An Unusual Circumstance
By: Chubby-King-Chocobo
Warning: Run-on sentences, grammar that would make any self respecting writer cringe, potential violence and gore, language—a lot of language, and I forgot to add this the first time, slight Yullen.
Sorry, I like my stubborn boys together, though I am more of an Allen/Kanda fan. In this story, it won't develop into much of anything.
Allen Walker considered himself a very patient and tolerant young man, exceptionally kind and courteous, especially for someone his age. He did not hold this notion to brag or to say that he was better than anyone else, it was just what he was: a gentleman. But sitting there in an uncomfortable metal chair for the past two hours, repeating the same story over and over again to the bull-headed police officer was really testing his upbringing.
Well, his mid-childhood upbringing.
The said police officer was the rudest man he has ever had the discourtesy of meeting. He wouldn't have minded so much if the long, black haired officer only had a foul mouth, Allen, currently being in the care of Master Cross, was almost immune to a sailor's speech. But alas, it was not so. Officer Kanda, within the first five minutes of their meeting had a repertoire of names to call Allen, and explicitly let him know so within that time frame. Needless to say, none of them were the least bit flattering. Unfortunately for Officer Bakanda, the fifteen years old wasn't about to just sit and take it.
Allen found little ways to fight back: smiling a little wider whenever their eyes met, speaking in a lighter tone, just little things to let the nearly feminine looking brute know that he wasn't going to let himself be bullied so easily. But only small things, he was trying to get himself out of trouble, not deeper in it. Calling the officer 'Bakanda,' however, was a miscalculated slip. He and the officer did a brilliant job of riling each other up, though on hindsight, there was no reason for it. It was just that one condescending look from the older man and Allen's usually unwavering composure would plummet to near nonexistent levels. He didn't understand it and thinking about it made his head hurt.
Allen let out a sigh, grateful that no one else was in the room to hear it. The more agreeable red-haired officer came in and took Office Kanda away two minutes ago and he sincerely was thankful for it. They really were about to maul each other—which made Allen wonder what kind of respectable adult would get into a serious fight with a teenager. Then again, how respectable can a guy with that kind of a personality be?
The sitting boy continued to listen for sounds of the two officers returning. He couldn't hear anything going on beyond the door and he could feel his mind starting to wander out of boredom when he really should be thinking of a way to get out of this mess. The boy had a renegade Akuma to hunt down after all and sitting here doing nothing wasn't doing anyone any favors.
If only that good for nothing Master of his would have just picked up his phone when he made his one call, he could have gotten out of this ridiculous situation. Likewise, if that obstinate, bullheaded, arrogant police officer would just believe him, he could be out doing his job, and likewise, if Allen wasn't stupid and just ran when he saw those police lights coming—
For the life of him, why didn't Allen just run when he saw those police lights? Yes he was distracted by the dead body, naively hoping the possessed man was still somehow alive—despite the fact that an Akuma burst from his stomach moments before—or at the very least his soul was still salvageable. But by the time it became clear to him that both were long since gone, the two police officers had already gotten out of their vehicle, guns out, and shouting commands. He still could have ran. Allen had more faith in his legs than the accuracy of a gun with a moving target, but instead Allen turned around. And froze on the spot. All because he saw Officer Kanda. Of all the stupid things.
Maybe it was the flow of his long, ebony hair, the way the fringes framed his elegant, handsome face, or maybe it was the regal way that the man held himself, confident, authoritative, walking towards him with a powerful gait and sharp eyes that made him feel like a rabbit in a hunt—either way, by the time Allen noticed he was staring, there was metal cuffs around his wrists and his rights were being read. At that point all Allen could do was smile, comply, and keep eyes from straying to the officer too much.
Allen groaned and put his head none too gently on the table. That was probably the stupidest moments of his life. No, he would not deny that Bakanda was an attractive individual—at least until he opens his mouth, but honestly, he had no one to blame but himself for this predicament. And it was mortifying. Really, his only consolation was that Timcampy, who had been out there with him, hadn't been noticed and was likely to be on its way to finding him—or Master Cross, depending on which task the little AI droid computed was the most logical course of action. Allen had very little faith that it would choose Cross.
Allen lifted and dropped his head on the table a few more times, cursing his luck, his master, and his teenage hormones. Allen could understand the officer's reluctance to believe him. From a normal civilian, or in this case civil worker's, stand point, Allen, who was found with a dead body, drenched in that said dead body's blood, looked very suspicious…especially if said civil worker didn't believe in Akuma. But that was hardly an excuse for his very unfriendly attitude.
"Such a waste…" he said out loud, voice muffled by the table. Allen stayed that way for a few more seconds, face squarely planted on the table, not really breathing, not really thinking, and not really feeling the dull throbbing of his forehead.
"Tim, find me soon." Allen moaned pathetically to the table.
There was a loud clatter of the heavy door's handle, and Allen took that as his cue. The boy quickly shot up, put his cuffed hands neatly on the table, and slapped his best 'winning' smile on his face. It was show time.
"Officer Kanda, Lavi, that was a short discussion." He greeted pleasantly as the two walked into the room with newly acquired paper in hand.
"Che,"
"Yeah well, there were a lot of holes in our topic that I was hoping you'd be able to fill in for us."
Allen was surprised when Kanda didn't immediately take the seat, opting instead to leaning on the adjacent wall while Officer Lavi sat down across from him instead. In his head, the boy groaned. He really didn't need a second rendition of 'let's interrogate and not believe the strange looking boy'. Allen tried not to let the hardness show on his face as he mentally took a deep breath and faced Officer Bookman Jr.
The one-eyed man had leaned forward in an easy going pose, a friendly smile on his lips and an open look in his one good eye. Allen had thought so before, but seeing the two officers again in the same room made him reaffirm: If Kanda impeccably played the role of 'bad cop,' Officer Lavi most certainly did a fine job of playing the 'good cop'. "What else is it that you need to ask me? I have already told you what happened and your partner twenty times more. "
Lavi grinned while Allen tried to ignore how the other rolled his eyes. "I was hoping you'd tell me more about Suman Dark."
"Who's Suman Dark?"
"It's the name of the deceased. You didn't know?"
Allen felt another tick coming on, he knew what the Officer was trying to do, and he did not appreciating it. "No. I didn't" He stated firmly.
"Ah, of course you didn't know!" the redhead amended with the same grin. "You said that tonight was the first time you met him right? Why were you following him again?"
Here we go again, Allen thought. "I told you, I am an exorcists (in training). I was walking around when I noticed a man possessed by an Akuma and trailed him to exorcize him." If they were trying to get him to deviate from his original story, they got another thing coming. It was the truth after all.
"By exorcize you mean puncture a huge hole in him, right?" came a deadpan voice from his right. Allen snapped his head towards Kanda, his smile dropping completely and a rage building in its place.
"No! That was the work of an Akuma!" How dare he even suggest-!
"Stop giving us that bull shit and just tell us how you did it."
"I didn't! When I tried to exorcize him the Akuma burst out of his body and escaped!" Allen was ready to leap out of his chair and strangle that-
"You can't expect me to—"
-infuriating son of a sow when Officer Lavi jumped in again.
"Hey, hey, calm down you two! Come on, Yuu—" he said with his plastered grin,
"Don't call me that."
"—let's give the Bean Sprout the benefit of a doubt."
"My name's Allen. And what I've been saying is the truth!" The fifteen years old was really reaching the end of his patience. Having dealt with this from Officer Bakanda, and now Lavi was beginning to get too much. At least the rabbit officer was willing to humor him to some extent.
"You'll have to excuse us for not believing you right away, Be-Allen." Yes, Officer Lavi was a vast improvement from Bakanda, but if he hadn't corrected himself, Allen would have punched him. "Suddenly telling us that demons exist and that a munchkin like you is an exorcist is a bit hard to swallow." Never mind, Allen was still going to punch him. "That being said, your story matches what we've found so far, so we can't say for sure that you're lying either."
The white haired youth looked wide eyed at Lavi. "So, you'll believe me?"
"I am willing to try," The officer shrugged with wary grin, "Well at least more than, Yuu. I am a man of logic but that doesn't change the fact that I have nothing to discredit you with."
Allen nodded in understanding, thankful that at least one of the two was willing to try, no matter how tentative it was. Once again, Allen ignored the others scoffing and muttering about 'gullible rabbits' and 'logical my ass'.
"But there's one more question I have for you." The elder officer started again. His grin dropping into probably the most serious expression Allen had seen on the Officer's face all night. "Suman Dark has been dead for five days. How is it that he was still walking around?"
It wasn't the question Allen had been expecting. Sure he knew the possessed was dead, after quickly looking over him, but Allen hadn't known for how long. The boy lowered his eyes to his hands. Five days…how pitiable. Allen silently prayed that his soul had not suffered that long and met a swifter, less cruel end. Deep down, Allen doubted it.
"This Akuma is a higher level than most. Most Akuma's can only possess a person by attaching themselves to a living human's soul by fulfilling a contract, slowly corrupting and eating away at it until the human dies…" Allen trailed off. He never much liked talking about it. "Afterword, the Akuma usually leaves the body and finds another victim. Stronger Akuma with corporal bodies however can take residency in the body after the contract has been fulfilled, even after the host has died and the soul eaten. They can choose to remain in their host and control the body as they please. That is what probably happened in Suman Dark's case."
The room was silent after Allen had finished. He could feel the hot gaze of the two officers but he didn't dare look up from his deformed left hand. The reason why he became an exorcist...
Looking down, Allen didn't see the two officers share a glance, Kanda with a raised eyebrow and Lavi with lopsided smile. "I see. If that's the case than it explains how Suman appeared here. For now I guess we have no choice but to believe you," Officer Lavi said.
Allen perked up. "Does this mean I can leave?"
"Pfft, hell no!" Officer Kanda answered, speaking directly to him, the first time since the man came back in. "We still have a lot of unanswered questions regarding the case and you're our only lead Bean Sprout. What would we do if you ran away?" Did Allen ever mention how much he wanted to knock the Asian man's block off? "Besides, it's not like you have anyone who can come for your bail." Allen didn't know which stung more, the outright rejection of freedom, or the truth behind Kanda's words.
….curse you master.
Lavi gave a loud, prolonged yawn and flipped open his mobile phone. His eye met Kanda's and gave a nod. Too busy cursing his master in his head, Allen didn't notice Officer Kanda beside him, until he felt a strong hand lifting him by the arm. "It's really late—or should I say really early." Lavi began as Allen complied to stand. "For now we'll have you spend the night here and we'll talk to you again in the morning, Bean Sprout."
"My name is Allen." The teen clarified, his mind quickly getting back to the situation at hand. " ….I don't suppose it's too late to call for a lawyer?"
Lavi laughed as Kanda manhandled him out the door.
"Ask for one in the morning, Bean Sprout."
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Placed in a typical bed, sink, and what appears to be a desk, prison cell, Allen had to admit, it was a lot more sterile than what he had anticipated. That and he had spent nights in worse places. Though the amenities weren't bad and the bed, sadly, more comfortable than the one he used at 'home', All en would have greatly preferred not to have to spend a night in prison—though at the rate this was going, 'a night' could easily turn purl.
Not bothering to resist the tides of events, Allen just laid on the bed. There was no point in struggling, and he wasn't serious about the lawyer. The involvement of one would just makes things more complicated, especially if he or she didn't believe that the Devil indeed walks the earth. It was kind of sad how many nonbelievers there were in this day and age, but like before, Allen couldn't really blame them. He wasn't a fan of God himself, and he didn't believe in shoving his own belief down other people's throats. All Allen wanted was to protect innocent people from getting hurt, and it just so happens that Allen had a 'gift' to do that. Allen turned his head to his bloody left hand, and then turned his head back to the concrete ceiling.
It had been a long day: Waking up for school, dealing with school, getting an order to find and dispose of a potential Akuma, searching all evening and night for said Akuma, finding said Akuma only for it to get away, getting arrested, finding out in the most inopportune time his hormones indeed to exist—yep, he had a very long day.
Hearing light clinking sound of metal scraping against metal, and looking towards the hallway to see a familiar winged ball of gold, Allen dropped his head back on the pillow and briefly closed his eyes.
He felt a little bad for the two officers but the night was far from over.
A/N: Sorry this took so long….i got distracted by shojo manga (|||orz) this is not a common occurrence I swear. I don't make a habit of reading them (other than Skip Beat), but every now and then it's a breath of fresh air—that can also be very frustrating. ADJNAJGNA/KLNFGAKLS—WHY CHILD, WHY? Anyway….
Much love to Hanashi o suru, isthisparadice, Moonpuzzle, Shizaki Kuro, and Yumi x L Lawliet. I am really happy that you guys liked the first chapter and hope you enjoy this second one as well. It's not as amusing but I intend to finish this three shot.
To Moonpuzzle: I….I have to confess…I've never watched X-files. qAq !