Hey! Here's the second chapter. Forgot to mention I will be updating this story weekly, hopefully every Friday/Saturday. I don't like to keep my stories unfinished, so I will do my best to give this story a satisfying ending.
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-man.
Kanda stared in awe at the unconscious boy. Alma had come over to his house, ringing the bell in panic. When he noticed how flustered he looked, Kanda began to worry. Alma could barely explain himself without jumbling the words together, so Kanda had him take them back to where he had found the boy. They helped each other to carry him into Alma's house, setting him on one of the living room couches.
He wore a plain white shirt and black pants. They were tattered, ripped, and dirty as if he had just been through a furious storm. But three things caught Kanda's attention the most: 1) the boy's hair; it was as white as snow, even if dirtied. 2) A mark that went over his eye, and down his face. At the top, there was a shape that resembled a pentacle. And 3) his deformed left hand. It was a dark, rusty, red color. All these things were very unusual. Where in the world was he before he collapsed in front of Alma's house? Then, Alma gasped next to him, and Kanda turned to see what was wrong.
"There's blood!" Alma said, getting panicked. Kanda turned his attention back to the boy. It was true; a red spot was spreading from his white shirt. Kanda tore the shirt apart down the middle. The fact that it was already half torn made the job easier. There was a thick cloth wrapped around the boy's stomach, with even more blood. That's why it was unnoticeable at first. Kanda carefully unwrapped it, and cursed under his breath. There was a nasty gash across his side, and it was definitely bad. He noticed that the boy's breathing was shallow and uneven; he was in a dangerous condition.
"Alma, get some warm water along with a clean rag, and some soap." he said. He had experience with dealing with an injury like this before, except, not nearly as deep. He decided to do whatever first aid treatment he could give. Before Alma came back, he applied pressure to the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding. It helped, if only a little. Then, he wet the rag with the warm water and applied soap to it, and started cleaning the wound as carefully as possible. After that, he added an ointment from the first aid kit that Alma had been thoughtful to bring. The boy's body tensed throughout the treatment, but nothing else. Finally, Kanda wrapped bandages around the wound. When he was finished, he sat onto another couch and let out a slow breath.
"That should be okay for now." Kanda said.
"Thanks. I would be lost without your help." Alma says, relieved. "You can stay over if you want, even if your house is just next door."
"Yeah, I'm exhausted, so might as well sleep here. I wanted to keep an eye on him anyway." Kanda said, nodding towards the boy.
Compared to how unstable he was before, he seemed in better condition. Now that he didn't have to bother with the boy, Kanda spread himself on the couch. He closed his eyes, but he didn't sleep. He was thinking of the current events that happened. Maybe he was trying to find a way to connect them, but he didn't know why. There was something about the boy that bothered him, but again, he didn't know what.
Kanda felt something covering him, and saw that Alma was giving him a blanket. He gladly accepted it.
"I'll need to finish up my homework, so I'll be in my room. Call if you need anything." Alma said, taking one last glance at the boy. Kanda nodded absentmindedly in response. He hadn't finished his homework either, but he didn't feel like dealing with it now. He'd do something about it in the morning. He heard his friend's light footsteps moving away, becoming softer until they couldn't be heard. Sighing, he let out the tension of his body and relaxed. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.
Kanda woke up to the sun's light shining on his face. He turned his face away before opening his eyes to avoid being blinded. He let out a small yawn. When his eyes focused he looked to the couch where the boy was. Except, he wasn't there. Kanda shot up, looking around. He found the boy awake, looking out the window. His face was blank; it held no emotion. But his eyes seemed to hold an unknown longing or sadness.
"Hey." Kanda called. The boy turned around to look at him.
"Where is this?" The boy asked in a hoarse whisper. He was very calm, considering his situation.
"My friend's house. He found you collapsed at his porch. You were injured, so I did some first aid treatment." The boy touched the bandages wrapped around his side. He seemed to be thinking about what had happened to him, and Kanda had been curious. But the boy remained silent, inspecting himself.
"Good morning Kanda." Alma said, trying to stifle a yawn. "Is everything ok-" That's when he noticed that the boy was awake, and a smile grew across his face.
"You're awake! Are you alright? That injury isn't hurting you, is it?"
The boy looked over and said, "I'm fine." his voice still rough.
"Your throat is dry isn't it? Let me get you some water. Kanda, if you don't mind, can you get him a shirt from my drawer?" Alma asked. Kanda sighed, but he still went to get the shirt. The only person who could make him do something was Alma.
When he came back, Alma had brought the boy over to the couch. He was drinking the water, small sips at a time. He coughed a few times, but it settled down quickly. Kanda handed the shirt to the boy, and he began to put it on.
"Say, are you hungry? We should all have breakfast together. I'll fry some eggs and bacon with toast if you'd like." The boy was about to speak, but his stomach growled, giving away his answer.
"Alright, I'll get it ready right away!" He jumped up from the couch and almost ran to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to grab the eggs. Kanda followed him.
"Alma, you didn't forget about school, did you?" he asked.
"We can't leave him here by himself. What if something happens?"
"So you didn't forget. You're planning to skip out." Kanda sighed. Of course Alma would come up with such an idea.
"It's only until we can help him get home, or at least to someone he knows. We can't just kick him out on the street." Kanda showed a face that said, 'Who cares if he's thrown out?'.
"Just one day! At least today to make sure he can knows where he can stay." Alma pleaded. Kanda glared at Alma for a minute; he knew this wasn't going to end if he didn't agree. He sighed, "Fine, but only today."
"Yay! Now let's have breakfast." Alma cheered. Kanda didn't like the way Alma acted as if this was what was going to happen all along.
"Hey, food's ready." Kanda called to the boy. He made his way to the dining room slowly, making Kanda realize that the wound did hurt him. That was obvious of course, but the boy hadn't showed any reaction before. It had looked like he didn't feel it.
They sat together, each having their own plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. Alma had gotten out the orange juice, but the boy only wanted water, so he poured only for himself and Kanda.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Alma blurted, "We haven't gotten your name yet." He looked over to the boy.
"It's A-" the boy paused for a minute, frowning. Kanda and Alma looked at him, confused. Then, the boy finally responded.
"My name's Arron."
Well, there's that. I hope my explanations made sense throughout, because I try to make them as realistic to the story as possible. Also, this story is third person, so if you see any "I, my, me…", I would appreciate it if you comment on it. That mistake happens a lot with me.