Chapitre Two
The Fight
So sorry for not updating. I slack, y'know? And I was into Oekaki for a moment so… I'm so sorry. –Sweat-
Now, I recall saying that I wouldn't put Rabi or Rinali in… but hey, somehow I became some kinda TykiRabi fan so… Maybe I'll put Rabi in. –Smiles-
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man belongs to Katsura Hoshino. Curse you, Hoshino! –Sighs- -Pathetic-
Summary: A boy striving to reach one goal: to wipe out all those who have sinned and were possessed by a curse with one gun and a blade. Relationships formed and crushed, sacrifices made. "It's not easy, right?"
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"Umm, I'm sorry," the boy slowly started, shaking his head in utter disbelief, "you kill people? For fun?"
Kanda had too been shocked – just as, or even more – to reply for a brief moment as the boy before him started to get up, dusting the brown specks off his pants.
"Wait, what?" was the dumb reply that the raven had just spewed, giving the white haired boy a confused look.
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me. Did you just ask if I killed for fun?" Kanda exclaimed, dragging out the last word as if it were Satan itself. The boy jerked his head up and down, eyes glued onto the blade that was still in Kanda's hand, while the raven tried to register what he said.
"… That is somehow offensive."
The random snap made the boy jump in his spot and he flushed an angry red, stammering his apology like a broken record – "I'm so- I'm so- I'm so- I'm sorry!" – before Kanda had to smack him upside the head to shut him up.
"I do not kill for fun," said the raven with such venom that if words were like needles that could hurt people, the boy would be dead minutes before. "I kill for-."
No. You can't tell him, right? Kanda thought, as he scratched his chin with the bladeless hand.
But if you're going to kill him…"So you're not really a psychotic mass murderer?"
Kanda blinked again, staring down the boy with the same intense gaze. The boy looked up expectedly with eyes twice the size of a normal person's, slowly, almost unnoticeably inching closer towards the raven.
"You are one peculiar kid," Kanda whispered, twitching unhealthily, when the boy faced face to face, his white bangs brushing the tip of his chin.
Flashing a great smile, the boy giggled.
…
"You're not going to kill me?"
"I guess not."
"Then was that just a threat?"
"No, I kill people. That is a fact."
Stopping in his tracks, the boy stared up, ignoring the blazing rays that still shone on them during the evening, at the prideful raven who dared not look down to his level; he sighed aloud and scooted a millimeter closer to the raven.
However, Kanda could feel it.
Inching towards the street curb, Kanda relaxed at the space between him and the younger boy, and continued his walk quietly – excluding the shuffling of shoes and cars that honked and zoomed and rumbled in the paved streets – until they reached the intersection where the school had suddenly popped into view along the horizon.
Again the boy walked up closer – "Damn brat," Kanda had barked early, "don't you know anything about personal space?" – and asked,
"What's your name?"
His intensifying look made him feel strangely uncomfortable inside, like something was pulling at his innards – Kanda had noticed and laughed, At least that worked – and he stuttered again.
"Sorry."
The raven sighed, the rough exhale a mix of aggravation and almost pity, and he replied with a simple,
"Don't say sorry for something you didn't do. It's annoying."
He flushed again.
"Walker!"
Both of them looked across the street where three boys came running towards them, irritated looks etched onto their faces; the boy squeaked girlishly and hid behind Kanda, shaking.
Confused, the raven looked over his shoulder and just barely managed to get out "What-?" until he felt a fist directly hit his jaw, which had sent him tumbling off to the side onto the street. Devastated, the raven was on his back for a few seconds, trying to register what had just happened. Then his eyes went to the three boys and the smaller one, trapped in the triangle they had formed around him; all sorts of threats could be heard from where he was and, again, Kanda sighed.
"You guys just never stop picking on useless kids like him, huh?"
All eyes were on him; the white haired boy flushed.
"I-I'm not useless!" he fought back with a tremble, the red flaring up to a deeper scarlet. Kanda ignored him.
Ignoring the random outbursts, the three boys stood closer still, one grasping him by the shirt and lifting him up into the air as if he were as light as a feather.
"You, Allen," one spat as he poked him in the face – from what Kanda saw, it seemed like the eye for said boy Allen was clawing at his eyes – and tugged him harder from his blazer's collar, "I heard you were messin' with Taka today. And you know that Taka ain't happy when bothered, 'specially if it's something with Misa."
"Uh, sorry," Kanda interrupted as he stalked up to them, face emotionless and straight, "but I think I was the one who deliberately punched him. Send this to him again for me, 'kay?" His fist was a blur as he nailed the one closest to him in the cheek, not bothering to even look to his left to watch him topple out onto the street with a shout. "Or, y'know, maybe this, since a vice captain like him needs to be showered in gifts every fucking second of his life." Swiftly his leg had jerked up, kicking the boy in one spot that would leave most bawling and sobbing.
As he fell, the grip on Allen's collar loosened, just enough for Kanda to grasp the boy by his silky locks of hair – "God!" he cried as he pawed at the straining fingers threateningly ready to pull out the roots of his hair. "That hurts!" – and sprint for his life.
Halfway down the block, the raven gritted out,
"I don't normally run away from fights, but because you're such a damn burden, I have no choice." Glancing down at Allen who had his eyes screwed shut in fear, he spat, "You better not tell anyone because I have a reputation."
Simply, he nodded.
And Kanda ran.
…
Once far away from the three – both did not know where they were, since it appeared as if the whole area had been infested by green, living trees and grass – Kanda had shoved the boy away from him, gasping for the fresh air around them. He swiped at the sweat that made his pale skin glisten under the evening sunlight.
"Your name," Kanda panted, sitting down on the grass, "is Allen?"
Another nod.
"Well Allen, it's best if you get back home; it's not like I care if you get hurt or not," added the raven quickly, as if to assure Allen that he could not care less for the boy, even though he did get the point moments ago. "But you'll end up as a nuisance. So go."
He shooed him away with one lazy hand as if Allen was a dog, pointing at a random direction.
"Go, run. If you get caught being with me, you'll probably be charged with fines or something." Kanda arched his eyebrow as he added, "An innocent little Mr. Goody-goody wouldn't like that now, would he?"
Allen flushed as he growled weakly under his breath, pulling at the grass that folded beneath him. "S-Shut up. I hate when people call me 'innocent' and 'cute.' I'm not!" he cried, drawing both knees up to his chest before stuffing his head between them. "I mean, do I look like that?" The boy began rocking back and forth on his heels.
"I wanna change."
Kanda sighed, running a pale hand through his ponytail to get any of the knots in it. "Look, kid," he muttered while getting back up into a sitting position, "changing isn't easy. You have to go through some dramatic events to actually change mentally and physically."
Like me, I guess, he thought.
"Exactly!" Allen exclaimed with such excitement that the raven almost fell back in shock. Two hands shot out and grasped his own, his hands folded as if he was going to pray for him in the middle of a field. "I wanna go with you! You're like, as fast a leopard and then you pounce like a tiger!" He imitated the movements of a tiger's jaw with his hands after he let go. "Can't I go with you? You fight for justice, and I have some sense of it!"
Kanda paled again.
Everything was turning out completely wrong. Allen was supposed to run away and never look back he could live on without a burden tugging and pulling at his shirt, slowing him down. But he didn't. The poor boy was giving up whatever right he had to come with him on an adventure of murdering, pogroms and misfits with police that were constantly chasing him down!
"Allen, you're making a huge mistake," he tried, trying his best to get the kid off him. "It's not safe. There are shootings and demons and possessed souls. You can't possible have the heart to take care of them."
Taking in a deep breath, Allen put on a hard face, eyes narrowed until they seemed like thin lines.
"Just watch me."
…
I can't believe it.
You're shitting me.
What the hell am I doing right now with a bean sprout that probably can't shoot for his life?
Kanda paused in his train of thought, a malicious grin kicking in.
Hey, "bean sprout." That's a wonderful nickname for him.
"If you actually make it, you'll have to let me call you bean sprout from now on," Kanda proposed with the same malevolent, toothy smile. Allen turned around, a small pout stretched across his lips, as he quietly fumed but shrugged it off, just so Kanda wouldn't notice.
"Meh, we might as well just finish this first, right?"
Literally bouncing on his heels, the white haired boy made his way down the alleyways, eyes searching, ears open for any sound that would erupt from the smallest crack of a wall; you could never be too sure of what might happen around you if you were not alert.
I still can't believe this bundle of… energy, Kanda thought bitterly, stretching out the last word, is with me right now. Where did this go wrong?
Stalling, the boy paled again – which was, apparently, not a good sign – as he realized that the moment everything went haywire was when he looked back when he was told not to. He felt something break – not his heart, since he assumedly did not have one – and was on the verge of jumping off a roof. That is, of course, after he magically disposed his instincts to flip around and land on his feet instead of on his head.
Slowly, both boys trudged onward, with Allen jumping at the most subtle noises, causing the raven to jump up as well, until they spotted a few out-of-place trash cans that had been piled up along the wall in a small corner. Allen's nose crinkled at the foul odor that floated from that spot.
Kanda, however, was too deep in a stance with his now black eyes open wide, something swirling beneath.
He heard something; something Allen could never hear, that a living thing nearby had spewed out.
Or spirit, thought Kanda, eyebrows furrowing together. Being together with a hyperactive white headed kid that was around two or three years younger than you certainly would send you a trip to your own La La Land, if not the hospital.
"Over there, bean sprout." Kanda couldn't help but leer at the nickname; Allen scowled aloud.
"I thought you said that that was for after the bet, no?"
"Couldn't help but resist," he sneered, thin fingers digging deep into Allen's shoulder. With a push, he sent the boy off.
"I'd go on with a little death speech," said the raven with a thunderous at the general direction of which the spirit was supposedly at, "but my 'assistant' here will surely take care of you quickly"; his booming voice startled whatever was beneath the trash can, and after a few moments of scrambling and crashing, a young woman, her clothes tattered and dirtied, scampered away from the metal bins. Allen gawked.
"W-Wait, miss, have you-?" he started, trying to catch up to the woman who fled, but Kanda's arm shot out and stopped him before he could advance any further. A ghostly whisper in his ear.
"If you want to die, go ahead and be my guest."
Quizzically, the boy looked up, his face saying, "What?"
Kanda chuckled eerily.
"Can't you see? That woman was possessed. That's why she ran from me." More laughter. "She knows I'm the Hell bringer. She knows I'll bring her to death."
A silent, "Oh" and a jerky nod.
"Well," Kanda sighed as he raked his slim fingers through the midnight royal hair, "she wasn't the next one I was going to chase, but she's good enough. Let's go." Fishing through his back pocket, the raven swiftly pulled out his blade and silently chased after the woman as if his feet did not touch the ground.
Allen gaped, the information slowly registering in his mind, and had to sprint to catch up to the hushed assassin. Being the bloodthirsty, "justifying" assassin, Kanda almost jumped the woman when they turned the corner to where she was, but he tried his best to keep in those raw emotions that pushed him onward.
"Kanda, Kanda," the shorter one panted as he came crashing into his back once the raven paused dead in his tracks, "is she-?"
"Shut up."
What a nuisance
"She's there. Go."
When Allen had decided to do this, he had thought, "Oh, this'll be easy. Just fire a few shots at the monster and it's dead!" Kanda had reminded him a countless amount of times that it wasn't like a video game, but he decided to block it out.
Now, he wished he could just rewind and listen to the pestering raven explain.
"What're you waiting for?"
A slight push against his back.
Fine, fine, the white haired boy thought as he felt his legs almost give out beneath him. I'll go. Man.
Cocking the silent gun, he took a few steps forward, feeling another layer of sweat form over his pale skin; things weren't going to turn out well, he thought. However the woman perked her head up in alarm, pupils dilated as she spun around on her heels, panting heavily. Allen felt a stinging in the back of his throat and whimpered, finding the view before him simply disgusting.
"Shoot!" Kanda shouted, alarming both the possessed woman and Allen.
Screaming, she scrambled away on all fours, but the white haired teen had pulled the trigger, unconsciously, before she got out of their sight. Blood splattered all over the place, splashing against the brick walls around her; Allen almost retched as the odor intensified. His grasp on the gun loosened as he fell back, breath escaping his lips.
The same purple specks flew from the still body, over Allen's wide, metallic eyes – he saw them before everything went black – all the way to Kanda's extended hand where he had patiently waited for them to come. Again, they circled around his pinky before exploding into little shards, and he picked some up with his index and thumb, stashing them into his back pocket once more.
"Good job, bean sprout," the raven smirked as he approached the unconscious boy and knelt down beside him. "I guess you'll do some good."
…
"Ugh!" Allen shouted as he abruptly sat upright from his lying position; his back had been twisted at an angle he thought he could never achieve, which was quite uncomfortable. Rubbing the various sore spots that dotted his body all over, his eyes shifted back and forth, examining the view before him. Kanda wasn't there.
"Huh? Kanda? Kanda, are you there?" Nervously he began shifting in his place as he searched for the raven-haired boy in the cramped alley he was currently in.
Did he leave? questioned the boy bitterly, grimacing when he reached down beside him; his hands had had a merry chance to meet some blood and gunk that had pooled around him.
"Nn."
It was a muffled cry, he knew that, but where it came from, Allen was clueless. He whipped his head left to right, in search of the spot which the cry had came from.
"B-bean sprout!"
Something had poked him in the back – one of the sore spots – and then all over his arms, up his neck, then down to his hip. Finding the prodding rather annoying the boy hopped up from his spot and barked at the general direction underneath him,
"Will you quit it?"
A second later, the outburst became a loud gasp, afterwards some spluttering, and then laughter.
"Just help me up!"
He extended a small, bloodied hand to the almost crippled Kanda who was scrambled all over the ground where he was previously squatting at; why the raven was beneath him, he did not know.
"You toss and turn around a lot during the night," Kanda notified indignantly as he scuffed his darkened leather coat with his hands. Reluctantly the raven sighed and faced the awaiting boy, and he declared,
"Seeing you actually survived, I guess you can help me with some things."
A bright smile.
"Yay."
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Ugh, it's been weeks hasn't it? I'm so very sorry to all those who have been waiting and were reading. School ended a few weeks ago, I kept oversleeping, I got into Oekaki (which totally drained writing out of my schedule), I found a drama CD and kept listening to it – you can't write when you have sexy voices talking around you – and well… you don't care, do you?
So basically this was just about Allen being "accepted" by Kanda – though you never know what might happen with Kanda, the moody king – and yeah. Nothing exciting. It'll get more fun next time; they won't just be in Japan, y'know?
I'm usually not a review whore and since the first chapter got ten reviews – oh dear, that's a lot – I really couldn't care if I got two or three. But anyway, drop a review if you can? Thanks.
-Muffinizer, pocky-pocky