Okay. So I forgot to post yesterday. Heh. I'm still ill and was home yesterday with all the intentions of posting another consecutive chapter. But I didn't finish writing it, ended up watching the woman in black and then falling asleep. But I really need to go back to school at some point...
That said, welcome to chapter four of 'The Darkness is Inevitable'.
Thank you all you people who have followed and favourited this story. I had a nice surprise waking up yesterday morning and seeing them.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own -Man. If I did, we would know how the manga ends.
1st August, 21:27
"Only you could manage to bust through a coat made to withstand anything, idiot apprentice." General Cross Marian sighed as his filthy, ash scented student stumbled through the front door.
"Guess I'm going to have to ask Johnny to make me a new one." Allen replied, laughing slightly awkwardly.
"Damn right you are. You're filthy as well, just like you always have been. Get clean and then get cleaning." Cross boomed, gesturing between the stairs leading up to the bathroom and then to the, once again, bottle filled living room. Allen merely sighed, then nodded and made for the stairs, limping slightly on the leg that had been introduced to the flames of the akuma. Cross, after watching Allen drag himself up the stairs, an irritated look crossing the boy's features, smirked, shaking his head, before retiring to the kitchen to get some more wine.
"You missed one." Cross muttered, as he sat with his feet up on the coffee table, smiling slyly as he lazily watched the now clean and bandaged Allen on the floor, filling bin liners with bottles and cigarette ash for the second time that week. Standing up, he placed his hands on his spine to and leant back to crack it as he scanned the floor for the infamous bottle that had been for-mentioned by his master.
"Where? I'm pretty sure I got them..." Allen looked up to see his master grinning at him with a half full bottle in his hand, hovering precariously over the cream carpet.
"Master, don't drop it ple-!" Too late. Cross dropped the bottle containing a decent volume of crimson liquid onto the floor, a blood like stain forming in a puddle around the discarded glass. After laughing at the boy's practically horrified face, Cross stood and grabbed his coat.
"I'm going to the bar." He announced as he strolled out of the room and through the door.
2nd August, 9:37
Allen groaned as he was once again, rudely awoken by his phone. Today, it was ringing, therefore his rather irritating ringtone resonated throughout the room.
"TURN THAT BLOODY THING OFF!" Allen heard his master's voice call from downstairs. Someone was in a bad mood, Allen thought as he began to cross the room, still limping on his burnt leg. Hangover? Allen wondered as he looked at the caller I.D that lit up on the phone screen. The number was unknown. Slowly, he held the device to his ear, as if it was Timcanpy, who always seemed ready to bite him.
"Hello?" He asked quietly so as not to agitate Cross again.
"Allen? That you buddy?" An unforgettably excitable sounding voice responded.
"Oh, Lavi? Hi. What's up?" Allen replied to the question with a question.
"Oh, nothing much. Was just wondering what you were doing!" The red head replied.
"Well, I was sleeping but somebody woke me up." Allen said dryly.
"Whoops! Sorry about that, I just assumed that you'd be awake by now." Lavi chuckled apologetically.
"Yeah, I had a late night." Allen said, practically scowling through the floor at Cross.
"Well, that sucks for you. So, you busy? 'Cause I'm bored." Lavi asked.
"Erm...not currently, depends how the day plays out." Allen reacted.
"Want to meet up with me and Lenalee?" Came the next question.
"One sec." Allen answered taking the phone slightly away from his ear and walking to the top of the stairs, leaning over the bannister.
"Master! I'm going out in a bit, okay?" Allen yelled down to Cross who he assumed was in the living room rather than his own. The general had probably crashed out after coming home drunk yet again.
"No you aren't." Cross replied bluntly. Deciding not to argue with him, since he seemed to be in one of his moods and the boy valued his life, Allen dropped it and retreated to his room.
"Sorry Lavi. I can't go out anywhere right now." Allen muttered, putting the phone back to his ear.
"Aw, why not?" Lavi asked in a playful, sulky tone.
"I've been put under house arrest by my master." Allen sighed. Silence from the other end suggested that the term 'master' was not what Lavi had been expecting.
"Then I'll come to you!" Lavi suddenly exclaimed, making Allen jump.
"Do you even know where I live?" Allen asked, frowning.
"Yep. Of course I do!" Lavi said happily. Allen responded with confused silence, making Lavi laugh.
"Lenalee told me roughly where because you told her the street." Lavi said cheekily.
"Ah, okay then. So, when you coming over?" Allen asked, looking at the clock. Almost quarter to ten.
"About an hour?" Lavi questioned.
"Okay, see you then." Allen said before hanging up the phone.
2nd August, 10:58
"So, this is the street? It's not really what I was expecting..." Lavi muttered, standing at the end of the street where Allen was supposed to live. Lenalee, who had decided to tag along to see Allen, was stood beside him, checking the street name yet again. The road was covered in litter and houses either side looked on the brink of ruin. Neither of the pair could believe that Allen, the most well-dressed and polite person they knew, would live here. Considering the situation, even Lenalee and Lavi felt out of place dressed in practical jeans.
"This is definitely the right place Lavi. Let's go." Lenalee finally answered, beginning to walk ahead, forcing Lavi to jog after her. They still hadn't got a clue which house it was. Lavi pulled out his phone to ask Allen.
Sent: What house number, Al?
After no response came, the pair began to knock on each and every door. There was no answer for most of them, but the people who did in fact come to the door were rude and dressed in dirty clothing. Suddenly, out of no where, a white flash flew out of one of the houses and over to the other side of the road. There was no doubt it was Allen. Lenalee was about to call out to him when he spoke.
"Put the hammer down and I won't say anything!" Allen called across the street, projecting his voice to a house.
"I will come out there and get you if I have to. I won't go back to that place! I hate it there." An unidentified voice bellowed back.
"Fine! You don't have to go back! Just don't knock me out and run off again!" Allen pleaded angrily.
"Stay out here for a bit, idiot apprentice." The voice said again as Lavi and Lenalee heard the door slam. Allen brushed his hair out of his face, grumbling to himself quietly. Then, he turned to face them.
"Hi, sorry you had to see that." He grinned, his personality change shocking Lavi and Lenalee speechless.
"Wh-what just happened?" Lavi asked. Allen merely shrugged.
"That's my master for you. So, we staying out here or sneaking inside?" Allen asked, pointing towards an open window on the lower floor.
Yep, yet another action-less chapter, but hopefully, I'll be alternating between action and not for a bit now.
It crossed me earlier that I don't have a clue how or when this story is gonna end, or even what the next chapter will be about. I literally just type whatever rubbish comes to me at the time and then look back over it after it's published like "God...was I asleep when I wrote this or something?"
So as always, review please but don't if you don't feel like it. I don't mind.
Until next time...
Chickaboo3000 out!
