I don't own D. Grey man in any way, shape or form. Just a fan of the series. All rights to the characters belong to Katsura Hoshino. But the story is mine!
Sorry for the slight grammar and spelling errors. I just started a beta account, but don't use one myself. I'm getting better at my revising skills. I got so excited for this story I had to make the next chapter as soon as possible. Here it is. Enjoy, read, and review!
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"Tell him where it is or else," the man I was supposed to be working with growled. I hate to say it, but he was beautiful. The long royal blue locks framing his face, then tying into a neat ponytail at the back. If I had half a mind and didn't know better I would've mistaken him for a girl. He had a very defined jawline and muscles. So sculpted in fact, you could see the six pack through his shirt. The shirt was a white button up; the three top buttons were undone which gave him a casual, layed back look. The jeans were straight, but nonetheless designer, with rips on the lower thigh down.
The flight attendant stood there stunned. Not daring to move a muscle. "Do you need me sing the Jeopardy song?" the ravenette snarled. His grip tightening on the poor man's arm. I really felt bad for him despite what he had done to me earlier.
"N-no. Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll tell you." The man rolled his eyes while listening. I tried to surpress a giggle. Panties? Seriously? "You walk straight down this hallway until you reach the sign that says restrooms." The attendant pointed to the front of himself.
The man was growing impatient, "Then what?"
"You walk down the hallway to the left of the restrooms, the sign 5K is straight ahead, can't miss it." Mr. Temper Tantrum let go of the man. Who let out a visible sigh of relief. Rubbing his bicep, probably to make sure it was still working.
I looked up to the ravenette expectantly. But he just dusted off his hands and walked away. In the direction of 5K. When I thanked the flight attendant but he just sneered in response.
Giving the man a frown I turned from him. Then ran, almost tripping over my combat boots, as I went to catch up with the guy who saved my butt. "Hey you!" The man paused slightly, then continued trudging on. "Yes you, wait up!"
I was close enough to hear him "Tch" at me. How rude! Komui is a really good judge of character, despite torturing his science department.
Finally catching up with him, I blocked his way. This man irked the hell out of me, this obviously was the only way to talk to him. I looked him dead in the eye not giving him the benifit of the doubt. "You could at least tell me your name. I'm going to be working with you after all," I said crossing my arms in defiance.
The man frowned. "Lucky me, I didn't notice your badge. Where is it. Sure as hell is hard to find," he replied sarcsim dripping off his voice. Seeing me deadpan he smirked. "Heh, my name's Kanda, but I already know your name."
My mind went stircrazy. 'How could he already know my name. This is unfair. Why didn't Komui tell me more about him?'
"Confused? He looked straight through my pokerface which surprised me a little. This guy was more socially adequite than I thought. "It's pretty clear your a Moyashi."
I'd studied enough Japanese in high school to know what that meant. Moyashi = Bean Sprout. He was calling me short. Well he was right about that. I had never grown taller than 5'8 1/2. Which was my height since... it's kinda imbarassing. "You know what?" I said standing up for myself, "The name's Allen."
The smirk vanished, eyes hardening on his obvious prey. Me. "I saved your ass. I should be able to call you whatever I want. Moyashi."
(Anyway the first thing ever learned about Kanda: He Pissed. Me Off.)
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I followed him to baggage claim trying to walk in step with him. That was a monumental task however. It was like a man and his new dog each battling for dominence. One of us in front, then the other. A tug of war, if you will.
We got to 5K finally. While we stopped I took the time to look him over more closely. It scared me how... pretty hot he was for a guy so affront and rude. 'No bad Allen stop it.' Were these the signs of bisexuality? Oh I had no idea. He had straight bangs that were very layered. At times covering his eyes. The sleeves of his shirt were haphazardly rolled up, like he had been in a rush to get here. Almost everything about him screamed that particular adjective, with the exception of his hair. Fetish or obsession possibly?
"Would you stop staring at me Moyashi. I'm not much to look at," Kanda glanced at me, growling in irriatation.
I couldn't help it, the situation was just to hilarious. I got down on my knees laughing my (pardon my British) arse off. I obviously pushed a few buttons because his eyes were like a deer at headlights. Then he picked me up still laughing, with one hand! Making our situation even more strange and embarassing. "You are such a baka Kanda. Wait that's it!" I announced. Still in midair. "I'll call you BaKanda." Everyone in the vicinity sweatdropped. The ravenette had a face of complete mind fuck.
"If we weren't in an airport I'd friggin' punch you."
"I've already been warned that." I was totally smug by now at getting these reactions from him.
"Komui that bastard."
(Learning about Kanda- observation 2: Hates knowing less than anyone else does)
My eyes bugged finally realizing where I was. Plus that I wasn't standing on anything. "How are you picking me up, with one hand no less."
"I work out obviously and..." I anticipated that forbidden nickname, "You are a Moyashi."
That was it, time to show him my special strength. "GrrrrrrrrRRRRR! That's it you big bully! My." I grabbed his hand which was clutching my shirt. "Name." With my right hand I karate chopped him, temporarily stunning him. "Is." Taking that arm, pulled him to me. "Allen." Twisting his hand to his lower back, I then pushed his head down. "Walker!"
I smirked, knowing I had won this battle. Kanda's eyes were as large as saucers. "No one has ever done that before," he praised wriggling from my tight grip. "But next time," he said walking over to the claim, grabbing a big black suitcase on wheels. "Without the crowd please." Then he took my face and punched me square on the cheek.
What I said before about being not getting punched, suddenly not true.
This battle was many in the war that was to come. In the new life of Kanda and I.
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1) While writing this I was listening to Innocent Sorrow by Abingdon Boy School (Opening one to the D. Grey Man anime :D), Down by jay Sean ft. Lil Wayne and Whip My Hair by Willow Smith.
2) I loved writing this chapter, but sorry if my characters are a little out of character. Like I said, this is my first D. Grey Man fanfic.
3) Another question for ya'll in reviewer and PM land. What is your favorite song? It would be cool to know.
