looked nervous and sickly almost.
"Yeah," Allen assured her and then went to his adjacent room to theirs.
Lenalee woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming. She looked around and saw that both Lavi and bookman were still asleep. She thought she saw a flash outside and walked out, her coat wrapped around her shoulders.
She squinted as she swore she saw Allen. Running, she activated her boots and caught up to him silently, staying in the shadows.
It was Allen, but he wasn't walking. He was being dragged by a huge metal thing attached to his shoulder.
"No, you can't do this again! Not another person. That would make 17. Let me go," he yelled, slapping at the huge metal atrocity. That's when the arm sped up and out of nowhere grabbed a seemingly random man by the throat, pinning him against the wall. The man gasped for breath and then did something that shocked even Lenalee.
The man suddenly was covered with black stars, and he turned black then disintegrated. The arm retracted into a normal appendage… sort of. It turned reddish with a glowing …cross?.. on the hand. Then it turned back into black, burned skin. Allen burst into tears and sat down in the puddle of ashes. Lenalee gasped and fled before he could see her. When she got back into her room she allowed herself a moment of wonder.
"Is Allen… an Akuma?"
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