Merry early Christmas/Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah! It's Sunday the 18th, which can only mean one thing: Allegro's Crescendo update! ^_^ And, here it is, for your viewing/reading pleasure~!
I apologize ahead of time if Kanda seems Out of Character, as well as for the excessive swearing in this chapter [it's Kanda, what do you expect?]
Now, let The Eighth Movement commence!
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own D,Gray-Man... Maybe for Christmas...?
Allegro's Crescendo
Allen was never found by Cross after attempting to bring Mana back. Neither did the Millennium Earl or the Noah's take him in. No, a third party found young Allen instead, and from that day on, he wasn't 'Allen' anymore. Instead, the Destroyer of Time gained a new name. That name was…
The Eighth Movement: Marcato
"Stupid Finders…" Kanda muttered under his breath, kicking a rock in the street that was lying in front of him out of fury. His right hand was shoved in his pocket while his left was curled around the long box that was currently hiding Mugen- his sword.
He wasn't allowed to have it out because he was supposed to be acting like some 'innocent' kid or something idiotic like that. And apparently little 'innocent' kids didn't carry around swords, ready to be attacked at any moment. But, he couldn't just leave Mugen behind because of the threat of Akuma, so the concession had been made that he carry it around in the box it currently was in.
If he was asked, he was supposed to say that he was supposed to be making a delivery to some lame-ass place that he hadn't been bothered to remember, and that that was what the box was for.
"Find…er?" A voice from behind him parroted. "What's a Finder? And why're you calling them stupid?" Kanda twitched, and turned around, his hand coming out of his pocket and resting on the box that concealed Mugen.
It was a little boy. Even smaller than Lenalee, small enough to be a Moyashi. With almost completely white hair and storm grey eyes, wearing a green shirt, black gloves, and pants that were rolled up so they weren't on the ground, revealing black shoes.
"Why do you want to know?" Kanda spat back, hesitating a minute before tacking on, "Moyashi." As some sort of insult.
"Just asking," The boy responded childishly. "Did they make you mad for some reason?"
"Maybe." Kanda growled. "But like I said before, what's it to you? Or are you just slow, Moyashi?"
"Hey, I already said that I was just wondering." The boy retorted. "And what's a moyashi?"
"You're a Moyashi." Kanda answered gruffly, turning away from the boy, leaving. "Now leave me alone." And he started walking.
…Only to hear footsteps chasing after him.
"Hey, wait for me, Miss Priss!" That annoying voice called out after him. And that name… 'Miss Priss'… It made his eye twitch. And it made him want to slice that little boy up.
"No." Kanda called back childishly. "I don't have to." And to further rile the little boy, he started walking faster, because he could, and because he had longer legs than the Moyashi so he could cover more ground than him and possibly lose him.
"Jerk!" The Moyashi called after him. "Asshole!" They were at name calling now? Kanda ignored it, going on down the street. He had to find that stupid little accommodator kid that that stupid General lost.
"Hey!" The boy shouted again. "I. Said. Wait. Up!" And the next thing Kanda knew, the box with Mugen was flying from his grip, and his face was receiving a dangerously close introduction to the cobblestone street as the little boy tackled him.
"What the hell was that for Moyashi?" Kanda snarled into the street, seeing as he didn't have much mobility at the time.
"You didn't wait for me, jerk!" The little boy responded huffily. "When people tell you to wait, you're supposed to wait!"
"Yeah, yeah," Kanda grumbled. "Will you get off of me now?" Kanda could feel the boy shifting on top of him, and it wasn't all that a pleasant of feeling.
The boy hesitated before he spoke.
"Are you going to run away the minute I get off of you?"
"No." Yes.
"Alright then…" There was an increase of pain on Kanda's lower back, before he heard the sound of the Moyashi's feet hitting the bricks, followed shortly by the boy getting off of him. Kanda was off like a shot, grabbing Mugen, almost into the crowd and away from the Moyashi when…
A foot snaked out, tripping him, sending him back down onto the cobblestones once more. The kids' black shoes were right in front of his face, and Kanda craned his head up to see the younger boy looking down at him.
"I thought you said you weren't going to run off?" The boy asked curiously, still looking down at Kanda, not even bothering to offer to help Kanda up- not like he would have taken it, anyways.
"What's it matter to you, Moyashi?" Kanda picked himself off the street a second time, but didn't bolt this time. He figured it wasn't worth it- the Moyashi would follow him nonetheless.
"Why're you carrying that box around?" The Moyashi sidestepped his question, asking one of his own.
"Again, what's it matter to you?" Kanda shot back, starting a brisk walk down the street once more, never looking back to see if the Moyashi was following him or not.
"Just curious," Was his reply, and Kanda scoffed.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?" Not that Kanda's mom did. As far as he knew, he didn't have one. Which was perfectly fine with him.
"No." The Moyashi's response was lighthearted. "I never knew my parents. They either died, or just abandoned me. Don't know which, and I never really bothered thinking of it."
…Ouch. Kanda hadn't seen that one coming.
"But it's okay," he continued, not waiting for Kanda to respond. "It doesn't matter. 'Sides, isn't the other half of that saying of yours something about satisfaction bringing it back or something like that? At least, that's what Miss Erika says…"
"Who?" The question was out of Kanda's mouth before he think about it, and his feet stopped on his own. That name was familiar somehow…
"Miss Erika." The Moyashi repeated, stopping next to him. "She's my…" He hesitated for a moment, as if he were unsure what he was supposed to call her. "Well, I don't really know what she is. She takes care of me, even though we aren't related."
"Caretaker?" Kanda stared at the Moyashi in front of him a bit numbly as he finally placed the name.
Erika. As in Erika Knox. The Erika Knox that was supposedly such a crazed lunatic she shot the General just to keep her paws on the accommodator- the accommodator who must be the Moyashi in front of him.
Though the Moyashi didn't look much like how the accommodator boy had been described. Sure, he had the same eye color, but that was it. He didn't have the scar that the General had described him having, and his hair was all white, not whatever-color the General had said it was streaked with white.
"Sure…?" The Moyashi's response came off as more a question than a solid statement.
"Che. Stupid Moyashi." Kanda resumed walking.
"What's Moyashi mean?" The Moyashi asked, trotting after Kanda like a lost puppy.
Kanda ignored him.
The Moyashi still followed.
~~Marcato~~
"Why the hell are you still following me?" Kanda had snapped after a while. The Moyashi had been following him for what seemed to be the past hour now, and had been chatting non-stop, holding a mostly [largely] one sided conversation.
"Because you're interesting!" The Moyashi retorted cheekily, grinning. There was a moment of silence, Kanda debating whether it would be worth it to punch the kid when he tacked on,
"'Sides, I heard you telling some lady that that box you're carrying," He indicated towards the box that housed Mugen, "Was to go to someplace on Rosario Lane, and we've passed that street six times already."
"And?" Kanda snapped back. "What of it? Maybe I don't want to go there."
He was horrified that he sounded so childish. It was unlike Kanda to sound that childish, even if he did [though he would never admit aloud to anybody but himself] act a little childish around Lenalee. But for good reason! S-She was a girl, and she would always pout and go teary eyed and it made Kanda feel like crap when she did that, and it would remind him of him and then he'd have to act childish, just to make her stop crying and to forget.
"Then why don't you just go home?" The Moyashi asked in response.
"What makes you think I have a home to go back to?" Kanda snapped in return. He didn't care if this boy was a glimmer of a possibility of being that accommodator that the General had lost, he was fucking annoying.
"Well, don't you have a family to go back to, at least?" The Moyashi's voice was small.
The Order…
Asian Branch…
A Faceless, nameless woman…
Him…
"No." Kanda's voice was short, answer clipped.
The Moyashi stopped, looking at him hesitantly, a pained sort of look crossing over his face.
"No?" He echoed, voice small. "You don't have anyone?"
"That's generally what 'no' means, baka."
"B-But," The Moyashi was at an utter lack for words. "You can't just not have anybody!"
"Well, I don't." Kanda was ready to let the matter drop.
"Y-You can come with me!" The Moyashi, though, apparently wasn't.
"What?" His words were ground out, harsh.
"Come with me!" The Moyashi grabbed his hand holding it tightly, looking up at him with those pouting eyes that Lenalee always used when she wanted to get Kanda to do something for her. "Miss Erika won't mind, promise! She cares a lot, she really does! She likes kids, I know it! Otherwise-" He didn't get any further, because Kanda had gotten fed up, and had decided, damned it all to hell, he was going to slice this kid up no matter the repercussions.
"What the hell?" The Moyashi shrieked like a girl, and it brought a [sadistic] smile to his face.
"I don't know what sort of twisted world you live in," Kanda growled, not moving Mugen from its spot, barely an inch away from the Moyashi's forehead, "But the real world where I live isn't so nicely decorated."
"I'll say," The Moyashi's voice cracked a little, rising a little in fear. "What kind of freak gives a ten year old a fucking sword?"
"I'm twelve!" Kanda snarled, Mugen moving forward a bit, the Moyashi backing up in response.
"My point!" The Moyashi squeaked. "Who trusts you with that thing? 'Cause I certainly don't!"
"The Order." The words ripped out of his mouth before Kanda could register what he had been asked or what he had answered.
Either way, it was obviously not the right answer.
"T-The Order?" The Moyashi asked, taking two steps back. "I thought Miss Erika was kidding! You're with the kid-snatcher organization?"
Fuck. This was the accommodator that the General had lost. Just brilliant. And, apparently, The Order hadn't been played to a stellar light in this kid's eyes.
But, unfortunately, he was right- The Order took accommodators where they could find them, despite their age.
"I-I'll just go." The Moyashi was in a big hurry to go, but Kanda wasn't going to let him go- he wasn't able, because the Moyashi was his current mission, and as much as Kanda hated The Order, he never failed a mission.
"No, I don't think so." Kanda grabbed the Moyashi's arm as he turned to leave. "You're coming with me."
"W-What?" The Moyashi choked out as Kanda started to drag him away. "Where?"
"The Order." Kanda replied, not stopping.
"Like Hell!" The Moyashi spat, digging his heels into the cobblestone. "I'm not going anywhere unless I'm with Miss Erika, asshole!"
Kanda turned, ready to give the Moyashi a piece of his mind when…
Pain filled the side of his head, vision going black.
~~Allegro's Crescendo~~
Reminder: I did mention that this Kanda would be a mix of canon and who we thought he was before canon. Just so it clears up some confusion.
There's no preview this week for next chapter. As I mentioned a few chapters ago because of the late update, I auditioned for District Band in my area. I made it, and because of the concert and Region Auditions coming up in January, I need most of my vacation/free time for practicing. I will try and write when I have a chance, but I'm going to give you the heads up that I may not update at all between now and January 8/15. Sorry about that.
Read, review, ask questions if you want, and tell me what you think~! ^_^
~~Paw-Chan signing Out~~