Welcome to a Yullen story! I've decided to rewrite this story because after I read it over, I couldn't even stand my own writing… so have fun, read, comment, review, etc, but a review would be nice :)
Warnings: Shounen-ai later, death, and minor swearing.
Disclaimer: Only saying this once: I do not own D. Gray-Man. If I did, Yullen would happen. If it does happen, you'll know who took over.
I looked down at my feet sadly and shivered in the cold. Small snowflakes fluttered down quietly like leaves dropping from trees in autumn. A white puff of air clouded my vision as I breathed out. I closed my smoky grey eyes and curled into a ball on the doorstep.
He sat on the top step of a thrift shop. The store was closed for the day so no lights were on, leaving the store filled with darkness. The boy's snow white hair became whiter –if possible- and thicker, as the child sat there for another hour.
Mana said he would come for me. Allen thought to himself, playing with a lock of his hair. He promised me. Allen shivered again and tried to rub off the goosebumps from his arms. He only wore a thin white t-shirt, black jeans, and converse. Mana took his coat so he could get it fixed. Now Allen was waiting for his return. Allen's eyelids started fluttering closed as he felt the coldness of winter travel up his fingers and toes. Despite sitting underneath an overhang, snow still piled up around him and soon his whole body felt like a block of ice and a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him.
"Maybe I could sleep for a bit until Mana comes back." Allen's voice slowly trailed off at the end as his eyes blurred and finally closed. Instead of sleep that washed over his small body, it was unconsciousness. Pale fingers turned blue and rosy cheeks lost their colour, turning his face as pale as a sheet. His last thought was of his foster father, Mana.
OOO
"Damn you Tiedoll and your lazy ass, making me go out in this shitty weather." Kanda swore as he stomped through the ankle high snow that started piling up since yesterday.
He was sent to collect Tiedoll's wallet which he left at the thrift store the other day. Tiedoll had quite a bit of money, but not enough to call him rich, nor middle class. Although he was wealthy, he never stopped going to the thrift shop. He loved going there because of the cheap items and all the fun knickknacks available that he decorates his house with. How he managed to leave his wallet there beats Kanda.
He kicked a large pile of snow near the side of the road and shuffled through the streets. Candy wrappers stuck out of piles of snow and lone plastic bags were flattened on the wet road by countless cars running over them. The city wasn't the cleanest place, but luckily it wasn't the dirtiest either, at least not in this city.
A sudden gust of wind whipped by, causing Kanda to grimace even deeper and slide himself farther into his winter jacket. The strong wind carried small snowflakes that stung like needles when they hit on any exposed skin. The cold temperature didn't help either. Kanda hated winter with a fiery passion. It was always too damn cold and he could never train outside with his favourite sword, Mugen. Another thing he hated was wearing so many layers. All the layers made him look fat and Kanda was anything but. He would go as far as punching the person in the face, and he punches hard. Saying Kanda looks fat is ten times better than telling him he looks like a girl. They would start hitting on him, regardless of his flat chest and low voice, until Kanda started hitting them. Most cases had end up going to the hospital.
Kanda sighed in annoyance, eyebrows shifting farther downwards. The streets were empty for the most part –thank god, he wouldn't be able to deal with anymore people right now- and only a few cars passed through the streets. It was during the dead of winter and the temperature feels around -40 degrees. People were either inside their cozy homes snuggling in their couches watching TV, or in places like Cuba tanning in the sun and getting skin cancer.
Once Kanda returned to reality from his daydreaming, he realised he missed the thrift shop and he cursed his luck. Turning around, he growled,
"That damn geezer better give me something good because of this." Kanda flipped black bangs out of his eyes and turned to the parking lot in front of the store. He took one glance and became conscious of the fact that the store was pitch black and closed for the day. Now he was just itching to rip someone's head off or cut them into shreds.
Just as he was about to walk away, he spotted something black from the corner of his eyes. He paused mid-step and scrutinized the form laying on the front steps. He was almost impossible to see with his white hair, white shirt, and now with white pants (well most of it).
White hair? What is he? An old man? Out of curiosity, Kanda walked closer and took a peek at the person's face. Kanda was pleasantly surprised to find out that it wasn't an old man, but a boy who looked the same age as him, roughly 15 years old. He took in the pale lips and blue fingers and rolled his eyes.
Does he want to freeze to death?
"Hey, get up. You'll freeze to death out here." Kanda shook the boy's shoulder with his gloved hand, but didn't get a reaction.
"Hey! I told you to wake up." Kanda pushed the boy hard this time, but all he did was roll over onto his back. A layer of frost was already covering his arms, face, and any exposed skin. Since he was laying face down, Kanda didn't notice anything.
"Shit! Baka moyashi, who the hell sits in the cold with only a t-shirt on?" Kanda exasperatedly stated as he carefully picked up the slowly dying boy and began carrying him back to Tiedoll's house.
Has the moyashi even been eating? Kanda shifted the body over his shoulder and wondered to himself.
OOO
Kanda rushed back home as fast as his legs would carry him and his load, and only ended up tripping once on his way back. Opening the door with one hand, he slipped in and locked the door. Melting at the feeling of warmth on his frost bitten cheeks. He walked into the living room and eased the boy on the couch.
"He's frozen. I hope he's not dead." Mumbling to himself, he felt the boy's cheek with the back of his hand and checked for a pulse.
The heartbeat was slow and shallow, but still there. In all seriousness, Kanda wouldn't care if the boy died on his couch or not. He would just go call the police and tell them that he did a good deed by picking up a homeless boy off the streets and offering him shelter. Although the boy actually had no say in the matter.
Lazily, Kanda made his way to the linen closet and found a couple of blankets stacked in there. He grabbed two, unfolded them, and to drape them over the small boy. Just as he was about to walk into the room, he stopped. There was something off. The house was quiet. Much to quiet.
"Tiedoll!" Kanda yelled and looked around, waiting for a reply. After waiting ten seconds his patience was wearing thin and annoyance started to creep in.
"Old man! Get down here!" Kanda shouted and walked into the living room to check on the still unconscious boy. He draped the blankets over his body and hoped he would wake up. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a dead body in his house. Much less one picked off of the street. As he passed by the coffee table, he found a pink edge of paper sticking out from underneath a book. Tiedoll never used girly colours. Kanda picked up the sheet and read the note written carefully.
Dear Yuu-kun,
Sorry for leaving you on such short notice! I just received an urgent call from the Black Order (you remember what that is right? You know, it's the business that I work for. I create art and sell them off to rich people. I guess you wouldn't know because you never cared about me in the first place). I'll be on a month long (maybe longer) trip to England, so if anything happens call the number on the bottom of the page.
As mentioned, at the bottom of the letter, Tiedoll included his hotel room number and new phone number. That means I have to take care of this moyashi myself? Why did I even bring him home. Kanda mentally swore at Tiedoll and groaned out loud, glaring at the boy still asleep on the worn leather couch.
Maybe I should just kill him right now. Then I wouldn't have to deal with his (most likely), annoying attitude when he wakes up. Kanda unsheathed Mugen and pointed the tip at the young boy's pale and exposed neck. When I'm done with him I can drop him off at a cemetery and have those priests bury him for me. Kanda smirked at his fast thought idea and pushed the sword into the boy's neck slowly. The sharp tip pierced his skin and a trail of crimson blood oozed down his neck. In a split second the sword was yanked out of his hands and his body flew in the air, landing on the ground with a loud thump. He saw a flash of grey before it disappeared and his stomach was promptly sat on. His sword was now at his own neck and Kanda tensed up. His gaze traveled up the sword, to the wielder's arm until it finally rested on his attackers face.
"You're finally awake." Kanda noticed and stated bluntly, swallowing and feeling the blade skim his neck. He shifted his body under the weight sitting on his stomach.
"Who are you, where am I, and why are you trying to kill me?" Allen narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but you could see deep confusion clouding his vision. He pressed the blade lower on Kanda's neck and the cold metal fully touched Kanda's skin now.
"All those three questions are none of your business." Since Kanda was more than half a foot taller than Allen and at least twenty pounds heavier, he flipped their places easily. Switching the blade's position, he used Allen's own hand to hold the sword to his neck.
Storm grey eyes widened considerably and Kanda finally took notice of them. They were a pale shade of grey with tiny red specks in the left eye. In one way they seemed hazy but in others, they were crystal clear and sharp, as if a single detail couldn't get past them.
He was brought out of his stupor and wonder as Allen tried to wriggle out from underneath of him. Allen pushed with all of strength and in the end got Kanda to let go. As Kanda lost his balance and started to tip backwards, his flailing arm that held the sword slashed upwards and caught something. Blood splattered across the floor and a pained scream was heard. He looked back and saw Allen crouched on the floor holding his left eye, with blood dripping out of his hand.
"Shit."
A/N: Okay, so every time I finish updating a chapter I'll write UPDATED as the first word on the top of the page. This way you'll know if the chapter is updated or not. Only two more reviews until we get to 100! Can we do it people?
Fun fact: There's five hundred more words compared to the un-updated version