There was a certain sense of self satisfaction that presented itself when something was slipped right under your boss's nose. Or at least that's what Tyki Mikk thought as he walked away from that kid. Not a kid anymore though, which struck Tyki as odd in some ways.
He'd remembered picking the kid up as a tot, she'd stared at him with wide grey eyes that shook him down to his core. She didn't scream like the other's had. There was a cold calculated aura about that kid, and it was damn uncanny.
She'd kept it. Secretly he rooted for her as she figured the best ways to keep the demons at bay. After a while a mere glance would stop them from approaching, Tyki wasn't even quite sure what she'd done, the tapes showed nothing out of the ordinary.
He never understood why the Earl'd done it. He honestly didn't. Why did you throw fucking toddlers out to the demons and make em fend for themselves? They died nine times out of ten, the multiple trials had shown as such. And then there were the criteria, grey eyes red hair. That was it, and female. Always female. The parent had to be taken care of of course, didn't want any missing peoples reports.
It happened anyway. And the one good part of Tyki that was left hated it. He didn't wince anymore at the memory of tiny children being torn apart limb by limb and eaten by a creature so terrifying they hadn't a chance to fight back.
He'd been staring at his ceiling when the phone rang. Unknown number of course, Kanda was tempted to ignore it. But he picks it up, and answers.
"Kanda." Allen's voice sounds from the other end.
"Where the fuck are you." Kanda states, rage suddenly bubbling up to the surface again.
"Somewhere. Doesn't really matter to you does it?" Allen responds.
"Fuck you. Lenalee is in hysterics and Lavi's been with her half the night. Where the fuck are you beansprout?" Kanda spits out.
Kanda can hear Allen sigh, and a faint rustling. "Fuck." She finally says after length.
"What the fuck did you want." Kanda asks.
"I don't know how to ask this, but do you want to go to England?"
"Excuse me Ma'am; we are looking for information on a child that lived around here about 15 years back, known as Red." Allen asks, her face speaking of tranquility and sincerity. It puzzles Kanda, he still didn't quite know if he wanted to know about the fucking beansprout.
"You mean that demon child? I remember Red. Nasty brat he was, disappeared fourteen years back now." The woman winces as she remembers. Her words take Kanda by surprise, surely that couldn't be Allen, Allen was too fucking nice to everyone. Except herself.
"Why do you call him demon child might I ask?" Allen requested, keeping her smile polite. She had dressed the part of a woman in her twenties today for this, even going as far as to apply some cosmetics beyond the usual bit that covered her scar. The result had been startling to say the least, accenting her odd hair and her odd ancient silver eyes. Kanda didn't quite understand why she had done what she did, not that he really cared.
"That child was nearly feral. The church tried to take em in but didn't work. Too smart for his years and could fight to the point that no one would get near the thing." This didn't sound like Allen, this person named Red was the farthest thing from Allen that Kanda could think of. Allen winces, remembering just how she was back then, how she was up until Mana's death. It wasn't something she liked remembering, it was painful and horrible. But that sort of thing you have to remember or it'll hurt more than it already does.
"Thank you ma'am, if you would please send me a note if anyone else comes asking about him?" Handing the woman a slip of paper with an email written neatly Allen smiles kindly again, and the woman smiles back at the young woman and pats her hand softly.
"No problem youngun. If its more information you're wanting go and ask the lady Anita down the road, next door to the church. She spent some time with the boy." A face comes with the name, but Allen thanks the woman again and walks away, Kanda following a bit behind. Kanda was being Kanda, pissed off at having to follow Allen on this trip. It was his choice though, coming along. The others didn't even know they were here right now, Kanda making some vague excuse that everyone took at face value.
The door brings back memories she didn't know she had. Somehow, she gains the strength to raise her arm to knock. The woman who answers looks familiar, though her thick black hair had grayed some and her face grown older, faint wrinkles surrounding her dark eyes.
"Hello ma'am, the lady down the road told me to ask you for information about Red?" Allen smiles sweetly, and Kanda is highly tempted to puke.
"Come in, its been a while eh?" The woman smiles back, a sad tired smile but a smile nonetheless.
"What do you mean?" asks Allen, though she had an idea about just what she was talking about.
"Even with that new scar of yours and the change of hair color I'd think I'd recognize you, child. Now why are you looking information about yourself, I ought to ask what happened after you disappeared out of thin sight." Anita has Allen and Kanda sit on the couch. (to her amusement they subconsciously seat themselves as far apart as the couch would allow.)
"I got adopted by the clown in the traveling circus. Mana, he died some years back." Allen says sheepishly.
"What do you go by now, I imagine its something different than Red." Anita asks, still smiling.
"Allen Walker. I'm an exorcist of sorts now, this is Kanda." Allen says, fiddling her fingers on her lap. The room was warm, decorated in a vaguely Chinese style.
"Hm, hello Kanda. Tea?" Anita asks, studying Kanda as she stands. Kanda nods politely, staring stonily at some corner of the room.
Anita is gone only a few minutes before she comes back with a tray which she sets down on the coffee table. She gestures for Allen and Kanda to help themselves, which they do- each murmuring thanks.
"I remember when you came here, well you were running, took you in when you asked someone to hide you." Anita says after a few minutes of silence. "A man came knocking on the door shortly after, asking if I'd seen a little kid run by. Said I hadn't because the man was too slippery and you were terrified. Cleaned you off later on and you were covered in scars, said you were three years old- your arm was bothering you, you fell into a high fever for a week. When you woke up you apparently forgot everything, and left the house and got by on the street. Also, you kept calling yourself 14. Number fourteen, its stuck with me since it really was odd the way you said it, eyes wide and solemn and all." Anita lets her voice trail into silence.
"Thank you." Allen responds.
"And Allen, would you be that same Allen Marion took in a couple years back?" Anita asks, taking both Allen and Kanda by surprise. For different reasons, Kanda had no idea who Marion was and Allen paling at the mention of her master's first name said so casually.
"M-master Cross?" Allen says, her voice unsteady. Kanda is puzzled, was Cross really this Marion person? And who in their right mind would name their child fucking Marion of all things. Marion. Fucking Marion. Marion was a berry; Marion was an old fuckhead's name.
"Oh yes, so it is you Allen!" Anita smiles broadly, standing to hug Allen gently. "I thought this apprentice must be something, Marion wouldn't stop going on and on about how the child was a demon."
Allen winces, of course Cross would say as much. Of course. In reality out of the two of them Cross was closer to being a demon then Allen ever would be if she had her way.
I have no excuses whatsoever. I just hit a bit of a writer's block- it isn't gone yet but I figured this is better than nothing.
Sorry guys :(
aariah out