Reincarnation

Pairing: KandaxOC

Story type: AU

Chapter Number: One

Chapter title: Soba and Eyes.

Author's Note:

Hello :)

Welcome to my newest Man fanfiction. I'm writing a Kanda fic to show my undying love for him. I love most D. Gray characters, haha. I'm pretty sure I'll do a proper Lavi and an Allen fanfic or oneshot when I have time. This is a futuristic AU fanfiction, and I'm having so much fun writing this!

Hope you enjoy reading this.

My mom always told me about that Anne Frank person that kept a diary. I just thought maybe I would be just as famous if I recorded my story. Maybe it will touch people just as her diary touched—

Well, fine. Okay, I guess this isn't as big a story nor is it for any big cause. Just thought maybe our story could live beyond this. I'm pretty sure it's all going to end pretty soon anyway.

So, for anyone that's reading this you might need some kind of background information.

We live in the thirtieth century, where you can have anything, at a price. Everything is always affordable, depending on what you're willing to give. It might be money, a car, a house, a body part, or… someone.

Some people argue that society had moved backwards since the twenty-fifth century, and that our ways have gotten more and more barbaric. These people just get mowed down by the barbaric ways that these people are so against. Things are kept quiet here and society likes it better.

It's quite simple like that, but things are getting pretty hectic now. Pretty terrible too.

'So, you wanted the ice cream, not the muffin?'

'Holy shit, NO!' Kanda had little patience, and the lack of soba in England was nothing short of catastrophic. He was only this close to slamming the fluttering black golem to it's destruction. He only came into this shop because someone had said that the Eurasian girl here would be able to make him soba.

Bullcrap.

Even if she could, there was no way to make any soba. Not here. Not in a fucking icecream store.

Kanda took a deep breath, and glared up at the girl.

'Soba. Make me soba.'

The Eurasian girl looked confused. She had a slight frame, and dark red hair framed her face. What were most striking were her eyes: They were a deep chocolate color flecked with a bright emerald green. She stared at the man in front of her with a deep frown. She bit her bottom lip gently before answering,

'Well… this is an ice cream shop.'

Kanda rolled his eyes.

'I know.'

At the sarcastic tone, she stood up a little straighter, and stared down at Kanda with a cold look.

'Then wait. Wait till I finish working. Then you can have that soba.'

'W-what?'

'I also want to remind you that you have to leave within fifteen minutes of finishing your food. And-' She glanced at the ice cream man clock on the wall '—my work finishes in about five hours. Enjoy.'

Kanda, for once in his life, had nothing to say. His eyes were widened to a humanly impossible stare, and his lips were trembling.

The girl seemed satisfied and turned her heel to leave.

Kanda snap out of his distressed state and his right hand shot out to grab the girl's wrist.

Steel grip.

'You… I'll pay you.'

She tilted her head to one side.

'Pay me?'

'I'll hire you. For a day. How much do they pay you here?'

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. 'Fifty per hour.'

'Double. I can pay double.' He slammed the notes down. 'Get me soba.'

She grinned.

'There you go. Kaname Yuuki at your service. Name?'

He glared a the girl and replied,

'Kanda.'

That sealed our fate.

''Kanda'… That's a surname? I did want a full name you know.

'Shut up. I paid you. Just get me soba.'

She stared at the Bright red Ferrari for a while, hesitated, before getting into the car.

'Kanda-kun, drive me to the Slums.'

'You live in the Slums?'

'Well-' she scratched the back of her head, seeming slightly embarrassed, 'An apartment next to the Slums. It isn't that far off really. Sorry that I'll have to be making you food there.' Yuuki seemed timid after seeing his car.

Kanda grunted, but said nothing. He seemed to not like talking when driving.

The scenery outside the car changed rapidly. They had driven out of the underground city center, and were at the suburbs. There was rough vegetation here, and the concrete land spread for miles. The Slums were just beyond that.

The Slums: historic skyscrapers that reflected what sunlight reached earth. After the Third World War, Skyscrapers were deemed too dangerous to live in and were abandoned. Rich people now lived in the safe underground and the poor had been left with the scraps of the War.

'Right there.' She pointed at the white building across the road.

The rich aren't explicitly told not to visit areas of poverty, but society has its ways of telling people not to go there.

Namely, these 'ways' are terrible rumors about what goes on in the Slums.

Most rich people never bother with getting the soles of their shoes dirty anyway. That said, there are always anomalies, and it was this irregularity that gave me the greatest joy and greatest despair. Joy and despair do come hand in hand, after all.

'I'm so sorry. We never use the elevator. We don't really get enough electricity here. But I live on the third floor. Not too bad?'

Kanda grunted. The girl rolled her eyes.

At this moment, the black fluttering golem next to Kanda ceased to fly and dived into his palm.

'Ahh…' Yuuki scratched the back of her head. 'I think it probably knows that no messages can get here, so it… yeah.'

The Eurasian girl tugged out keys from her jeans and shoved the smallest one into a large padlock. Once the padlock was off, she pushed the door open.

'Here, just sit on the sofa. I'll get you something to drink first. Then I'll get you that soba.'

Yuuki's apartment contrasted Kanda's own house greatly. The sofa he was currently sitting on had mismatched cushions, and several places on the sofa had neat little squares of cloth sew on to it. Kanda assumed it was to cover up holes on the sofa. The entire house was mismatched, but it was spotlessly clean.

'Here.' Yuuki placed a cup of hot green tea on the wooden tabletop in front of the sofa.

'Why green tea?' Kanda stared rather with a queer look.

'Seemed like your kind of thing. I'll just be making that soba of yours. Just give me a shout if you need anything.'

He grunted, and she disappeared behind the kitchen.

'Wood… that stuff is pretty rare you know?'

Kanda jumped slightly and looked up. Yuuki had popped her head from the kitchen door and smiled at Kanda.

'Bullshit.'

'Well. It is. Oak is really rare now. The table top, it's oak.'

'Che.'

Yuuki walked over with her own cup of green tea and looked at Kanda. Yuuki looked at Kanda curiously. His long hair was fastened tightly with a simple elastic band. He had flawless skin and a perfectly angled face. He was defiantly Asian but he had deep blue eyes.

'Your eyes… implants?'

'Che. None of your business.'

'Actually, your face seems a little too perfect… genetically modified?' the girl pressed on.

He ignored her and stared at the view from her singe large window framed with mismatched curtains. The sun was setting, and the gold and reds reflected from the nearby Slums. A bright mixture of cooler colors and warm tones captivated the eyes.

'Well, here. Soba.' She placed the soba on the table.

She stared in fascination as he pick up his chopsticks with his long elegant fingers. He was a curious person. Kanda was one of few words, but so a beautiful and frightening as a person. Like an unknown flower; we know little about it and so we are frightened, but we're so captivated by its beauty. How queer.

'Well then. I'll tell you this: My eyes and hair. All natural. Surprised? I get quite a few people asking me to sell my DNA. It's a rare color. You better give me some quality information in exchange for what I just told you.'

He grunted and continued to eat. The girl continued to blabber on, but with quality soba, he seemed to restrain from attacking the girl before him.

The sun had set, and Kanda was ready to go.

'Kanda-kun, you sure you'll be fine? It's late, and your car is… pretty eye-catching. The Slums-'

'Che. I'll be more than fine.'

Yuuki nodded slowly.

'Okay. Bye then.'

He paused for a second, and glared at the girl.

'Che. My mother was half-European. She had blue eyes. And. I'm fucking born perfect.'

With that, Kanda slammed the door in her face.

Yuuki blinked and her mouth formed a small 'o' shape.

'Oh…'

She chuckled to herself before returning to her apartment.

'Okay, Kanda-kun.'