Chapter 2: Free

The once clear blue sky started to rumble and groan, white fluffy clouds turning into a grim grey color as thunder roared across the weeping sky and the long white arrows pierced the darkened sky. Allen was the most afraid of rainstorms; the scary roars would echo through the small enclosed basement, the flashes would often cast strange creepy shadows onto the walls and they would often dance together with the howling of the wind to scare and taunt the little trembling boy shivering from the coldness of the night. What was worse now that he was out in this foreign place all alone, and this time the droplets came down on his skin like ice pelting hard on his poor body. With a soft yelp he stumbled and crawled for cover near the bushes of the lawn, the thorns and branches cutting up his already scarred skin but he didn't care; it wasn't like he wasn't used to such pain in the first place anyway. He hugged his knees tight close to his body and buried his face in his chest, using what little cloth that was barely covering his body as a makeshift shield to protect himself from the piercing cold. No matter how many times he had braved through this horrible ordeal he was still absolutely petrified of thunderstorms. He prayed and prayed, quick, quickly let the rain be over..!

Letting out a deep sigh he sat down on his chair, the leather sofa making some sort of deflating sound as he did. What in the world was Lavi doing..? His birthday was around the corner yes, but he didn't have to go and buy a.. a slave! What the hell was that anyway, that boy was so weak and small, with little to no meat on his bones. Heck, he looked like the wind could blow him away anytime! His bones poked out at almost every part of his body, and his thin frame fragile and petite. It was the total opposite of himself; Kanda Yuu was tall and lean, his muscles were defined and his skin mildly tan in just the right shade. He was blessed with good looks and a naturally fit body, straight long smooth black hair set perfectly on the head. With defined jaws and a perfect nose , he was often mistaken as some sort of half breed between a Caucasian and an Asian. Although his trimmed angled eyebrows and narrow eyes made him seem like he was in a bad mood most of the time, he was generally emotionless to most things, unlike his first impression.

He didn't realise he had fallen asleep till the sounds of clapping thunder woke him from his dreamless nap. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. It had been three hours, huh..? He sighed again and looked out the window, had it been raining? He got up from his seat with another sigh and headed toward the opened window to close it, but a little shivering thing hiding near his gates in the cold caught his eye. Was that the slave? He gritted his teeth and mentally facepalmed; had he been outside the whole time?! He couldn't care less about the broken boy, but he certainly didn't want anything to die in his front garden. He grabbed the umbrella hanging by the side of the door and headed out to where Allen was already nearly unconscious from the cold and the fear.

"Oi," he called out, and with a click of his tongue he used his leg to kick the trembling boy. "Get out of my lawn!" Allen only started to stir from his motionless state when he had heard muffled voices, his vision blurry and his head throbbing like no tomorrow. He was absolutely terrified, and his near naked body was trembling from the cold. His white clothes were completely wet, to the point where his already ghostly pale body could be seen through the transparent cloth. His wet hair had stuck to his skin, and a stream of water was falling freely from the ends of the drenched clumps. "S-Sorry.." Was all he could mutter softly before he propped himself up with his stick-like hands, only to fall back on the wet floor with a loud splash. This only fuelled the man's irritation, and he yanked the boy up by his arm and pushed him out of his gates. "And don't come back!" With a huff the man gave the boy one last kick; and with that he turned his back and left, not even giving the boy a second glance.

"…"

This was it, wasn't it? He could finally leave.. He was thankful the man came to chase him away, or else he wouldn't know what else to do. With a soft sigh he somehow managed to stand back up, and with only the road before him he started to walk. Step by step he took them slowly, and with every thunder he would nearly faint from terror. This somehow made him wish he was back at his Master's house; at least he had a shelter over his head, and a small dry blanket to keep him dry. No matter what, if his master told him to go, then.. he would. He would get lost from his sight, if that was all he wanted.

…

A loud thud could be heard, but no one came to his aid as the whole street was deserted because of the heavy rain. Allen was pushed past his limit; his legs gave way and he fell to the floor. Was this finally it..? He thought to himself as he laid on the ground, panting ever so slightly. A small sad smile appeared on his pale lips; he thought about what he had always been thinking during the solitary moments he spent alone in the dark room. What if Allen had nice Masters? Would he be happy? Would they let him out to play, and bring him to the sea? Would they hold him tight, and tell him the rain wasn't scary at all..?

Alas, this would only be forever a dream. As Allen drifted in and out of consciousness, all that lingered on his mind were the sounds of the calm ocean, the soft cries of seagulls and the music of the crashing waves..

Would I finally be free?