His mind was filled with one thing - Kanda. Kanda, Kanda, Kanda. Would he ever see the raven haired teen again? Or would…no. He couldn't think that way. Kanda was alive. He had to be.
Slowly, he picked himself off the ground, ignoring the many looks of confusion he was receiving from the other guests. He was scraped up, his dress was ripped and his shoes scratched, but who needed those damn heels anyways? If hadn't been for them, he might've reached Kanda in time. Watching him getting handled so violently…it was just about the strangest thing he'd ever experienced and he'd seen some awfully strange things. It's just that…Kanda was strong. If a person like that could get drugged so easily, what was the chance of survival for the rest of the people? He didn't even want to know.
"Oi! Alle-Alice!" He heard Lavi closing in from behind, but he didn't want to speak right now. He really liked Lavi, but he couldn't take it right now. He just wanted Kanda. It's funny how a person never knows their true fortune until they lose it. But he was going to get it back.
The sole thought of reaching Kanda occupied his mind as he began running forwards again, tossing his shoes aside. Nothing else mattered, it truly didn't. Not the rabbit chasing him, or the bartender calling out, or the suspicious eyes of the park rangers.
No, they weren't important at all.
He hadn't known Kanda for long, but they'd been through a lot together. Through crazy principles, crazy nights on the town, forbidden secrets and all. He wasn't going to let that baKanda get away so easily.
With his newly rejuvenated ambition, he flew forwards, the black wig flowing behind him. He listened to the sound of his bare feet padding across the cement, and pushed himself to go faster. If only he hadn't lost sight of Kanda. After regaining his balance from tripping, he'd looked up to find them gone with hardly a trace. The only sign being a slick black car with a funny red star looking thing on the license plate. It matched the one on his face perfectly…
He shook his head. That was irrelevant. He needed to concentrate if he wanted to find the Japanese teen. The sky was darkening, and the wind nipped at his bare arms, so now was an important time as ever to focus. If he got beat up or drugged he'd be of no use to Kanda, and right now, he couldn't think of anything worse than that. He was playing the hero in a dress, and he was not going to mess the role up.
He wondered…if this was how Kanda felt when he'd passed out from the unknown cause - worried sick, and willing to do anything to revive him. That was probably wishful thinking though. Kanda didn't seem to be a person capable of love. He was stoic and fairly closed up. He realized now, that he hardly knew anything about the teen besides the fact that he was known for his sword-wielding skills practically worldwide.
Once again, he shook his head, trying to dismiss himself of any other thoughts. He could talk to Kanda about that later. They'd have plenty of time at school after all.
He glanced up at the sky, and cursed as he noticed that night had set. This probably wasn't the best outfit to be running around New York City in during the night…but he'd have to dismiss that for now.
As he entered a more shady area, he began to watch his step. The glass shards and cigarette butts stuck up as obstacles for his naked feet, but he refused to slow down.
Skidding around a corner, he ignored the comments of a funny looking homeless man. Comments about having "ugly clothes" really just weren't appreciated from guys with inch long fingernails, shaggy beards and potato sacks for clothing.
Turning the next corner, he saw it.
The first signs of Kanda.
The black car sat abandoned at the end of the street, and blood streaked the area around it. Refusing to accept defeat, Allen surged forwards to examine it. The car itself was in perfect shape, but the blood worried him.
Suddenly, he could hear footsteps approaching. The shoes made a loud, resounding noise, perhaps this was that man? He hid behind a trash can and poked his head out to watch the approaching man. He was dressed identically to Kanda's assaulter, but their faces were slightly different. Though, it was possible the two were associated with each other. With that, he began to follow the man further and further into the alley.
By now, the sky was nearly black, and the only light was the dim yellow street lamps. The air was colder than ever and he'd never wished for a jacket more, but with his target so close there was no way he'd give up.
Not for anything.
He gazed over at the man he was following and slammed to a stop upon realizing he'd halted. Squinting his eyes, he tried to make out the scene in front of him. It seemed that the men were…talking.
"Looks like you got yourself a nice one!" Allen heard the man say. It was all he needed though, to jump to a conclusion.
Lunging out of his hiding spot, he charged head on towards the men. "What did you do with him?!"
In perfect synchronization, the men turned their heads to the sudden yell and together, their eyes widened then relaxed once again. After all, it was just a little girl attacking them.
"Come to have a little fun, girly?" Kanda's assaulter asked with a smile stretched across his face. Allen noticed the grime over his shirt and began to fear for Kanda's safety. There were red blotches which he assumed to be blood, and nail marks that probably represented Kanda's resistance.
"I've come to pick up a friend of mine." Allen replied, clearing his mind of his ill-thoughts.
"Ah, you must mean the pretty boy. He was quite the catch, you know." The other man answered. "What do you have to give us in return for him?" He continued to ask, throwing a body in front of him.
That's when his denial failed him. This really was happening, and not all the denial in the entire fucking world could stop it.
The mangled body in front of him was Kanda – of that he was sure.
"You really think he's okay?" Lavi asked as Tyki handed him a drink.
"Absolutely. Kanda can handle himself." Tyki replied, with a smile.
"He was drugged, Tyki! You really think he's okay? How do we know if he was injured, or raped or-or-or killed?!" Lavi asked, gulping down the grotesquely red drink from Tyki.
"He'll be fine." Tyki replied, smirking as he leaned his face towards Lavi's. "Need a ride home?"
"Huh? Oh…yeah, sure." Lavi replied, forgetting his previous worries. "Why is it so hot?" He asked, suddenly feeling the need to fan himself with his hand.
"It's just you, darling. Now let's go." Tyki answered, smirk widening as he pulled Lavi to his car. He held the door for the rabbit, and then proceeded into the driver's seat.
"Where're we goin?" Lavi slurred, feeling slightly dizzy. What the hell had been in that drink?
Tyki looked over at him, a sadistic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're coming home with me."
"Cool." Lavi replied, unable to concentrate.
"I look forwards to this as well." Tyki laughed. "It's going to be fun." His face turned serious, and he added as Lavi slouched into darkness, "If only you knew, Lavi Bookman, if only you knew."
His voice caught in his throat, and his body and mind froze. This was happening. Kanda was…Kanda was…that corpse of a body in front of him.
"What did you do to him?" He asked, knees falling to the ground. He ignored the pain, and stared straight at the closed eyes of the body. Upon receiving no answer from the two of them, he looked up at them and repeated louder, "What did you do to him?!" He could feel the anger slipping through him, the feeling inside; it was about to burst. He could no longer contain himself. These goddamn murderers deserved nothing short of death.
"Whatcha gonna do? You're just one little girl against two grown men. Do you really think you stand a chance?!"
"I do." Allen replied, standing up. The uncertainty had vanished completely from his eyes, and he stood straight. He looked them in the eyes, "Now's your last chance. Run while you still can!" He warned, fighting stance assumed.
"As if!" They hollered in unison, cackling with laughter and jumping towards Allen, attacking him from both sides and closing in rapidly both with fists raised.
"I rather hoped you'd say that." Allen smirked.
He stood his ground until the very last moment, refusing to move. A split second before the punches would've landed he ducked then kicked up, sending one of the men soaring. Wiping off the grime from the ground and straightening his dress and wig, he turned to face his other opponent.
"You think you're so great, don't you?" The man said, panic lacing his words. "Well you'll be dead in the end! The Millennium Earl will make sure of it!"
"Don't say that name!" Allen yelled, jolting forwards and pinning the man against the wall, his hand gripping the man neck shakily. "DON'T SAY IT!" Allen screamed, reaching up to rip the wig off his head and smear of the makeup.
"Y-You…" The man stuttered, staring in awe at the teen. "Y-you're…"
"Yes! I'm Allen fucking Walker." He answered, practically spitting the words out. "Deliver this message for me too, would you?" He smirked. "I won't ever, ever return to that hellhole, got it? Not ever!" Allen screeched, throwing a punch into the man's face.
Looking down at the man, he reached into the jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it carefully so as not to spill the contents, he pulled out the man's ID. Scanning it for anything suspicious, he tucked it into the small pocket in his dress. Leaning in once more, he checked the pulse of the man. The pulse was small, but it was there. Heaving out a sigh he felt the guilt rushing back. He hated his poor control. Whenever his emotions got out of control, this happened. He went 'black' as his mater called it. Natural fears, feelings, and limitations left him, dominated by a single emotion. In this case, anger. Anger for…oh god! Kanda…
He spun around to the corpse on the ground, and felt the rage begin to melt away. Gradually, he removed himself from the ground and squatted down by his companion. Outstretching a trembling arm, he caressed Kanda's bloodied face, using his thumb to gently rub the blood from his cheek.
"I-It's going to be alright now K-Kanda. It's going to be fine!" He cried, embracing the now fragile body in his arms, ignoring the blood splatters. Tears streamed down his face and onto Kanda's torn back, but they kept coming. Those words, they had been for himself; not for Kanda. For all he knew, he wasn't even listening. In fact, the heartbeat was so faint he could barely feel it even in such close quarters. "Y-you'll be fine." He choked out, sobbing still. "I'll call Lavi." He concluded, reaching into his pocket and drawing his small golden phone. His fingers wobbled on the keyboard, but eventually he managed to get the number in. As it began to ring, he placed it softly against his ear, the other arm still around the broken samurai.
One ring
Two rings
Three rings Where the hell was Lavi?
Four rin- "Why hello there, shounen." Allen dropped the phone. Why did…why was that man answering Lavi's phone?
"T-Tyki?" He asked, trying to mask the fear from his voice without much luck.
"Why yes," Tyki answered, with such a tone that Allen could practically hear the smirk. "Miss us much?"
Taking in a deep breath, Allen calmed himself. Setting down Kanda against the wall, he stood up and spoke into the phone, "What did you do to Lavi?" Tyki laughed on the other end.
"Absolutely nothing, shounen, I'm hurt. You really think I'd do something to a friend?"
"You're friends with him?" Allen asked, struggling to keep his voice neutral.
"For five years, yes, as of about a month from now."
"I see. I take it he's bait?"
"What a cruel interpretation! Think of it more like a small sacrifice on the way to greatness."
"You're trying my patience, Mikk." Allen replied, gritting his teeth. He could not explode. That was what the man wanted after all.
"Three days."
"What?"
"Three days from now, I'll return him. By then, I expect your decision. And for your sake," Tyki paused, "I sure hope it's a good one." The line died.
"Wait, you bastard!" Allen yelled, stamping the redial button and furiously slamming it against his ear.
No one answered.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Allen plopped down next to Kanda on the wall. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He didn't think the school would really smile upon his bringing in a bloodied body, not to mention the fact that they were supposed to be girls! The only option left then was a temporary shelter…a hotel. The question now was if he had any money.
"Got it!" He exclaimed in excitement, realizing that he had his phone with him. Removing the protective case, and then battery cover, he withdrew a small card. His emergency money card! He was pretty sure there was at least a few thousand dollars on it, so that would definitely cover a few days in a hotel. The only problem now was their appearances…he was pretty sure a five star hotel wouldn't let them in with these bloody rags for clothes. That could be solved fairly easily though, as they were in New York City so he supposed it wouldn't be that hard to buy new clothes.
He dragged himself to his feet, re-placed the wig on his head, fixed the concealer and left to find a suitable clothing store hoping that they at least would let him in.
His body was on fire, yet everything felt numb. His connection to life was slowly fading and all he could do was watch. Helplessly, hopelessly, and faithlessly. He cursed over and over to himself. He was supposed to be strong, dammit! He was Kanda Yuu for Christ's sake, the fucking samurai! The samurai taken down by a random man at a party with a needle. Real heroic.
"Had enough, pretty boy?" Then man asked, pinning him against the wall. His limbs weren't working, but then again, nothing was. Even if he did want to respond to that, he'd lost the capability. "Guess not." The man smirked, attacking his face with his teeth and tongue. He could feel the sharp sensation of them scraping his face, of that slimy, sour tongue invading his mouth, but he was unable to do anything.
"Ngh!" Kanda sounded, as the man's hands began to trace his body roughly.
"Found your voice?" The man asked, biting his neck.
"L-Let go!" Kanda struggled to get the words out. He could feel sweat forming over his face from the concentration, but it was something that needed to be kept.
"You really gonna fight me?" The man asked, laughing.
"I will!" He yelled back, lifting his arm and scratching the man in the face. While his assaulter recovered, he kneed him in the stomach, forcing his legs to move. He had to get away…no matter what. Who knows what was going on at that party now! Moyashi…he couldn't handle it if something happened to him. No matter how much it bothered him that he was so dependent on that sprout, he needed him. There really wasn't any way around it. He hadn't realized it until they were separated, but he saw it now. Something seemed to connect him to that boy…It didn't matter now though. He needed to focus on escaping-
"Where do you think you're going?" He felt a sharp jab in his lower back, as his body crumpled to the ground. He couldn't help but feel like a failure as he fell. It was disgraceful to be taken down so easily…
Rushing back in a brand new black dress, Allen hoped that nothing bad had happened. Turning the corner into the alley, he let out a huge sigh upon seeing his friend still slouched up on the wall. He ran forwards, careful not to dirty his clothes, and set down the bag for Kanda. Grimacing, he began to remove the shirt. He wedged it off, and felt a wave of relief drown him upon seeing that there were no serious external cuts. Using a wipe from the back, next, he proceeded to wash the blood from his skin. The beautiful milky skin remained true in most areas, but he could see some definite bruises beginning to form.
Once Kanda's chest had been mostly cleaned of the crimson substance, he slid the teen's arms through the shirt, pulling it down halfway. Now for the next step, the pants. Gulping, he tackled the task of scraping the leather jeans off his friend. As he reached for the zipper, however, he noticed that it was already undone. He decided to ignore it. Instead, he began to pull them down, careful to keep the boxers up.
After another few minutes of relentless tugging, they were off. Then, for a moment, all he could do was stare. Those beautiful, long legs were scarred and bruised with scratch marks covering the surface. What had that man done to him?! He could feel tears building up in his eyes, but held them back. This needed to be done. He needed to get Kanda into a shelter as soon as posible.
Holding his breath, he began to lightly wipe them down, keeping in mind that it didn't have to be perfect. Once he found a hotel, he could give him a proper bath. He just hoped that would be soon enough. Kanda looked frail enough right now, so how much longer could he take it? Perhaps another few hours without treatment given it was Kanda. Allen was fairly sure that any other person would've already died. But there was no way he could take him to a hospital…
"Hang in there, Kanda." He whispered, silent tears streaming from his face as he finished cleaning the Samurai's legs. Sure, he was an idol, but that didn't mean he was a doll. He let out a sad laugh thinking about what his fans would think of him if they saw him now. He was fairly sure that at least half would walk away in disgust. It didn't particularly bother him, though. The only reason he sang in front of people at all was because Cross had practically forced him into the position. No, he didn't care. In fact, a little part of him realized that he didn't like performing at all. Whenever he was on the stage he felt uncomfortable. There was so many people screaming, cheering, and squeeling. He felt pressured to be unattainably perfect, in appearance, voice, and musically. Not one of his fans really cared about him. They cared about his looks, a select few perhaps his actual musical talents, but none cared for him as an individual, a person. Was he even human? He wondered sometimes. He didn't feel any sense of belonging on this planet whatsoever. His features, snow white hair, red scar, and mutilated arm, none of them had a place in this world. He was a freak.
"I'm s-so sorry, Kanda!" He cried, the sobs racking his entire body. He felt like such a failure as a friend, a supposed hero, and as a human in general. He couldn't do anything right. "This is my fault." He stated, tears still flowing from his reddened eyes. "If only I hadn't…K-Kanda?" He asked, leaning down to feel the other's pulse. "Kanda? Kanda?!" He screamed, feeling nothing. "NO! KANDA! KANDA, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" He shrieked hysterically. This was a dream, a nightmare formed by Hades himself. There was no way this was happening. He gaped at the scene in front of him, eyes unbelieving. Kanda's chest wasn't moving at all. What could he do? He racked his brain, searching for any help of any sort, sifting through piles and piles of information.
CPR! He'd been taught it breifly before. Snapping out of his daze, he glanced at the beautiful face of the Japanese teen. Then, he tilted Kanda's jaw up with his hand, the other moving him into his lap, and bent down to capture the lifeless lips.
He breathed in and out, keeping the pace steady before breaking away to place his hands on the other's chest. Moving into a straddling position, he hovered over the unconcious body and began to pump with both his hands. His movements were jerky, and far from graceful, but if it had any chance of saving Kanda's life, that hardly mattered. Leaning down once more to meet the Samurai's lips, he desperately breathed into him.
Nothing happened.
He tried again, repeating the process over and over again, but the outcome refused to change. Kanda's pulse remained non-existent.
He collapsed next to the body of his friend, feeling completely numb. What was he to do now?
"I…Kanda…I…I'm…" The words caught in his throat and refused to budge. The tears had long since stopped coming. "I love…I loved you." He murmered, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his dead love. If only he'd realized sooner, if only-
He froze. He had felt something just now… A reaction, a slight movement underneath him.
Sure enough, Kanda's hand was twitching. Wasting no time to check his pulse, he jabbed his hand down, eyes widening in incredulity as he registered a beat. Life.
There was hope yet.
Hurridly, he slipped the loose pants he bought over the legs of the dying teen, and scooped him up bridal style. He put the bag on his arm and began to run out of the alleyway. He needed to find a hotel, now. He picked up his pace, not paying any attention to the complaints of his legs.
"Hang in there, Kanda. We're almost there." He muttered, sure that Kanda was listening.
His eyes darted around the lit up streets as he avoided pedestrians and cars alike. He pushed past their stares, and eventually they were nothing more than obstacles. Obstacles preventing him from finding a fucking hotel. He continued scanning, trying to find a suitable hotel that would provide the accomadations he needed.
After what felt like a life time, he recognized a sign. It was actually a hotel owned by his recording studio, named Innocent Accomadations. This place was perfect.
Using his last bit of energy, he sprinted to the door, and intook a deep breeth as he took a step through the sliding doors.
"Hello, and welcome to Innocent Accomadations. How may I be of service?" A lady dressed in a trendy black suit asked.
"I need a room for two, please." She looked down at him, seeing a small, young girl holding a dead looking man.
"Are you lost?" She asked, a worried expression pulling at her face.
"No, please I need a room for two. Preferably a king fireplace suite(1)."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you have enough money?" He handed her the credit card, stamping his foot impatiently. "Alright, wait just a minute. I'll have someone take you up to your room."
"Fine, thank you." He replied. "As quickly as possible please."
"Is that so? Well, then I can escort you. Maria!" She said, looking over at the other lady at the front desk. "Take care of business while I'm gone, okay?" She grabbed a small card key off her desk and began at a brisk pace out of the lobby and towards the elevator.
She set the floor number to 13, and then stepped back. The ride up was silent, and neither bothered to break it. Instead, they listened to the not-so-soothing jazz elevator music. Finally, the doors opened and Allen followed her down the halls, completely oblivious to his surroundings. He had the energy only to focus on one thing: making it to the room.
"Here we are, madame." The lady said, stopping infront of a door, and sliding through the key to hold the door open. "Please eny your stay, and be sure to let us know if you need anything." She curtsied and then was gone, leaving Allen alone with Kanda and his fears.
"We're here Kanda." He said, trying to sound happy. "We made it."
But he only felt remorse.
Remorse for failing to help Lavi, for not saving Kanda in time, and for just fucking existing. Why was he put on this earth if all he ever did was fail?
Maybe he just just needed sleep. He walked through the room, towards the large king bed and placed Kanda gently down. Sleep actually sounded really nice right about now. Careful not to crush the broken teen, he lifted the covers and tucked him under, following soon after. Snuggling closer to the other teen, he sighed in content.
"Goodnight, Kanda." He latched himself onto Kanda's arm and buried his face into the long raven locks. He couldn't think of a better position. "Sweet dreams…" He whispered, beginning to nod off. He was really tired. Too much running… Yeah, that was it. It'll be better in the morning…He thought, as he dozed off against the samurai.
1. I guess it's like a super decked out suit with a fireplace…? Unique to Innocent Accomadations XD
Hey everyone, I'm back ^^ I felt bad about leaving the huge cliffie last chapter, so I got off my lazy butt and typed this out X3 I'm slightly depressed by the plot, and I changed the genre from humor to drama…there will be more comedy, but I felt that this chapter just couldn't be counted as humor…at all =.= So…I hope you all enjoyed it, and pleeeeaaaase leave me a review! After all, I typed this super nice, long chapter just for you guys XDD
Thanks for reading!
-pathless
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