So, I've written fan fics before, But this is the first one I've really gotten into. Hope it turns out OK n_n
I do not own D Gray Man or any of its characters.
The next day started out early. Too early. Earlier than a school day early…
Lavi had finally gotten to sleep in that awful excuse prison called a bed, when a loud, resounding metal clanging was heard. He had awoken with a start, only to see his stiff guard awaiting on the other side to lead him to prisoner duties. The red head was hoping that since it was his first day, someone might show him how the work was done so he didn't look like a total idiot. The military wanna-be next went over to Allen's cell, unlocking it quickly, then banging on the bars similar to what he had done to Lavi's. The white haired inmate sleepily made his way out of the miniature room. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning, his hair disorganized from sleep.
After their guard had gathered a good number of inmates, they all headed off down the hallway and to an area filled with mechanic looking devices and barred windows. The red head took it all in with his single eye, noting the license plates stacked all nice and neat, ready to go. He guessed that was what his first job was going to be, but admittedly he had no idea where to even start…
Luckily Allen knew exactly what he was doing. He stamped on those plates like some sort of pro, getting them done faster than anyone else. Of course, he did I with the same blank expression he always wore. Lavi was pretty grateful that he had made friends with the odd kid beforehand now, for Allen was quite patient in teaching him how to do it.
"It's not that hard…"
"Yeah, well, I've never done manual labor before."
While configuring the build up of the process used to complete his current job, Lavi had a chance to get a better look at Allen. He was short. Not too short, but short enough to be short. The hair was definitely white, no yellow tinge anywhere to specify that it might be some hue of bleach blond. Over his left eye there was a fairly large scar, that upon further inspection, looked like some odd pentacle design. Oh no… he wasn't getting involved with a Satanist… was he? Lavi had shaken away the thought almost immediately when he saw the cross around Allen's neck. No Satanist would wear a cross. He hoped at least… Allen's left hand was covered in a white glove, and even when the steamy heat broke through the glass-less windows and made it unbearably hot, he never pulled up his left sleeve or took that glove off.
This caused some suspicion in Lavi. Why would Allen hide his arm? Was it covered in Nazi tattoos? Scarred up like his eye? Maybe he could ask later… There was too much noise to make decent conversation.
He decided to look at the people around him. These were the real criminals. People who shanked men alleyways, raped women, ran off with money that they stole at gun point. Most of them held a rough exterior with their bandanas and tough builds. A fair amount, though, looked kind of like Lavi and Allen. Regular appearance, normal body types; if they were to take off the jump suits and walk into a crowd no one would even notice them.
The job lasted something like two hours, leaving the one eyed delinquent exhausted already. The boys (although some were better referred to as men) were allowed some recreational time and breakfast. Lavi had originally sat by himself, not wanting to bother Allen in case the boy wanted to eat alone. However, his new companion walked straight to his table and join into his company. The food was not quality. It was probably nutritious and just enough to keep the inmates going, but it tasted horrible. Lavi had almost gagged on the first bite before realizing the next meal wouldn't be for another couple hours, in which case he gulped it down and reached his fill. Allen seemed to really like the food. He ate his first serving in no time (as to whether or not it was ever really there in the first place, you'd have to ask someone other than Lavi because he never even saw it). The kid ate like a Tasmanian devil, ripping into the food with vigor and not stopping until he was told he could have no more.
"So I guess you really enjoy the food here, huh?" Lavi decided that since they were somewhat alone now and not surrounded by metal noise he could spark up some kind of speaking topic.
"No…" Allen replied, "I just forgot what outside food tastes like… So I guess this is the best my standards know…"
"Oh, yeah that might have something to do with it." They were both done at this point, simply enjoying the most of the break they had been given. Apparently there weren't any hugely back breaking jobs, since it was after all only a Juvie prison. "Hey do you think they'd let me do the dishes if I asked?"
Allen cocked his head to the side. "Why would you want to do that?"
"I'm trying to get a sponge."
"Just ask for a sponge then."
"I can do that?"
"Maybe…"
The older boy puffed out his cheeks. Even though it seemed Allen had been here longer than anyone else, the kid wasn't always the most useful source of information. He seeked out their guard and decided to see if it was worth a shot.
"Hey, sir."
"I don't talk to inmates."
Prick. "No, no. I was just wondering if I could have a sponge."
"Why?"
"Clean up my pace a bit, ya know? Make it more homey."
The guard shifted up a bit, looking towards the floor. It was like he was trying to find a situation in which Lavi could use a sponge to break out of prison. "Um… I guess that would be alright."
"Cool! Thanks Mr.… uh…?" Lavi trailed off, hoping the stiff would finish the last part.
"Link."
"Awesome! Once again, thanks a bunch!" Feeling pretty good about himself he returned to the table with a triumphant grin plastered on his face. Allen returned the positive look with his blank one, seeming as if bored by the red head's antics.
He reached his gloved hand into his pocket and pulled something out. Lavi tried to see what it was, but the snowy haired recluse kept it out of view. Allen then looked up to Lavi and smiled mischievously. "Wanna see a secret?"
"See a secret? Sounds like a trap, kiddo."
Allen looked taken aback. "It's not a trap, it's a secret!"
Lavi resigned, not because he was one to easily surrender, he was just confused. "Alright. Show me your secret."
Allen shoved his right index finger practically up Lavi's nose. "You can't tell anyone."
The red head peaked up in interest. "Got it."
He watched as his odd companion fished around in a rather large jumpsuit pocket, not stopping until he had apparently retrieved what he'd been searching for. The white haired boy slowly and dramatically revealed what, to Lavi anyway, seemed to be the Golden Snitch from Harry Potter.
"This is your big secret?" The one eyed delinquent looked at the toy skeptically, not really sure how to react. It was pretty legit looking, he would admit. But the fact that Allen was calling it a big "secret" was just a bit off to him. He sat there judging it for a while, when suddenly it caught him by surprise.
The tail of the thing twitched a bit, and then revealed a giant, toothy grin. A scary, giant toothy grin. It was MOVING. Lavi stared at it, jaw slacked, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "Is it a robot or something…?"
Allen giggled quietly. "Something like that, my Uncle gave it to me when they sent me here. He said it would keep me company."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
The younger's face fell. "No."
Lavi coughed a bit. "No?"
"Uncle was dumb."
"Dumb?"
"Yeah you know… he just had it…"
The red head rubbed his neck in confusion. "Had what?"
"The dumb."
"Huh?"
"He had the dumb."
Lavi had never heard such a description for a person describing another's stupidity. Allen said it like "dumb" was a disease. And he spat it as if to say that he didn't like dumb people. The way his new friend talked sometimes… it made it seem like he was an angry four year old. He didn't know a lot of people who even used the word dumb anymore..
"What makes you say he… had… that he was stupid?" He couldn't even bring himself to repeat the kindergarten phrase.
"Uncle was just dumb. Dumb is dumb. That's all."
"Alrighty then…"
After an hour of recreational time, the inmates were brought back to their cells. It was a bit upsetting to Lavi; he was hoping to get a bit more stretching time before being shoved into this cramped area again. To his glee though, Link followed through with his word of bringing a sponge, and even threw in some soap to boot. The guard had said something along the lines of, if he ever caught him up to no good that the blond Dutch man would kick his ass. Lavi, of course was fine with the threat. He had no intentions of escaping and certainly didn't want to be stuck here for any longer than he had to. Later that afternoon he went to work on the walls, scrubbing with vigor at all the splotchy stains consisting of unknown substances. He continued his cleaning spree for a good two hours before getting tired and deciding a nap couldn't hurt. He was just settled in when a huge racket startled him out of bed.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
The voice was strong and male, tinged with some sort of accent. Oriental? It wasn't too strong so even for Lavi (who was pretty good at tracking accents), couldn't tell. He went up to the bars, wanting to see what all the commotion was about, spotting Allen doing the same thing only from behind his bed post. A long haired Asian (He was right about the accent) man with a fierce mug was brought into his line of sight. Judging by the spotless jump suit, Lavi guessed that it was another new inmate. He was thrashing about, having to be held down by Link and one other man, who was about twice the size of the red head's familiar guard.
"Kanda, just calm down…"The huge one stated. His voice was deep and steady, unlike what Lavi had been expecting.
"FUCK YOU MARIE! YOU'RE HELPING THEM DETAIN ME!" There was no helping the eccentric individual. He kicked out at Link, and tried to head butt his other captor. The damage would have most likely been effective if not for the cuffs holding him back. Finally the larger one just simply picked him bridal style and tossed him into the cell Link had opened before hand. It was the one to the right of Allen, unoccupied beforehand.
"I didn't even do anything wrong, asshole!" he snarled passed the bars and attempted to spit in the blonde's face.
Link just stepped back, same unimpressed face as usual. "Stabbing someone is a crime, Mr. Kanda. And as such, you must be punished for your actions."
"Bullshit. Marie, make this poser let me go."
Marie, as he was called, shook his head. "No, Kanda. Teidoll said you need to learn your lesson."
"What lesson? That it's just fucking dandy to let Daysia make fun of me without me getting him back? That prick's always causing trouble! Why is it that I'm the one getting thrown in jail?"
"Because you stabbed him."
"Fucker had it coming."
"Sorry, Kanda. Just be good ok?"
Kanda's face turned a bright shade of red and he wailed a bucket full of curses at his associate as the giant man made his leave. After running out of breath, Link took the opportunity to relieve the man of his handcuffs.
"I can get them off myself, dick."
Link snorted. "Good luck with that one. Here. Either let me remove the handcuffs for you, or spend the entire night doing just what you are daring to attempt."
There was a long pause. The galled Asian finally let out a long held puff of air and unenthusiastically stuck his cuffed hands out between the bars. Link made quick work of them, taking them away before Kanda might have a chance to throw the metal objects back in his face.
Lavi let out a low whistle only he could hear. So this was what a dangerous criminal could be like… He watched the newest hall mate glare around out from his room before making his way to the bed and lying there. Allen had apparently been hiding under his covers the whole time, not as interested in angry samurai look-a-likes as Lavi was.
The red head lingered at his bars for a while longer, wondering if any other enthralling events might occur. It seemed that he had lingered too long though, for a rightly rude comment ended up being slung his way.
"The fuck you doing, eye patch?"
Lavi blinked for a second before realizing that he was the one being called out.
"Just enjoying the scenery." He tried to keep a smug outlook. There was nothing Kanda could do through an army of prison bars.
"Well isn't that peachy. Why don't you do the rest of us a favor and get your ugly ass face away from my line of vision."
"Speak for yourself, Barbie." Lavi grinned, having fun egging on this newest installment in everyday boring Juvie life.
"B-BAR-?" The Oriental's face flashed red again, the red head noticing a pattern between belittling Kanda's manliness and the blushing fits that he would spout. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU PIRATE POSING DICKWEED!"
"Have at me." Lavi stepped away from the bars of his own cell and held his hands in a fashion similar to waiting for a loving embrace. It took all his strength not to laugh at the ridiculous show he was being freely given. Allen had popped from under his covers at this point, looking to Lavi since he couldn't see their new inmate.
Lavi winked (or tried to. The action is rather difficult to accomplish when you only have one eye) at his white haired buddy. Allen seemed to get it though and decided to join in.
"Are you new here?"
The single eyed delinquent's face stiffened for a minute, wondering what Allen was trying to accomplish by saying that. Didn't the kid have some kind of standard for making friends? Well… maybe not… He had called out to Lavi within the first few minutes of him being there, and not that he was, but Lavi's eye patch and bandana that he wore made him look pretty tough. Guess that a killer samurai wasn't enough to daunt him.
"What do you think?" Lavi was trying to recall if that was the first statement uttered by Kanda that didn't involve some form of curse word.
"Oh… well…"
Ah shit… That's right… Allen sucked at conversation. He had finally started to warm up to Lavi, but even then their communications were mostly made up of the red head talking.
"Yeah you better shut up, prick."
"That mouth of yours is something else."
"Why you concentrating so hard on it?"
Now Lavi was the one blushing. "Kind of difficult to ignore with all that shit coming out of it."
"Oh yeah, well at least I'm not a ginger!"
"You take that back!" He'd never had a problem with his red hair, and certainly never though that it could be used as an insult against him… In fact these fiery tresses were responsible for a good number of girlfriends he had attained last year. Ladies loved the red hair, and so should this oh so lovable bundle of fun.
"Oh yeah? Make me!" Kanda stuck his middle finger through the bars and directed it towards the one eyed high school senior's face. "I bet you-"
"Enough already!" A smooth, deeply resounding voice cut through the fray. Both Lavi and Kanda looked up to see a finely suited gentleman with tan skin and thick, curly black locks. The unruly hair was kept tied back by a good number of bands and pins, making it all the easier to see his flawless face. For a minute Lavi was entranced. He'd always liked girls, for as far back as he knew, but he was also aware that if he were to fight over a girl with this man he'd lose without too much hassle. For God's sake the man was just downright attractive…
"You kids done fighting now?" Golden eyes traveled from Lavi to Kanda, Kanda glaring right back and letting out an insulting "Che".
Lavi stepped back. He didn't want to cause any trouble that would keep him here longer. "Yes sir." He watched the man walked passed Kanda's cell and head towards Allen's. The red head noticed Allen run back under the covers, doing what looked like trying to remain unseen by the dark skinned foreign man. Said elaborate individual rattled the bars of the kid's bars gently. "Allen~. Come on now, let's not play this game. We have to go talk to the supervisor and Leverrier about your parole."
Lavi watched with interest. Allen was going to be patrolled? Was that why he was asking so many questions about the outside? Well for Allen that was certainly good news, being able to finally get out of this place after who knows how long. But Lavi doubted he'd be able to make new friends so easily… His attentiveness heightened as he watched Allen bury himself further into the covers. The tall luxuriously-suited man heaved a sigh and took out some keys to unlock the cell.
"I really didn't want to come in after you. Could we make this a bit less difficult?" As the man reached a gloved hand to the bed covers, he immediately stumbled back as a running Allen dove past him and out into the hallway. He had only gotten a few centimeters, though, before his bigger adversary caught the collar of his jumpsuit and dragged him back. "What did I say about running?"
Allen looked on the brink of crying. "But.. I don't want… Not now… Tyki…"
Tyki. Lavi tried to recall where he had heard that name before… He anxiously tugged his hair as he watch Allen being dragged away. Why was the kid so against parole? He might have a chance of being let go, getting out of here.. Why would he fight such a thing?
"Just come along, boy. They'll never let you out if you keep acting like this. It's just a conference for parole."
"No… It's never.. It's never… you're a.."
The red head was unable to hear the rest as his friend was dragged down the hallway, the upset noises coming from Allen plucking at his heart strings. Allen was unsociable, yes. But so far he had never gone so far as to try to escape from someone, especially one of the guards… The rest of the cells remained quiet after that. Even Kanda who had gone to his bed to sleep (this was only Lavi's guess, for he couldn't imagine the harsh tongued male being quiet otherwise). Finally the red haired teen took to sitting on his bed, waiting for Allen to return. Why did he somehow feel bad for the kid? Lavi had always had a bit of a third sense about things, and right now it was coming on pretty strong.
Something was up, and he wanted to find out what.
To Be continued…
To be entirely honest, I've never really liked Kanda as a character. He always kind of pissed me off. But it was a good amount of fun writing about him :D
Wonder what will happen next…
