Ch 13
_______School is a shitty place that smells of lockers and bathrooms.______
"Ready?" Kanda half smirked, watching the boy, amused. The brat was nervous. Extremely nervous. He was biting his lip, absentmindedly gripping his hair.
"Y-yeah, I think s-so…" He gulped, feeling a strange weakness in the knees. The moment he waited his whole life was finally on its way. And he definitely was not ready. Kanda tcheed, trying to alleviate the uneasiness.
"Money?" Allen busily rumbled through the pockets.
"Yup." He nodded, showing him the brown wallet.
"Backpack?" Allen pointed at his back.
"There it is." Kanda sighed. Somehow, this seemed so meaningless…
"Well, I-I'm g-going!" Tch.
"Go, go already. I'll pick you up at six." The car yelled and bit the road, leaving an empty space behind. Allen gripped his backpack. Finally. He turned around, facing the huge black building. A shiver of excitement and fear run down his spine, making him cower slightly. Uh, he was going to go to school. Now he was in front of it. Now he had to enter the huge gates. Not in the future, now. Now. Heck, that was a problem. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the task.
"Allen-kun?" The boy jumped up, as if he just has been electrocuted. An Asian girl, taller than him, with long pigtails. Who the heck is she? Um, maybe he should ignore her? Or…
"Anoo~, I'm sorry, you don't know me," she friendly addressed him, revealing a shy smile. She wasn't comfortable either. "I'm Komui Lee's sister…er…maybe you've.." Allen smiled like a fool. He had no idea who Komui was. The girl looked at him lost. He had to say something…
"I'm Allen Walker, I am new here!" The girl laughed, relieved. She was bad with intros. Allen smiled lopsidedly, scratching his head. The girl laughed again, more confidently. Her hand was extended. It was small, delicate, like a doll's.
"I'm Lenalee!" The boy held her palm. It was cool, even cold. She was just like a porcelain creature. "I can show you around the school, if you want!" Allen nodded hurriedly. He did not want to be alone here, in this new, strange place. Plus, he would surely get lost.
"Oh! Allen-kun! You have professor Bookman as your history teacher! How lucky!" The boy smiled, lost. She was looking at his schedule, nodding every time she saw a name known to her.
"Ummm, Lenalee? I have no idea who that is..." The girl stopped. Her eyes were violet. They entered the building, their paces resonating through the hall. They were too early. No one was here yet.
"I am sure you met him, Allen kun. He is Kanda-san's best friend! This is why Kanda san put you in this school!" Allen pouted. He had no idea who was Bookman. He knew Lavi, Reever, and that small teen, with glasses and laptop. Johnny or something... Hmmm, Bookman...Then he stopped, startled by the fact that this girl knew Kanda.
"You know Kanda?" The girl blushed. He swung her arms, gaily skipping through the hall.
"Yeah, I do. He has the prettiest hair I have ever seen..." She dreamily smiled, pulling her fingers through her own hair. "That is why I grew my own hair long." Allen stared, not sure if he followed. Then he finally got it.
"So...You like Kanda?" Lenalee stiffed. Even her dress stiffed. Her pigtails stiffed too, having a good example and following it.
"I...." Allen giggled. She was funny. He liked her. She hung her head, pigtails touching her shoes.
"Nee~ Lenalee, could you show me the cafeteria? I'm starving!" She nodded.
"Our cook is one of the best! He has pink hair, though..." Allen giggled again. He had a new friend now.
"Say, Lenalee, this is a musical school, right?" She smiled giddily. Her hair framed her face now. Allen stared. Kanda was Asian too. Both of them, Kanda and Lenalee held a strange charm.
"I play the violin." She said, making a sweeping motion. "And I guess you play the piano?" Allen snapped out of his daze when Lenalee poked his cheek.
"Allen?" He smiled stupidly. What's wrong with him?
"Ye-yeah, I think I want to play the piano..."
"Then..." she was serious now, "let's participate in the contest!" Allen stopped. He never heard about a contest.
"W-What contest?!" Lenalee was now spinning slowly, like a butterfly. So that's what was bugging him... She looked like a night-full, black butterfly.
"A musical contest, of course!"
"But I don't even know how to play!" The girl stopped spinning. She was dizzy.
"You have talent, Allen kun. And, besides, I will teach you! And professor Mikk will teach you!" Who the heck is professor Mikk?! Wait, he never saw his own schedule! He took out the paper, holding it carefully. Math, eh? Someone named Miranda Leto. He hated math. History...LAVI???? Bookman!!!! So, Lavi was a teacher? No way!!! He looked more like a reporter, or a paparazzi, or...a ....a hacker! But definitely not a TEACHER! Lenalee stopped dead in her track, curiously watching the kaleidoscope of emotions on the boy's face.
"Anooo... Lenalee? He timidly held up one hand, as if the girl was a teacher. "Who is Tycki Mikk? I never heard of him! And why do I have cooking classes?! WHAT KIND OF SCHOOL IS THIS?!" he was hyperventilating. Lenalee tssssed him, furiously holding up a finger. She dragged Allen behind a statue that represented a fat Mary Poppins, with the hat, and the umbrella. Wait, the statue had huge teeth. Maybe that was a beaver? His logic was crushed by some footsteps that loudly resonated through the hall. Lenalee was covering his mouth. She peeked above him. Her smell was strange and exotic.
"Look, Allen kun." She pointed at a tall man, with a top hat. WHAT KIND OF ERA WAS HE STUCK IN?!?! The man glanced at the statue. He had a mole under his eye. Curly hair and dark skin.
"Ummm, Lenalee, why are we hiding?" Lenalee smiled, letting go of his mouth. Her hand was wet with his breath.
"Because Mikk is there! He'll definitely will hit on you." Allen gulped. This was one strange school.
"Hit on me?!" Lenalee nodded gravely. She was sitting on the floor.
"My brother said that I have to hide when I see him! He said that Tycki Mikk hits on anything that has hole!"Allen turned toward her, shocked. He never expected something like that from her. She pouted. "I have no idea what he meant. But it doesn't hurt to be careful, ne?" He couldn't hold it in any longer. The laughter burst outside, cracking his ribs. Lenalee desperately tsssed and shhhed, glancing at the approaching teacher.
"Allen-kun! Please!!!!" She whispered, hitting him in the shoulder. Allen laughed even louder. He couldn't stop. His eyes were teary and blurry, and his cheeks were ready to blow up.
"Oya, shounen, what did you find so extremely amusing?" Allen choked, his laughter stuck in the throat. He started coughing like a tuberculosis infected man. Lenallee paled. The man looked at the pair, chuckling.
"What do we have here, a pair of lovebirds? Shounen, you just came and you are already popular? Oh my, you MUST teach me a few..." he was whispering in his ear now, "..secrets..." Allen backed away, shielding Lenallee. The man was creepy. He generously emitted a spicy, and evidently very pricey perfume. Allen choked again. Lenalee was behind him, gripping his arm. Even though she was taller, she was now two sizes smaller than the boy. NOW he understood. This man definitely would hit on her, never mind him.
"Lenalee," he whispered,"when I tell you, run. I will catch up." She glanced at him, horrified.
"You can't..." The boy was up, smiling. He closed his eyes, offering a hand to Mikk.
"Sir, I am very honored to know you! You are Tycki Mikk, right?" The man looked confused, but just for a second. He glanced at the girl behind Allen.
"Shounen, I am honored. I don't recall telling you my name-" Allen cocked his head, his eyes still closed. He was a picture of innocence now, he knew it.
"I was told you will teach me lay the piano. Can we start now?" The man lifted one brow. This boy... Allen suddenly moved, dragging Lenalee. The girl was fast. Tycki was gawking stupefied at the empty space before him. The brats were gone. He grinned. That boy was one cute pet.
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"Where am I?!" Allen was ready to howl. This stupid wall with the painting of a goblin Mary Poppins, no, director of the school was in his way again. For the third time. Lenalee was running with him just a second ago! Then she yelled "left"! He did turn left! He really did! THEN WHY, WHY WAS HE STUCK ON THIS FLOOR WITH NO ONE NEARBY? He needed to be in his classroom now!!
He sighed, banging his head into the wall, praying to some piteous God to send him someone who had an idea where his classroom was. Apparently, the God was lost too, for the answer was just a simple and banal headache. The goblin eyed him viciously. Seriously, how many Colgate tubes does he have to use per day?! Somewhere, a door banged. The boy jumped up at the sound, trying to run toward it, hoping that maybe, maybe the savior is just behind the corner. He turned, breathless, hoping to see a haloed person with the eyes of the saint. Nothing. Ugh...
"Oi, look what we have here!" The boy almost died due to a heart attack. Just in front of him, like strange, morbid crows, two boys appeared. One of them was evidently quite excited, for he jumped from one foot to another, clapping his palms. His venomous yellow eyes cackled with delight. He saw him somewhere before… The second one was a bunch of provoking clothing and spiky black hair. Or maybe blue? Allen smiled disarmingly. God, what kind of ugly angels do you have?!
"Excuse me…Could you tell me where Professor Bookman's classroom is?" The raven-head smiled, to Allen's amazement, quite charmingly.
"Of course we know! We know everything!" He cocked his head, closing one eye. Huh. He wore make up, at least on the eyes.
"Everything! Everything! Hih!" The second creature cackled, shaking his head. His hair was quite long. Allen's smile twitched. Normally, people would have already explained, if they knew. But the pair was just staring shamelessly, jumping around him and repeating the same word.
"Um, could you tell where it is?" The boys stopped, then the spike-head came closer to his friend. In unison, just as if they reiterated the movement many, many times, they put their arms together, across the shoulders. They stared mockingly, as if the boy was a piece of cheese they were ready to eat.
"Nope. No can do!!" they sing-sang, the older boy pinching Allen's cheek. He backed away, feeling disturbed. Then he smiled. There are times when his street tricks are useful even in his new life. Taking out a deck of cards he plopped on the floor, inviting the lot to do the same.
"If I win, then you show me the classroom." The spiky hnnnned. He was interested. The blond one started whining.
"And if you lose?" Allen waived is hands.
"That's for you to decide!" The boy grinned widely. He closed his eyes marked with thick black lines. The blond sat closer, clasping an arm around raven's abdomen. The boy rolled his head, letting it fall on the yellow one.
"Then you will go with us." Allen nodded. He didn't care where they wanted him to go. He would win anyway. The pair stared, picking the cards. Allen put on his poker face. Literally.
"Royal straight flush!!!" The boys jumped up, their faces cringing. The raven dropped the cards and snarled. His teeth were extremely white. Allen smiled triumphantly. He won. The yellow jumped up, taking out a gun.
"You cheated! you cheated! Hih!" The raven grabbed Allen by the shirt, their faces almost touching. He smelled like a cherry drink. He barred his teeth again, hissing like a poisonous snake.
"You're coming with us anyway, fucking turd!" Allen frowned, backing away. His whole self protested. They are supposed to...
"But I won! Keep your end of the deal!" The yellow grinned.
"Debbito, let's play with him! Hih!" The raven smirked. This seemed like fun. His smirk grew wider when Allen got up, trying to pace away. He suddenly punched him in the guts, making him slide silently to the floor. Allen gasped for air. His mind was too blank right now. He should have known. Just because this was school, it didn't mean that it didn't have violence. It was he same. Same as the gutters, just dressed up. The yellow picked him up by the armpits, dragging him into the bathroom. Debbito bent to pick up his backpack. No sign of assault had to be seen. They were going to beat him up, if not worse. Allen gritted his teeth. This was too unexpected. It shouldn't have turned like this. He had to get away.
He pushed Debbito away when the bastard opened the bathroom door. The boy fell, gripping his chest. A very dirty fountain of curses and swears fell on running ears. Allen got away. He finally did it... only to successfully be restrained by the yellow one. Allen could feel his breath on his neck. He gritted his teeth, hitting the yellow in the crouch with the heel. The blond fell on the floor, clasping his manhood.
"Ya fucking bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!" He was whirling like a worm under a foot. Allen suddenly felt cold lips of the gun, kissing his throat. Debbito was behind him, grasping the albino's hand, turning it up unnaturally. He cried out in a blinding pain. It hurt. It hurt.
"Jasdero, look at him! He's crying! Hehehehe!! What a sissy!" The blond cackled along, grabbing Allen by the hair. He jerked it, making the boy yelp again. Then Jasdero stopped, looking quizzically into the gray eyes.
"Debbito! Look! Our pretty boy has a scar! Hih!" Debbito peeped over Allen's shoulder. He was still grasping his arm into a strange pose.
"Hmmm? How ugly." He pinched Allen's cheek again, stretching the skin. Jasdero blinked, then grinned.
"Ne~, let's fix that!" The raven frowned. This wasn't going so well. If they leave visible marks... Allen gasped. He heard a crack, then nothing. Just a comforting darkness.
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Where was he? His eyelids were too heavy to lift. He was cold. He could feel a cold, stone like surface under his back. His chest hurt mildly, making his breathing a bit difficult. Ugh... what a strange taste in the mouth, metallic and heavy. He tried to open his eyes again. The left one was impossible heavy, for he couldn't even lift the eyelid. Ah. The ceiling was red. Why was it red? He frowned, and regretted that. His forehead emitted something extremely hot, coloring his clearing vision in red again. He tried to lift his arm. Nothing. Only his crocked arm responded to the command, lifting itself and then falling powerless on his face. But that was enough to feel a sticky liquid that started to dry on his brows. Blood. Ugh...
He got up, gripping the sink for support. The room spun thirty rotations per second, making everything shaky, blurry and fast. Ugh... The headache split his head. The air suddenly rushed into the lungs, making him bend in pain. His shirt was tattered, laying aside. Allen glanced at the mirror, almost loosing his consciousness. He cried out, shocked at what he saw. His forehead above the left eye was cut into a strange, pentagonal shape. It was bloody and cut, continuing to slither on the cheek that Debbito pinched, another cut under the eye. The hair, sometime ago white and clean, was now hosting caked blood. His torso was bruised so badly that it resembled a blue piece of meat.
He bit the insides of is cheeks, muffling sobs. What kind of hatred and sadistic inclinations those bastards had, mutilating him like that?! He broke, falling on the floor. This is not what he wanted! He just wanted to go to school! He just wanted to be a normal... His eyes closed, squeezing the hot, salty tears that now painfully licked the grooves on his face. His head was throbbing with one question: WHY?! Why did they do it? He didn't do anything! Nothing at all! Then why, why?!
"Why?" he sobbed, clasping his head. This only question filled his entire existence. Why did his parents have to die, leaving him alone? Why was he closed in that place, where abandoned children went? Why did Mana pick him up, only to betray him ? Why did Cross use him? Why is his whole life so screwed up? Why did Kanda...
"Kanda..." That man didn't betray, he never will. Allen bit his lips. He had to get over this. He closed his eyes, seeing Kanda's face, cold, calm, and strong. He was the only man that didn't use him. Right. He had to calm down. The tears left. He turned on the hot water, washing away the blood. Ow... The pentagram was cut deeply. It will definitely leave a scar. Another one. But he'll get over it. He just will, in spite of everything that made his life miserable.
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"Ummm, excuse me, Are you the nurse?" Allen tugged a tall blond woman. Her tag named her Eliade. Like the writer. The woman looked at him very calmly. She even smiled, a normal smile that could awake the most perverted dead. Allen blushed. She was so beautiful. Eliade nodded, getting up. Se had an extremely short skirt, purple and tight. Her bust was spilling outside, through the ridiculously low cut. If all nurses looked like her, companies would sell cholera in bottles. She smiled seductively. Her lips were impossibly pink, shiny like a lollipop. Allen gulped. A small beast inside tugged him, trying to glue his eyes to her bosom. WAT THE HECK WAS HE DOING!?!
" I see you need some help." Allen jumped up, trying to balance his undeveloped hormones. He was thirteen, for Pete's sake! Wait! Who's Pete?! She pulled him in, then pushed onto a bed. Her bosom was dangerously close to his face. Allen blushed. He squirmed, trying to get away. Then stiffed. The pain scalded his whole body, making him mute, blind and deaf to everything else. The woman moved his now pink bangs, discovering the source of the strange dye. Allen groaned. It hurt like hell, and he did not want anyone to touch it.
"Who did that to you?" The boy shook his head. It was embarrassing.
"I...um, fell on the stairs." Eliade scoffed. She went away, getting something from the glass closet. The boy lifted himself on elbows. A syringe...
"Please! I'm OK! I really am!!I can go to the classroom already!Jus- AHGGGGG!!!" The syringe pricked his skin. Huh, it did not hurt. Why the heck was he yelling?
"It seems that the knife or whatever was used was dirty, boy. I need to disinfect you. By the way, what is the phone number of one of your parents?" Allen panicked. He had no idea how he will face Kanda, not with those wounds.
"I-I-It's ok! I don-" The woman glared. Allen frowned. He was NOT going to disturb Kanda. He mentioned having a conference today, or something. It was barely nine o'clock, and Kanda was busy. He couldn't disturb him, not even if the world died. He nodded, amazed at his unbreakable moral power. The woman closed her eyes, sitting in a chair. She put one of the legs on the other, slightly lifting the short skirt. The boy gulped. She had pink panties.
"********67!" Eliade triumphantly smiled. No man, or boy could mess with her.
Huh? did he just... Gah...women are scary! He clasped his face, peeping between the fingers. Gahhh!!! She smiled lazily, lifting the cell phone to her ear.
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The car came, black, like a fantastic bug. Kanda jumped out, grumpy and simply pissed off. He was in a middle of conference, dammit! He had to finish it, dammit! Headache? In the firs day of school? DAMMIT! Why is everything happening to that cursed moyashi? Tch. And in the middle of the day! He paced into the corridor, tching at some girls. They were already on his heels, drooling. Tch.
He always hated school. That place was made to hold the lockers stuffed with dirty socks and food. Tch. How unsanitary. Third floor, huh? He turned his head, making the girls squeal. Tch, those bitches better went to class! What kind of stupid creatures were school girls? Huh, there it was, the elevator. Dammit. He momentarily was squeezed between a huge man with a lollipop and another one, with a mole under his eye. The lollipop-man growled, threatening Kanda if he touched him. Tch, bastard. It's not like he wanted to be stuck here! The Mole-man smiled soothingly.
"I'm sorry, sir, for his actions. Skinn, stop that!" Skinn? What a stupid name! What kind of pare...
Kanda choked.
Someone was pinching his butt.
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Horny people...check!
Bullying...Check!
Other students...oops. Does Lenalee count?
I'm sorry for the Eliade sceen. I just had to put that in. In the entire anime i couldn't find a moment where Allen is seduced by someone. I have no idea how he would react. So that probably would be OOC. Crap. I'll fix that in the next chapter...