Chapter One.
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM or Harry Potter! I only own Masa.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop, One Art.
"My name is Hara Ma—Masahiko Hara," the long-haired boy stated, staring at his new 'master' as they called it here at this weird organization. It had taken many weeks to get him to cooperate, spewing nonsensical words about them coming to take him back.
"It's nice to meet you Masahiko," the white haired boy in front of him responded politely. Allen Walker was the youngest General in the Order, and this was going to be the first apprentice he ever took on. He'd found the strange boy in a town when he was searching the area for innocence. The fact that he had found an accommodator, and a parasitic type at that, had been pure coincidence.
"Please, call me Masa," the other said, squaring his shoulders and standing taller. He was a good head shorter than the white haired General, which he found irritating as he was actually a year older than Allen.
"Of course. Komui wanted me to show you to your new room. Now that you've accepted the Order, I think you'll find that you really like it here. This place is very welcoming, and the staff will love you. These people are like family to me," Allen explained as he began walking down the hall. He inspected the smaller form that followed him. The boy was odd, that much he knew. He had long hair that Allen could compare only to Kanda's, only it was much thicker. The color was odd as well, though the white haired exorcist couldn't exactly talk. It was an interesting mix of black and white, seemingly random with no pattern so Allen knew he hadn't done anything to his hair on purpose. At the moment, it fell messily down to his just below his waist – unbrushed and seemingly untamable – but when he first saw him, it was pulled into a high ponytail, his bangs falling around his face and swept to the side over his forehead. Soft brown eyes glanced around, taking in their surroundings and memorizing each turn and staircase they walked.
He looked much younger than he actually was. When he first saw the boy, he thought he was twelve or thirteen at the most, but he was surprised to find out he was actually sixteen, a year older than himself. His voice didn't make it any easier – soft and light, very much like a child's.
Behind the new exorcist, Link trotted rather silently. He was moody because Allen had left without him, and making unauthorized use of the Ark to do so. Allen had only been let off the hook since he had been trying to escape the Noah, Tyki, with a new accommodator. Allen didn't understand why Tyki had been after the boy as well – were they still trying to destroy the innocence inside accommodators? – but it bothered him that he had been there to chase after the fleeing long-haired parasitic type as well.
"You'll probably have to see Hevlaska tomorrow, and I bet you'll get your welcome party at dinner tomorrow as well. Jerry is the finest cook to ever grace this earth," Allen continued, watching Masa's face for a reaction. There was none, and soon they arrived at his new room. "This is it. You can unpack your things and make yourself at home. I can show you to the kitchen if you want, I got so lost for the longest time when I first got here." Masa's expression quickly morphed into one of irritation as he grabbed the knob to his new door.
"What stuff?" he asked bitterly, throwing the door open and stomping inside before promptly slamming it closed behind him.
"Well, this might be a little more difficult than I thought. Don't suppose I could blame him for being a little bitter, though," Allen spoke, mostly to himself. Link simply hmph'd and the two were on their way to their next destination.
A knock at Allen's door woke him up that early morning, and he just barely managed to pull himself out of the bed to answer it. Looking much akin to a monster, with his hair messed up and eyes still harboring that sunken just-woke-up look to them, he opened the door to find Lenalee standing there, looking far more awake than he. Her hair was growing back, down to her shoulders now, and her eyes were bright with happiness. After everything that had been happening in the Order in the past few months, she was just glad that all her friends were still there. Especially Kanda. She had been afraid he was gone for good.
"Hello, Lenalee," Allen greeted with a hardly concealed yawn.
"Hello, Allen!" she reciprocated, though far more enthusiastically. "Brother wanted me to tell you that he needs to see you. Something about a mission, I suppose. You should have enough time to get ready and grab some breakfast first, though." Allen nodded, happy to hear that he would be able to get some sustenance before facing the ridiculousness that was Komui Lee, so he said his farewells to Lenalee and closed the door, getting ready for the day.
In the cafeteria, he was met with the odd sight of Kanda – he wasn't so surprised that the dark haired samurai was an early bird – and Masa, sitting together and eating quietly. Allen still couldn't get used to the idea that Kanda could stand the presence of anyone, but he and Masa had hit it off quite quickly… if you could consider their completely silent relationship "hitting it off" that is. Allen put it to their mutual Japanese background, and the fact that Masa didn't like to talk a lot. Allen usually could find them meditating in the training room together. Sometimes he wondered why Komui had placed Masa as his apprentice when he seemed to get along to much better with Kanda. Masa seemed to ignore him completely most days, unless they were sent on a mission.
Masa's innocence was an interesting one. He hadn't gotten to see what it really was until their second mission together. Masa had two red bands that encircled his wrists. At first glance, Allen would have thought them to be tattoos, but soon dismissed this idea when the light reflected off them and proved to be rather solid. This was how Masa's innocence could materialize. His innocence was actually the very blood in his veins. When Allen first saw it activated, he marveled at the way the red liquid slowly seeped through the bands and covered his hands, all the way up his fingers and covering just beyond the nail, sharpening to a fine point that seared right through the akuma they were fighting.
When Allen asked where his innocence was at, Masa explained that most of it could be found in his heart, whereas the rest scattered into small dust-sized particles and spread through the entirety of his blood. Further questioning of this told Allen that Masa could feel the innocence inside himself. How else could he control his own blood, Masa had said.
Allen contemplated sitting with the two quiet Japanese men, but decided against it as he sat his mountain of food down on the table not too far away from them. He concluded that while Masa might not mind his presence, Kanda wouldn't appreciate it as much.
Allen somehow managed to finish his food just as Kanda and Masa had. Standing, he approached the two, earning a glare from one, and an impassive look from the other.
"Good morning, Masa," Allen greeted. The boy nodded in return, and Allen took this as a good sign.
Kanda looked like he was going to say something, so Allen quickly continued. "I was just headed to see Komui about a mission. Would you like to come along?" Masa's brown eyes quickly glanced towards Kanda and back to Allen, before giving his General a swift nod. Allen smiled brightly and led the way without another word.
Upon entering the office, Masa looked a little shocked. He had seen the room in various states, but never had he seen so many papers littering the… everything. Moments passed as the two exorcists stood in the doorway. Normally, Allen would have just walked over the papers and swept them off the couch, but here, he couldn't even tell if Komui was even in the room.
"Uh.. Komui?" he called out hesitantly. There was a muffled sound coming from the desk, and slight movement, but Allen couldn't tell if that was man he was looking for or just some other poor unfortunate soul caught beneath pounds of papers. Allen wouldn't be surprised if the papers had actually come alive, either, so he didn't discount the idea.
"Supervisor?" Masa decided to call as well, his voice loud enough to be heard, but still soft and innocent sounding. There was another moment of silence before the mountain of papers shuddered and then exploded, thrown up into the air and all around them. A loud gasp of breath met their ears as Supervisor Komui Lee finally managed to break free of the man-eating paperwork.
He met their eyes after a few moments of heavy breathing, and then his face broke into a smile.
"Hello there! Just the persons I was looking for. I have a mission for you two."
Ahem. So, I have no pairings set in stone.. please review or send a message as to what you'd like me to do keeping in mind the ones I mentioned in the prologue.. cuz those were the ones I was really aiming for, but I'm fairly flexible. ALSO. PLEASE go take my poll, its really important for the story~ its about the houses they'll all be sorted into. I'm at a halt right now because I have no idea where they should go, or where you'd most like to see them.
I feel like I'm forgetting something important.. but oh well.