Chapter III
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MUST READ!
Since I am not awesome enough to make up my own lyrics, I shall use pre-existing songs and for the sake of the story, let's just say that Allen Walker (Red Campbell) wrote them.
I should probably write what songs were used though…
The song below was NOT "written" by Allen, it was done by the guy who actually wrote it.
Oh yeah, in case you are wondering; Mount Hope Cemetery has a couple of places where the trees are clustered together. It is in one of those places that Allen is right now.
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Kanda's P.O.V
Making my way through the cemetery's thick pine trees, I let out a sigh of relief. This is the one place that the damn Usagi can never find me and I can train in peace. No one ever comes to places secluded like this; people tend to prefer places where they can socialize with other people. A mere second before I pull Mugen from its sheath someone sneezes. Mugen is out in seconds, pointed in the direction of the sound. Seeing no one there, I frown and slowly make my way towards the sound of humming. That's when someone begins to sing.
"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own"
Viva La Vida?
"I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!'"
The slight huskiness of the voice compliments the song perfectly. Whoever's singing this isn't half bad.
"One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars sand–"
A thud and twigs snapping disturbs the song.
Rushing past the shrubbery, I very nearly fall stumble over the body sprawled out face down amidst the damp soil; white hair hanging limp. Wait; white hair? That voice didn't sound like it belonged to someone elderly…
I slide down beside the body and gently roll it over, eyes widening as I take in the young face in front of me. I'd been wrong in thinking that this person was old; dead wrong. This person– boy, looked like he was fourteen or so years old with pale skin and an innocent face that was marred with an angry red scar that began with a pentacle above his left eye and continued down his cheek, but not before it hooked slightly and another scar ran parallel underneath the same eye, effectively giving the illusion of a tattoo; the ridges in his skin being the only hint as to that it wasn't. In actuality, even with the scar, he would have looked handsome, or pretty, seeing as his appearance was slightly effeminate. This brat IS a guy, right?
With phone in hand, I hit redial, not really caring who's on the other end as long as they have a car.
"Yu-chan!"
Oh dear god.
"Usagi. Mount Hope Cemetery. Now." Without even giving Lavi time to say another word, my phone is back in my pocket.
I throw the kid over my shoulder and purposely stride towards 17th street, knowing that by the time I finally get to the other side of the cemetery, Lavi would already have his car door open.
And I'm right.
"Oi, Usagi! Give me a hand with this."
"Yu-chan; I know that we're in a cemetery and all, but I refuse to help you bury the body." His hands are on his hips as he stares at me worriedly through his one emerald eye.
"What? NO! He's not dead; probably."
"Damn, Yu-chan, what did ya do to that poor kid?" This time he sounds like a mother scolding a naughty child.
"He was like this when I got here."
"Wait a second; what were you doing in a cemetery?" He asks in a confused tone.
Crap!
"Praying."
"That's what you do at a church."
"Running errands."
"At least pick something you'd do at a cemetery."
I frown. "How do you know that I don't really have errands to run at a cemetery?"
He sighs exasperatedly. "C'mon, Yu-chan; even you can think of something better than that!"
"Fine! I'm burying someone." By this point I had pretty much run out of excuses and there is no way in hell that I'd ever tell that damn Usagi that this is where I go to avoid him.
"It's alright; I won't tell the cops. Though next time you may want to make sure he's dead BEFORE you try to bury him." At that comment, Lenalee steps out of the car and smacks Lavi over the head.
Lavi rubs the back of his head with a whimper. "Fine! What did you need my help with?"
"Che. Isn't it obvious? Hospital."
"YU called ME to HELP someone?! Who are you and what have you done with the real Yu-chan?!" Lavi panics.
I throw the kid at Lavi who catches him awkwardly. "It's not helping, just shoving him off onto someone else.
Lenalee crosses her arms and takes a few steps towards me. "Kanda, you found him so he's your responsibility. You're coming with us."
"Che."
"I'll tell Komui."
"Che." My knuckles turn white as my hand clenches. That man is a maniac!
She smiles. "Good."
"Hey, guys! Can you give me a hand?" Comes Lavi's voice from the car where he's trying (and failing) to stuff the kid into the back seat.
After a quick glance at each other, Lenalee pushes Lavi aside and pulls the kid into a more comfortable position that would allow a seat belt to properly click into place.
If it was up to me I would've just left him lying on the seat.
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Allen's P.O.V
I wake to find myself lying on stark white sheets surrounded by an almost sterilized-like odour. My heart thumps loudly in my chest while I analyse my current situation.
Okay; I was practising in the cemetery: How did I get here? Where is here?
Another quick peek through half-closed eyelids shows beeping monitors and tubes attached to my body.
NOAH?!
Without even a second thought, fear caused my reflexes to kick in, catapulting my off of the bed and out the side door. Tubes rip from my appendages, a thin trail of blood the only reminder of their once-been presence. Shouts and yells are left in my wake. Paper scatters and people dressed in similar pale clothing part like the Red Sea. At that moment, a wave of dizziness crashes over me, muddling my senses so that I don't notice a large presence appear behind me.
A hand wraps itself around my wrist, propelling me towards the ground. In response, I whip around, left fist leaving a reasonable-sized hole in one of the wooden doors. "Shit!" He curses.
At least I think he's a 'he'.
Dread is still coursing its way through me, sharpening my battle-hardened mind. My opponent aims a kick at my side which I par with ease. Another hand reaches out from behind me, but adrenaline has me seeing everything in almost slow-motion. I duck and sweep the legs out from under my first attacker. I tackle him back down to the floor when he tries to stand, straddling him before he can make a move, pulling back my left hand into another fist, getting ready to smash his head in. That's when I notice the face of my 'captor'.
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Songs used – Viva La Vida (Coldplay)
Ya, so…. Sorry for not updating this sooner. I have half of the next chapters written…. But… I have so many reports to write ITS NOT FUNNY!
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