Hello! Shot Twenty One! This one is sort of happy and sad, It might become another fic on my spare time. This is what I like about Precious Moments. My ideas of yummeh Yullen stuff go into here! So, Enjoy Shot Twenty One!
Don't own DGM, no matter HOW much I want to.
-Ruu
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"Okaa-san, I'm going out!" a small boy yelled.
"Alright, but be back for supper!" His mother cried back.
"Yes Okaa-san!" he answered.
The boy opened the door and he jumped across the streets. The freshly fallen rain sparkled upon the cobblestones.
"Allen!" The boy cried as he saw his friend splashing in puddles in the street.
"Yu!" Allen brightened up immediately. "How's your father?" he asked.
"He's fine. Mother says he's healing." 'Yu' answered.
"That's great!" Allen smiled.
"So, what did Mana say you could do today?" Yu asked his best friend.
"He said I could do this!!" Allen exclaimed, jumping up high and splashing water all over Yu's feet.
"Hey!" the boy cried, as he joined in the puddle-jumping fight.
-*-*-*-
"So, what do you wanna do now?" Allen asked, his gray-sky eyes shining.
"I don't really know." Yu answered, sitting on the front steps of Allen's house. The two boys were wet after splashing around the puddles. Now the sun had dried the puddles up and the two were left with nothing to do.
"I guess we can play tag. You're it!" Allen shoved Yu's head, knocking him over. The younger of the two – by three years – giggled, and dashed off.
-*-*-*-
"Gotcha!" Yu barreled into Allen, knocking the boy to the ground. Allen grinned up at Kanda through his sky gray eyes and brown hair.
"Oh." Allen looked up at the sky, which was getting dark. "I'm supposed to be home by now…"
Yu looked up at the sky, and cursed – he was too young to do that but did his mother need to know? Nooo…
They heard a loud cry from the alley – they were in the city, after all.
"What was that?" Allen asked, frightened.
"I don't know." Yu said, taking up his sword – which he never left home without it – that was hidden in his coat.
Allen eyed the sword with suspicion. "Yu! You know you're not supposed to have swords. They hurt people!"
"Shh." Yu said, taking his place in front of Allen. "Stay behind me."
Allen trembled with fright as they approached where the cry came from. "Y-Y-Yu, I think we should just leave… I'm scared…"
"Come on, let's just see." Yu said, walking forward as if he belonged.
Allen whimpered but followed.
They rounded the corner, and Allen screamed.
There was a body on the ground. The body was pale, and its eyes were wide open. Red drops dripped out of two puncture wounds on his neck.
Allen gaped, immediately holding one of his long coat sleeves to his nose. "It burns, Yu." He whispered, scared.
"No it doesn't, Allen." Yu comforted, and then looked at the body.
He hissed as something moved across from his vision, and then Allen's muffled cry.
Whirling around, he found a dark tanned man holding Allen in front of him, his bloodstained hands wrapped around the boy's wrist, and one around the boy's cheek, stroking it.
"I was looking for a snack." The man's well-oiled voice said, "I didn't mean to attract unwanted attention. Especially of one of those children." He stroked Allen's cheek, as the boy squirmed in discomfort. "Who knows? Some people tell me that children are quite tasty."
Yu watched in horror as the man lifted Allen by the hand, so that he was dangling in the air. His mouth opened, and Kanda saw fangs – like those of the storybooks his mother often read him – and it plunged into Allen's neck.
The young boy screamed in pain.
Yu unsheathed his sword, and swung it out in a wide arc in front of the monster. It shrieked, dropping its prey and fled. Allen kneeled on his knees and hands, one of them – the left – clapped the wound in his neck.
"Mana…" Allen whispered like a prayer, "Mana, Mana, Mana…"
"Shh, Allen," Yu soothed, "It's okay. Allen, you're alright."
He edged the hand away from the neck, and gaped.
Yu watched as blue-black blood dripped out of his friend's neck. Allen closed his eyes and shivered.
"He's after Mana." He whispered. He grasped Yu's arm in a vice like grip that brought tears to the boy's eyes. "We have to save Mana!"
"How…"
"I heard his thoughts. He's after Mana! We have to save Mana!" Allen cried urgently.
"Where is he?" Yu asked.
"Waiting for me." Allen said, "He's in our house. We don't have much time! Please!" Allen begged, as Yu stared in shock.
"Get on my back." He commanded, and Allen clambered on. "Let's go." He said, and took off at a run.
-*-*-*-
When they arrived at Allen's house, Allen screamed in dismay.
The house was burning, great tongues of flame licking the walls, the crumbling blocks of stone falling off and smashing against the ground.
"Mana!" Allen screamed, reaching out towards the house.
"He's not there." A gruff voice said, and the two friends looked up.
A man dressed in black and gold was behind them, wielding a large gun in which he had slung over his shoulder. "Anyone in there is long gone."
Allen glared silver daggers at the man, and he looked at Allen with an amazed expression.
And then Allen saw the deep hole of the gun.
"What're you doing?" Yu snapped, pushing the younger boy behind him.
"Get out of the way." The gruff voice snapped, "The boy's a killer."
Yu looked at his friend with a pained expression, while Allen looked forlornly towards the burning house. "Mana…" He whispered.
And then Allen was swinging in the air by his shirt collar. "You're coming with me." The gruff man said, and he swung the young boy over his shoulder.
"Allen!" Yu exclaimed, as the young boy stretched his hand towards Yu, his eyes tearing up.
"Yu! Yu! Yu!" Allen screamed, but Yu stood there, stupefied by the fact that the man called Allen, his best friend, a killer.
"Allen!!!!" Yu screamed out to the night.
-*-*-*-
Almost half a millennium had past, and an eighteen year old man walked through the urban streets of England.
He cursed as a car sped by, splashing dirty water all over him.
He thought upon the last five hundred years, and remembered when his life had stopped completely. That witch who had made him into an immortal vampire.
A figure bumped into him, and the figure looked up, and the man's breath stopped.
"…Yu?" A well-cultured British voice asked, as the man stared.
"….Allen?"
-*-*-*-
Kiddie! Yullen and Vampires, so nice, hm?
Oh and the gruff man is Cross Marian btw.