Hanashi: Ah, that moment where you think you didn't get shyt done, but is proven wrong when you pull up the document...
Kanda: What the f*ck?
Hanashi: Oi, oi, I swear on insanity, that I had no knowledge I actually did have this chaper completely edited and ready for the public, don't sass me, BaKanda.
Allen: Maybe you shouldn't badmouth each other...
Hanashi and Kanda: Stay out of this, Moyashi!
Allen: ...-sweat drops- Um...just to let you know, Hanashi doesn't own D. Gray-man...nor the original idea of this story...hey, Hana, who originally came up with this?
Hanashi: -stops her fighting with Kanda- Um...t'was Penguins-In-America-Oh-My. Ah! -bows to the audience- Sorry! Please, ignore me for a bit and enjoy the story!
Chapter 2: ((The More Things Change?))
No one believed him; at least not Tiedoll's group, and all of the others who were smirking and laughing at Allen. It was obvious that he had not "accidentally" gotten the paint on himself it had to have been the group of boys who'd gone missing as well. Oddly enough no one had to hold Kanda back, for he seemed to be thinking deeply about what to do to "them" so there was no immediate danger.
Wanting to help the poor child, Tiedoll was quick to speak up, "Of course, there's a bathroom just over-"
"No! We need to be back at the bus in an hour and our tour isn't done yet. He will just have to wait." Roelin looked to the boy, the ire in his eyes was all but hidden. "The damn klutzy moron." The teacher had grumbled this last bit.
"Ah, but Walker—!" Tiedoll was interrupted by the boy he was trying to defend.
"It's okay Professor Tiedoll; I'll be fine for now." Allen supplied with a cheerful smile.
"Oh, alright. Shall we then?" Tiedoll kept his eyes on Allen as he began to steer them to the right.
The tour finished without any more incidents though none of them had tried to confront Allen. It appeared that either he didn't want to associate with them in this life or that….he had no memory of them. Though neither option was particularly pleasing they all hoped that it was the latter that was true. They had observed Allen throughout the tour and noticed that he seemed to be a pariah amongst the students from the other school.
Arriving in front of Black Order Academy, for where the tour began and ended, Tiedoll was still worried over Allen who seemed to be ignoring the jeering and insults, to which his classmates threw at him nonstop. Honestly they were all worried to varying extents. As they watched Allen walk across the courtyard to where the bus was parked a student tripped him causing him to fall on the ground. Once again it was a struggle to hold Kanda back from killing all those involved, which would include all of them as they were laughing at Allen as he stood up and brushed himself off.
They watched in shock as Allen apologized for tripping on the others foot asking if HE was alright. Of course the response was a harsh agreement that it was Allen's fault and that he was lucky that the other was in such a good mood and was letting him off easy. Allen merely nodded and then headed for the bus. He was about ten feet away when the sound of a motorcycle was heard and seconds later a guy with long red hair rode around the gates and up to Allen.
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Allen blinked as the other got off the bike and glared around at all of the students from Beratia and especially at Professor Roelin. Smiling he decided to distract the other from his glaring and ask what exactly he was doing there.
"Cross, what are you doing here? I thought you and Anita were spending the day together."
"Brat, it wasn't my idea." Cross said, rolling his only visible eye. Half his face was hidden behind a half-mask that reminded the boy very much of Phantom of the Opera, and frankly, he was certain others thought the same. The man also somehow wore glasses with that thing, further adding to the man's apparent apparel. "Your aunt, well she asked me to come get you. Anita was worried since you were so pale when she saw you this morning. So here I am, end of story." His attention soon turned to the kids that were already on the bus, glaring down at the white-haired boy, and in fear of the red-haired man's presence. "Are these bastards giving you problems?" He then demanded to know, whilst glaring at the "bastards" when he mentioned them.
"Uncle! That's not very polite to speak in such a way especially in front of a school!" Chided Allen shaking his finger at Cross.
"Whatever just get on you look like you've been mugged." He eyed his nephew again, and growled at his apparent makeover. "My god, boy, and you're covered in paint! Damn teacher is gonna hear from me and he's not going to like how loud my fists can be!" Cross declared while looking for Professor Roelin. "Oi dumbass teacher you're lucky the kid's not going here anymore because you already have quite a lot to answer for!"
"UNCLE!" Yelled Allen tugging on Cross's sleeve to get his attention, "Stop it let's just go before we worry Aunt Anita any more than you already have!"
"Right…here put this there on." Cross said calming before digging into the side bag on his bike and pulling out a pair of goggles and a helmet and handing them to Allen. The younger male took the items, and put them on. The boy fixed his goggles before being pulled into Cross's lap, "Hurry up Anita's waiting for us!"
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They all watched in shock after Cross's entrance. Seeing the man be so caring for his ex-apprentice and how he and Allen interacted was very surprising to say the least. If they had thought the entrance and subsequent interaction were peculiar then they were floored, jaws hanging open with Cross's exit. Staring as he grabbed Allen, pulling him into his lap and peeling out, popping a wheelie and then thundering through the gates all while Allen yelled for him to slow down.
"Well….that was interesting…" Lavi spoke for all of them.
"I'm glad he has someone to look out for him at least…I really misjudged Cross back then…" Tiedoll said, still a little shocked over the interaction between the two. "Of course, he still isn't the best but in hindsight he was never as uncaring and harsh as I'd thought he'd be." He quickly amended, coming up to the group as the sounds of the motorcycles engine disappeared into the distance.
Midnight blue eyes of a certain Japanese male stared after the two on the motorcycle. Emotions swirling in the pools of liquid sapphire ranged from worried to really fucking pissed. What the hell had happened to "him" in this lifetime?
So...long story short, I never realized I did, in fact, finish the editing in this chapter, and I humbly apologize for making you guys wait for months for me to update this...but you did get "Story of the Cursed", and "Succumb to Sin" out from this wait...yeah? Yeah?
Anyway...please R&R, and I'll try not to make y'all wait too long...no promises though, I'm afraid...look forward to which ever story I can get up! :D