Hana: I've been working on the FAAAAAAANNNNNN FICS, all the live long day~~~~ I'm sill not Katsura Hoshino, 'cos I don't own D-G-M~
Kanda: Shut the hell up, you annoying little shit!
Hana: ...ALLLLLEEEEENNNNNNN KANDA CALLED ME AN ANNOYING SHIT!
Allen: BaKanda! You can't call a woman that! -sighs-
Hana: -cackling-
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+ - Chapter 3 - +
The FBI agent watched as his target slowly stepped out of his car, seeming more tired than anything else as he trudged his way up the steps of an aged house with an overgrown garden. As the door began to open and the occupant got a good look at his guest, his face ran white. He tried to slam the door shut, but the thick slab of wood was easily pushed out of the way by the younger. Seeing that this wasn't working, the man turned and ran back inside, followed soon after by white-haired youth.
Kanda's body moved itself into action, sending his running after the boy before he could even think. What he witnessed upon arrival was the same as the last time. Blood. Sighing. Regret. Apologies. Nothing had changed except the choice in victims.
Turning around, the boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the elder, this time with cobalt eyes narrowed instead of holding that perverted glint that had been their when they'd first met. Silver eyes widened when the one he thought to be a police officer made no move to arrest him. Those liquid pools of Mercury soon turned to the ground, feelings of shame taking hold of him. Without a word, the boy barged past, his shoulder hitting the other on his way past, accidentally dropping something, but being far too frightened to turn back and figure out what.
The older male stood still for some time, doing nothing more than staring at the body as the pool of blood encompassing it grew bigger and bigger with each second. Eventually, though, he turned his attention towards the scrunched up paper that the boy had dropped. Kanda picked up the fallen piece of pap object, smoothing it out and examining its contents. His blood ran cold at what he saw. The words 'traitor' and 'NOAH' stood out in bolded letters.
NOAH. The world's biggest crime unit consisting of many highly skilled assassins, efficient drug dealers and high profile people. It was like signing your own death warrant to even think of double crossing them.
Cogs started to turn in his head; all of it made sense now. If the Crowned Clown was affiliated with NOAH, then he'd have no choice but to do as he was told.
A rush of giddiness swept through the FBI agent; not only had he uncovered more about the boy, but he'd also found a valuable lead on the NOAH case.
But the biggest of questions remained. How was it, Allen Walker was so unlucky enough to have crossed paths with a group of people high up on the FBI's most wanted? The more answers Kanda uncovered, the more questions that seemed to unearth themselves. And then "Mana Walker". As he thought it over, he soon realized why that name was so familiar. He was one of the victims. Or rather, the first recorded victim. He was killed nine years ago, with a knife through the heart. The man was DOA by the time he got to hospital, he recalled hearing that from a News article that day.
"So that's how it is, is it?" Kanda muttered to himself. He looked to the body on the floor and groaned. There was no way in hell he wanted to be the one to call for the police to get their asses over here. But considering there were no other witnesses, save for himself, he begrudgingly took out his Android, and called his unit's number. "Oi. Get your asses, and Forensics over here. There's another victim." He gave the address, and a few colorful choice words to have them "hurry the fuck up!", as he put it.
Just more fucking paperwork he didn't need.
Back in his bed, Allen Walker was freaking out; how had that cop managed to catch him murder someone, not once, but twice? And why wasn't he locked behind bars yet? Granted, he did like the idea of being able to stop with all the killings and such, but he'd promised Mana that he wouldn't stop, that he'd keep on walking till the day he died.
The boy rolled over onto his side, fretting too much to even notice his growling stomach. Why did he have to kill? When was it that his life truly became a living hell?
Allen bit his lip. It wasn't ALL a living hell; he had Lavi, and Lenalee too. Tomorrow he'd be able to go out and pretend to be normal for a change. He'd be able to repair the remainder of his sanity, even if only for a short while.
The boy looked to his calendar, and all thoughts came to an abrupt halt. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" He was quick to jump out of bed, and rush out of his room, he needed to get to the mall sooner than humanly possible. At least he now knew why Lenalee was that much more pissed off at him earlier.
Circled in an angry bright red, was the date of Monday, May 11th, 2015. With all the NOAH had forced him into doing for the past few weeks, Lenalee's Birthday had slipped his mind. A relieved smile graced his features as he ran across the street to the store. Seemed his ass was saved from a literal kicking after all. Upon entering the store, Allen took a look around.
Allen basically flew out of the house, wallet between his teeth as he tried to throw a jumper over his clothing whilst running towards his car. He sped off towards the mall, very nearly going over the speed limit and getting himself a ticket in the process.
After almost three hours of searching, Allen couldn't find a single thing that stood out. Gloomily, the pale youth dragged himself outside, fully prepared to spend the rest of his day searching for the right gift for his female friend, but not before glancing across the street at a run-down Chinese jewelry store. And that's when he saw them; a golden pair of beautiful, delicate circular hairclips decorated with Chinese style patterns. They would suit her twin pigtails perfectly.
"Well if it isn't Allen!" The young man was shocked at being called out, almost thinking it was that officer. However, this voice was clearly female, and very familiar somehow..."I can't believe you're actually here. It's the last place I thought you'd come."
At that point, Allen turned to see the woman who called him, and nearly cracked his face in half with how big a grin adorned his face. "Anita!"
The woman dubbed Anita smiled fondly at the young male. "It's been a while, little Allen. The last time I saw you, you weren't even taller than Mahoja's knee. What on earth brings you to my antique store?"
His eyes wandered over to the hair clips. "I saw something in the window..."
Anita's face practically lit up as the boy trailed off. She took hold of his hand and basically dragged him over to the window. "What do you like?"
Allen hesitantly pointed to the golden accessories, praying that the older lady wouldn't get the wrong idea. She seemed surprised, but none-the-less reached over and took them from the satin bedding. "Are they a present for someone? A girlfriend, maybe?"
"Present, yes. Girlfriend...not really. She's more like a sister to me, in all actuality. Her birthday is tomorrow, and I forgot..."
"Uh-huh." She crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the boy without believing him. "I've heard that one before."
"Eh? Gah! Don't do this to me! I'm serious, she's just my friend! Besides, she's with someone else!" Well, he was pretty sure that was true...she always hung around Lavi after all...
Anita simply nodded, not believing a single thing that Allen had just said. With practiced hands, she expertly wrapped the present in a kind of white paper with stray ribbons of color swirling around in every direction. Allen just shook his head and reached into his pocket, but stopped at the shake of Anita's head. "You don't have to pay; think of it as a gift from me to you, it's been years, after all. How's Cross, he hasn't been too hard on you, has he?"
At the mention of his master, the youth's face twisted into a scowl.
The woman just laughed. "That bad, huh?"
"Whatever you're imagining right now. Multiply it tenfold." Allen then groaned at the thought. Of course maybe half of what he mentioned more so went towards the part of his life he wasn't proud of...but who really needed to know that?
Anita blinked before rolling her eyes. "That man. When will he stop treating you like his personal piggy bank?"
"When he dies of alcohol poising to his liver. So...I guess never. Cross isn't enough of a saint for Heaven, but he's too much a devil for hell."
"Amen." The Chinese woman sighed, "I'm sure she'll be won over with these."
At this Allen blinked, before blushing a furious shade of red. "I don't like her that way! I don't even like any girl that way at all!"
"No girls? What about guys then?"
At that, a picture of Yu Kanda flashed through his mind, turning his already red face a ripe tomato color. He shook his head from left to right; an answer to Anita's question, and a way to rid himself of the mental images.
"Well, well, a little flustered, are we? So? Who's the guy? Is he hot? I bet he's totally dom."
"Dom?"
"The one that tops."
"Um...t-tops? Anita, I honesty have no idea what you're saying." Even being a young adult, Allen never really had much experience in things like this...a neglective guardian and constant assignments tended to divert a young lad on these subjects.
"You live with Cross and you don't even know that?" She seemed to be surprised at this.
Allen slowly shook his head. Tops? The one that tops what?
A cheeky grin took hold of Anita's face. "In bed."
Those two words sent a series of images through his head. Yu Kanda sweating above him. Yu Kanda handcuffing him to a bed. Yu Kanda's lips on his. Something wet tracing it's way down his neck. Teeth biting into his collar bone.
Allen secretly vowed that the next time he met the man, he'd beat the pervert within an inch of his life.
No sooner did he think that, another thought crossed his mind, wait a minute...I'm into that? Since when?! "Ah, just look at the time! I still have errands to run, it's nice seeing you again, Anita, tell Mahoja I said "hi" when you see her again!" The young man was already taking steps back before hurrying along, unaware of a knowing smile that graced the woman's face when he left.
"Mm...I wonder if Cross knows his charge is...as he would put it, 'queer'..." She chuckled softly to herself.
Allen sighed when he was far enough away from the antique shop. Honestly, he never gave much thought to his sexuality. He knew he never really found many girls attractive, hell, he didn't find men attractive either...at least...until...NO! NO, NO! That pervert was only a pervert, and nothing more!
A very, annoyingly, sexy, handsome...wait, what? Allen blinked a few times, before mental images from before plagued his mind once more. "I-I'm just going home now..."
Back at his desk, Kanda was still filing through and signing paperwork. His superiors were quite interested in how it was that he found not one, but two Crowned Clown victims, and he still had yet to see that murderer's face. So far, the only thing stopping the agent from killing his colleagues himself was the fact that he'd be meeting with the white-haired boy tomorrow. He'd be able to get some answers from the kid, and hopefully something more.
Kanda froze as he imagined the boy squirming beneath him, once pale flesh red with embarrassment. He wanted to rip the clothed from that body and ravish the youth like there was no tomorrow.
"U-Um...K-Kanda..."
"Get on with it, Lotto." Kanda was quick to diminish inappropriate thoughts just in time, though the after affects seemed to have remained. Good thing he was sitting at his desk. He looked up to the woman he'd addressed, once again finding himself wondering how someone as timid as Miranda Lotto made it on the force. Did this officer even sleep once in her life?
"U-um...w-w-w-well..."
"That's enough, Miss Lotto." Kanda's attention turned to the man who entered his office. Deputy Director Malcom C. Rouvelier.
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I hate that man's guts. :T That's all.
R&R you amazing people you :D