Hi all. It's me, your antsy author (I've never thought of myself as an author. This is strange.) I know I just put up the first chapter but… I already started this one so I figured I might as well try. If I fall, I'll fall hard!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own -man. Nope! That wonderful creation belongs to Katsura Hoshino!
It was raining.
'Great,' Allen thought, 'I don't have an umbrella so I'll probably end up getting sick and master will find and sell my dead body for alcohol.' It seemed dark, even to Allen, but Cross would probably do it if the opportunity were to arise.
The teen ran to each available coving on his way towards the high school he was to attend from now on, in hopes of staying dry and presentable.
It didn't work seeing as he was already soaked on his first dash.
Finally, FINALLY, he reached his dull, seemingly lifeless, school. Today marked his first day as a sophomore. What's worse was that this was his first time ever even going to a school. The boy didn't have time to attend school in the past, seeing as he was held responsible for paying of every single debt his master had carelessly made.
'This should be fun.' The soaked teen sarcastically prepped to himself.
Suddenly, Allen looked around. It was empty.
'Not good. I'm already late on my first day!'
He ran to where he assumed to be the gathering place and he thought that someone up there must like him, because just as he reached to open the glass push doors, a man called out in a monotone voice "Allen Walker." Said boy ran in through the doors shouting "HERE!" at the top of his panting lungs.
Everyone turned their heads in eerie union to see a soaking wet white haired boy with a weird red streak on his face standing wide-eyed in the entrance. What's more is he looked to be about 12 years old.
The announcer paid the boy little to no heed as he continued on with his monotonous droning.
Allen took his seat next to a way-too-exited-for-the-first-day-back-to-school kid with bright fire red hair and a mysterious black eye-patch.
"Hey, short stack," the red head leaned over and whispered, "the name's Lavi, and I'm super awesome!" He ended this modest statement with a goofy grin and a thumbs up.
'Did he just give me a thumbs…? Maybe It won't be so bad here...'
The ADHD student, Lavi, Then continued to stand up, and that's what made Allen look around to see everyone else leaving in separate directions. The introductions were over.
Just as the snow haired teen steadily stood up, a serious looking man approached. Allen unconsciously took a step back.
"Allen Walker," the man started. His voice as lifeless as the school's interior. "Welcome to our school, we are pleased to have you." A smile that didn't quit reach his eyes spread across his face.
'You don't look too pleased.' Allen found himself thinking as the adult handed him his class schedule and walked away with an air of confidence.
He had located the school map and began walking to what he hoped was his first class; World History.
After wandering for a few minutes, he finally reached his destination that was labeled 'History.' He stepped closer as he figured that this dull room would be where he spent a great deal of time for the year.
Allen walked in and as his fate beheld him; he was late.
"Ah, so you've decided to join us. You must be Mr. Walker- class say 'hello' to our new student; Allen walker."
The class stared at the short oddity that was supposedly their new classmate.
It was silent.
'Why did I think it would be different here? I can barely walk into town without awkward silence already!'
"Hey, did you get lost? This is a high school; you're looking for middle school, runt." One kid in the back shouted, causing a ripple of giggles and stifled laughs throughout the classroom.
"Hey, freak, do your parents know you're so hideous or did they already dump your ugly face on the curb?"
The class now broke out into a hysterical laughing fit in effect to the stupid remarks made by the jocks, leaving Allen, trying to keep his face a perfect mask, even though his past memories had been directly assaulted by these careless statements.
The teacher ended the teasing atmosphere with a loud Thud as he dropped several books on his desk.
"You may take your seat now, Mr. Walker. I believe there is one next to Kanda." He gestured towards a tall figure with raven black hair, held tightly back in a hair band. His bangs covered his always-glaring eyes as he let out a "Che." and turned his face towards the window.
"Good morning. Kanda, isn't it? My name is Allen Walker, pleased to meet you." The white haired boy held up an expectant hand for a few seconds before giving up and returning it to his side.
"Che, obviously moyashi, the teacher just announced it to the whole class." Kanda glared furiously at Allen and crossed his arms in an act of defiance.
As for Allen, he was left wanting to know what this 'moyashi' meant. Clearly Kanda was of Japanese descent. The newbie decided to hold on to his question seeing how he thought he would just be bothersome to the now ticked off Japanese.
The rest of his class seemed to rush by on super-speed as the uneducated teen tried to keep up. He was writing down notes as fast as the teacher could spew the information.
The bell rang, scarring Allen and causing his paper to go flying. HE reached for it when a sharp pain bolted through his bandaged arm.
'Ouch! What was that? I took the medicine this morning didn't I? Maybe I stole the wrong kind again…'
He hissed in pain and shock but tried to keep it all in so that no one notice and most likely use it against him.
Unluckily for Allen, Kanda had they eyes and ears of a hawk. "What is it now, moyashi?" His tone made shivers run across Allen's already throbbing arm.
He tried to remain normal and inconspicuous. "N-nothing, Bakanda."
It didn't work; his voice had cracked while speaking. A visible tick mark was now slowly growing above Kanda's eyebrow. 'Che, why should I care? He's a freak. Plus, did he just call me Bakanda? Damn moyashi is using my own language against me.'
With another one of his signature che's, Kanda turned on his heel and left Allen behind in the class.
Allen then turned his attention to his arm which had started to calm down.
'What happened to my arm? It didn't hurt this bad before. Maybe I should have someone check it out for me.'
This wasn't the first time he thought this but he never actually did anything because, first of all, he didn't have the money needed for a doctor, and second, if he went to a doctor, it would be inevitable for the doctor to find all of his scars and bruises. Allen was sure that a trained professional could tell the signs of child abuse. If they knew what that Allen was being beaten then they would take him away and put him back into the system.
More shivers ran down his stiff back.
His next class, French, went by smoothly Aside from the 'freak' comments. He even had this class with the overly-excited boy; Lavi.
Allen had found that he had a taken a liking towards the ADD redhead, he didn't evenseem to mind his overly abnormal looks.
After constant babblings in an unfamiliar language, the teacher ended with a "Merci et au revoir."(1)
The bell rang again, this time signaling the freedom that is lunch.
Grroooowwwl
A furious blush painted Allen's pale features as his stomach begged for much needed food against his will.
"Sounds like you're hungry!" A girl beautiful black hair, pulled back into two pony tail that draped across a rather revealing top and skirt leaned across to him from the lunch table next to him.
"My name's Lenalee! I haven't seen you here before so I'm assuming you're Allen Walker, right? Don't be surprised. I know everyone her! You see my brother Is the principal as this school so it's kind of mandatory for me to know because my brother always has me help out with him. Not like I mind, it's just that-"
'Wow she talks a lot.' Allen had had a hard time concentrating on what the excited girl was talking about, but he was actually relieved to not have to talk. He would most likely end up saying something stupid of something that gave away what he didn't want given.
"Uh oh. Why is she staring at me? Did she ask me something? I wasn't paying attention! Aaahh why wasn't I paying attention? Uuuuuh I'm so hungry!"
"Hello in there! Allen, are you there? I asked what you are having for lunch!" Lenalee was now waving her arms frantically in front of the absorbed boy's eyes, trying to catch his attention.
The boy stared back at her, his silver eyes vacant.
'What am I supposed to tell her? 'Oh, no, see I don't eat since my master spends all our money on alcohol and other unmentionable things. So I starve to near death, sometimes stealing food to eat.' No, that wouldn't start rumors at all!'
Lenalee was now impatiently tapping her fingers with crossed arms. "Ah, I already ate." "No you didn't, you just walked in here."
Allen scavenged his mind for another excuse. "Um, I had a huge breakfast so I'm stuffed."
Gurrrrgggleeee.
Lenalee had no idea why, but this boy was obviously lying. His stomach was practically begging for food! Not needing anything else said, Lenalee took her already-purchased food and pushed it into the starving boy's hands.
"Ah! N-no! I couldn't! You paid for this so I-""Relax!" Lenalee interrupted the boys refuses, "I've already eaten before lunch and because my brother is the principal, my food here is free!"
Allen, still unsure, hesitantly grabbed the food and slowly placed some in his watering mouth. As soon as the food touched his lips, he lost all coherent thoughts. He shoved every article of food into his mouth, savoring every aroma and every flavor as they danced across his taste buds.
'Mmm, real food! My first actual meal in months!'
Lenalee's eyes were almost the size of the plates that Allen was desperately shoving into his mouth. "U-um, Allen? Are you okay? Do you need more food? I can go get-" Allen suddenly opened his eyes and realized what is must've looked like to the shocked teenage girl. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Miss Lenalee! I-I just…I'm sorry!" Allen had sometime during the apologies started bowing.
The surprised girl was now giggling like-well, a school girl.
"You have quite the appetite!"
The now-full teen just scratched the back of his head modestly and laughed with his eyes lightly shut.
"Well, I'll see you later Allen!" Lenalee waved, still recovering from her giggle fit. "Goodbye, Miss Lenalee!" Allen smiled and placed the tray on top of the bin.
Lunch was soon over but Allen still couldn't believe he had eaten so much. He felt so happy he could fly.
Allen walked to the rest of his classes for the day. First was Geometry, and then was English. Both of the classes Allen had seemed to have a knack for and that had only made the class hate Allen more.
Ring! Ring!
The final bell of the day rang and Allen carefully placed each book into his bag. Taking his time, as he had just remembered that Cross was expecting money when he returned 'home.'
'This is not good. How am I supposed to be home on time and bring back money? I really don't want to have to steal from my first school ever. Especially since it's the first day.'
But there was no avoiding it.
The short boy slowly made his way to the cafeteria, praying that the cash register for the lunch man wasn't locked.
He bent behind the table and found that in fact, the cash register was locked.
Allen sighed, pulling out a paper clip and some additional supplies. He shoved in the clip and started wiggling it around as some kids long ago had taught him.
Click
It was unlocked. Allen stuck his head over the counter to look if anyone was coming. Some students walked past, laughing at some joke, but that was all. Reassured he was safe, Allen reached his shaky bandaged hand, and found that it was loaded!
'I can't take too much since they would definitely notice if I did, so maybe just 100 or so?'
Allen slowly pulled out the tens. He counted until he had ten ten dollar bills and cautiously shut the register.
He then stuffed the money into his bag and ran across the cafeteria and hall, and then out to the entrance.
With guilt clearly visible on his face, the thief then thanked God that no one had spotted him and reported him to Lenalee's older brother. Who knew how scary the man might be. (AN: If only he knew pfft! ;D).
Little did Allen know, he had been spotted. By none other than Komui Lee; the principal of the school. He had been taking his routine trip to the lunch room to return his personalized bunny mug when he spotted Allen, the newbie, fiddling with the cash register.
"Hmmm. Interesting…" Komui then proceeded to take a sip from him much loved coffee.
And there you are! See! It was longer too! My spacebar has been acting up, so sorry if some words jumbled up that I didn't catch! Do you like it yet? Do you hate it yet? These are the questions! Oh and before I forget! What should the school be called? 'Black Order High' has been used way too many times so please put suggestions in the REVIEWS THAT YOU WILL BE WRITING. Pretty pleeaaassee! Alright It's 1 in the morning, I must really love you guys… Goodnight and may you bring forth salvation to this tormented akuma's soul.