Acquiescence chapter 2
Disclaimer: …….don't own……as usual……
Warnings: OOCness, language, violence, blood,
A/N: Hey peeps! I'm just wracked with ideas for this story…I don't know why…hehehe beta'd by dancing-with-the-devil 1995 and Lee Isidor!!!! Thank you both!!!
Enjoy!
Chapter 2 - The Devil's Workshop
Allen made a face as he walked towards his destination. He stopped before a decent sized two-story house that reeked of a 'homey' look. It amazed him how that bastard Cross could live in an actual 'normal' house. 'I never pegged Cross as the family man type.' He shrugged, not liking where his train of thought lingered. 'I'm just here to collect my cash and to get the fuck outta here, not to give a shit whether the bastard could have kids or not!'
With that thought in mind, he walked up to the front porch and, with the key he took out of his right front pocket, he unlocked the door. A smile crossed his lips when he heard that audible click, indicating that the door was opened for his entering pleasure. After all B 'n E was like a second nature to him, he could do it effortlessly. He smirked, 'Thank you multi-purpose key.'
He pocketed the key and pushed the door open stepping in. The sound of running water was the first thing to assault his senses. 'Taking a bath huh?' His eyes automatically roamed the surroundings, taking in all that was around him. 'Since I'm here might as well help my self to some wine.' He walked over to what he assume was the kitchen and poured himself a glass of red wine he saw on the looking around and not seeing Cross he decided to take the old-fashioned route.
"Oi Cross you in here?!" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the entire house.
He smiled when he heard the sound of running water cease and with a shrug he walked towards the living room and took a seat in the plush red couch before him. His ears perked up at the sound of hurrying footsteps heading his way. The smile on his face widened and his eyebrows rose as he drunk in the image of the dripping wet redhead standing before him clad in nothing but a short towel wrapped around his waist. Speaking of waist…his gaze lowered; he licked his lips and smirked as he eyed the well-toned abs on the redhead. 'Ooh he's a natural.' his smirk widened when he glimpse a couple of red curls peeking out from Cross's pubic area that was loosely covered by the fluffy white towel.
"Well lookie here," Allen began taking a sip of the fine wine in his hands - Cross did know how to pick 'em - his legs crossed, "wet, naked and panting. Your appearance is just yelling 'fuck me.'"
Cross made a face at the comment.
"Brat, don't get a boner on my account." he snorted, "That's not important right now -"
"It is to me." Allen interjected.
Cross snorted again.
"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled in annoyance, "Why the hell are you here in my house? More importantly how the fuck did you get in? And is that my good wine?"
"The door was open?" Allen supplied in an innocent voice. "Don't sweat the small stuff," he shrugged, "at least with me here you don't have to go to the office." A smile.
"Fuck, you could have told me that fucking earlier," Cross muttered to himself fastening the towel around his body, "instead of showing up uninvited and catching me off guard." He turned to head back upstairs. "Since you're already made your damn self comfortable I'm going to put some clothes on."
Cross was about to leave but something Allen held in his hands caught his attention. 'The brat left his bag? Che, it's not my problem.'
Allen saw Cross leaving and sighed. 'I don't have time to waste.'
"Don't bother, I won't be here long. Let's just talk as you are now. I have a meeting to go to so I have no time to waste here." he drawled, already bored of the eye candy.
Cross froze.
'Crap, and here I thought I could sneak off… shit how the hell am I going to get that kind of money now?!' He was aiming to auction the crystal wine glasses for a portion of the money but 'That brat just had to go and break them, damn asshole I should sell him…' His thoughts slowed. 'Sell the brat.' That thought was very appealing.
"I don't have the money," he began, Allen rolled his eyes at the predictable response, "but I have something of interest to aid in your business and pleasure -"
Allen stood up and placed the unfinished wine on the coffee table.
"Before you continue, let me state that I have no need for your whores," he began, "and all my little establishments are doing perfectly well therefore I doubt I'll be in need of your help."
That was an understatement. Allen's drug, weapon and human trafficking businesses were booming. He needed no more help. Not to mention he'd been acquiring more turf recently and if the mission he would be issuing in the meeting he was to attend was a success, he would have owned almost half of Japan. 'Something to add to my collection.'
"Okay, so you're doing well, but before you turn me down, at least check out the merchandise I have to offer," Cross tried to negotiate. After all Allen owned his strip club and auction, he could easily ruin him with the wave of his hand.
Allen knew this - he wasn't the most powerful and influential man known all over the world for nothing - and a sly smile crossed his lips.
"I've got somewhere to go, so I'll catch ya later, 'kay?" The grin widened, turning to something grotesque. "But since you were my mentor I'll be nice. I'm going to give you until Friday to have the money for me," he gave a low bow and turned to leave. "Until then."
Cross was angry. 'Friday is tomorrow damn it! How the hell will I get that much money by tomorrow?!' A nine hundred and sixty nine thousand pound debt was, after all, hell to pay back.
"Damn it, this is all Kanda's fucking fault." Cross muttered in anger; now he might have to sell the house earlier than expected, shit!
Allen stopped in his tracks, 'Kanda?' could it be the same person? He turned back to face Cross.
"Kanda?" he asked indicating that he heard the little mutter, "As in Yuu Kanda? Long raven hair and Japanese?"
Cross stopped his fuming.
"You know the brat?"
That was all he needed to hear. Another eerie smile tugged his lips.
"Maybe I can strike a deal with you after all."
"Kanda! Oi, Kanda!"
Kanda gave a sigh before breaking away from the view he was staring - well glaring - at out of the window, in favor of turning to face the girl who called to him.
"Lenalee," he acknowledged.
Lenalee pouted at the way Kanda called her name in that dead and dull tone of his. 'Gosh, it wouldn't kill him to smile,' She thought, annoyed.
"Kanda you've been glaring out that window since class started." she pointed out, both hands on her hips. "Is there something bothering you?"
At that Kanda tensed. He noticed the motherly look in her deep purple eyes but he wasn't going to tell her anything, after all, this matter wasn't any of her business.
"No." His reply was short and to the point. He wasted no unnecessary breath and words with talking.
"You can answer with more that one syllable you know," Lenalee sighed, resisting the urge to pull her short dark green hair (1). She shook her head, seeing that she wasn't going to get anything out of him. "Ok, whatever, lets go its, lunch time and I'm hungry!" She turned to leave.
Kanda got up and followed her out while his mind lingered on the white haired adult that refused to leave his thoughts.
Cross smiled as his eyes lay on the cheque Allen gave him. 'Three billion pounds, damn this is enough to pay off all my debts, plus I'll have enough left to hold me for a few years.' If he were any other person he'd probably be grinning like mad. 'Who knew the brat would make me this much cash? Ha, I should have sold him earlier; underage virgins are really expensive aren't they?'
"Marian-san is this the last of Kanda-sama's belongings?" a male voice asked.
Cross turned to face the young man, an indifferent look on his face.
"Yes, everything in this room belongs to him," he replied in a clipped tone. "You are free to take them all to his new home."
"Yes, of course; it is Walker-sama's wish to have him there by this evening."
'That Allen works fast doesn't he?' Cross shrugged, what did he care? With this he's finally free of that raven-haired prick. 'Now I can finally sell this piece of crap and get myself a nice pad.'
He'd wanted to sell the house ever since he got it, but the brat wouldn't let him. 'Nothing he can say about it now,' He thought with a smile. Now with the extra money, he could get a nice condo and add another wing to his strip club. By the end of a few weeks he'd be earning tons, not as much as Allen, but at least he wouldn't have to borrow money ever again.
"Hey make sure you take everything with you," he added. "I don't want to see anything that belongs to him here." 'I don't want to give him a reason to come back.'
"Hai."
"You're finally here."
Allen looked up at the guy that addressed him and smiled.
"I'm on time, ne? Tyki."
Tyki snorted at the innocent look Allen gave him. It disgusted him. Before, when Allen was as innocent as the look, it didn't matter, but now he knew that it was just a sick, twisted play. Allen wasn't the same kid he was eight years ago. That fact intrigued him and roused him to no end. With the Allen of now there was no telling when he would snap and just kill someone. The other was as unpredictable as he was without meds. The sadistic side to him smiled; at least with Allen there's always some fun.
"Sure you are." He took off his black top hat and ran his hand through his silky brunette hair. "Let's hurry; the meeting is about to being."
Allen smiled when he saw that flicker of insanity in Tyki's always sharp, dark eyes. That always got him excited and eager.
"Let's," he replied as his smile morphed into a twisted one.
Allen couldn't help the smile that crept up his face at the scene before him. All the members of his so-called 'alliance' were scared stiff. 'Am I that terrifying?' He wanted to laugh at the thought. His eyes, however, were the complete opposite of his smile. It held in the psychosis of slaughtering them at bay. Looking into his eyes was like facing your death head on; it scared the shit out of you, hence why everyone was freaked out.
"Now for the final proposal." he began as his smile widened, "I suggest that we take out the Rekoga Family that's been treading on my turf." The insanity in his eyes touched his lips. "I want them all dead, so who'll take the job?"
Tyki sighed and shook his head at the job Allen wanted to have done 'Why not ask me?' It was an easy enough job to complete. The Rekoga Family was a small mafia, nothing to be concerned about. The only concern of the mission was that the Rekoga Family was a member of the Mugen Yakuza's alliance. A smile crossed his lips at the name. The Mugen Family was the most powerful mafia in Japan. It even rivaled Allen's Noah family. If both gangs were working together, there was no telling what would happen.
Everyone, however, was shocked that Allen would go to such lengths just to acquire new territory, or was it that he wants to get on the Mugen Family's bad side? They were rivals, after all. One of the members decided to speak up. He was the right hand man of the Chain Family, a middle-aged guy with raven hair and thick mustache.
"This is ludicrous!" he protested. "That family is one of the closest to Mugen Yazuka there is no way we'll get away with it - they'll wipe us out for sure when they find out."
Allen made no move to acknowledge the man. His eyes were permanently fixed before him. That made the man irritated. The man was about to open his mouth when his boss, an old man with long gray hair whispered to him.
"Do not speak out of turn; do you want to die, Tenaksu?"
That was the last straw; seeing his boss act so cowardly in front of a mere brat made his blood boil. So what if the boss of the Noah Family was the head of the alliance? He was still the youngest person there; they had been in the business long before he was even born. There was no way he'll take this sitting down. They might be the newest members of the alliance but they were not that weak as to be reliant on some brat to make a name for them. This was where he drew the line.
"No, boss, I cannot comply with that request," Tenaksu replied, "I cannot sit here and watch powerful bosses bow down to this kid (2)," he pointed towards Allen, who still didn't pay him any attention. "We're stronger than this brat! With all of us together we can take him out," he turned to face everyone. "Now who's with -"
Bang.
A lone gunshot ran out in the quiet room silencing Tenaksu. His boss - the old man - turned his head to his left so that the blood of his subordinate did not taint his face. Tenaksu fell to the ground like a log, a bullet hole in between his eyes- no doubt dead. Tyki whistled at Allen's clean shot and smirked.
"Nice aim," he commented.
Allen's hand was still pointed to his left where Tenaksu's dead body laid. He hadn't even moved his gaze from in front of him when he shot the guy, his aim way beyond accurate. It was due to this skill that they dubbed him the 'Dark Clown,' as his sense of killing was almost like a clown performing tricks, fascinating and surreal, yet his took on a more deadly edge. He retracted his hand and blew the smoke that rose from the tip of his gun. His smile took on an even creepier, gentlemanly frame.
"Anyone else would like to say anything?" Read: Would Anyone else like to die?
Everyone kept their mouth shut as Allen gave them an inquisitive once over. When he saw that they were not going to say anything else, he repeated the question he asked before.
"Now who will take the mission?" he asked calmly, when no one made any attempt to answer he turned to the old man who had his head down. "Kevin Yeegar, boss of the Chain Family." The old man instantly look up to face Allen's sadistic glare. "I'm leaving this mission in the hands of your family, I expect good results." He waved his hand, "Until the next time we meet."
With that said he rose from his seat at the head of the long, rectangular table. Tyki got up and followed him to the door. Once the door opened and closed indicating that both men were gone, everyone gave a sigh of relief. Yeegar turned to glare at the door, fury and sadness burned in his brown eyes.
"I will succeed in this mission," he vowed. 'And when I do I'll come back for your head.'
"You have perfect aim as usual, Allen," Tyki complimented as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Been practicing lately?"
Allen shrugged. "You can call it that."
A black limo pulled up before them.
"Walker-sama, Mykk-sama." the driver greeted with a low bow, "I have information from the staff sent to retrieve Kanda-sama's luggage," he directed to Allen. "Everything has been moved to the room you have provided."
The smile Allen gave almost scared the shit out of the man before him, Tyki however was shocked to see that expression on Allen's face. A genuine emotion other than sadistic pleasure, he might even go as far as to say Allen actually liked the boy.
"Hmm, Kanda, eh?" Tyki inquired with a sly grin, "Sounds like he's Japanese."
"Yes, he is." Allen replied before stepping into the back seat of the limo, Tyki followed after, "When you see him don't go falling for him, 'kay?"
Tyki snorted at first then chuckled. "I have my darling Lavi." he replied with a smirk. "He would be very annoyed if I got a new pet."
It was then Allen's turn to snort. "Now I see who the master is," he chuckled, "So Tyki, don't want Lavi-chan to be pissed off with you, huh?"
"Naw, you know me, I'm all for pleasing my precious," Tyki replied evenly.
Allen just shook his head with a chuckle. He directed his gaze to the driver before him.
"Where to now, Walker-sama?"
The smile that crossed Allen's face at that statement was extremely unnatural.
"Yamikoru High."
There was something in the air that was making Kanda edgy. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a sense of foreboding and that feeling was getting stronger the closer it was to the end of school. 'I'm gonna crash over at Lenalee's today.' Somehow he felt that the feeling had something to do with Cross, and to avoid that, he'll spend the weekend at Lenalee's without telling him. 'Not that he will care where the fuck I am.'
The bell sounded breaking Kanda's train of thought. He got up and stooped to grab up his book bag but froze when all he was met with was air. 'Shit, I forgot I left my bag back there.' Now that was beyond fucked up. 'I got seriously fucked over when it comes to luck.'
"Kanda, you ready to leave?" Lenalee asked, she looked down, "Hey, where's your bag?"
'Wouldn't you like to know?' his mind snorted in annoyance.
"I lost it."
Lenalee shook her head with a sigh.
"Do I have to keep a tab on everything you have?" she asked though her voice was slightly playful.
"No," Kanda replied. He took Lenalee's bag from her throwing it over his shoulders, "Come on, let's go. I'm crashing at your place this weekend."
"Sure," Lenalee shrugged as she followed behind Kanda. 'Kanda can put on an act, but I know he's still sweetheart under it,' her mind gushed. Kanda wasn't the type to carry other people's bags, but he did it for her. He always hid the caring side to him and put up a cold front to block others, but she knew that was because he didn't want to be hurt by anyone. After all, everyone he had ever cared about left him, so he blocked his heart off to forget the pain. 'Kanda, you're so innocent and gentle… It's not fair that you have to endure so much.' The murder of your entire family is something no one should be going through alone.
Lenalee stopped before she managed to walk into Kanda who made an abrupt stop. She looked around and saw the students blocked their path, whistling and gushing over God-knows-what.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked.
"A black stretch limo is parked outside," a boy supplied.
"A limo?" Lenalee repeated, her eyes seemed to sparkle in interest, "I wonder if some big shot is paying a visit?" she wondered. "Hey, Kanda, I want to take a look." The excitement was evident in her voice.
"Ch'," Kanda replied. They were going that way, so why not?
They had to literally fight their way through the thick crowd of students who gathered at the front gate. Kanda was clearly annoyed. 'What the fuck? Haven't they seen a limo before?' his mind screamed, wanting nothing more than to crush the assholes before them. He was about to get violent when the girls let out a high-pitched scream - more like a freaking squeal - throwing him completely off track. Jumbled fangirlish gibberish met his sensitive ears and he swore he was getting dizzy from the exposure of such a high volume of nonsense.
"Oh my god, he's so hot!"
"I know! I wonder who he's here for?"
"I wish it was me. I wouldn't mind taking a ride with him."
"You mean you wouldn't mind riding him, huh, slut?"
"Shut up, like you weren't thinking the same!!"
Kanda was getting more than annoyed. His hand trailed to his waist and he froze remembering that he left his sword in his locker. 'Ch', what a time to not have it with me.' He grumbled in annoyance. A hand shot out to grab his and he saw that it was Lenalee. Once she had his hand in her hold she grabbed him and forcefully pushed her way through the crowd until she finally saw the gate where the stranger and his limo stood. She stopped and panted once they were out of the crowd.
"Phew, that was really annoying." She straightened her pleated black skirt with one hand. "Hey Kanda don't tell me that scared you?" she joked when she felt the grip on her hand tightened.
When Kanda didn't reply or relinquish his vice grip on her hand, she looked up to see what the problem was and almost freaked out when she saw the flicker of immense fear in his deep brown eyes. To say that she was a surprised was a major understatement.
"Kanda, are you alright?" she asked completely worried, Kanda never ever showed fear.
He didn't reply all he did was stare ahead of her, his eyes barely seeing her. 'What is he staring at?' She turned her head only to see a man with white hair and a strange looking tattoo on his face. He stood by the supposed limo with a smile on his face that would rival any rabid clown and a look of pure lust in his gray eyes. A shiver ran throughout her body at the look. He parted his lips.
"I've found you."
A/N: (1) The hairstyle is just like how it is in the manga after she had he hair burnt off and it is growing back.
(2) Hahaha I got that line from my little sis and just had to use it. BTW if you're wondering why he's the 'kid' age and everything will be explained in later chapters.
So yeah another update another chapter, yay! I'm working on the next update so look forward to it! Hopefully that chapter will have some yaoi man x man hardcore-ness…. who am I kidding? Of course there will be yaoi!! So I'm warning ya from know k huns. Well until then. Oh there is a poll on my page you can check it out alright. Depends on which two stories gets the most votes, i'll update that one for the week. So vote for your favorites k huns!!!!
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Kaos
Warnings: OOCness, language, violence, blood,
A/N: Hey peeps! I'm just wracked with ideas for this story…I don't know why…hehehe beta'd by dancing-with-the-devil 1995 and Lee Isidor!!!! Thank you both!!!
Enjoy!
Chapter 2 - The Devil's Workshop
Allen made a face as he walked towards his destination. He stopped before a decent sized two-story house that reeked of a 'homey' look. It amazed him how that bastard Cross could live in an actual 'normal' house. 'I never pegged Cross as the family man type.' He shrugged, not liking where his train of thought lingered. 'I'm just here to collect my cash and to get the fuck outta here, not to give a shit whether the bastard could have kids or not!'
With that thought in mind, he walked up to the front porch and, with the key he took out of his right front pocket, he unlocked the door. A smile crossed his lips when he heard that audible click, indicating that the door was opened for his entering pleasure. After all B 'n E was like a second nature to him, he could do it effortlessly. He smirked, 'Thank you multi-purpose key.'
He pocketed the key and pushed the door open stepping in. The sound of running water was the first thing to assault his senses. 'Taking a bath huh?' His eyes automatically roamed the surroundings, taking in all that was around him. 'Since I'm here might as well help my self to some wine.' He walked over to what he assume was the kitchen and poured himself a glass of red wine he saw on the looking around and not seeing Cross he decided to take the old-fashioned route.
"Oi Cross you in here?!" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the entire house.
He smiled when he heard the sound of running water cease and with a shrug he walked towards the living room and took a seat in the plush red couch before him. His ears perked up at the sound of hurrying footsteps heading his way. The smile on his face widened and his eyebrows rose as he drunk in the image of the dripping wet redhead standing before him clad in nothing but a short towel wrapped around his waist. Speaking of waist…his gaze lowered; he licked his lips and smirked as he eyed the well-toned abs on the redhead. 'Ooh he's a natural.' his smirk widened when he glimpse a couple of red curls peeking out from Cross's pubic area that was loosely covered by the fluffy white towel.
"Well lookie here," Allen began taking a sip of the fine wine in his hands - Cross did know how to pick 'em - his legs crossed, "wet, naked and panting. Your appearance is just yelling 'fuck me.'"
Cross made a face at the comment.
"Brat, don't get a boner on my account." he snorted, "That's not important right now -"
"It is to me." Allen interjected.
Cross snorted again.
"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled in annoyance, "Why the hell are you here in my house? More importantly how the fuck did you get in? And is that my good wine?"
"The door was open?" Allen supplied in an innocent voice. "Don't sweat the small stuff," he shrugged, "at least with me here you don't have to go to the office." A smile.
"Fuck, you could have told me that fucking earlier," Cross muttered to himself fastening the towel around his body, "instead of showing up uninvited and catching me off guard." He turned to head back upstairs. "Since you're already made your damn self comfortable I'm going to put some clothes on."
Cross was about to leave but something Allen held in his hands caught his attention. 'The brat left his bag? Che, it's not my problem.'
Allen saw Cross leaving and sighed. 'I don't have time to waste.'
"Don't bother, I won't be here long. Let's just talk as you are now. I have a meeting to go to so I have no time to waste here." he drawled, already bored of the eye candy.
Cross froze.
'Crap, and here I thought I could sneak off… shit how the hell am I going to get that kind of money now?!' He was aiming to auction the crystal wine glasses for a portion of the money but 'That brat just had to go and break them, damn asshole I should sell him…' His thoughts slowed. 'Sell the brat.' That thought was very appealing.
"I don't have the money," he began, Allen rolled his eyes at the predictable response, "but I have something of interest to aid in your business and pleasure -"
Allen stood up and placed the unfinished wine on the coffee table.
"Before you continue, let me state that I have no need for your whores," he began, "and all my little establishments are doing perfectly well therefore I doubt I'll be in need of your help."
That was an understatement. Allen's drug, weapon and human trafficking businesses were booming. He needed no more help. Not to mention he'd been acquiring more turf recently and if the mission he would be issuing in the meeting he was to attend was a success, he would have owned almost half of Japan. 'Something to add to my collection.'
"Okay, so you're doing well, but before you turn me down, at least check out the merchandise I have to offer," Cross tried to negotiate. After all Allen owned his strip club and auction, he could easily ruin him with the wave of his hand.
Allen knew this - he wasn't the most powerful and influential man known all over the world for nothing - and a sly smile crossed his lips.
"I've got somewhere to go, so I'll catch ya later, 'kay?" The grin widened, turning to something grotesque. "But since you were my mentor I'll be nice. I'm going to give you until Friday to have the money for me," he gave a low bow and turned to leave. "Until then."
Cross was angry. 'Friday is tomorrow damn it! How the hell will I get that much money by tomorrow?!' A nine hundred and sixty nine thousand pound debt was, after all, hell to pay back.
"Damn it, this is all Kanda's fucking fault." Cross muttered in anger; now he might have to sell the house earlier than expected, shit!
Allen stopped in his tracks, 'Kanda?' could it be the same person? He turned back to face Cross.
"Kanda?" he asked indicating that he heard the little mutter, "As in Yuu Kanda? Long raven hair and Japanese?"
Cross stopped his fuming.
"You know the brat?"
That was all he needed to hear. Another eerie smile tugged his lips.
"Maybe I can strike a deal with you after all."
"Kanda! Oi, Kanda!"
Kanda gave a sigh before breaking away from the view he was staring - well glaring - at out of the window, in favor of turning to face the girl who called to him.
"Lenalee," he acknowledged.
Lenalee pouted at the way Kanda called her name in that dead and dull tone of his. 'Gosh, it wouldn't kill him to smile,' She thought, annoyed.
"Kanda you've been glaring out that window since class started." she pointed out, both hands on her hips. "Is there something bothering you?"
At that Kanda tensed. He noticed the motherly look in her deep purple eyes but he wasn't going to tell her anything, after all, this matter wasn't any of her business.
"No." His reply was short and to the point. He wasted no unnecessary breath and words with talking.
"You can answer with more that one syllable you know," Lenalee sighed, resisting the urge to pull her short dark green hair (1). She shook her head, seeing that she wasn't going to get anything out of him. "Ok, whatever, lets go its, lunch time and I'm hungry!" She turned to leave.
Kanda got up and followed her out while his mind lingered on the white haired adult that refused to leave his thoughts.
Cross smiled as his eyes lay on the cheque Allen gave him. 'Three billion pounds, damn this is enough to pay off all my debts, plus I'll have enough left to hold me for a few years.' If he were any other person he'd probably be grinning like mad. 'Who knew the brat would make me this much cash? Ha, I should have sold him earlier; underage virgins are really expensive aren't they?'
"Marian-san is this the last of Kanda-sama's belongings?" a male voice asked.
Cross turned to face the young man, an indifferent look on his face.
"Yes, everything in this room belongs to him," he replied in a clipped tone. "You are free to take them all to his new home."
"Yes, of course; it is Walker-sama's wish to have him there by this evening."
'That Allen works fast doesn't he?' Cross shrugged, what did he care? With this he's finally free of that raven-haired prick. 'Now I can finally sell this piece of crap and get myself a nice pad.'
He'd wanted to sell the house ever since he got it, but the brat wouldn't let him. 'Nothing he can say about it now,' He thought with a smile. Now with the extra money, he could get a nice condo and add another wing to his strip club. By the end of a few weeks he'd be earning tons, not as much as Allen, but at least he wouldn't have to borrow money ever again.
"Hey make sure you take everything with you," he added. "I don't want to see anything that belongs to him here." 'I don't want to give him a reason to come back.'
"Hai."
"You're finally here."
Allen looked up at the guy that addressed him and smiled.
"I'm on time, ne? Tyki."
Tyki snorted at the innocent look Allen gave him. It disgusted him. Before, when Allen was as innocent as the look, it didn't matter, but now he knew that it was just a sick, twisted play. Allen wasn't the same kid he was eight years ago. That fact intrigued him and roused him to no end. With the Allen of now there was no telling when he would snap and just kill someone. The other was as unpredictable as he was without meds. The sadistic side to him smiled; at least with Allen there's always some fun.
"Sure you are." He took off his black top hat and ran his hand through his silky brunette hair. "Let's hurry; the meeting is about to being."
Allen smiled when he saw that flicker of insanity in Tyki's always sharp, dark eyes. That always got him excited and eager.
"Let's," he replied as his smile morphed into a twisted one.
Allen couldn't help the smile that crept up his face at the scene before him. All the members of his so-called 'alliance' were scared stiff. 'Am I that terrifying?' He wanted to laugh at the thought. His eyes, however, were the complete opposite of his smile. It held in the psychosis of slaughtering them at bay. Looking into his eyes was like facing your death head on; it scared the shit out of you, hence why everyone was freaked out.
"Now for the final proposal." he began as his smile widened, "I suggest that we take out the Rekoga Family that's been treading on my turf." The insanity in his eyes touched his lips. "I want them all dead, so who'll take the job?"
Tyki sighed and shook his head at the job Allen wanted to have done 'Why not ask me?' It was an easy enough job to complete. The Rekoga Family was a small mafia, nothing to be concerned about. The only concern of the mission was that the Rekoga Family was a member of the Mugen Yakuza's alliance. A smile crossed his lips at the name. The Mugen Family was the most powerful mafia in Japan. It even rivaled Allen's Noah family. If both gangs were working together, there was no telling what would happen.
Everyone, however, was shocked that Allen would go to such lengths just to acquire new territory, or was it that he wants to get on the Mugen Family's bad side? They were rivals, after all. One of the members decided to speak up. He was the right hand man of the Chain Family, a middle-aged guy with raven hair and thick mustache.
"This is ludicrous!" he protested. "That family is one of the closest to Mugen Yazuka there is no way we'll get away with it - they'll wipe us out for sure when they find out."
Allen made no move to acknowledge the man. His eyes were permanently fixed before him. That made the man irritated. The man was about to open his mouth when his boss, an old man with long gray hair whispered to him.
"Do not speak out of turn; do you want to die, Tenaksu?"
That was the last straw; seeing his boss act so cowardly in front of a mere brat made his blood boil. So what if the boss of the Noah Family was the head of the alliance? He was still the youngest person there; they had been in the business long before he was even born. There was no way he'll take this sitting down. They might be the newest members of the alliance but they were not that weak as to be reliant on some brat to make a name for them. This was where he drew the line.
"No, boss, I cannot comply with that request," Tenaksu replied, "I cannot sit here and watch powerful bosses bow down to this kid (2)," he pointed towards Allen, who still didn't pay him any attention. "We're stronger than this brat! With all of us together we can take him out," he turned to face everyone. "Now who's with -"
Bang.
A lone gunshot ran out in the quiet room silencing Tenaksu. His boss - the old man - turned his head to his left so that the blood of his subordinate did not taint his face. Tenaksu fell to the ground like a log, a bullet hole in between his eyes- no doubt dead. Tyki whistled at Allen's clean shot and smirked.
"Nice aim," he commented.
Allen's hand was still pointed to his left where Tenaksu's dead body laid. He hadn't even moved his gaze from in front of him when he shot the guy, his aim way beyond accurate. It was due to this skill that they dubbed him the 'Dark Clown,' as his sense of killing was almost like a clown performing tricks, fascinating and surreal, yet his took on a more deadly edge. He retracted his hand and blew the smoke that rose from the tip of his gun. His smile took on an even creepier, gentlemanly frame.
"Anyone else would like to say anything?" Read: Would Anyone else like to die?
Everyone kept their mouth shut as Allen gave them an inquisitive once over. When he saw that they were not going to say anything else, he repeated the question he asked before.
"Now who will take the mission?" he asked calmly, when no one made any attempt to answer he turned to the old man who had his head down. "Kevin Yeegar, boss of the Chain Family." The old man instantly look up to face Allen's sadistic glare. "I'm leaving this mission in the hands of your family, I expect good results." He waved his hand, "Until the next time we meet."
With that said he rose from his seat at the head of the long, rectangular table. Tyki got up and followed him to the door. Once the door opened and closed indicating that both men were gone, everyone gave a sigh of relief. Yeegar turned to glare at the door, fury and sadness burned in his brown eyes.
"I will succeed in this mission," he vowed. 'And when I do I'll come back for your head.'
"You have perfect aim as usual, Allen," Tyki complimented as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Been practicing lately?"
Allen shrugged. "You can call it that."
A black limo pulled up before them.
"Walker-sama, Mykk-sama." the driver greeted with a low bow, "I have information from the staff sent to retrieve Kanda-sama's luggage," he directed to Allen. "Everything has been moved to the room you have provided."
The smile Allen gave almost scared the shit out of the man before him, Tyki however was shocked to see that expression on Allen's face. A genuine emotion other than sadistic pleasure, he might even go as far as to say Allen actually liked the boy.
"Hmm, Kanda, eh?" Tyki inquired with a sly grin, "Sounds like he's Japanese."
"Yes, he is." Allen replied before stepping into the back seat of the limo, Tyki followed after, "When you see him don't go falling for him, 'kay?"
Tyki snorted at first then chuckled. "I have my darling Lavi." he replied with a smirk. "He would be very annoyed if I got a new pet."
It was then Allen's turn to snort. "Now I see who the master is," he chuckled, "So Tyki, don't want Lavi-chan to be pissed off with you, huh?"
"Naw, you know me, I'm all for pleasing my precious," Tyki replied evenly.
Allen just shook his head with a chuckle. He directed his gaze to the driver before him.
"Where to now, Walker-sama?"
The smile that crossed Allen's face at that statement was extremely unnatural.
"Yamikoru High."
There was something in the air that was making Kanda edgy. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a sense of foreboding and that feeling was getting stronger the closer it was to the end of school. 'I'm gonna crash over at Lenalee's today.' Somehow he felt that the feeling had something to do with Cross, and to avoid that, he'll spend the weekend at Lenalee's without telling him. 'Not that he will care where the fuck I am.'
The bell sounded breaking Kanda's train of thought. He got up and stooped to grab up his book bag but froze when all he was met with was air. 'Shit, I forgot I left my bag back there.' Now that was beyond fucked up. 'I got seriously fucked over when it comes to luck.'
"Kanda, you ready to leave?" Lenalee asked, she looked down, "Hey, where's your bag?"
'Wouldn't you like to know?' his mind snorted in annoyance.
"I lost it."
Lenalee shook her head with a sigh.
"Do I have to keep a tab on everything you have?" she asked though her voice was slightly playful.
"No," Kanda replied. He took Lenalee's bag from her throwing it over his shoulders, "Come on, let's go. I'm crashing at your place this weekend."
"Sure," Lenalee shrugged as she followed behind Kanda. 'Kanda can put on an act, but I know he's still sweetheart under it,' her mind gushed. Kanda wasn't the type to carry other people's bags, but he did it for her. He always hid the caring side to him and put up a cold front to block others, but she knew that was because he didn't want to be hurt by anyone. After all, everyone he had ever cared about left him, so he blocked his heart off to forget the pain. 'Kanda, you're so innocent and gentle… It's not fair that you have to endure so much.' The murder of your entire family is something no one should be going through alone.
Lenalee stopped before she managed to walk into Kanda who made an abrupt stop. She looked around and saw the students blocked their path, whistling and gushing over God-knows-what.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked.
"A black stretch limo is parked outside," a boy supplied.
"A limo?" Lenalee repeated, her eyes seemed to sparkle in interest, "I wonder if some big shot is paying a visit?" she wondered. "Hey, Kanda, I want to take a look." The excitement was evident in her voice.
"Ch'," Kanda replied. They were going that way, so why not?
They had to literally fight their way through the thick crowd of students who gathered at the front gate. Kanda was clearly annoyed. 'What the fuck? Haven't they seen a limo before?' his mind screamed, wanting nothing more than to crush the assholes before them. He was about to get violent when the girls let out a high-pitched scream - more like a freaking squeal - throwing him completely off track. Jumbled fangirlish gibberish met his sensitive ears and he swore he was getting dizzy from the exposure of such a high volume of nonsense.
"Oh my god, he's so hot!"
"I know! I wonder who he's here for?"
"I wish it was me. I wouldn't mind taking a ride with him."
"You mean you wouldn't mind riding him, huh, slut?"
"Shut up, like you weren't thinking the same!!"
Kanda was getting more than annoyed. His hand trailed to his waist and he froze remembering that he left his sword in his locker. 'Ch', what a time to not have it with me.' He grumbled in annoyance. A hand shot out to grab his and he saw that it was Lenalee. Once she had his hand in her hold she grabbed him and forcefully pushed her way through the crowd until she finally saw the gate where the stranger and his limo stood. She stopped and panted once they were out of the crowd.
"Phew, that was really annoying." She straightened her pleated black skirt with one hand. "Hey Kanda don't tell me that scared you?" she joked when she felt the grip on her hand tightened.
When Kanda didn't reply or relinquish his vice grip on her hand, she looked up to see what the problem was and almost freaked out when she saw the flicker of immense fear in his deep brown eyes. To say that she was a surprised was a major understatement.
"Kanda, are you alright?" she asked completely worried, Kanda never ever showed fear.
He didn't reply all he did was stare ahead of her, his eyes barely seeing her. 'What is he staring at?' She turned her head only to see a man with white hair and a strange looking tattoo on his face. He stood by the supposed limo with a smile on his face that would rival any rabid clown and a look of pure lust in his gray eyes. A shiver ran throughout her body at the look. He parted his lips.
"I've found you."
A/N: (1) The hairstyle is just like how it is in the manga after she had he hair burnt off and it is growing back.
(2) Hahaha I got that line from my little sis and just had to use it. BTW if you're wondering why he's the 'kid' age and everything will be explained in later chapters.
So yeah another update another chapter, yay! I'm working on the next update so look forward to it! Hopefully that chapter will have some yaoi man x man hardcore-ness…. who am I kidding? Of course there will be yaoi!! So I'm warning ya from know k huns. Well until then. Oh there is a poll on my page you can check it out alright. Depends on which two stories gets the most votes, i'll update that one for the week. So vote for your favorites k huns!!!!
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