After an hour or so the train stopped at an old looking
station. The stone was cracked with rags of leather laying on the
ground. The two exorcist exited the train to only see half the town
in ruin. Toma, the finder, carefully walked ahead of the exorcist.
"That church over there, it looks like nothing has touched it from
here. Are you going to check it out?" The bandaged face finder
asked the exorcist.
"Che, we will look for any akuma around the area that
may not be in that church." The samurai was grumpy and rude
once again, and within the matter of seconds he was walking
through the gate that entered the town while holding onto mugen
with tense hands. The british exorcist followed the japanese male,
with a twitching left hand.
It looked like dark red veins within someone's wrist, but
thicker and longer. The cross in the center almost hidden from the
shadows between each up lifted dark line. It was too quiet for the
samurai's liking, he grunted at the fact. Meanwhile the white
haired male stared at the dark muddy ground that had remains of
dust due to the akumas' kills.
Suddenly the younger male's left eye switched colors,
leaving a pattern of black and red. All he could see was a world of
black and white with a cry of an used soul ripping at him. The
japanese male took notice of his partner's eye and pulled out
mugen in the blink of an eye. "There are akuma, this way!" The
british male rushed over to were te cries took him.
The confused samurai followed the younger male, and
was surprised to see a group of akuma ready to attack a poor
helpless soul. He quickly activated mugen, and lunged forward
then took off with a leap into the air. The sharp blade, breaking
into the skin of a level one akuma causing it to explode into
millions of pieces.
The soul snapped from an invisible chain, and slowly
faded to the heavens above, of course only the british male saw
this soul be freed. He activated the vein covered arm, the cross
shinned a emerald green as it transformed into a long silverish
bone looking arm with sharp claw fingers that seemed like
swords. The white haired male lunged into the air dragging his
arm as they peeled away at the akuma's body.
Soon, the horrible smell of an akuma's dead corpse
filled the air around them. The samurai sharpened his attention to
his pattern while putting mugen back, but still gripped it with a
tense hand. The younger male's cursed eye switched back into
their normal silver. "Che, Moyashi, you could have said your left
eye could sence akuma." He spoke to his partner with an icy cold
voice.
"You would know if you gave me more of a chance when
we first met." The younger male replied to the japanese male
whom acted unpleased with the smaller male. They both looked
up to see the young human, a female with golden hair that looked
around the age of nine. Fear was written all over the girl's face as
she trembled before the exorcist.
"Who are you, strangers?" Her voice was soft even
through fear filled her head. The two exorcist remained still and
silent for a moment before younger Allen stepped forward
slightly. He gave a warm smile to the girl, trying to gain her trust.
"I'm Allen, the older male behind me is Kanda. We are
exorcist." He spoke with kindness in his voice. The little girl
decided to trust the white haired exorcist and slowly moved on
her feet. Suddenly the girl was on Allen's shoulder, crying. The
japanese male was most annoyed with the fact of a whimpy little
girl with them.
"Lets take her to Toma, she will be safe with the finder.
Not with us." The samurai suggested coldly. It took the younger
male a second before thinking about what the japanese male
said. A soft sigh left the exorcists mouth.
"Fine, I guess that works." The british male responded
then started walking, making his way to their finder. The bandage
faced finder turned from the church doors to the exorcist.
"Oh, Master Walker, who is this little girl?" The finder
asked clueless where this girl came from.
"She was almost killed by akuma and since there is no
sign of anyone else in the town at the moment, I like to ask if you
can look over her?" The white haired exorcist asked the bandaged
finder who gladly excepted to look over the golden haired girl. The
exorcist smiled then returned to his grumpy partner. "Alright,
Toma is looking after her." The younger exorcist stated to the
samurai.
"Che, good, that gets one brat out of the way." The
japanese male walked past the british male, the wind blew both
of the exorcists' hair. They spent an hour or so looking for any
akuma or clues in the now ghost town. All that was found were
bullet marks on the sides of buildings, and tons of humans' that
have turned to dust due to an akuma's attack.
"Shall we check the church?" The younger male
suggested, the samurai had no other ideas and excepted the idea.
He refused to open his mouth to such a simple ass suggestion,
and began heading torward the large stoned church that had
many colorful windows that showed pictures. The finder stepped
back, making sure not to get in way of the exorcists.
The samurai waisted no time, and swung open the huge
church doors. This hall was empty with only dust and webs from
spiders that now lay dead on the stone rugged floor. The church
appeared to be untouched for years, there was a small sound
form a grey field mouse that made the japanese male tense.
All of a sudden, the younger male's left eye was once
again a pattern of black and red. This alerted the japanese male,
and pulled out mugen within a heart beat. The british male's left
arm was already activated as he turned in search for the trapped
soul. Soon a small mist filled the hall in which both exorcist stood
in, and a human sized akuma with long claws and ear appear
twenty feet away from the two exorcist. It snickered at all whom
dared to enter the church.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Two exorcist,
how interesting." The akuma wore a mask to hide its abnormal
face, and a dress to hide its well being. The japanese male
frowned at the strange akuma then without a thought, he lunged
forward. This akuma was smarter than it looked, and vanished
from were it stood away from the exorcist. The younger exorcist
found were the akuma moved to extremely quickly, and tried to
slash his large claw hand through its body. To their shock the
akuma caught his hand, and threw him down the hall at the
samurai exorcist, then laughed. "Exorcist aren't very smart." The
akuma kept laughing at the two exorcist who dared to challenge
it.
While the akuma was laughing, the samurai threw
mugen at the face of the akuma. It broke through the mask the
level two akuma wore, this making the akuma angry. The
innocence in mugen made the mask break in half, now showing
the akuma's true face. It had souless black eyes, with a
felineface that smiled widely with huge fangs that were as sharp
as glass. The akuma frowned when looking down at its now
destoried mask. "Aw, you destoried my favorite mask." The
akuma pouted, and its evil smile vanished.
"Che, what akuma wears a mask anyway?" The samurai
growled knowing that mugen was no longer in his reach. Suddenly
the akuma was laughing again, his claws grew longer and became
sharper.
"Come on, just try to kill me exorcist!" The akuma yelled
, the japanese male was getting more pissed with the bastard
akuma and was ready to bolt into attack mode. The younger
exorcist, moved away from were he was near Kanda and slowly
came closer to the akuma.
"I'll take you on, in a one on one fight." The british male
stated to the akuma. Blood slowly dripped from the akuma's
mouth as its smiled widened.
"Really, you'd take me in a fight just you and me?" The
akuma asked carefully while staring at mugen that layed on the
floor along with its broken mask. The sword shinned from the
moonlight that not peaked through the window, it was finally
night and the akuma felt more at home. It carefully picked up the
sword. "If I win may I take your left arm and this sword as my
prize?" The ears on the akuma twitched while it glared at young
Allen.
"Not the sword." The white haired male protested
against the akuma taking his partners sword, this made the
akuma frown and drop the sword.
"Very well then, let us fight in a grave-yard. More
entertaining is it not?" The smile on its face kept bleeding, warm
acid like blood slowly falling from its face. A sigh left the
exorcist's mouth, but excepted what the akuma wanted. It clapped
its hand like a child would for a street performer. "Great, lets go
then." The akuma fell back into a mist, and vanished to the
grave-yard that was pin-pointed right outside the town.
The younger male took a step forward before a voice
stopped him. "Che, you really going to fight the akuma alone,
Moyashi?" The samurai asked his partner with more concern in his
voice that he meant too.
"Yes, you will be ok?" The british male asked carefully.
"Of course, I'm not hurt Baka-Moyashi. I was waiting for
the akuma to move away from mugen." The japanese male stood
up and regained mugen. The younger male nodded, then waved
his hand telling his partner to search the church some more, and
thats exactly what the samurai did.
The moon was bright, and the grave-yard was covered in
a weak mist with the feline akuma in the middle. Its smile
bleeding and souless eyes staring at young Allen. The british male
stood with his left arm activated and his left eye still a pattern of
black and red. Meanwhile the samurai curiously traveled the
twisting halls of the stone church.
Moonlight hit the skin of both the exorcist and the
akuma as the exorcist lunged forward at the akuma with his claw
arm stretched out. Its body faded into a mist, and re-appeared
behind the exorcist digging its claws into his raw pale skin.
Ignoring the pain, the exorcist twisted and broke the akuma's
skin. Blood spilled out of its body until bandages appeared on its
body, the akuma laughed as it lunged at the young exorcist.
While they fought the samurai still searched the church.
Long, never-ending hall ways filled with paitings and dead
spiders laying on the rugged stone floor. He peered over each
corner incase an akuma were to appear, he clentch onto mugen
tighly with only moonlight guiding his path. It was too quiet for
the samurai who searched each hall over and over again, to only
find nothing.
The two in the grave-yard were stilling fighting. The
exorcist's claws dug into the neck of the akuma as its blood
poured out into his large hand. It wasn't ready to fail, and leaned
forward and bit deep into the exorcist's hand causing its blood to
make its way into the young boy. The pain was shocked the
exorcist alot as he threw the akuma down over a stone head. The
feline akuma cried out in pain as the blood rushed out faster,
making the air extremely bad to breath for the exorcist.
Meanwhile, the samurai finally found a room in the
church. It was hard to see anything with very little moonlight
entering the room. There was a huge rare wooden desk at the
center of the room with books and papers scattered all over the
floor, much like Komui's office. The japanese male looked around
the odd room until he tripped over a metal chest. He ched, then
looked at the silver metal chest that appeared to be locked. This
made the samurai mad, but he decided to pick the lock.
As the samurai discovered more about this church the
younger exorcist and the akuma layed outside hurt in the grave-
yard. The exorcist's skin was now grey from the blood that wasn't
his own, he healed himself from the blood as the grey faded into
the petacle above his left eye. Once he was on his feet the white
haired male made his way over to the akuma, his claw fingers dug
into the akuma's chest as he slammed off the stone head one last
time. The feline had enough, and finally it exploded. The soul
broke free, and it vanished into the heavens as the mist around
the grave-yard disappeared.
Back within the church, the samurai found a strange
crystal key and a scroll that was addressed to the Black Order
many years ago. There was no sign of innocence in the church or
even outside in the town. After going down hall after hall the
japanese male finally found his way out.
The younger male took in a long breath before falling to
the ground in pain. Warm blood dripped down his back onto the
cold grassy ground, as the air around the young male got worse
from the akuma's corpse. The samurai made his way from the
church to find his partner, he was worried for his choosen lover
and would be rather upset if he had already died. Once he
reached the grave-yard and saw his partner, he gently picked him
up and carried him to where Toma waited at the station with the
young girl. "Master Kanda, what happened to-"
The samurai cut the finder odd before he could finish
his question. "Don't even ask, the only important thing is that he
is alive." The finder became quiet with the girl who was
frightened at the sight of Allen. Kanda sat on the stone ground
waiting with the finder for the train back to the order.
After about an hour the train stopped infront of the
station and they boarded the train back to the room they sat in
when they came here. The samurai sat on leathered seat while
holding the white haired male close to him, he looked out the
window as the stars above looked like blurs as they passed by.
The finder and the girl sat outside in the hall quietly, and the gril
fell asleep.
The japanese male was watching out the window until
he looked over at the little Moyashi. "You better not die already
Moyashi, or else I will get you in the after-life."
Author's Note: Hello, this took more a little over two or three hours. I hope this is good enough for a chapter, I'm sorry if its not. I tried my best and well...I wanted to get another chapter done before I go back to school since I have major PSSA testing soon. Well, please review and thanks to all who favorite/follow/review, it means a lot to me.
