Kanda does not belong to me.
The title of chapter II was inspired by Monoral's song.
It's a short chapter but I'll write something more soon.
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Part II – Visions in my head
Kanda still remembers the day when they cut his beautiful long hair. He remembers being held by Allen Walker, so that he couldn't make a single move and the sound of the scissors being held by Komui Lee. He couldn't move even if Allen wouldn't hold him so strong. He was too badly injured and his wound's didn't heal. There was no single lotus petal left on the flower trapped in the hourglass. Kanda knew he was dying, yet they didn't let him die in peace, they stripped him from his dignity, proclaimed he lost the battle against Evil, against Noah. Called him "unworthy" and told everybody Kanda Yuu is not an Exorcist of the Black Order any more, as he allowed the Noah take his Innocence.
Kanda couldn't make a sound, he couldn't defend himself, tell everybody they are lying. Mugen would not activate. The blade was all black and cracked in many places. Hevlaska confirmed Komui's words: Kanda Yuu became an Unworthy.
They tortured him for many hours. Maybe days, Kanda can't tell now. He remembers being whipped, burned, drowned. In the end they cut his hair and decided to show him mercy. He was allowed to leave the Order and die on the streets. They won't kill him by themselves. They don't want to have his blood on their hands, not that their hands were clean actually.
- Che!
Kanda makes a move with his neck, relaxing his tense muscles a bit.
Kanda knows very good he wasn't incompatible back then. But even if he could speak, they wouldn't believe him. He remembers being forced away on the street with nothing more but what he had on him: old black pair of trousers, a gray pullover, a pair of heavy shoes. No weapon. He was left to die after all.
What he doesn't remember was his long journey to where his home is now – China. What remained in his head are some blurry visions of faces, places, pain and fever. Then he found himself among people who didn't ask where he came from or what happened to him. They just offered him help. Two days later he really desynchronized with his Innocence. The monks were holding his hands as he breathed heavily, coughed blood, cried in pain. He was fevered, scared to death and sure he will die within the next hours and go straight to hell. Then he sunk into blackness.
Kanda remembers waking up among soft pillows, feeling no pain at all. Just emptiness. He had a feeling that he is not himself any more. But this strange emptiness slowly filled in with emotions completely unknown to him: love, compassion, joy. Every day he learned something new about the world he now had to live in. Finally he understood. He wasn't immortal any more, but he was stronger than before.
- Yuu!
A sudden sound of his name being called, makes him tense his muscles again. Just for a while. Then he realizes he's safe and just being called by one of the monks.
- Yes? – he rises up from the floor and smiles toward the young man, only a year or two older than Kanda himself.
- Can you please take a look at this? It looks strange. What are those? Birds?
Kanda comes up to the window and looks at a dark gray cloud moving toward the Monastery. He narrows his eyes. This is not a cloud, it moves too fast. These are not birds, they make no sound. He has seen these clouds before, in his previous life.
- We have to take everybody to the undergrounds! Now! – he cries out to the young monk and darts out of the building. Of course he has seen them before: Akumas.
