Author's Note: Thank you for waiting. This is my second story for Dgrayman hope you'll enjoy it. I was planning to publish it a week before but because of a flu that left me isolated and sickly( no not that flu, just ordinary pharyngitis), I wasn't able to type this nor update my other story. In fact, *Bawls* I even didn't get to enjoy Yullen Week! I missed Kanda's B-day! Damn it. Well, Whatever...On with the Warnings!
Warnings: Yaoi Fic (for sure), Kanda's Swearings (though shortened for your comfort), Grammatical Errors (It's the fault of my faulty program whenever I update. Sorry), Dark Fic, AU-fic, Rating may change in accordance to the flow of the plot
Disclaimer: DGrayman is not owned by the owner of this fic, instead, it is owned by it's owner Hoshino Katsura-sensei.
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Life had it's toll on people. They describe it differently as they see it through their peripheral vision. Some may think of it as a document file that constantly kept recording every single detail that exists and coexists in society, in the world. A few would say that Life is like a watch wherein you may know what time it is, but you'll never ascertain as to when it's battery'll give out on you. Yes, Life for every single person in the world had its own meaning to them...
And for Kanda Yu, Life only ended up as the subway ticket to Death. Apparently, nothing could have lifted that cold and unnerving ideal he had about Life. For Life had taken mostly everything from him.
" Give me another swig of that disgusting coffee you serve." he grumbled to no one else in particular. He was just moody at that time. And maybe a bit tired as he saw from the window sill that was near his breach, flashes of colorful lights portraying to him that it was indeed late at night. "I said to give me my fucking coffee!"
He was pretty damn tired after finishing up the last bit of files he had passed on just a while ago. But he needed to go back to the hell hole he called his working place in a matter of minutes as he had the night shift that day, or night. ( And anyone who was inside the diner would be grateful with that) He needed his coffee fast. It was his substitute Alcoholic Drink as those things were not allowed in his place of work. He muttered some incoherent words as the waitress bitterly gave him his refill. She would actually be glad if Kanda would just choke on that disgusting coffee he commented and die flatly on the diner's floor. No one would come to notice it. No one cared for him, a cold and anti-social stranger, anyways.
The twenty year old looking man took a large chug out of the mug until less than half had remained. He stuck out his tongue in disgust, later reveling as it slowly faded into a feeling of numbness. It was his own anesthesia; his own morphine. He closed his eyes to listen to the silence of his inner mind.
He heard the clicking of worn out fluorescent lights that needed changing.
He heard the few people remaining laughing and quietly chatting the stories of what had happened in days past or of the present.
The gurgling sounds of burnt coffee inside an antique and rusty make-shift coffee maker.
He even heard the annoying bell that rang whenever a new customer arrived inside the diner.
Then lastly, the news that spoke from the magic box that was called a TV that reported death and injured people in need of emergency assistance and a hospital because of some crude accident brought about by some act of terrorism at the front. Tch. That meant more work for him later that night.
" You know what stinks about listening to that crap?" he asked to no one in particular. "It's that everyday you hear the same fucking story of somebody dying because of some crappy mishap. They die, sure, and you know what? They're gonna be forgotten again anyways." he took on a last swig of his burnt and disgusting coffee. Ugh, he swore that because of the way the coffee was made, it left off a real alcoholic aftertaste, much to Kanda's displeasure.
" Really? Can you even say that when somebody close to you dies?" Kanda seemed surprise to hear someone actually listen to his own rantings. He turned to his side that didn't face the murky and cobweb ridden window to face silver plated pools. " Can you actually forget someone important to you?" the small man smiled.
Kanda now was annoyed by his face. The Hell. What the hell's he thinking interrupting some other guy's ranting about how crude life was! " Tch. That's none of your damn business." he began to observe the physical characteristics of that person. He had a petite form and his height (Kanda estimated) could only reach him by Kanda's broad shoulders. He had the slight curvature that could make someone suspect that he was indeed a female had it not been for the fact that he had no 'fillings' for his chest. But what struck out the most, Kanda thought, was the fact that he had hair as soft as a feather and as colorless as snow.
Tch. That damn runt who interrupted him looked like a Beansprout.
" I'd like this delectable dish from your Asian Cuisine, Miss." he pointed out to one food name from the menu he held. Apparently this Beansprout (Kanda had deemed him forever more) was British judging by how high class he asked the waitress he had insulted before. "And a side order of Beansprout if you may."
And this boy had an apparent liking for his own kind...
" Whaddya' like to drink, hun?" the waitress asked, half seductively.
" Just some water please." the runt smiled back before turning to the man he had earlier spoken with. "So sorry about answering your question without your consent. I just couldn't help but answer what needs to be answered. It's sorta like a reflex. I'm Allen Walker by the way." he raised one of his hands towards Kanda in courtesy.
Piercing blue orbs just stared at it. Analyzing it and the owner of the gloved hand. It looked small, frail, weak. Kanda concluded that this was no man but a small weakling of a boy. " I don't need to shake hands with a weakling like you. Go stick something up your ass for all I care." he turned to drink his coffee and quickly remembered. Damn, he didn't have any coffee left in his cup.
The mysterious boy's face suddenly turned into a pouting child. " Fine then. I just thought that being civilized would make as a good greeting to a person."
Kanda gave him a questioning stare. "How old are you exactly, runt?"
The boy, named Allen, glanced at the cup of water placed on his part of the counter top. "I'm 17."
The opposing man smirked at his statement. "You? 17? You don't even look like you've reached 15. Did the hormones not get you during puberty?"
Silver eyes narrowed at the smirking figure. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that...Ah—Thank you Miss." a large plate of the Asian cuisine he had ordered earlier was set on his side of the counter top along with the Beansprout side dish.
" Pfft, Beansprout. A befitting side dish for a Beansprout like you." Kanda began flicking his wrist that held the empty jug. It was his way of killing time before going back.
" It's a good source of vitamins and minerals, you know." he lectured. "And it'll make me tall, too."
Kanda smirked again. "And has it ever paid back?"
The boy opened his mouth for a remark, paused and remained to silence his mouth.
" Thought so." Kanda's ego went up another notch at the sweet victory he had just conquered over the mediocre boy.
It was only a few seconds later that Allen had finished his dish and beansprouts and decided to survey the man whom had become his partner in that short conversation. That was when he saw it, hidden inside the front pocket of his long black trench coat. "You Smoke?"
Kanda glared at the curious gaze the kid was giving him, and that 'I-pity-you' vibe he was giving off was not helping at all. "What's it to ya? Don't tell me you're one of them too, moron."
The boy immediately flailed both hands in front of him in denial. "No, No, It's just that I was glancing over your side of the counter top and saw that..."
"—let me cut in to that statement with the first thing I've said to you once I knew of your unimportant existence: That's none of your Damn business." The guy was pissing him off more. He felt like he was within the curious gaze of a teenager who had the mentality of a toddler.
The attacker had retreated to a standstill but he was still determined to break the ice between themselves. Why? Allen had ever since wondered why the hell he had come to this remote and cold region of the diner only to entertain a log. Maybe it was just out of sheer kindness. Maybe out of curiosity but regrettably, he deduced, it was also out of partial pity for the lonely man.
" What's with that scar-line on your left eye? Tracing pen accident, kid?" the man had abruptly started another conversation with him. An uncomfortable one at that.
Allen didn't want to answer that question his companion threw and so opted for the cynical route. " I'll also repeat what you said to me earlier: That's none of your Damn business." he wanted to drink some water. Man, at least the heater in this diner fared highly in the cold, almost frozen, autumn night the city held yearly.
" Smartass."Kanda smirked at the boy and fairly took noticed of the single gloved hand that reached for his cup of water. It was shaking noticeably hard. "Hey Bean, I know that it's freezing outside but Damn you're spilling your stupid water all over my trench coat!"
Allen widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't know his hand was actually doing that. It was an involuntary movement of his own body part. "So—sorry, I didn't notice I was actually doing that."
Kanda just continued to observe the kid who was aggravating himself to wipe off the invisible mess his hand had created. This kid had piqued Kanda's interest. "You should get that check."
Allen stopped for a while to listen to what the stranger had said. "Ex—Excuse me?"
" You should get your nervous system checked by a doctor. If you don't, that might not be the worst of your problems." he finished his statement before looking at the diner's clock again. An old rusty Star Wars Clock with a Dark Vader wallpaper background including glow in the dark numerals, he had seen it every single day for the last two years he had gone to this diner for their 'disgusting' coffee.
He left his payment on his side of the counter top exactly and with no tip. Yes, he was that cruel to the waitress. It was time to leave for work again. His stupid, aggravating job that didn't suit to his taste one bit.
" Hey Bean," he gave a last look at the still shocked figure of the boy who was standing by then. "Don't worry. I'm a Doctor for your information and comfort." He closed the door with the familiar ringing tune of the bell on his ears.
It was a windy and cold night tonight. He took out the lighter he hid in his back pocket and lighted the cigarette butt he had placed a second after he was received by the wisp, cold air. With two big whiffs, he had done in the cigarette and spat it unto the ground trampling it in the process.
The sounds of the familiar shrieking sirens flew by a few blocks from where he was situated. He sighed. It's gonna be a long night again. He moved his damped arm to tighten the collar of his trench coat and fixed the loose ends of his long midnight blue air inside his coat for warmth. He walked along the jagged streets towards the fleeting sirens a-calling.
Man, he hated his work.
=Prologue=
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Author's Note: Hehe. Yup. That's the ending to the short prologue. Oh, the meaning of the scrambled words before was the title of this chapter...'Prologue'. I kinda wanted it to be like that on the count of the cool research finding I saw off another's profile. (I got permission to copy it in my profile by the way! Yay!)
As for the idea to this whole story. I got it off after watching repeats of House M.D., Code Geass, Blood + and a Japanese Drama series that's currently going on. There was nothing left to do while being sick, I had to watch repeats of Lelouch Dying! Noo!It sucks!
Well, until I can find the time to write the next chapter of one of my stories...Review and Thank You! :D
( Does Handsigns and Throws Smokebomb) SARABA! * Voooossshhhh *