SOME NEWS FLASH: My DGM cosplay group this year wasn't able to participate in the Anime Expo 2009 Masquerade due to some cosplay preparation technicalities. Please don't mistake us for the DGM group this year, that was NOT us. Instead, we decided to participate next year in 2010 and kick some ass DGM style. So I'm really sorry to the people who waited so long. It'll just be one year more… (Definitely NO dancing involved. I mean, can you even imagine Kanda dancing?)
But we did post up some pictures so if you want to see, go to my profile and click on the Live Journal link. And some Yullen pictures too? Although they are quite mild, not to mention my friend—the Kanda cosplayer, isn't a fan of shounen-ai or yaoi. (She said to say that as a condition on taking pictures with me). This is kind of random, but I saw a Yullen cosplay picture where it looked like Kanda was doing Allen against a statue. I didn't know whether to laugh or what. Kanda's "skirt" was covering the deed.
Oh, and this is also random, but I just recently started watching Canaan and I swear the female antagonist (Alphard) is THE female Kanda version. Seriously, and maybe even the protagonist (Canaan) can be Allen's female version. (Laughs evilly) I want to write a story about that—an assassin story (sparkle). Go look it up. The anime is pretty interesting too, not to mention the opening is so awesome that I can't stop watching it. The animation is also done pretty well.
Also, Akamaru Jump is going to publish a 50 page chapter of DGM, with a COVER! But I bet you guys already new that. I'm hoping for a Kanda and Allen cover (heart).
Now enough of my chatter. Let's type a summary of the last chapter since it's been a while since I've updated.
Summary: Last chapter, Allen is beginning to settle down in the North American Branch, but due to the stares in the cafeteria, the boy is led to the conclusion that he is unwelcomed there. Meanwhile back at Headquarters, Kanda is completely fed up with the situation. All everyone ever talks about is the abomination of a beansprout and he becomes frustrated to the point he picks a fight with some gossiping Finders.
Then on the way to sort out some more paperwork, Allen and Link find out that someone was trailing them from the cafeteria. But who is the mysterious persona?
(Laughs) What a corny summary.
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He stretched his arms straight into the air, his seemingly tiny mouth exposed widely—his lips forming into the shape of an 'O' as he let out a big yawn. "Finally! I thought 'the awesome me' was never going to be let out of that stuffy room," the man said as his golden headwear tassel swayed to and fro. "For God's sake, why does Leverrier have to talk so damn much? Right, Komui?" He turned to the bespectacled man who was calmly walking forward, never looking away from the front with his serious dark eyes. Bak Chan shifted his gaze from the grave looking Supervisor and scratched his blonde head as he followed Komui by his side.
"I really hate that man's meetings," Bak continued with fervor. "Talking about the same subject over and over. But now that it's done, I have to go back to the Asia Branch and work again. Damn it. Hey Komui, do me a favor and let me stay a while, will you? That way stupid Fou won't be after my blood this time." He let out another grand yawn. "But first off, a bath. I think one of the higher ups maintains bad hygiene. 'The awesome me' could even smell the grime all the way across from that long table." Bak wrinkled his nose. "Yuck. Just thinking about it makes me feel dirty. How about you, Komui?" He turned to Komui, waiting for an answer but received none for the other was not even looking at him—his visage still quite serious.
Bak lowered his eyelids in an indignant manner. "Look Komui," he said pointing, "There's some strange man talking to Lenalee. Holy, look at those tattoos and piercings."
Komui's head suddenly perked up and shook violently side to side. "What? Where! I won't forgive him!" His whole body trembled in panic as he shouted out in distress. "I will save you Lenalee!" Bak's fist punched against the Supervisor's shoulder. "I was lying you idiot!"
The distressed brother grabbed the Asia head's shoulders and started to shake him fervently. "What would you have done if that was for real?! Are you crazy?! Don't joke about these kinds of things!"
Bak squirmed out of his grasp and straightened his hat. "Shut up! I'm not the one that's joking around, you are, you stupid Curly!"
Komui blinked. "What? Me?"
"Yes you!" Bak shouted. "You wouldn't answer me, you twit! You wouldn't even look at me! Ignoring the 'awesome me' are we now? You think you're better than me?!"
Komui's expression was blank. "Oh? You were talking to me? Sorry. My bad." A twisted frown was wiped on the other man's face in reply. Komui twitched as he waited for Bak Chan to blow up on him, waiting for the usual retorts to spit out of the blonde man's mouth in fury. He was surprised to hear a profound sigh breaking the ice in their awkward silence. Bak's frown was replaced with a countenance of distress and weary.
"You have a lot on your mind these days, don't you Komui?"
The Supervisor froze in surprise; Bak's face was surprisingly serious—there was something in his eyes that the man couldn't explain. Komui started to laugh. "Of course there are a lot of things on my mind," he replied in amusement. "Like my sister, of course, and keeping dirty pests away from my sister—"
"Stop screwing with me! It's not about your sister right now, is it?!"
Komui could not reply.
Bak tried vainly to calm down as he continued to explain. "That face you always wear when you're serious. I don't see it too often, but I saw it during Leverrier's meeting when he talked about Walker's transfer."
"… Bak, don't talk about this right now."
"No," the other said. "We will talk about it right now." Bak crossed his arms. "I know you're frustrated about Central's decision but there's no helping it is there? You can't do anything about it."
Komui's brows slightly furrowed. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying to me that it's best not to help him?"
"… That's right."
The Supervisor took a step forward towards Bak. "How can you say that? I thought you and I were on the same mind set about Allen's issues."
"You idiot," Bak said. "I still care about Walker, but I'm telling you now not to do anything drastic that will ruin your status."
"What?"
"We don't want a crazy Supervisor we all know to be replaced by Central now, do we? You're one of the only ones that support the exorcists. Don't take that foundation away from them." The Asia head grinned. "So at this time, you don't have to lift a finger. Walker will be well taken care of at the North America Branch. You can count on that."
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∞ Chapter 5 ∞
(Underground) Persona
"Link, before we go to do some more paperwork, I need to go to the bathroom first," Allen said out loud.
"Fine, but don't take too long," Link replied in a slightly quieter voice. He glanced towards the boy—heading to the bathroom and secretly grinned at him. The Inspector nodded and walked the opposite way towards their room. Timcanpy, who was resting on his Master's white head, glanced behind them as Allen opened the door to the men's restroom, and flapped his wings when he noticed an unfamiliar shadow intermixing with a pillar's silhouette. The boy closed the door to the restroom and locked himself inside the last stall at the end.
"You think he took the bait, Timcanpy?" Allen whispered. The golden golem nodded slightly and the young Exorcist sighed. "No one must really want me here," he thought, as he stepped onto the toilet's seat to hide his feet from view. As he crouched down and waited, the boy started to think of the younger days—the days when he had to deal with Cross' stalkers (debt collectors) and fend for himself however he could. Oh, the happy adolescent days.
He stayed silent as the door to the bathroom swung open and light footsteps echoed through the acoustic room. Allen bent down and peeked through the bottom of the stall door, watching the footsteps approach his stall stealthily. He strained the muscles in his legs and mentally counted down as the person came closer and closer.
Three.
Two.
One.
He jumped over the stall using his hands on the top of the door as support and pounced on the unknown figure. I quickly grabbed the person's hands and held it in one fist while pinning the head to the ground with the other. Timcanpy fluttered in excitement.
"What are your reasons for following me?" Allen interrogated. "I don't want to hurt you so let's sort this out like gentlemen, shall we?"
He firmly tightened his grasp on the man and inspected his suspect. With straight jet black hair the length of his shoulders tied in a small ponytail and a lengthy white lab coat stretching all the way down to the man's knees, the person seemed to belong to the Science Department. But why was this man following him? Allen let go of the man's head and gently shook his shoulder.
"Excuse me, can you answer my question? Hello?" The man didn't budge, not even a struggle, and Allen, in order to confirm his suspicions, turned the person over face up. His eyes widened as he spotted cracked rectangular glasses crookedly covering closed eyelids and trickles of blood oozing down the man's cheek. The boy started to panic.
"Are you okay, sir? Say something!" he shouted.
The door to the bathroom slammed open, revealing Link with his switch blade pointing out of his sleeve. "What's wrong, Walker?"
Allen and Timcanpy simultaneously looked up at the Inspector in horror.
"Link… I think I killed him."
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"I don't have to lift a finger? What do you mean by that?"
Bak frowned. "Don't worry about it and just worry about other duties. It's currently being taken care of."
Komui was confused. What could he possibly be saying? "I don't understand—"
"There you are Supervisor," interrupted a feminine voice. The Supervisor stopped in his tracks and awkwardly turned his head around.
"Oh, um, Secretary Fey," he stuttered. "What brings you here?" The woman dropped a thick stack of paperwork in Komui's hands. "The meeting is over," she said, "and we have a very busy schedule. Now quicken your pace and come to your office. There are more papers waiting to be confirmed by you."
Komui mentally groaned. In the corner of his eye, he saw Bak chuckling at his predicament. "Don't laugh. It's not funny."
"Oh no, it's funny alright. Real funny," he said.
"Found you, Idiot Bak!" another female voice said, only this time, it sounded angrier and less lady-like than Secretary Fey. Bak realizing who the voice belonged to ran with all his being away from the source of the vocals. A hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down with two feet standing on his back.
"Fou! Let go of me!" strained out the Asia Head.
"Think you can run away, eh?" Fou started stomping her feet on his spinal cord. "You spend way too much time at HQ, Idiot Bak. It's time to head back home."
"No way in hell! Let go, you twit!"
"Huh!? Do you forget that I'm older than you?! Show some damn respect!"
Komui watched as Bak was being dragged away by the Asia Branch Guardian. The blonde cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out to him. "Don't worry about a thing! That's what assistants are for, aren't they!"
"What are you blabbering about, Idiot Bak!" Fou asked.
"None of your concern!"
As Bak and Fou left, the Supervisor walked towards his office as Fey started listing off their schedule that must be completed. He was too deep in thought to pay attention however.
Why did Bak say those last sentences? To a random person, it would have been thought that both he and Bak were lazy Heads who left the dirty work to their assistants. But that wasn't the case here. As they both despised work, they weren't irresponsible. There had to be some meaning behind Bak's words. A code perhaps, like one Sherlock Holmes would crack. He thought long and hard about it, but the more he pondered, the more his brain pulsed.
Frustration crept up on Komui. What did it mean?! Komui hadn't felt this stressed since Allen left for the North American Branch.
The Chinese man lowered his eyes. He felt responsible for what was happening to the boy and only wished he could help. But he was the middle man in the complex hierarchy of Central and the Vatican. There was nothing he could do, and he definitely couldn't just march over to the Branch and inquire about Allen's welfare. It would be very irresponsible of the Black Order's Supervisor. Not to mention that it was bad reputation for a leader to be fooling around with his power, as little power as he had. His responsibility was to take care of the staff and Exorcists in HQ. The North American Branch was out of his jurisdiction.
"Oh!"
Komui stopped walking and pushed up his glasses with his fore and middle finger. So that's what Bak meant! Oh ho. He suddenly felt a glimmer of hope shining down on him from heaven. He actually thought ahead of him, that sneaky little man. But he couldn't be too happy about this. They weren't out of the blue yet. But this way, he can keep tabs on Allen whenever he could. He could watch over the poor unlucky boy. He could—
"Supervisor. What are you fooling around for?" Fey commanded. "There's no use stalling. It is time for work."
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Allen folded a small towel and dipped it into a bowl halfway filled with water. After squeezing out any unnecessary liquid, the boy dabbed it on the unconscious man, sponging away any semi-dry blood staining his face. Tim also helped along by fanning the man's forehead with his swirl-like tail. Allen waited anxiously to see any sign of awakening. He backed up from the man when he spotted his eyelids twitching.
"A-Are you okay, sir?" the boy asked of the injured man. A mumbling replied the Exorcist and Allen leaned in a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I didn't quite hear that."
"Mmm… shnice bo vetch mbyou… "
"Huh?"
The man's eyes shot open as he swiftly stood up, knocking Allen over, and rushed towards Link, who was leaning against the wall writing in his notebook. The Inspector's book and pen fell to the floor as the man grabbed his hands.
"Allen Walker! It's nice to see you again!" he said while shaking the blonde's hand enthusiastically. "You do remember me don't you?" Link narrowed his red eyes and shook the man's hands away.
"The Allen Walker you speak of," he explained calmly, "is over there."
The black-haired man turned around to see the white-haired boy sitting on the floor and rubbing his head while clumsily waving at him.
"Uh… nice to meet you?"
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"I am extremely sorry for knocking you out, injuring you and breaking your glasses!" said Allen while crouching on the floor.
"No no! I am also sorry for pushing you away and mistaking the braided man over there for you!" the other cried out. The man, like Allen, was on all hands and knees, bowing down in deep apology.
Link frowned disapprovingly. "Stand up both of you. And you." He pointed to the man in the lab coat with his pen. "I would like you to show your ID."
"Eh? Why?"
"So I can have you incarcerated," he said.
The man jumped up in shock. "What did I do wrong?!"
Link scribbled something in his notebook. "Allegations of stalking, bodily harm against my charge—Allen Walker, improper manhandling of an Inspector." He raised one eye at the accused. "Would you like me to continue? Or would you like to turn yourself in to spare yourself the shame?"
Allen, noticing that the man appeared to be fainting, stood up and approached the Inspector. "You don't have to report him Link. He didn't do anything wrong," he said, trying to be convincing. "Besides, I was the one who hurt him to the point he started bleeding."
The blonde was still writing nonstop. "That is considered self defense against a stalker. But who knew a stalker who meant bodily harm did no wrong."
Allen was silent at the sarcasm. The other man however, snapped out of his partial fainting and retorted back.
"I never meant any harm, honest! That was just an accident since I wasn't able to see without my glasses," he explained. He turned towards Allen. "Really! Walker, I just wanted to see you again."
TImcanpy drooped his golden head. That man had 'stalker' pasted all over him.
The boy gained some suspicions. "I'm sorry. But who are you?"
"Don't you remember me?" the man stuttered with an Asian accent. "I'm from the Asia branch!"
Allen gaped his mouth in surprise. "Really?!"
The man nodded eagerly. "Yes yes! From the Ark incident! You remember!"
"Eh… sorry, but I've never seen you before."
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Gawd, I sort of made this chapter choppy didn't I? With failed attempts at comedy too. What did you guys think of my OC? He's actually really important to the plot so please try not to hate him. (Hint: He's like my kin.)
By the way, doesn't Komui and Bak seem like America and England from Hetalia? Just saying.