A/N: Wow! Thank you to all those who reviewed! I can't believe how popular this story is! So here is Chapter 2. I'm sorry for being late but this was thought up really quickly. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own D. gray man.
The Dangers of Having to Enroll in School and Too Much Knowledge
For the most part, Allen was fine with a ghost living with him. Every place he had gone to with his Master had at least one so he was okay with it. So he was used to them and even enjoyed talking with them when they deemed him safe enough. That is, until he met this one.
The anger and irritation didn't come until morning when Allen was rudely awakened with a bucket of freezing cold water thrown over him and a few hard stabs with Mugen's sheath. Not a good thing to wake up to.
"Get up, you stupid moyashi!" a harsh voice barked in annoyance. "You're going to sleep the day away if you don't wake up!"
"Go 'way," Allen mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head. Kanda was, to put it simply, pissed beyond words. The blanket was pulled off and Allen received a hard blow in the forehead. "Ow! What was that for?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He gave the ghost a withering gaze.
"I've been trying to get you up for the past half hour," Kanda snapped before looking away. But the cursed boy caught the slight color on the man's face and doubted vaguely if it was possible for ghosts to blush when they didn't have blood in their veins. And why was Kanda blushing anyway?
"Eh? Why?" Allen yawned cutely and stretched his limbs lethargically.
"Don't you have a school to enroll in?" the swordsman asked. There was a pause before all hell broke loose.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Allen screamed, before bolting out of the comfy bed and changing into his shirt and vest quickly. Kanda courteously looked away.
"I did," Kanda smirked, facing the wall, "But apparently, your head is too thick for you to receive any wake up calls the first or thirtieth time."
"Hey!" Allen glared at the Japanese ghost. "I am not!"
"Whatever, beansprout," Kanda rolled his eyes.
"And I'm not a beansprout!" Allen complained. "I have a name, you know. Allen! A-L-L-E-N. Can't you say those two measly syllables?"
"You're a beansprout and that's what I'll call you until you deserve otherwise," the raven-haired man stated bluntly. Allen let out a groan of aggravation before heading out the door.
"I'll be back in a few hours," the white-haired boy called out. "I have to enroll in school and go buy some groceries." Then as an after thought, "When I come home, we can sort out why you're still in this world." The door slammed shut and Kanda was alone again.
So what was there to do now?
"So your guardian left you the house?" the school secretary glanced up at the albino kid. There was something about him that irked her. It wasn't the child's white hair or abnormal scar. No, it was the child's presence that seemed to leak a mysterious and somewhat dangerous air. She hesitated a little when he burst into the office for registration.
"Um, yes," Allen rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "So I need to apply to this school please." He added a charismatic smile.
"Very well," the secretary smiled back. "Welcome to Dark Order Academy. I hope you'll find our school satisfactory and enjoy your stay. I'll get a student to show you around. Ah, here comes one now. Lavi-san?"
Allen turned around. A tall boy with flaming red hair swaggered over. What was particular about him was that he had a green headband and an eye patch over one eye.
"Ah, a new kid," Lavi broke into a wide grin.
"This is Allen Walker," the school secretary introduced without looking up. "He'll be in your class from now on so would you please show him around?"
"No prob," the redhead shot the cursed boy another smile. "My name is Lavi but you can call me the all-powerful Master Lavi!"
"It's nice to meet you, Lavi-san," Allen bowed.
"Oh! A British boy!" Lavi hooked his arm around Allen's shoulders. "We're going to get along fine." And they headed out. Or rather, the redhead dragged Allen who looked confused and slightly fearful with his tour guide.
They walked around the entire school. Lavi turned out to be very intelligent but full of mischief. Allen was surprised to find out that the school's campus was actually not as big as he thought but hard to navigate through. He sighed tiredly-he was going to have a hell of a time finding his way around the place.
"So that's the music room, and here is your soon-to-be homeroom!" Lavi swept out his hand in a welcoming gesture and thus ended their tour. "By the way, Allen-chan. Where do you live?"
"Oh, I live on the house on the street right outside of the school," Allen pointed in a general direction. The older boy gawked at him as the shorter boy began to question himself if there was anything wrong with the house he resided in.
"No way, do you mean the house with all the ivy around it?" Lavi clarified. The confused boy nodded slowly. "That house is haunted! They say that anyone who enters never leave without a major sword injury. How come you're living there anyway?"
Allen laughed nervously and mentally cursed his sadistic master for dumping him in a haunted house. And Kanda had a lot of explaining to do when he got home.
"My er, guardian left me the house," Allen explained, blushing and staring at the floor with dread. "And sooner or later, debts will be pouring in and I'll be up to my neck trying to pay them off. It's a never ending cycle." A visible shudder went up his spine.
"Harsh," Lavi muttered, feeling the pain for his new British friend and patted Allen's shoulder.
"But at least I have friends now!" Allen smiled at the taller teen.
"Oi, moyashi," a voice behind him spoke up.
"Ack!" Allen jumped five feet into the air from fright.
"Allen-chan?" Lavi eyed his new friend who just leaped and shouted out randomly, "Are you alright?"
"Er, yes," the younger boy tried ignoring Kanda who looked very angry all of a sudden and eyed Lavi with a look of distaste. "Um, I need to go home now! See you tomorrow, Lavi-san!"
And he bolted away with Kanda trailing after him.
"Odd," the redhead mused as he watched Allen run away, "He'll fit right in."
"Kanda!" Allen scolded, "What are you doing here? You startled me!"
"I don't like that stupid rabbit," Kanda ignored his rant and chose to say instead, "You shouldn't be hanging around with idiots like him."
"Lavi-san is nice to me and he showed me around school!" Allen pointed out. "You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot see. And answer the question!"
"Che, why should I answer to a puny child?" the older man smirked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Steam came out of Allen's ear and he gritted his teeth to stop an oncoming flow of insults to throw at the Japanese ghost.
"Fine," Allen turned around and stalked off. "I'm going to buy some groceries. You can follow me or go back home."
Kanda said nothing but decided to stay close to the white-haired child.
As Allen bought food for himself, Kanda thought about why he had followed the smaller male. It was the first time since he had died that he had stepped out of the house and that had taken miraculous effort. Why did he do it?
If anything, he blamed it on the weird feeling in his stomach when he saw his moyashi (he didn't want to admit it out loud any time soon) with someone else. The sight made him furious for some reason. It unsettled him and made him want to snatch away the moyashi and cut the annoying redhead to pieces just because he had made Allen smile. Strange? He thought so too.
"Kanda?" said beansprout waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you alright? You're spacing out again."
"Shut up," Kanda turned around avoiding the boy's puzzled gaze. "Are you done yet?"
"Yes," Allen brushed off his rude mannerism and smiled. "You've been acting very peculiar today, Bakanda. Anything on your mind?"
Allen was rewarded with another one of his famous 'Che' and a harsh glare. Needless to say, the walk home was very quiet and awkward.
"So," Alle began, after setting down his fifth plate of abnormal-looking but still edible mitarashi dango and reaching for the sixth plate he had cooked. "Why are you still in this plane of existence?"
Kanda did not answer but instead wondered about the white-haired boy's seemingly small stature yet inhuman appetite. How the hell did the kid shove so much food into his stomach without gaining an ounce? It was scientifically impossible and overall disturbing. If Kanda was any less of the man he was now, he would be sick just watching Allen eat that much food. And thank the Heavenly Lord for his current status as a ghost. At least his stomach (or lack thereof) was spared the disgusting sight.
"Hey! Kanda!" a hand shook him roughly.
"You eat a lot for a beansprout," the raven-haired man deadpanned. The hand automatically turned into a fist and punched his shoulder lightly.
"Shut up!" the cursed boy turned pink, "It's because I have to feed my Innocence and myself!"
"Innocence?" that word seemed familiar to Kanda but he didn't know why.
"Whatever, you won't understand," Allen brushed it off again, "Let's get this over with. Do you have any idea why you're here? You know, a ghost, living here, not seeking eternal peace or damnation, not going to the after-"
"I get it," Kanda cut in gruffly. He looked thoughtful and grave for a moment and contemplated whether to tell the moyashi. He looked up after a while. "It's because of a curse. I am searching for someone."
Allen blinked.
"How long have you been dead?"
"Not long. Two hundred year, I think. What is it to you, beansprout?"
Allen blinked again.
"You do realize that whomever you were searching for is long gone, right?"
"Of course, I killed that bitch. It's her house that I live in and you (unfortunately) own."
"Wait, WHAT?" Allen shrieked, instantly shifting his gaze around the room. He squirmed in his seat. Holy... this was getting to be more uncomfortable than it was supposed to. But then again, that explained the good taste in interior decorating.
"Gods, as if you couldn't be any louder," Kanda put his hand over his ears.
"Then why are you searching for her?" Allen asked.
"Because she put this curse over me, before I killed her," Kanda ground out, his patience slowly being stretched out. "I can't go to wherever the afterlife that you say there is."
"Okay, so she put a curse over you," Allen repeated slowly, digesting it in his head. "Why did you kill her and what is this curse?"
"I was alive when she did this to me. I spent my whole life looking for her, trying to make her take it back," Kanda mumbled so Allen had to strain his ear to catch the words, "In the end, I killed her because she could remove it."
Allen felt the sadness and regret radiate from the older man and moved to hug him. Kanda stiffened but did not move away.
"Moyashi? What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Shut up and enjoy it," Allen shot back with an understanding look in his silver eyes. Kanda turned away and did not move out of it. He continued with his story.
"I found that even after I died, the curse is still intact and I'm stuck in this world," he went on.
"You still haven't told me what this curse is," Allen reminded him.
"In exchange for remarkable healing ability, part of my life is taken away. There is an hourglass that is used to monitor my lifespan."
"Oh."
"I died but I realized I was still in this world. When I looked back, there was still a petal hanging on. Not enough to keep me alive but enough to make sure I stay here."
"Petal?" Allen questioned. Why kind of hourglass used petals?
Kanda didn't say anymore but instead loosened himself from Allen.
"You should go to sleep soon," Kanda replied. "You're starting school tomorrow, aren't you?"
Allen nodded, still taking time to process this. He still needed to know more but it felt like the taller man wasn't going to divulge anymore today. Despite that, they had made progress. But something in him was off.
Allen felt a sense of longing to help him to the eternal peace or wherever souls went when they died. That was to be expected since he was a spirit medium but something darker and deeper than that boiled in his stomach. A deep selfish desire in him wanted to keep Kanda here with him. To make sure he would never leave Allen. But the white-haired teen thought nothing of it since it was just a small part of him right now. He was sure the feeling would pass.
"And I'm not going to wake you up this time," Kanda smirked. "After all, you're skull is too thick and I shouldn't waste my effort."
"Hey!" Allen pouted, making him adorable. Kanda turned around, hiding his blush and pulled Allen back into the bedroom.
"Go to sleep, Allen," Kanda whispered.
Said boy was still fuming and didn't notice that the ghost had finally called him by his given name.
A/N: And there is an extra long chapter to hold you guys over while I think up more plot. Also, I might not be updating any time soon because school is starting and it is going to kill off most of my time. So I beg of you; don't shoot me. Also, please review if you enjoyed it.