A/N: From such positive feedback, and motivation I give you the longest chapter I've written so far, plus you never know the next time might update, so I made this chap extra longer then the last two.
I'll start with answering someone's question. The story takes place in their after life so they have absolutely no memories of when they were exorcists but Allen does at times have strange dreams and deja vu. And though things don't make sense they will in later chapters.
Second topic, reason why I didn't put an A/N in the second chapter is because when I typed it all up but my computer didn't save it when I exited out. I didn't feel like retyping it.
Disclaimah!: I don't own the characters, only the plot of the fic.
Notes: Thoughts in italics. Please over look any misstakes/spelling errors.
Warning: Violence, language, & alcoholics
Chapter 3: A Crazy Guy With a Stick?
Allen took an empty desk at the back of the classroom. Everything was kind of awkward, especially for him, because he kept feeling glances and stares directed at him. Weather it was his strange scar or his snow white hair, he didn't know, but it was most likely both.
The bell rang signaling it was time to start the first hour. The language teacher walked in with a hand full of papers. She proceeded to write something on the white board of what looked to be her name. The female teacher timidly turned to the class of freshman she was to teach. She had short curly hair and dark makeup that looked messy and over done. She wore a casual charcoal color business suit with a skirt that met her knees.
"Go-good m-mo-morning class." She said nervously. "I'm M-Miss Lotto, your language tea-teacher for this ye-year-" Miss Lotto's whole body went rigid and tensed up as the papers she was holding all slipped through her hand and scattered about on the tile floor. She hastily tried to pick them up while sputtering incoherent apologies.
'This is gunna be a long hour...' Allen sighed inwardly as he watched two students help Ms. Lotto pick up the scattered papers.
Once Ms. Lotto put the papers down and anything else out of her hands, she finally calmed down a little.
"A-alright, we'll start w-with introducing ourselves." the timid teacher said. "Let's s-start, with this r-row." Ms. Lotto pointed to the row Allen was in. He cursed to himself at this.
The white haired boy didn't pay an ounce of attention to any of the people that introduced themselves in front of him. It didn't take long until it was Allen's turn to face humiliation, as he puts it.
Allen stood as the others had to and promptly started with his name.
"My name is Allen Walker. It's nice to meet everyone." He stated with his flawless British accent. He caught the entire class's attention, even the few that were day dreaming into nothingness. The white haired boy realized he wasn't in England anymore and that his accent would stand out from everyone. His face lit bright red and quickly took his seat. The class ranged from girls giggling and whispering to each other, to guys giving him looks that made him feel uncomfortable.
'This really is going to be a long hour' The embarrassed freshmen thought.
First hour flew by, and before he new it he was at gym class which he dreaded more than any other hour of the day. Apparently Allen wasn't given the memo that all freshman were given mandatory gym, so when Allen walked into the locker room he was met with a room of changing teenage boys. Allen, feeling confused and embarrassed rushed to the the gym teacher. Thankfully he had the last set of clothes for him to wear, unfortunately the shirt was too big and looked like a dress and shorts too small, but before he could complain he realized the bandages that covered his entire left arm were completely exposed.
The white haired boy was able to get out of gym in middle school, only because Mana gave the teacher a note saying he was allergic to sweat. That took a lot of convincing. So he never really had to participate or dress out. Allen wondered what the others in class would think of him; a weirdo for sure, he wouldn't doubt it.
Allen sighed and decided to just go with the flow. If someone asked about it he'd just lie and say a wild cat attacked him or something. Who was he kidding, he was never good at lying to begin with.
He walked out into the gym that was connected to the locker room and noticed all the boys and girls being lined up on separate sides of the gym. He heard his name called and rushed to the boys' side. The gym teacher directed him to a spot against the wall. Apparently he was lining everyone up in alphabetical order for role call. When he was done he explained that the boys and girls would be playing dodge ball against each other and informed them of the rules. The teacher dispersed them so everyone would get a ball from the basket. Allen detected stares and glances from the corner of his eye, obviously directed at his strangely bandaged arm, but before he could call them out, a large hand whacked him across the back.
"Who?" Allen said startled. He turned swiftly around ready for the worst, but his cautiousness quickly dwindled at the sight of shocking red hair.
"Yo!" said non-other than Lavi.
"Lavi! Why are you here?" Proclaimed the Brit.
"Gym class. Duh." The red head said with smirk like it was the most obvious reason.
"But how come I didn't notice you during role call?" He said confused.
"Oh that, I got distracted lookin' round the library afteh' class and was almost late." Lavi said embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh." Was all the Brit said feeling a little awkward.
"Anyway, lets go grab a ball kay?" The cheerful boy said as he dragged Allen to the basket by the wrist.
Allen felt really relieved that Lavi had shown up when he did, and through out the rest of the hour he didn't even notice the looks he was given by the other students.
Before Allen new it, his first four weeks of his freshman year went by in a flash. It was Monday after school and the white haired boy was on his way to meet up with Lavi in the library. He and Lavi had been stuck together like glue ever since the first day of school; they hung out at each others houses, or stayed in the library and secretly ate potato chips in their secret hideout, . The table in the back behind the bookshelves.
But life at school for Allen wasn't always as bright and cheerful like spending time with his red headed friend. As Allen predicted, a group of no good junior delinquents have chosen him as their new punching bag of the year. "What an honor" as Allen would put it, overflowing with sarcasm.
Allen again was still walking heading to the library. He cursed the school for having such a large ass campus and the fact that his last class was on the far opposite side end of the school of his destination. The boy also couldn't help but to hurry before an unwanted group could find him and as he was about to turn a corner that very unwanted group called out to him.
"Speak of the devil." Allen mumbled under his breath. He turned just enough to see the gruesome gang a few yards away from him.
"Hey old man, wer' ya headed huh?" The spoken to boy twitched at the little nickname they gave him the first week of school.
"I think I could get away at this distance." Allen speculated. He didn't have time to think things through as the gang started to get closer. He dashed down the hallway and out the closest double doors.
"HEY!" The leader spat as they took off after him.
Allen ran down the busy student infested corridors of the school, bumping shoulders and almost running into people. It was a good idea that he took this route to slow the bullies down, and also an advantage for him, because of his small stature he can move between people more easily, which he doesn't want to admit.
He was about to take a right when one of the gang members was hastily after him from that side. Allen took the opposite way. He realized he was soon at the gym building; he tried to open the doors but all were locked. The tired boy heard the gang getting closer, so he turned the corner to the baseball fields. He jumped the fence hoping he could find somewhere to hide like in the dugouts but he misjudged them and soon they were on his tail. The boy couldn't run anymore, as his messenger bag was tiring him out faster than usual. He found himself pinned in a corner against the taller gates. Allen was breathing heavily as he took a step back, his worn out legs gave out making him stumble backwards to the ground.
"Looks like the old man is all tired out." The leader sneered as he stepped forward. Allen looked up to the one talking. If he was correct, he remembered his name was Aaron, the leader of the little posse or what Allen likes to call his goons.
Allen didn't feel like giving them the satisfaction of struggling so he kept quite. What was the point anyway when they were just going to give him a few whacks, call him unoriginal names, then leave? No Allen didn't see the point at all. What could he do anyway? It was five to one, so obviously he wouldn't last long.
Aaron yanked him by his sweater. "What, got nothin' ta say freak!" He shouted, spitting in the scarred boy's face. Allen grimaced as droplets made contact with his cheek. He had so many snappy comebacks at that, but let it go. He didn't want to make things worse for him, he just wanted to get things over with.
"Fuckin' bitch." the attacker snarled. He threw off Allen's messenger bag and tossed to one of his goons. He dumped all Allen's belongings onto the dirt ground.
"I'm gettin' bored" Aaron smirked. He pulled Allen up to throw the first punch. Allen shut his eyes waiting for the impact, but nothing came. He also noticed silence among everyone. He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar face.
The stranger had a strong hold on Aaron's shoulder. Allen inwardly chuckled at the leaders shocked expression at the intruder.
"Shit! It's you!" Aaron gasped. He let go of Allen's sweater dropping him on his back, back to the ground. The white haired boy was able to get a better look at the stranger from this angle. The boy seemed much older than him, with striking handsome Asian features. His eyes, a dark midnight blue, were partially covered by his straight cut bangs, and locks of loose hair framing his face. Allen also noticed the long black ponytail that he guessed reached his back. He wasn't wearing the uniform sweater that was mandatory to wear, but just the white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Well the delinquents in from of him weren't wearing theirs either but it still doesn't make it okay.
Allen supposed Aaron and he weren't buddies, from his reaction.
"The fuck do you want?" Aaron said angrily, shoving the strangers hand off his shoulder.
"You shits just don't learn, do you." The Asian glared.
"What did you say?" He shouted.
"You woke me from my nap, now I'm pissed." He growled menacingly. Even Allen was scared for his life at this point. He sure as hell was thankful the Asian wasn't mad at him.
"Asshole!" Aaron growled back. He lunged forward towards the Asian man. The unknown boy easily stepped to the side, causing Aaron to miss and stumble.
"What the hell are you shit heads waiting for?" He snapped at his goons. "Get him!" He ordered.
The other four teenagers lunged for the Asian man. The Unknown boy smoothly and effortlessly dodged every attack. One of the four attacked from behind. The Asian swiftly turned around threw a kick to his head and sending him across the ground. Allen just sat there witnessing the whole thing. He was blown away that just one man was able to take on all five of them; kind of thing you'd only see in movies. But not only the fact that he was an amazing fighter, Allen was in awestruck at the flow of his body, dodging, kicking, and punching, and the way his hair whipped around behind him every time he moved.
'Like a pony tailed demon.' Allen thought never leaving his eyes from the majestic boy. Not too long, the fighting stopped and the five delinquents ran away with their tails between their legs.
"Tch." Was all the Asian said. Allen noticed him walk towards him and bent down. He was startled when the unknown pony tailed boy started to stuff Allen's things back into his bag. He scrambled to his knees and said.
"Uh, it's fine you don't have to do that!" He said helping pick up the loose papers. The other didn't say anything and just continued his actions. They finished collecting the his items, and stood.
"Thanks, for helping me there." Allen mumbled staring at the ground to avoid eye contact.
'Uwah! He's even more handsome up close!" Boy panicked, trying not to blush.
"Here." The Asian handed the boy his bag. Allen took it, but blushed when their hands lightly brushed.
"Thanks." He mumble under his breath, trying to keep his composure under control. The long haired boy walked away without saying another word and so did Allen, but the shorter boy couldn't help but look back just once.
Allen was finally able to get to the library safe and not have to run across the entire school again. He just hoped Lavi was still waiting for him. He peeked around the bookshelves looking for any sign of his book worm friend. Sure enough, he was at the same table as they always were, plus you can't really miss the walls of books out on the table.
"Yo! Where ya been?" The red head greeted him not even tearing his eyes away from the book buried in his face.
"You have no idea." Allen sighed, as he took a seat across from his friend.
"Oh? What happened?" said looking up the first time. The white haired boy poured out what had happened when he was on his way to the library.
"So you've finally meet the infamous Kanda Yuu." He said intrigued.
"That's his name?" Allen said incredulously.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of him, or even got his name from before." He said waving a book in the boy's face.
"Well sorry. I was still a little zoned in from the fight." He said shooing the book from his face.
"Want ta know?" He said invitingly.
"Whats there to know? It's not like he's some hero or something is he?"
"Nope, but quite the opposite really."
"Well then lets hear it." He said curiously.
"Alright. Be prepared to hear the history of the infamous delinquent, Kanda Yuu." The red head proclaimed. Allen raised an eye brow. 'He always has to exaggerate things. Wait, delinquent?'
"History says that Kanda Yuu moved here this summer from Japan. Now I don't know if this is positive information, but it seems likely because he's Japanese, and never talks in class." He explained.
"Wait, you have him in your class? Which one?"
"My last hour. But I hear he's never been here for his mornin' classes since the beginnin' of school. Interestin' isn't it?" Lavi said, rubbing his chin.
"That is strange. Wait, why are you acting like a detective?" Allen asked.
"What? It makes things more interesting right?"
"I guess. Just continue, would you?" He sighed.
"Right, right. So as I was saying, he's a foreigner from Japan. But not only that, he's the most feared delinquent in the city at the moment. And as a follow up, they call him the Samurai Slugger*." Lavi ended with a silly smile.
"That's hard to believe. Lavi, quite making up false nicknames." Allen scolded.
"Aw, it's a cool name, right?"
"No, but that's how rumors are started. You've been watching too much anime."
"True true. Well anyway back again to what I was saying. I didn't call him that for nothin'. I've heard from various resources that he carries round a wooden sword outside of school. He's sent someone to the E.R. from brutal beatings because of it. And not only that, but he gets jumped every other day by gangs and thugs. He hasn't even lost a single match and-"
"Okay, Lavi, I get it. He's not so much a good guy. But Isn't all this just considered gossip? You haven't seen any of this with your own eyes have you? And besides, if he's such a ruthless delinquent then why did he save me earlier?" Allen said interrupting Lavi speech.
"Hmm. That's a good point. May be he has the hots for you?" Lavi said with a straight face.
"W-What? That's ridiculous." Allen said blushing.
"Oh ho! What's that kind of reaction, Allen? I think I'm wrong for once. It's you who has the hots for him." Lavi concluded smiling like an idiot.
"L-Lavi! Just because I'm like...THAT, doesn't mean I like every guy I see." The embarrassed boy tried to explain. He remembered last week that he came out and told Lavi his dark secret for the first time, except when he came out to Mana when he was in junior high.
"Don't get your panties in a knot. I'm just teasing a little." The red head giggled. "But I am curious, have you found anyone you liked yet?" He questioned.
"No I have haven't. You're awfully comfortable with this whole thing." Allen sighed.
"Why wouldn't I? Lots of people now a day are coming out of the closet." He said unfazed.
"Yeah. Anyway, lets drop the subject. Shall we?"He sighed a second time.
"Alriiight." the taller one complained.
They spent the remaining hour snacking on potato chips and working on homework until it was time leave. Allen got home, only to find a ragged drunken old man sprawled on his couch.
"Cross. I wish you'd at least be sober once in awhile, to be able to hold a conversation for longer than a minute." He complained as he collected empty wine bottles into a trash bag.
"Shut up and go buy me so' more." The bearded man grumbled.
'WHY Mana, WHY did you have to leave me here with this uncivilized womanizer!' Allen cried within. 'Who cares if he comes two or three times a week, he's still a pest!'
The troubled boy tossed the bag of bottles into the recycling and left the napping drunk to go to his room. He flopped down on his bed with his laptop and proceeded to check any word from Mana. Sure enough, Allen's hopes were lifted as he clicked on a new e-mail from his guardian. He read through giddily. He only has to put up with Cross until next Friday.
To be continued...
*Lavi is referring to the boy called "little slugger" from the anime series Paranoia Agent. (it's a weird old anime)