TheSteelFlameAlchemist: That's what I first thought too! (about Xerxes and Komui being best friends and about Allen!) XD And I did change her Innocence, but I forgot to post that I did, Suki Miko gave me some advice and now that's Gins new Innocence!
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Chapter 4: Innocence
She screamed. The white haired girl screamed for no reason as she looked down at her hands. Someone would have thought she didn't know what her Innocence was.
"God, shut up!" I grab her and put my hand over her mouth, shutting her up. I mean, why the hell would she fucking scream like that? "Now get out of the way before I chop your head off!" She stops screaming immediately and… licks my hand.
"Che, don't just grab someone like that! And how can I not be freaking out! I got this fucking black stuff on my hands and, I just pulled out a dagger from my arm! And what's with chopping my head off? I'd like to see you try!" She pulled away from me as I wipe my hand off, disgusted.
She really doesn't know. Che, so stupid.
"Fine, although I was only after the Akuma you're protecting, I'll just kill you and then go after him."
"How dare you threaten Onee-san like that!" Damn it! Where are all these damn people coming from? He runs towards me and I sigh, activating Mugen.
"Xerxes! Don't you dare move another step!" The girl had her armor-covered hand out a few feet in front of the red headed boy, as if she commanded him. He stopped. "He's mine now. Remember? He said he'd chop off my head? Well, let's see if he can." The girl smirk at me, as if she had forgotten about her screaming her head of not a minute ago. She bended her knees and held the dagger in her hand tightly.
"Gin! Come on, stop it!" The Akuma's arm had white armor covering it. It was oversized it a green cross on his palm. I go after him, slashing downward and injuring his white arm. It seems surprised as it looks at the wound and the crimson blood pouring down it.
"What's up with your arm, Akuma?" I ask it. He looks back up at me quickly.
'It's an anti-akuma weapon. I'm an exorcist."
Damn it! Why is everyone ignoring me?
"Gatekeeper!" Pretty Boy looked at the weird gate-face thing, clearly annoyed.
"But, you see. I did see the pentacle! Of course he's a demon!" Allen runs at the gate, hitting it repeatedly while I stand back and watch, my anger rising by the minute.
"I'm a human! I might be a little cursed, but I'm still a human!" he says frantically.
"Very well then," Pretty Boy says. His deep voice shuts them up immediately. His katana turns yellow again, reminding my of lightning. "I'll believe it when I see your guts! This illusion will rend you in two." I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed. First, he puts his hand over my mouth, secondly, he told me he would chop my head off, and lastly he attacked Allen.
This guy has a lot of nerve, forgetting I'm here AND threatening Allen like that!
He rushes towards Allen as I look down at my hands again.
"W-wait! This is a big misunderstanding! I'm really not your enemy! There should be a letter of recommendation from Marshal Cross!" He really looks pitiful as he holds out his red hand in front of him.
Che, I really don't like the new you.
Pretty Boy's glowing katana stops right before it hits Allen's face and the glowing yellow fades away. He gives Allen a hard look as his blue hair blows back.
"A letter from the Marshal?" His eyes narrow as Allen trembles in front of the sharp point of the katana.
"Yes... It must have been delivered here..." Everything grew quiet.
"Che, you people are really stupid." They should be able to see that Allen is human, a weak one, but still human. Pretty Boy's eye twitches but he stays silent, holding his sword steady.
"O-Opening!" The ground shakes as the gates open slowly. Both of them look up, but his blade doesn't move an inch.
"Permission to enter is granted, Mr. Allen Walker!" cries an overly cheerful voice.
"Komui?" Allen sighs in relief and smiles at me happily. I feel my eye twitching.
I still didn't get my fight with him!
"What's the meaning of this?" I sigh loudly.
"Well, it's obvious we can enter now, Pretty Boy." He turns to me, pissed, and opens his mouth to retort.
"Sorry I spoke a little too soon. He was Marshall Cross's apprentice. The fact that Timpcany is with him is proof enough for me."
Who's Timpcany?
I look around, until I notice a fly golder ball with a weird looking tail floating beside Allen. I face palm mentally. How could I have not noticed that?
"He's our friend." Allen is still pressed against the wall, the katana still pointing straight at him.
T-T-T-That's right!" The guy narrows his eyes again and humphs. Then someone hits his head with a metal clip board.
"Really... We told you to stop!" The hands holding the clipboard belonged to a Japanese girl around my age with pretty green hair in pigtails reaching past her shoulder blades. She was frowning slightly at him as his eye twitches once again. "Get in quick or t he gate will shut. Get in,"she says again, authoritatively. Pretty Boy rubs his head but follows her, as does Allen.
"Come on, Gin, Xerxes," he says while motioning us with his hand. I reluctantly follow him with Xerxes right behind me, giving death glares to Pretty Boy. The gate shuts behind us as we walk in.
"I'm Lenalee, the Supervisor's assistant, nice to meet you. And you've already met Kanda." Her voice is sweet now as she leads us inside. Pretty Boy walks away.
"Oh, Kanda." He stops and turns around, glaring at Allen. Allen puts down his suitcase and holds out his hand to him. He still looked pretty scared to me. "Nice to meet you." Kanda stares at his out stretched hand.
"I'll not shake hands with a cursed one," he says rudely. Allen sweat drops and I walk towards him.
"Well, I'm Gin. And I WILL have my fight with you that was so rudely interrupted by Allen." I don't hold out my hand to him, instead looking up at him.
Damn, why'd he have to be so tall?
"Che, maybe later." He then turns around and walks away as I grin widely.
"Don't chicken out, Pretty Boy!" I can see him shake, but he doesn't turn around.
"Sorry about him. He just came back on a mission, so he's a little on edge," I hear Lenalee tell Allen comfortingly. I feel her gaze on me and ignore Xerxes gaping at me, shocked.
He's gonna be so pissed at me.
We walk on past the massive columns. I can hear every step we make echo around and it makes my teeth grit. As we pass guards in striped outfits, I hear them whisper with my keen senses.
"New ones, eh? Look, the girl still has her activated."
"They're just kids."
"And what's with those twos' hair? Both as snow white."
"Their cursed, I think." I see Allen's eyes widen a bit; he heard them too.
"Think kids like that will be alright here? Well... age has nothing to do with Innocence usage.." I stop walking, but the others besides Xerxes don't notice and I hold my finger above my lips and he nods nervously. I walk up to the surprised guards and smile.
"And, pray tell, what is Innocence, Monsieur?" I ask with my voice sugar-coated and my smile sincere. What is this place? One of the guards open his mouth hesitantly, but Lenalee calls me back over. We walk into a room I guessed was the cafeteria by all the rows of tables.
"This is the dining hall." We walk into a darker room that was three times the size of the dining room. "This is the training room. It spans the entire third floor." She continued leading us to various rooms through the tower, but I didn't pay attention.
What is Innocence? And why are they calling Allen cursed?
"He hit his apprentice, leaving him unconscious, and... ran?" I hear Lenalee say, shocked. I guess I missed something.
"Yes..." Allen say rather timidly. In a quick motion to change the subject, which I find rather annoying he asks, "What's on this floor?"
"It's my brother's," she simply says while walking away.
"Yes, hello!" I sweat drop at the scene. A man wearing a white uniform stood before us wearing a stupid looking hat, giving us the peace sign, and holding a rather childish blue cup with a pink bunny. I could just see the spot light coming from behind him in my mind. "I'm Komui Lee, a supervisor in these parts! Quite a view, isn't in?" he asks us cheerfully.
"So you're the one who didn't know Allen was coming," I mutter under my breath.
"Oh! I forgot! Who are you two?" he asks rather bluntly, staring at me and Xerxes questionably.
"Che, you just now thought about asking us?" His eyes widen but then smiles.
"Ah! She acts rather like Kanda, don't you think Lenalee?" She looks over at me for a second and smiles sweetly while nodding. I'm still trying to figure out if that's good or not.
"Anyways, I'm Gin Zaki. This is my little brother, Xerxes." Xerxes just looks at him Komui with a are-you-serious expression.
"And that was quite the ruckus back there, wasn't it?" He ask nonchalantly.
"And whose fault was that?" tons of voices shouted together, annoyed.
This is one fucked up place.
Well then. Would you show me your arm, Allen? When Kanda hit you earlier, he damaged your weapon, right? You don't have to worry about it," he says with ha strange glint in his eye, looking at Allen. Allen lays his red arm on a white table as Komui examines it. "Looks like there's been some nerve damage." He looks up at Lenalee. "Lenalee, bring the anaesthetic."
"Hai," she says as she walks away.
"Can you activate it?"
Um, yeah..." Allen replies, a little lost. No more so than me, though. I don't even know what he means by "activate it". Activate what? A green light flashes around his arm and the cross flashes before white armor covers his arm once again as it grows larger. Komui sips whatever is in his bunny cup and smiles as he looks at the arm.
I still have no idea what the hell that is.
"Yours is the parasitic type, along with Gins." I look at him, surprised.
"Parasitic type?" we both ask at once.
"Yes. It means you use your body as a platform for your weapon. Of all all types of anti-demon weapons, yours is the most unusual." Before I can ask wwhat the hell he's talking about, Komui pulls out... I don't really know what it is. Apparently neither does Allen.
"What with all that stuff?" Komui's glasses shine and he leans in towards Allen.
"For repairing it. It's a little shocking, so if you want to avoid a pretty traumatic view, you'll look away." With that creepy smile of his and the feeling of him, I immediately obey and turn around, seeing Xerxes still looking.
"W-Wait!"
Go," Komui says evilly. I can hear Allen scream and Xerxes' expression turn to horror. I'm glad I looked away.
"Sorry my brother's a little rough," Lenalee says as Komui chuckles darkly. I shiver.
"K-Komui's your brother, then?" She ignores him.
"You're going over there after this, right? Think you should confirm if Allen is indeed human?"
"No, it's fine. He's human."
How do you know?" she asks inquisitively.
"Human beings are the only beings one earth who can be cursed," he says softly as the sound of the machine stops and I turn around. We get on an elevator thing and Lenalee waves to us, smiling.
What the hell...
I hear Komui talking, but I block out his voice and study my hands once again, fear rising in the pit of my stomach. The black metal like stuff shines brightly in the lights, but doesn't reflect anything. I remember the dagger still in my hands and look down at it, staring into my no-longer-green eye. Memories rush into my mind, but I push them back quickly. Right now isn't the time.
"Innocence?" I snap out of my thoughts and look over at Allen sharply. That word again.
"It is God's own Innocence," says a deep voice from above us. I look up to see five hooded figures standing in front of long red chairs. I can feel their judging looks and clench my fist. They remind me of nobles. "The power of omnipotence."
We have found some more Gods then," says another figure.
"These are our bosses, the Grand Marshals." I chance a glance at Komui, an unreadable expression on his face. He looks down at us three. "Now, show them your worth." Glowing tentacle like hands come from below us and grab Allen, lifting him into the air as he yells. His red arm is held out with the same glowing white surround it. A face the same white color with only a mouth looks down on him. It has no eyes and strands of the glowing things act like hair.
"I-I-Innocence," it says in a whispering voice. Allen's expression becomes pained and veins stand out on his face.
"What's this?" he says with trouble. bright sparks come from his arm as he struggles.
"That's no good. I told you, it won't move until tomorrow," Komui calls out to him.
"Allen!" I finally yell.
What are they doing to him?
"Komui!" He ignores Allen's angry calls.
"What do you think, Hevlaska? Does his cross suit your taste?" Allen flinches again, obviously in pain.
"Komui, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I yell at him. I jump onto the railings, about to jump up to Allen, until strong arms grab my waist.
"Wait, Onee-san! Maybe there's an explanation for this!" Xerxes says to me quickly. I glare at him and he flinches, but he doesn't let go and I don't want to hurt him. I look up to Allen frantically as more strands wrap around him. He struggles and glares down at Komui. He looks angrily at his arm.
"Move!" Green light flashes around him and his arm appears crooked and messed up. The armor is peeling off at the hand, showing the red skin underneath, and is bent in many places. Allen stares at it, dumbfounded. Allen's head shots back and he grunts. The white face moves closer to him and I hold myself back, trembling.
What happened?
Your nerves are damaged. You mustn't try to move it. Calm down, I am not your enemy," it says calmly. It brings Allen up to it's forehead and gently touches his head. A blinding light flashes where they touch. "Two percent... Sixteen percent... Thirty percent... fifty-three percent... Eighty-three percent." She moves him away and he looks at the glowing orb in his deformed hand. "It seems you are able to synchronize with your weapon eighty-three percent." The light fades away, leaving Allen's arm normal.
"Synchronize?"
"It is the measure of your ability to merge with your weapon. The lower the synchronization rate is, the more chaotic is its activation, and the more dangerous it is for its bearer. I did not tend to startle you," it says gently, setting him back down on the ground as I rush towards him. "I merely wished to feel your Innocence and know it."
"Know my Innocence?"
"Allen Walker, in a dark future far from now, your Innocence will give birth to a great destroyer of time."
"Destroyer... of time?" he asks as Komui claps.
"I don't know what that means. but well done! Your turn Xerxes!" The glowing strands pick him up. He doesn't move but stays stiff as Hevlaska raises him up like it did Allen. There was no flash, though, and it puts him down.
"This boy has no Innocence," she tells us.
"Oh, well I guess it's your turn now, Gin." I ignore both Allen and Komui as the stands pick me up gently. Pain rushes through my body and I bite my tongue so I don't scream. I feel sweat roll down my face and I close my eye. I can hear voices coming from under me, but I can't comprehend them.
It feels like it's touching my very core, my soul!
I vaguely feel something cool touch my forehead and hear words, but I can't understand them. I feel the cold ground underneath me again.
"Her synchronization is thirty-eight percent. Gin Zaki," I can feel it's warm breath on my face. "In a unknown and twisted future, your Innocence will born a thief of shadows. Good or evil." I scarcely hear it's whispery voice before I close me eyes. Darkness twirls around me and everything goes black, but not before once last thought comes to mind.
Thief of shadows... seems fitting, for a murderer like me.
How was it? How do you like thief of shadows? Should I change it? And if so, what's some ideas for it?
I know I left out the whole history of Innocence and the Black Order, but you should know it, ne? And Gin was too busy to listen.
Oh, and I'm starting to watch the anime, so yeah... I've already read the whole manga, so I started on this.
~Usagi-san