Ok, so 3rd chapter is up (duh) I hope you'll like it! More characters introduced!
"Are you eager?" Cross-asked as he saw his pupil getting ready for his first day as a student.
"Yes. I'm thrilled! Can't you see it?" The teenager replied sarcastically as he served the food in two plates and sat down at the opposite side of the table.
"Don't be like that. Tyki, Lulu and Wisely are going to be there, it's not like you are going blind somewhere. What the worse that could happen?"
Allen sighed, shaking his head as he raised his white bangs to show the beginning of his curs, a reversed pentacle. "Cursed eye, remember? Mine doesn't have specific days to come out, Shishō. Everyone is going to know what I am." He sighed.
"It's not like we are a secret clan."
"No. We are worse, we are a fairy tale clan." Unlike the Noah Clan, who were up in the open, not that they were sorcerers, of course. Or unlike the Exorcist, the Akuma or the Bookman clans who were completely acting in the shadows, the Curse Clan was just something between them: it was known for the rest of society that there cursed people around the world, but since not so many people had ever met one if they told it someone, no one would believed them, because they were just like a fairy tail: something between real and fantasy.
The younger whined and dropped his head onto the table when a horn sounded. "That's probably Tyki." He said and went to get his things.
"Stop right there for a second." The elder said as he stood up and went next to his 'idiot apprentice'. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Allen shook his head. "The spell, stop it." Allen sighed and obeyed, bringing the spell that made his eye completely black, with no iris. "Better now." The boy looked down and fidgeted.
"Is something the matter?" Cross asked, gently, lowering himself to be at eye level with him.
"It's just… I don't think anyone will like me like this. They'll call me…"
"No one will call you anything, Shonen." Tyki said.
"Mikk, I've told you a million times to use the door."
"I did. Went through it."
"As a normal person damn it!" Cross snapped but chuckled when Tyki rolled his eyes. "Anyway, thanks for picking him up." He then said, flashing a smile to the teacher.
"No problem. We don't want him to get lost on his first day, do we?" Tyki said as he hugged the boy by the shoulders.
"Completely agreed. It's a bothersome every time I have to go to the police to pick him up." Marian said, lightening a cigarette.
"You are going to die if you keep smoking like that, Shishō." The youngest said. "Anyway, let's go Tyki-pet. What kind of example would you be if you are late?" Allen said, tugging him. "See you later Shishō! Tim let's go!" The monkey posed himself in his head, as usual.
"I don't think you…" The Noah started.
"But I can." Allen replied, flashing him a smile that the elder knew all too well, having seen it multiple times.
"Ugh, you haven't even started and you are already causing trouble?" Tyki asked.
"Of course. I learned from the masters of causing trouble, or have you forgotten?" The boy said.
Cross laughed behind them and went with them to the entrance of the front yard. He even felt like waving off, but dismissed the idea: he still had a reputation to live up to.
"Do you think it's him?"
"Who?"
"The guy from yesterday!"
"The one with white hair?"
"Yes! Him!"
Even being inside the car, both Tyki and Allen were perfectly capable to hear the remarks.
"You made quite an impression, shonen."
"Wait until they see my eye and my arm." He said as he spelled his eye again to look the same as the other one.
"I thought Cross told you to not use that spell." The elder said as he brought the spell down.
"Have you two made a promise of making my school life difficult and bring back bitter memories?" Allen asked, sad, defeated.
"Of course not, Allen. But we won't you to accept yourself, something that you have never really done."
"And you think that having people making fun of me is going to help me?" The boy asked sarcastically.
"Do you remember what I've told you about making friends?" The British boy nodded. "Do you remember what your answer was?" Another nod. "Well, you'll see that you will have, want and need friends."
"As if."
"Do I hear a dare in here?" Tyki asked, smirking.
"Shut up." He said and then, once the elder parked, he got out of the car and glared at everyone staring at him.
"Look… His eye is all black." Someone said.
"That's so weird…"
"It's kinda freaky…"
"What's the matter, huh? Never seen a cursed person before?" Allen snapped, looking at everyone.
"Allen, calm down." Tyki said as he started to get out of the car. "Here, the keys." He said as he threw them to him, watching how Tim got them and gave them to his master.
"What the meaning of this, Professor Mikk?" Everyone turned around to see the Principal looking at Allen and Tyki… well he was scowling at them. "You are perfectly aware that relationships between students and teachers are completely forbidden."
"I know."
"So you are giving the keys of your car to Mr. Marian-Walker just because?"
"The car is mine." Allen said and when his cursed eye landed on Leverrier's figure, it reacted, creating a reversed pentacle in it.
"Yours."
"Why of course. My dad and I have a lot of money, you know?" He said, arching an eyebrow.
"That still doesn't explain why Professor Mikk was driving your car."
"We are family, Principal." A female voice.
"Professor Bell." He said. "Care to explain?"
"he is an adopted member of the Noah Clan." She only said and everyone began muttering.
"Ugh." Allen growled. "Morning Lulu." He said, smiling at her and she only nodded at him. Cold as always. He thought. "Anyway, if you excuse us, I need to find my class." He said and then left, keys jingling in his fingers.
Let's see… First class… Composition! Sounds fun enough! He thought as he went to his class. Surprisingly enough, he didn't get lost.
There were only three people in the room, two of them sitting together, chatting, while the other one was staring into nothing.
He sat down at the last table, right behind the big guy, that way less people would… Ugh. Whom was he trying to fool? Everyone would see him with his white hair.
"You are new." The guy said and now that he looked at him, he was quite big for an eighteen year old.
"Y-yeah." He said and then his eye caught something that he had never seen before in a stranger and in someone not related to the clan or the organisation. The guy… he was surrounded by baby blue foam.
"I'm Marie. Noise Marie." The guy (Marie) said, extending his hand.
"Allen Marian-Walker." He said, shaking the hand with his good, normal hand.
"Your breathing has changed."
"What? What do you mean?" He was getting defensive.
"The sounds of your breathing is faster now… Oh. I'm sorry. I'm blind." The guy (Marie) said and Allen looked at him with his silver eye and then saw that, effectively, the eyes were staring just at some point behind him.
"Hey Marie! You might wanna stay away of the new one! He's a freak!" Someone said, a new one, yelled at him.
"A freak? What does he mean by that?" Marie asked Allen. "Are you ok? I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."
Is this guy really blind? The white haired asked himself.
"No worries. I'm used to that. They all mean it." He replied and scratched his monkey on the chin.
"But why?"
"It's what happens when you have white hair, a curse mark running down your face, a black in which appears a reversed pentacle and you are a relative of the Noah clan." Allen listed, not stating his arm.
"And this is why being blind is sometimes good. I can only figure people out by their actions." Marie said. "Mind if I sit with you? Not too many people like to sit with me either."
"How come? You are a nice person." He said, surprised.
"You think so?"
"I know so. My curse… It allows me to see people: their souls, their auras, their intentions." He explained quickly.
"How is that a curse?" Marie asked, curious and surprised: for someone who couldn't see, the possibility of seeing everything was almost like a dream.
"Hm… I admit it can come in handy when deciding whom I should trust and who not. But… I can also see souls crying of pain, for freedom… And I usually say what I see, which has gotten me into a lot of trouble, actually." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, I've talked way too much. I don't want to put you in a delicate position." He said, not even bothering to put his polite mask on, he was not in the mood.
"No problem. It's not like I have too many people I could talk about it!" Marie said, shaking his head. "So, what instrument do you play?"
"Flute, violin and piano. Piano is my best, though."
"You had a music teacher when you were a kid?"
"Hm. Not exactly." He said as he opened his notebook when the teacher came in.
"The new student, please come up here and present yourself." Allen sighed and went to the front of the class, his eye fully activated now with so many people concentrating on him.
"I'm Allen Marian-Walker, I'm 18, and I do not wish to be friends with any of you except Marie." That caused a few whispered and glances towards his persona, but he couldn't care less.
"Is that a monkey?" A girl asked and Allen thought she was… a no-no. There was some envy in there, definitely the hunger for power…
"Yes. That's Tim." The monkey only moved a bit in his head before settling down.
"I didn't know we could bring pet in the school."
"Because you can't. But I do." He said, smirking.
"I heard you are cursed." Someone said and Allen picked a greenish-bluish aura in him. As a matter of fact, most of them did.
"So?"
"What did you do? A deal with the Devil?"
"Yeah. Or maybe… I killed someone." He said, smirking in such a dark, evil way, that everyone gasped.
"Mr. Marian! Don't you ever joke about that?" The teacher yelled at him.
"It's Marian-Walker. Not just Marian. And who said I was joking?" He growled as he went back to his seat.
"Hm. I see why you said it gets you in trouble." Marie said.
"Oh no. That was not what I meant. By trouble I meant fist fights, knife fights… You know, red light district stuff." He said.
"You make it sound like you did not have an easy life."
"You have no idea, Marie, you have no idea." He said mysteriously before starting to write whatever the teacher was saying.
Second lesson was European History… with Professor T. Mikk. At least in this one he could zone off. He smiled when he saw another mop of white hair.
"Wisely!" And everyone turned to look at him as if he was crazy. No one, absolutely no one talked with the Noah teen besides well, the Noah professor and that other guy, Alma.
"Allen!" Oh well, they seemed to know each other, which made it even more disturbing.
"Should I ask why did they put you in Tyki-pet's class?"
"I don't think so." After that they hugged each other and everyone blinked: they had never, ever, Wisely being affective to anyone. Not even his own family besides his little sister. "So, what have you and Cross been up to?"
"Nothing much, actually. Where do you sit?" The new one said and sat next to the other white haired teen.
"Heard the clan is making him go to every meeting, right?"
"Yeah. Problem is that this means that I have to go to most of them too." Allen grumbled and Wisely laughed. "How's Road, anyway?"
"Feisty and bothering Lero and Tyki." He replied. "You should come home some day. She misses you." At that, everyone went silent: Wisely Kamelot was inviting someone to his house?
"Damn, I would be lying if I said I haven't missed you guys." The other said.
"Well Shonen, Road is not the only one who missed you." Mikk said as he entered the room.
"Hey, Tyki-pet." He greeted, smirking.
"It's Professor Mikk, you dimwit."
"Of course. The day you win me at poker." Allen winked at him. "Or you know… Shishō." He only said and the other teen next to him chuckled.
"You are up for detention, Allen." Tyki said, suddenly serious and Allen nodded.
"Sinto muito." The boy muttered and lowered his gaze when the soul in Tyki almost literally shook in distress and pain.
"Anyway, start getting into your seats right now. We have already lost enough time. Before that, Allen, present yourself."
The boy huffed but stood, not wanting to make Tyki angrier with him. "My name is Allen Marian-Walker, I'm 18, and I study music. That's all."
"Allen…" Came the menacing voice form the teacher.
"I'm cursed and part of the Noah clan." He grumbled as he sat down.
"You don't have grey skin."
"I do. I choose not to show it." Allen growled.
"Freak."
"Says the one who has probably sucked all the cocks of the football, basketball and rugby teams in a gangbang." Allen replied shooting her a smirk when she blushed and her aura turned black.
Ah well, if he had to put up with those morons, at least he would have fun.
"Hasn't you dad taught you how to treat a lady you monster?" A boy yelled and he made the gesture to jump onto Allen, who just looked as if he had been slapped across the face, but before the guy could even get into his feet, Tyki had just slapped him across the face.
"Allen. Out." He said and the boy made sure to obey, Tim jumping into his shoulder. "Wisely, with him." The other white-haired boy followed the first, not without sending the boy a glance that made everybody froze. That was why no one messed with the Noah clan; they were fiercely protective of each other.
"And you, Mr. Pierrot, are in detention for a week." Mikk said as he straightened up. "I'm going to make this very clear from this very moment: this boy is like a brother to me, he has had a really tough life, you cannot even start to imagine it, so if I hear so much of another hurtful comment or insult towards him, or any body of my family, for the matter, I'll forget I'm your teacher and there'll be hell to pay. And for the record, no, Allen has no father, nor mother. He is part of the Noah clan and, as many of you already know or have, if you are smart enough, figured out, he is also part of the Curse clan. And this better stays within these four walls, have I been clear?"
"This is a real abuse of your status as a teacher." Someone stated.
"Maybe. But I'm a Noah, and we all know what my family is known for, don't we?"
No one answered. All thought the same. Screams. Tears. Blood.
So that's it for today! Hope you all liked it!
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