Author's note: Well I think I'm about halfway through the story. But don't you all worry I'm currently writing another D. Gray-man fanfic. And thanks to my amazing beta Hanashi o suru
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Warnings: mentions of underage rape and child abuse and Mpreg forced abortion.
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Minutes seamlessly melted away in the tavern whence Mana had confronted Tyki Mikk in front of the whole village. Everyone was unsure of how they should have been taking this news. Many were equally uncertain of Mana's bold claim. Not only on the betrayal of the Hunter everyone had looked up to, but also the entitlement that Mana Walker wasn't 'Mana Walker', but Mana Campbell.
Campbell. A name the village knew well, but never truly knew much about. Rumors were aplenty of what had ever happened to the family, ranging from the insanity of one killing them all, to a mysterious and sudden disappearance of the whole family.
It was apparent that either one or the other was lying. But who were they to believe?
"While searching for my pride and joy, my beloved son, I was misled by Mikk in his promise to help me recover him." Mana had spoken up. His eyes cold, glaring as they landed on the man who entered the tavern. A man and his accomplice who both weren't expecting the man they left behind to have been there days after being left behind to die.
"Nonsense, Walker is obviously delusional." Tyki stated, "What proof have you that I have—"
"Attempted to kill me?" Mana challenged, "Take the word of Hevlaska, for if not for her, I would most certainly have perished where you left me."
"Hevlaska is a crazy old haggard widow." The hunter argued, before looking to Hevlaska with an almost apologetic look, "No offence."
"I have long since grown numb to such incompetent words." Stated the widowed woman. "They are meaningless, much as you're 'accomplishments' you boast highly of."
Harsh…
"Indeed…" Tyki muttered in annoyance. "But my point has been proven."
"Then Wisely." Mana said, looking to the young man barely older than his own son. "You were there. Have you not felt the guilt of what your 'so-called' friend has attempted to do? Do not think I hadn't missed the spark in your eyes when you saw me alive and kicking."
Now in the spotlight, Wisely felt himself break in nervous sweat. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Uh, well…c-can…erm, w-well…"
"Wisely, my dearest friend," Tyki spoke up, placing his hands firmly on the smaller male's shoulders. "Certainly, you know your word is that I am as innocent as a newborn bae. I never would do such a horrific thing to the father of the young male I love."
"Love, you say?" Mana sneered, "Lust is more appropriate. My son needs none of your horse shit after all he's been forced through in his childhood."
"What…are you talking about?" Wisely found himself asking, shoving his friend's hands from his shoulders. "What has Allen gone through as a child?"
"Bearers are normally treated poorly." Was all Mana solemnly told the other, "Would you trust my dear son with a man like him?"
"Speak up, Wisely." Tyki told him, "I haven't done anything to the man who needs mental help."
"I'm perfectly sane in the head, Mikk."
The whole Tavern watched in bated breath.
"I want my son to return home more than anything, but there is no way I can rest easy knowing such a man like Tyki Mikk is amongst us." Mana turned his attention back to Wisely, "Wisely Kamelot. I will ask you one last time. Do you give your testimony that the dangerous man here is Tyki Mikk?"
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He was furious, as the memory passed his mind. He banged on the door, threatening to knock it off its hinges. "Lvellie!"
The man in question quirked a brow, as he opened the door to his establishment. "Well, if it isn't Lord Tyki Mikk. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Drop the 'Lord'." Tyki hissed. Throwing a small sack of coins to the man, who caught it after a small fumble. "I have a little proposal for you."
Malcom C. Lvellie was a man who had a strong dislike for Mana and his unnatural son. His hair, which Mikk knew was normally slicked back, was in a disarray of strands. The man had been sleeping in his cot before the hunter had abruptly woken him up. With just the right amount of encouragement, he knew the man would instantly be up for whatever plan he would conduct.
Even if it meant bribing the Asylum's owner. Which was exactly what Mikk was doing on this starless night.
"So, allow me to clarify," Lvellie said. The duo were now sitting in his office, with Lvellie counting the coin he had received unexpectedly. "You desire to have one of the members of the house to be put here?"
"He at least claims he's of the House of Campbell."
"I see." He greedy bastard mused, "And you say he also lays claim that his son, Allen Walker, was kidnapped by a beast?"
"Correct."
"And in order to force the crazy man's son into becoming your wife, you believe that Allen will come from where ever he truly is and do anything to keep his beloved father from being admitted into my humble establishment."
"Exactly correct." Tyki said with a shit-eating grin, "Tell me, Malcolm C. Lvellie. Can you do it?"
"Yes, I can." His hand slammed down onto the table, the coins making a loud clinking sound as he did so. "Such a devious plan, and I love every word of it."
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Allen and Kanda were out in the gardens enjoying the scenery, it was nice…being with the older male, the younger would admit, however there were instances where the Beast…Kanda, would look at him in a way that admittedly made him feel uncomfortable. He ignored the unease, after all, Kanda must've not have had many real friends, right?
Timcanpy neighed having been a little startled by Neah who was hopping around the horse's feet. A game, Allen decided, that Neah felt like playing. He smiled at the duo, before absentmindly placing his fingertips on the lotus of his choker.
The only reminder he had of Mana now.
"What's with that lotus of yours?" Kanda asked. "I've seen you fondling it a few times."
"Huh? O-Oh…um, my father made it for me." Allen said, his eyes seeming to become softer as he looked off into the distance, "It was his promise to me that he would return home safely from his trip to the fair…"
"Never expected him to have that kind of talent. Most don't really know what a lotus is."
"I guess they wouldn't." Allen admitted, "It's lovely."
"Hn…you know, they say a lotus can be found in the murkiest of water, but still breath through the surface to reveal its beauty." Kanda offhandedly stated, "Sometimes a thousand years would pass before it blooms."
"For real?" Allen asked in awe, "That's impressive…"
"I guess so." Shrugged the cursed man.
Allen continued walking along the water's edge, looking around the pond that rested in the center of the entire garden. He smiled, as he commented his thoughts on the area, "This garden is so beautiful."
"I'd hope so." Kanda gruffly replied, "After my father died in battle, I found myself obsessed with things that were beautiful and the garden was one of them."
"You? Obsessed?" Allen asked in disbelief. "Honestly, I find you being obsessed over anything is hard to believe."
"Oi. I was human." The elder argued back. "Che. Baka moyashi."
Allen pouted, and crossed his arms. From the corner of his eye he found a tree with a descent pile of snow resting beneath it. Grinning, he slowly snuck away from Kanda, the elder apparently too lost in his thoughts to have realized the other wasn't beside him.
It came as a collassal shock to him when he was hit with something cold, and very wet. "The fuck?!"
"Got ya!" Allen called out with a grin.
"Alright you little shit. You asked for it." Kanda said with a menencing grin. Allen gulped, and took a few steps backwards as he saw the Beast collect snow himself. "Take that!"
Allen squeaked in surprise, and turned to run, only to trip over a hidden root. He fell face-first into the snow, Kanda's snowball landing right where he fell. "COLD!"
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Hours had been spent with their snowball war, and after warming up with some hot chocolate, tea, and clothes that were dry and warm, Kanda had decided to give Allen a proper tour of the castle.
He ended at the library, where Allen's features were alight with glee. "It's amazing!"
"Do you enjoy reading that much?" Kanda found himself asking.
"I do." The younger admitted, "Very much."
"If you love this room, then…it's yours."
"Huh? Y-You're giving me this room?" Kanda shrugged, not exactly looking to the younger. "Thank you…thank you so much, Kanda."
The servants brought their dinner to them while they read, Allen never before finding so much solstice before. "I think that's about enough of the books for now."
"Huh? Already?" Allen asked with disappointment. Until he looked up at the clock, soon feeling a little embarrassed at the time. "Well, it is almost eleven at night."
Kanda rolled his eyes, and stood. "If you don't want to sleep just yet…I could show you something else that I think you would find interesting."
"Really?"
"A pretty good book. Just wait here." Kanda told the younger, before rushing off for a little while. While he waited, Allen decided to put away the books they were reading previously. Allen smiled to himself. Reading with Kanda was actually fun…he wouldn't mind doing it again. Perhaps tomorrow?
Why did that thought make him smile so fondly?
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Reading together was one of Kanda's personal favorite pastimes as of late. Even if he didn't pay the book in front of him any mind, he sure as hell was taking in the boy's profile as he read deeply into his book.
It was cute. Everything that was Allen Walker was cute…but also alluring. Kanda, more than once, had found himself wanting to caress the fair skin with the pads of his paws…but then in his mind's eye, his paws would return to hands…human hands. Ones which could truly feel every bit of skin his mind would reveal as clothes would become more and more scarce.
He wanted to comb his fingers through the fine strands that was Allen's hair, and trace loving kisses from his lips along the younger's shoulder, neck, jaw…it was…an odd thing of him to want. But he found it far from unpleasant. He truly wanted Allen in a way he had never wanted anyone before.
"Moyashi."
"Huh?" Allen's head jerked up, looking up at that taller figure, "Is something wrong?"
"What…was it like for you…before…"
"Before Mana?" Not exactly what Kanda was expecting, but he supposed he would go with it. "I was adopted, which is why I don't look like him…my life before Mana…"
"Was…?"
"I…I don't really like talking about it…I don't wish to recall it."
"If I could look at it, rather than you telling me, would you allow it?" This caught Allen by surprise.
"You…won't like what you see if you can do that."
"A chance I'm willing to take." Kanda assured him, before going to search around the library. When he came back, he placed a large leather-bound book on the table. The cover was decorated with vines and leaves along the edges of each pane, though where a title normally would've been, was nothing more than blank space.
Allen wearily eyed the book, before looking up to the beast beside him, "What do I have to do Kanda?"
"Touch a page and think of your past and both of us will then see it." Kanda calmly told the boy.
A little reluctant, Allen touched the page.
Allen's past
Allen is shown to be eight years old and chained to a bed by his wrists. He's crying, and in pain. A male's calloused hand touched his nipple harshly, and Kanda could see Allen was covered in semen and blood.
What a fucking sick sonnova bitch…
"You're fucking brilliant Red~" The same man's voice cooed, "I want you to return to your cage, and tomorrow the nice doctor is going to rid of this abomination from you."
Abomination in…Moyashi is a Bearer? Kanda never knew any Bearers before…but at least he knew why Allen smelled differently than most other males in his life…
Silver eyes were practically dead to the world, as tears fell listlessly from his eyes. It's the next day, and Allen is again chained but this time, to a hospital cot. In his line of sight was an embryo, burning in the hot embers of a fire.
"To stop the Bearer from getting pregnant use protection." The Doctor snarled at Cosmo. "But if you really don't want kids, I can operate on him to remove the womb."
If anything, the doctor was truly disgusted by what this man before him had done to a child. Taking away such innocence…it was inhuman.
"No, I won't let you operate on him." Cosmo said with a grin of malice, "This is the perfect hell for an unwanted twat like him. To have his body used and abused until it can no longer do what its unnatural abilities can do."
"I…I don't want to see anymore…I w-want to g-go home…"
Back to the present
In an instant they were back in the library as though they had never left. The boy wasted no time in running off, and thanks to his hearing, Kanda was able to find the boy in the nearest bathroom, throwing his meal from earlier up.
Whether it was sorrow or anger, Kanda wouldn't truly know which was greater. However, as he did what he could in his state to sooth Allen to the best of his abilities, a new thought crossed his mind.
I will protect you, from everything foul. I swear on my family name.