A/N: Here's chapter 1. The other was just a prologue...So, onto the real story. Its kind of funny that chapter 1 is shorter than the prologue, but whatever. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer - I don't own D.Gray-Man
Chapter 1 - Silver and Scent
-Present-
Kanda looked out at the town, a bored expression on his face. "Why did I even come here?" he murmured to himself as he headed into the town. It was small, the highest building only five stories or so...well, maybe ten, but Kanda liked to be dramatic. It was the same thing to him. He liked big cities. It was easier to get people, right off the street, without other's noticing. In smaller towns, it was a little harder, because people noticed sooner.
He walked through the streets, eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around. It could be called a city, he decided. Not that he would call it that, but you could, if you really wanted too. It was bigger than he had first expected. He spotted a club a little ways up the street and watched as several teenagers, around what age he would be if he were still alive, give the bouncer some money and entered.
The longhaired vampire debated whether or not to go in. He could probably find a snack quite easily, especially if he just looked lonely. Someone would just come up to him and talk and then make themselves a meal. That was fine by him.
He headed for the door, scowling as he always did and pushed away his long hair as it fell in front of his face.
"Its five dollars to get in," the bouncer told him. Kanda nodded, giving him the appropriate bill. He was allowed to enter and he did so, walking inside and looking around.
This would be a perfect place to get dinner, or breakfast, for Kanda. The night was just starting. His dark eyes traveled around the club. It looked like a popular hang out for high schoolers. The tables were filled, as was the dance floor. He had to admit that the band was at least half way decent as well.
There was a large array of styles in the club as well and he was surprised to see some more book wormy types as well, but they didn't really look book wormy here. They looked like they were having fun. His eyes traveled through the crowd, searching for someone that would be easy.
He found himself staring at a girl who was standing alone by the side of the dance floor, looking longingly at it, like she wished she could be out there as well, dancing to the beat of the loud, throbbing music.
Kanda made his way carefully over to her, standing back for a moment then approaching her. "I noticed that you were standing alone...are you not with anyone?" he asked her.
She looked around, startled. "O-oh," she said, eyes widening as she took in his appearance. "N-no...I'm not with anyone. I t-thought I was...but he dumped me. He's dancing with that girl." She pointed to a couple dancing somewhere in the middle of the crowd. Kanda looked at them for a moment.
"Would you like to dance, then?" he asked her.
A small blush spread across her face. "O-ok," she said. He took her hand and led her out. It was a fast sort of beat, not one to slow dance, but they danced.
If Kanda had to name one thing he had learned in his 200 odd years alive or...undead at least, it was patience, and making himself do stuff, even if he didn't want to do it. Like this. Ok, that was two, but he didn't care. He really disliked dancing, but if he got an easy meal out of it, sure thing.
After the song had finished, he led her off the dance floor, walking deliberately past the couple the girl had pointed out. She glanced at him then smiled sweetly at the couple. The girl stared at her, jaw dropping. The boy managed to look away, but Kanda was conscious of the girl's eyes on them as they left.
"What's your name?" she asked him as they left the club. The bouncer didn't seem surprised. "Mine's Sarah."
"Its Kanda," he told her, keeping his arm around her waist.
"Is that...Japanese?" she asked.
He looked at her, nodding slowly. "Yes," he said, surprised that she had gotten it. He watched as she gave a small wistful sigh.
"I wish I could go to Japan," she murmured.
"You do?" Kanda asked, stopping. He pulled her to a stop as well. "Why?"
"Its just so...cool," she told him. "Or I think so. But it must be boring for you..."
"Not at all," he said, brushing away the hair from her neck. "Has anyone told you that you have a beautiful neck?"
"U-um," she said. "No...b-but thank you."
"You do," he said, leaning forward and running his lips along it. She gave out a shaky breath and didn't realize that he had pushed her back against the wall.
"Thank...you..." she repeated. He pulled back to glance at her, giving her a small smile. Her blush had spread, her cheeks glowing. She was staring at him through wide, unfocused eyes, like she was confused. "Why...did you pick me?"
"Hmm?" he murmured, kissing her neck.
"I mean...at the club..." said Sarah, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice as he proceeded. "I'm always the oddball."
"You don't seem odd to me," he murmured against the skin, nipping it slightly. He let his fangs slide out but didn't bite her.
"R-really?" she asked. "But you seem like...like a movie star or something...you're so...glamorous..."
"Thank you, but I'm not," he said. He ran his teeth, fangs and all, over her skin on her neck lightly, not enough to leave a scratch, just strong enough to give her a chill down her spine. "Such a lovely little neck."
She gave out another shaky breath. "I think I should be--" She never finished her sentence. Kanda didn't let her. He sank his fangs into her neck, marking the had-been-perfect skin with a deep bite and red liquid. Without a moment's hesitation, he started to drink, drawing in her blood. She was so good and fresh. He let out a growl, biting down harder and causing more blood to flow into his mouth.
At first she had let out small cries of pain and had struggled, but already her attempts at freeing herself were weakening, Kanda holding her strong against the wall. Soon she had fallen unconscious and then her heart would slow then stop all together.
The vampire drew back, letting the body fall to the ground. "Thanks a million," he growled, licking his lips and straightening his shirt. He glanced down at her, deathly pale, a smirk stretching across his face. He just wondered who would find her and what their reaction would be. But he couldn't stay there.
The longhaired vampire turned and started down the street once more, back towards the club. His hands in his pockets, he was just passing the club's door when someone rushed out of it, colliding with him.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" the person said as Kanda straightened up with a small growl, looking at them.
"Watch where you're going," he snapped, hissing slightly. The person, turning out to be a young man, backed up, startled.
"I am sorry!" he said then glanced around. "But I must be going. I'm sorry again."
Kanda watched him hurry away, eyes narrowed. Why was he in such a hurry? And what was with his hair? Was he trying to make a fashion statement or something? It had been bright silver. How could he even have that color...that was definitely not normal. It wasn't even bleached white.
He shook his head and continued down the street, feeling refreshed from his meal. Kanda's eyes traveled around as he walked. The town was rather lively, even at this late hour. The street lamps gave off enough light so that you could see well and shops, restaurants and cafes added to the glow, still open, people going in and out.
Not occupied by any other thing, his thoughts drifted back to the strange white haired young man. Now that he thought about it, he remembered seeing white hair in the club, but was too hungry and too in a mood of not caring to actually care. He had had a scar across his face as well, the young man did. It ended with a pentacle on his forehead, above his silver eyebrow.
Now that he was thinking about him, he fascinated Kanda. He paused on the sidewalk so that he didn't end up walking into something. "And...what was that feeling?" he murmured to himself, thinking. When they had hit, Kanda had gotten a chill up his spine, as well as a wonderful feeling of delight in his head.
It was the kid's scent, he decided. Scents had an overwhelming effect on him. He was especially sensitive towards those pure, soft scents. He always tracked them back down, easy to find because of their intoxicating scent, and drank them dry. He always felt more rejuvenated after words, his mind calmed slightly. But this had been different.
There was something about the boy's smell, some mysterious...tantalizing something that was perfect, that triggered something in his mind that he couldn't think of.
"What is it?" he growled to himself, trying to figure it out.
But before he could come to any conclusions, he was startled out of his thoughts when a loud sound echoed from an alley and he turned, curious. He sped up and peered into the alleyway, eyes narrowed as he searched for the disturbance.
"What're you doing here, Yu-chan?" an obnoxious voice called.
Kanda turned straight around and started down the street quickly, trying to get away from the idiot. But he had no such luck. He heard scrabbling from the alley then hurried footsteps, which soon reached him.
"Yu-chan...You're ignoring me!" the owner of the voice, Lavi, whined, grabbing onto Kanda's arm.
"Its Kanda, idiot," he snapped, turning swiftly. "Why are you even here?"
"I was just checking out the town!" Lavi said, grinning widely. "But I didn't know that you would be here."
"Are you sure you weren't following me?" Kanda asked, continuing down the street, Lavi bobbing after him.
"'Course not," he said, grinning wider still. "I wouldn't follow ol' grumps."
Kanda gave the redhead a glare. "And what were you doing in that alley? You were making so much noise..."
"I fell off the roof," he said, the look on his face anyone else would mistake as embarrassment. But he knew that the redhead was incapable of becoming embarrassed. He was just acting.
"Why were you on the roof?" Kanda asked. "Not that I care..."
"I was looking around the town, like I said before...but then I fell off and fell into that dumpster," the other vampire replied, fixing his headband. It had been skewed from the fall. "Thankfully."
"It wouldn't have killed you," the dark haired man said, his tone accusing. "You couldn't have died from that."
"I know that! I'm what, 118, something like that? I should remember that stuff, shouldn't I?" he said, waving his hand about. Kanda smacked it.
"I don't want to get hit by that," he said. "And I'm what, 100 some years older, so listen to your elders."
"But we're both 18, Yu-chan!" he said, snickering and putting an arm around Kanda's shoulders.
"Take it off or I'll break it off," he growled. "And I don't think you can regrow a whole damn...arm..." he drifted off, turning fully around, eyes wide.
"Um, Yu?" Lavi asked, staring at his fellow. "Yu?"
Kanda blinked several times. "Its that kid again," he murmured, pointing. And he was right. Not that he could mistake that silver hair. "I saw him earlier."
Lavi raised an eyebrow. "He's just an odd kid, come on! Take me to something cool!" he nagged, pulling on Kanda's arm.
"Get off," he growled, still staring as the silver haired boy walked glanced both ways and then crossed the street. His arms were filled with books as he started to cross.
"Oh..." Lavi commented, looking over the head of the boy.
"What is it?" Kanda asked, eyes still on the boy.
"...A car," he said simply.
Kanda's head snapped around. A car was indeed driving down the street, faster than it should've been, swerving crazily. "No!" Kanda said, and ran forward, faster than a human, and slammed into the silver haired boy, forcing him out of the way just as the car zoomed past.
Giving a deep growl, he pulled himself up. "What do you think you're doing? You were going to get hit!" he growled.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't see it!" the boy said, looking up at Kanda.
"You should've been more...care...ful..." Kanda drifted off as he met the boy's gaze. His eyes were silver blue. Kanda shook his head vigorously, trying to clear it. It didn't work so well. The moment he opened them again, meeting those silver eyes again, his head got fuzzy.
"A-are you alright?"
Kanda blinked. It was the silver boy. He had pulled himself up, leaving his books, and walked up to Kanda. "You don't look too well..."
"I'm fine," he snapped, trying to regain himself. "Just watch where you're going better next time."
"I will..." he said, gathering his things.
The vampire turned, needing to get away before he completely lost it and did something stupid. He looked across the street to see Lavi staring at them, obviously surprised. He glanced back, and he regretted it. The moment he did, he was filled with that odd feeling once more.
"Thank you," the boy said. He'd gotten all of his books together. "I'll try to be more...Oh! I'm sorry! I completely forgot! I ran into you earlier too!"
Kanda nodded silently. "Yeah," he managed to say.
"I'm sorry! I knocked into you and then you had to save me..." he said, a light pink blush spreading across his pale cheeks.
"Its...its alright. Just pay more attention," Kanda growled in an attempt to get back to himself. He turned once more, walking from the curb to go rejoin the idiot watching them.
"I'm Allen," a soft voice called. Kanda turned to stare at the boy. "What's your name?"
"...Kanda," he said gruffly, turning away again. He knew the boy's name. Shoot me now, he thought to himself. Kill me. I am stupid.
"Well, thank you Kanda," Allen said, standing on the curb. Kanda didn't turn around, just gave a small wave and continued walking, reaching the other side of the street. When he looked back again at the other side of the street, he found that the boy, Allen, had disappeared.
He stared at the place where he had been, intoxicated by the scent of the boy. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. He had it on him.
"Um...Yu?"
Kanda opened his eyes to find Lavi staring at him, his surprise evident on his face. "What?" he snapped.
"What…was that?" the redhead asked. "You just saved a human."
The navy haired vampire blinked several times. "…Yeah, so? Can't I have a heart sometimes?"
"But you don't have a heart," Lavi pointed out. "Not a beating one at least. Got no soul either…which is nice, because if I had a soul, I'd be feeling pretty guilty about killing all those people."
Kanda stared at him, expression deadly. "Do you know when to stop talking?" he growled. "He was going to be hit by that car. I didn't want to watch him get—"
"Squished? Crushed? Run over? So that his blood would cover the street and dye it a lovely red color?" Lavi asked quickly, an odd, devilish smile on his face. "I would think you'd want to see that, for the blood if anything else."
"Shut. Up," the other hissed. "Do you want me to kill you again? Because I will!"
"You're so sensitive. What was the big deal?"
"Didn't you smell it?" Kanda asked. "Didn't you smell his scent? It was the most…"
Lavi blinked. "What are you talking about, Yu-chan? Did you eat somethin' bad? His scent wasn't any different from any other innocent high school kid. Sure it was sweet and soft and pure and all that good stuff, but nothing different."
Kanda stared at him for a moment. "Maybe that girl was a little off or something," he grunted. "If you didn't smell the difference in that kid."
"Tell me, little Yu-chan," Lavi said, grinning widely and resting his arm on the other vampire's shoulder. "What did that boy smell like to you?"
"It wasn't just the smell," he murmured. "But he smelled like…he was the sweetest thing I've ever smelled. And…the bitterest. I can't explain it, now get off me."
"It wasn't just the smell, you say?"
"No, I got an odd feeling as well," he muttered, trying to pull away from Lavi's arm. Lavi let him pull away, watching him curiously. Kanda glanced back at the redhead. "…Do you have a place to stay, or do we need to get one?"
"We?! We! Goodness!" Lavi said. "You're letting me stay with you?"
"Do you?" he repeated, not paying attention to his statement.
"No, I do not," Lavi said. "But we can get one…lets go find the biggest house and kill off everyone and then—"
"And have the cops come and bust us. Are you mental?" Kanda growled. "Come on. You're not picking where we stay. We'd get caught immediately. Seriously, how have you lasted this long?"
"With my wit," Lavi said, grinning widely and following Kanda. He glared at him and Lavi pulled back slightly. "Fine. You pick. I'll be quiet for a little."
-ooo-
Kanda lounged on the couch in the abandoned house, a little ways from the club that he had met little Sarah at. They had stolen the couch. It hadn't been in the house. But Kanda wanted to have something, so he and Lavi had gone out and jacked it from some unsuspecting home.
One thing was for sure…the owners of the couch would be very confused when they went downstairs into their living room the next morning to find their couch gone. It was a rather nice couch, Kanda mused. Very comfortable. He rolled onto his stomach and looked over at Lavi, who was on the floor, going through books.
"Where'd you get those?" he asked, watching as Lavi turned them around, then tossed several over his shoulder, causing them to hit the wall.
"They were here," Lavi replied, not looking up. "I don't think this place is really abandoned, Yu-chan."
"How many times do I have—"
"—To tell me that its Kanda, I know," Lavi muttered. "But this house is in pretty good shape. Wonder if they're on vacation or something…"
"Doesn't matter. They're not here now, are they?" Kanda muttered, watching as Lavi threw another book away from him.
"I guess not," Lavi said, finishing the stack of books he had and looked up at the other. "Are we going to do anything?"
Kanda glanced at the window, the blinds pulled completely down. "Out there? Now?" he asked, his tone skeptical, raising an eyebrow at the same time. "If you haven't noticed, idiot, it is day."
"Oh right," Lavi said. "Day. Bad. Damn…I hate being stuck…and hungry when its day. I want someone to eat."
"Go out if you like, I'm not stopping you," Kanda said.
"Haha, very funny. You just want to get rid of me," Lavi said, a wide smile on his face. "Not a chance."
"Damn, and I thought you were going to go out and get yourself killed," Kanda muttered, resting his head on the armrest. "I'm going to go to sleep…"
"Have a good rest, Yu-chan," Lavi said, still on the floor. "I'll wake you if you don't wake up at dark."
Kanda grunted and closed his eyes. But when he did, the only thing he saw was the silver haired boy. He opened them quickly, shaking his head, trying to get the image from his mind. Lavi looked over at him. "Having trouble sleeping?" he asked.
"No," the dark haired vampire said, turning so that his back was to Lavi and closed his eyes once more. But again the image of the boy. And his scent. Kanda shivered slightly. Oh god, he thought to himself. Smells so good…
In an attempt to push it away, he tried thinking of something different. It didn't help much, but succeeded in distracting him for a moment or so. His thoughts traveled to a memory of when he was still with Tyki and Road, some 200 years back.
"Who's older?" Kanda asked, looking at Road and Tyki. "I mean…did one of you make the other?"
"I'm older," the small voice of Road replied, a wide smile on her face. "I made Tyki…"
"Really?" Kanda asked, surprised. He had thought that it was the other way around. That Tyki had made Road. It was an odd concept that Road was really older.
Tyki nodded. "Yes," he told the young vampire. "She sired me…she's made several vampires, actually. Vicious little thing."
Road smiled widely, fangs flashing for a moment. "I can't help it. But don't I look cute?" she asked, putting on a sweet expression.
Kanda was able to drift off to sleep, the silver haired boy away from his mind. But he was still very curious about him. Maybe he would go find him. See why he was so special.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review!
