A special thanks to Kurokai Kuro for being coolness personified. This chapter is dedicated to Pin Needle, for the mere mention of the cretaceous period, and because she is the coolest person ever. Yeah, even cooler than David Bowie. (OH NO SHE DI'N'T! OH NO SHE DI'N'T!--)
The red wine burned his throat, creating a warmth completely unnatural and splendid in all its capability. Cold nights and warm wine seemed to fit perfectly. Warm wine the color of blood gave him a strange joy, that something so dark could give such a light elation, like drinking a touch of Heaven.
"I think it's time you leave the nest." he looked down into his glass and admired the way he could see his own reflection in the liquid, his hair just a tad brighter than the color.
"Master?"
He looked across the room, frowning as he did so. How like his stupid pupil to turn anything into a question.
And stupid ones at that.
"I coddle you too much." he threw the nearest object at the young boy, who in turn shrieked something the man didn't care to listen to and then grumbled about something equally as unimportant.
He crossed his legs and tilted his head to the side, allowing the wine to settle in properly and make use of blurring all the objects around him. He didn't like sharp things, he preferred curves, like the hips of a woman, and things just a tad duller than he.
Much like the boy kneeling before him, rubbing his head for whatever reason.
Oh right, the hammer.
"I don't care where you go, but it's time you took care of yourself after all these years." The young boy clenched his teeth angrily.
"I was living on my own before you snatched me up! I'm perfectly capable of--!"
The man swished the liquid in the glass and sighed, hardly bothering to pay attention while the bright eyed boy continued to flap his mouth up and down, shouting his grievances--which were all random and irrelevant, according to the man with the glass--and doing his best to successfully annoy his master.
Another object to the head, and he was immediately silenced.
"So, get out of here." the man said, taking one last glance at the confused boy before returning to gaze out the window.
"N-now?"
"Idiot apprentice." the man scowled and took a drink too large to really appreciate the taste. The things this boy caused him to do. He uncrossed his legs only to recross them with the left over his right. "Just stay away from the Dark Order."
"Dark...? But aren't they good? Don't they help...people like us?"
The man nearly laughed aloud when the boy muttered the word 'people'. That was hardly relevant to their existences.
"Boy, what do you know of good? Have you seen it, experienced it?" his young protégé looked down, eyes flaming but lips tightly locked. The man frowned as he knew where the boy's train of thought was headed.
He managed a sigh.
"I despise those bastards." he emptied the glass of its contents and lightly placed it on the table beside him. He stood and the boy looked up even higher from his kneeling position. "Do what you will."
He focused on the sound of his boots thudding against the floor, like a steady rhythm of a Hatian drum. The small utterances of confusion coming from his disciple--ex-disciple--were already fuzzed thanks to the Italian wine he'd crossed three seas and four dead bodies to get.
He walked out of the room, and would never admit he looked back once, just to see if those silver eyes were still looking at him.
They weren't.
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"Congratulations Red Coat(1)! Today's initiation day!" Lavi blew on a hot pink kazoo and waved his arms around happily. Allen looked about his room, wondering when Lavi had had the time to decorate it so...thoroughly.
Streamers hung about the walls in bright colors of red, yellow, green, and orange and balloons were everywhere, bouncing along the carpet irritatingly, as if they were feet on hot coals. Allen discreetly looked to see if there was any food, but when instead he saw in exceedingly pissed off Kanda, he stopped, assessed, and spoke.
"What?"
"Jesus Christ--"
"My Lord and Savior!" Lavi finished, continuing to blow on his kazoo. Kanda came up and quite violently ripped it from Lavi's hands, smashing it in his fist and chucking it across the room, which so happened to be Allen's stomach.
"Ow! Bloody hell, that hurt!" He rubbed his stomach and immediately a growl came about. "Well, I have no idea what this initiation is, but can we go for some breakfast?" Lavi widened his eyes, appeared to have an intelligent thought, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure."
"Wonderful. I'll get my jacket."
"Goddammit why am I here?" Kanda said angrily, arms folded across his chest in a haughty manner that would have made anyone else seem as though they were pouting, but for this man, vampire, thing, it only scared Allen to hurry.
"But Yuu it was your idea?"
"Shut the fuck up."
Allen paused in getting dressed and looked at Kanda. This had been his idea?
"It's not what you're thinking you moron." he growled.
"Oh? You can read my mind? Then please by all means leave ahead of us and order my meal would you?"
"Asshole I oughtta--"
"LET'S be FRIENDS!(2)" Lavi shot a small gun from his side and out popped a handful of confetti, merely plopping on the floor pathetically. Lavi took a minute to inspect his new toy, jiggling it this way and tapping it that, while Kanda's face grew to be a lovely shade of red.
Crimson, perhaps? Allen speculated. He hopped into his pants quickly while Lavi and Kanda were busy arguing. Allen snorted as he saw Lavi say a smart remark and Kanda immediately sissy-slapped the toy gun from Lavi's hand. Lavi looked dramatically hurt, but Allen's zipper made them both look up, and Allen smiled.
"Shall we?" he queried.
Lavi smiled, "Let's--"
"Shut your fucking hole." Kanda finished, exited rather quickly and leaving Allen and Lavi to trail on his heels.
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Allen mentally jotted down everything he wanted to eat that morning on the way to the cafeteria. In all honesty he really wanted some chocolate cake, but he wasn't quite ready to take that step into degradation, and so he figured an extra serving of apple sauce would have to do. He walked alongside Lavi with Kanda always a few steps ahead.
Sometimes, Allen noticed, Kanda would occasionally look back at the two of them discreetly. Allen was as of yet unsure whether he wanted to know what was going on, or perhaps it was all out of annoyance.
"Damn. I look so good today I want to masturbate." Lavi said as he passed a mirror. Allen sighed, knowing the truth to his previous question.
"Asshole." Kanda scoffed, frowning angrily.
"What's wrong? Are you upset that I get myself hot?" Lavi opened his eyes innocently, but the small quirk of his lips told Allen trouble was coming. "Are you upset that it's not--" Lavi paused, putting a finger to his lips as his eyes grew wide. "Yuu?"
Kanda paused in his anger. He wasn't sure whether he should be more mad at the connotation he wanted to make Lavi hot at the thought of him, or the possibility Lavi was using his personal name.
It was times like these Kanda hated the English language.
"I don't want anybody else." Lavi snapped his fingers and did the One-Two step as Allen braced himself for Kanda's impending attack. "When I think about Yuu I touch myself!"
As expected Kanda rushed forward, sword in hand and teeth gnashing like a banshee. Instinctively, Lavi grabbed the person beside him and threw him forward, in his own defense and self-preservation. Normally Johnny was standing beside Lavi, for reasons 'unknown', but today Johnny was missing, and it was Allen that found himself trapped between Life and Death.
He would have screamed in fear, if it hadn't ironically already been scared out of him.
"Hey!"
Kanda stopped immediately, every muscle freezing with an unnatural level of control as the voice sounded. Allen looked up to see Linali, smiling sweetly at the three.
"H-h-hi," Allen said shakily, still slightly traumatized from the sheer menace in Kanda's eyes.
"Shall we get going?" She asked. "We need to get you started pronto." She waved a clipboard in the direction behind her and stood sideways, heels already on the move backwards.
"Can it wait until breakfast?" Allen asked pitifully.
Linali shrugged regretfully. "Sorry, but we're already behind schedule."
"And what exactly--"
"Come on you heard the lady! Let's get cracking Pop!" Lavi grabbed Allen's shoulder, and then Kanda's. "Snap."
"Suck on lye, asshole!"
"Rightfully named." Lavi said, ducking as a fist of lightening speed came full gusto at his jaw.
"Shall we?" sighed Allen.
"Yes, let's--"
"Leaving!" Linali called several steps ahead, while Kanda moved to take the lead.
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As Allen mourned the loss of his breakfast, and as his stomach made sure to give him hell just in case he wasn't feeling bad enough, he tried to take his mind off of things by asking Lavi lots of questions.
Lavi never really walked in a straight line when he spoke--which was constantly--and Allen shivered a bit when he saw Lavi get a bit too close to Kanda for comfort. He could nearly see the hackles on the back of the vampire's neck rise. Allen had actually lost track of most of the questions he'd asked, mostly because Lavi would answer them in long drawn out explanations that always led back to some subject of World War II and its impact on the german mentality, or Speedracer.
"Now wait, Komui said that lots of humans have supernatural abilities without being supernatural, how is this?" Allen questioned to Lavi in between one of the very few breathes the young man seemed to take. Lavi jumped right to the plate, as expected.
"Simple," Lavi shrugged. "They have the instincts of the blood in their veins. Those of werewolf blood might like dogs a lot, those that have witch blood could be really curious about cooking or chemistry, something involving mixing and potions. Those of vampire blood usually have an intense bloodlust."
Allen gulped, not so discreetly shifting his gaze to the long ponytail swaying in front of him. "Like, murderers?"
Lavi nodded. "Yeah, or Gamers." his eyes brightened. "Speaking of, there's this dude here that has the entire Final Fantasy collection. Straight up, no joke."
Allen wrinkled his nose. "I've never had an interest in video games."
"Bullshit, everyone has a special game." Lavi waved it off and then returned his hand to his pocket. Just as it was comfortably set into the lining of his jeans, he whipped it out a gain and made more wild circular motions. Allen was calmed and made queasy by Lavi at times. "Lemme guess, you probably have a soft spot for Mario Kart, or Brothers Brawl, everyone likes Brothers Brawl. Even Ginny."
"I don't have red hair." Linali frowned, falling back to swap Lavi over the head with her clipboard, a habit developed initially during the summer, when the air conditioning always broke and the flies from the forest began hovering closer than detention slips to delinquents.
Allen ignored Lavi, and changed the subject. "So what is this initiation?"
"Nothing special." Lavi smiled. "But Yuu, y'oughtta get ready, gehl(3)?"
"Verpiss dich(4)."
Lavi stopped in his tracks and looked sallowly to the ground, "It hurts. Every time."
Kanda growled and turned out of sight. Allen's eyes lingered a tad longer on Kanda's form than Lavi's staged one, but shook it off the moment Linali sighed, relieved.
"We're here!" she smiled and held out her arm before the door. It was wide, wide enough it would have been comical had there actually been a door there. There wasn't however, although Allen did curiously notice the hooks on the side of the door and splinters of wood surrounding the frame.
But as his interest lay more in people and not architecture, his eyes were immediately turned to the man in the center of the room.
Allen froze, lips turning blue and complexion paling.
The room was a nice size, if you felt at home in small college dorms meant to house several people all smelling, breathing and smoking the same things, natural and unnatural they may be. Several people hovered around the television, some wearing white lab coats and other appeared to be some kind of security guards, with striped uniforms and what Allen thought must be some sort of weapon attached to their hips. One in particular caught his notice, a normal looking blonde young man holding a mug. HIs hands were shaking nearly violently and his eyes had large purple circles under them as though he hadn't slept in a long time. He was quite thin, and while it was nothing to be concerned about, it did not help Allen's impression of the man.
"Zombie?" he whispered.
"J-j-j-j-j-j-jerk." Said the blonde man, flicking his gaze from the TV to the young sprite, to the TV again. "H-h-helll-lo Li-Li-Li-Li--"
"Hello Bak, how's it going? You alright on coffee?" She smiled sweetly.
Allen wondered if the small red dots that began to surface on the face of the man were in his mind.
"I-I-I think I'm g-good for now, th-th-thhhhhanks." He smiled nervously and took a large gulp, staring back at the television, then blushing profusely.
"This here's Bak Chan, head of Useless Management." Lavi introduced.
"G-g-go blow a con-con-con--"
"--Tract?" Lavi censored with a smile.
"Sh-sh-sh-sh--"
"Sure is great to see you too, Bak." Lavi walked up, still taller than Allen, even as he slouched. He latched his arm around Allen's neck, dragging him along, and then pointed a finger casually from one to the other. "Bak, Allen here needs to fill out some paperwork. New guy, all that jazz."
"T-tell me something I d-don't know." Bak gave Allen a small smirk as he raised his coffee cup. "You got some skills kid."
Allen tensed. "Thanks."
"Okay, so he needs a FTW form, D8IDK with the red WTH and blue and green TTYL, and the LMAO processing form." Bak recited, hardly taking a moment to think.
"Right on it." Linali moved passed them to the desk in the corner of the cluttered room and got to work, bending this way and that, shuffling through papers with ease, and not even a paper cut to show for the work.
Lavi and Bak however, were engrossed in something entirely different. Although if Allen had to guess, the latter was forcing his attention for other reasons, if the red dots gave any indication.
"Is it me or is Little Foot totally gay for Pietre(5)?" Lavi tilted his hips and gave the television a speculative glare.
"What? Isn't Pietre the gay one?" Bak Chan asked between sips of his coffee. His hands were shaking badly, and if Allen had to guess, it was probably his 6 or 7th coffee of the morning.
"You'd think so but nah, he's so skittish he must be straight." Lavi tilted his weight to his other hip and folded his arms across his chest. His mouth puckered into a straight line.
"You have a point." Bak shrugged his shoulders, spilling a bit of his coffee. Ironically, he seemed too wired to have been able to pay attention to the cause of his now rather embarrassedly stained pants.
Lavi turned from the screen to the young man. "But speaking of dinosaurs, what ever happened to Gullah Gullah Island(6)? Wasn't it rated in the top four the year it quit?"
Bak scoffed into his coffee, causing it to spray a bit and shower over the sleeping scientist in front of him. "You asshole, Binyah Binyah is a polliwog, not a dinosaur."
"Why do you care so much?" Lavi asked, barely an eyebrow raised to remark his monotonic curiosity.
"Gullah Gullah Island is the epic of epic concerning Jamaican-American TV." the manager replied.
"Jamaican-American? Seriously? Those kids are totally creoles, they can't be darker than your latte foam."
"Once again, you have a point." Bak drained his coffee as Lavi turned his eyes back to the screen.
"Here here."
"Here." Linali dropped a significant amount of paperwork in Allen's unsuspecting hands, cheerful as any early bird. "These should be filled out as quick as you can manage--"
"All of this?! There's no way I can--!"
"Kanda's waiting." A warning flashed across her face as she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "You don't want to keep him waiting."
Allen sighed, slumping down on the arm of the couch, staring down at the paperwork with a face as long as the potential signature list.
"Well, let's not keep him waiting." Allen smiled weakly. "You have a pen on you?"
A/N: LOL, excuse me while Pin Needle kills me. XD But it's what she gets for terrorizing the wolves (she knows what I'm talkin' 'bout Oo;)
Okay, so I've gotten a review regarding the rating of this story. To be blunt:
I DO NOT WRITE PORN.
It's not even a matter of 'do I want to' it's 'I cannot write porn'. I would epically suck. This rating is for violence, psychological warfare, language and adult themes (meaning though there will be gay sex going on, I will not write out the lovely details). I prefer to think of myself as a tame Charlie Kaufman (chyasure). Or rather, more of a Bryan Fuller (ohmagawdiwish), with some Amy-Sherman Palladino mixed in (again, iwish).
So if you were looking for porn, I'm sorry, but I cannot deliver. I can recommend Amythyst Amore's Latent Heat (my thighs, they tingle) and anything written by KISproductions (Like I could ever measure up to her concerning this area. Mrs. Divva Pup is a Yoda, I assure you).
However, I hope that the majority of you will stick with me. I cannot tell you how much it means to me, the readers that read this not only for sex but for other reasons, such as: you actually think it's good. My heart swells, I won't lie. You make me all really happy. :) As for--
Cross: We'll hear why he wanted Allen gone so fast from his sight later. MUCH later....once I figure it out, basically. :D
Oh and IMPORTANT: I will not be updating at all between the 19th of May to the 2nd of July. I will be busy riding through this epic continent harder than a vaquero's prized horse. Or something. :D Wish me good luck, and to not get robbed. D:
Footnotes:
1. Red Coats: Term we Americans used against the British during that old Revolutionary War. Could've been worse. He could have called him a Lobster back. D:
2. Let's be friends gun: Totally took this from The Kids Next Door. That show tanked, but that one episode had me rolling on the floor.
3. 'Gehl': German dialect in the South. Korrekt Mann ja? XD
4. 'Verpiss dich': Let me note that I DO NOT approve of bad language, nor do I encourage it. I just think German swear words sound way superior to anything else in the world. They're so badass. :D Um, this is something to the equivalent of 'fuck off'. I learned it the hard way. D:
5. Pietre and Little Foot: From the movie, The Land Before Time. SPIKE. That's all.
6. Gullah Gullah Island: If you missed out on this show, you missed out on a most excellent childhood.