Accidental Deadstop: A Yullen Fanfiction
Story Title: Accidental Deadstop
Fandom: D. Gray-man
Pairing: KandaxAllen/Yullen
Genre: Humor, Romance, Action
Setting: AU
Rating: T
Warnings: Lots of cursing
Summary:
It was a simple game between master and apprentice. Allen would run, and if Cross caught up to him, he would have hell to pay, literally. It was just his luck to run into a brawl with akuma of all people. Now he's stuck in a huge mansion with no say in the matter. With just two weeks left in his calendar, what is he to do? And what exactly did these people want from him? The people being an arrogant multi-millionaire with an ego the size of Australia, a one-eyed red-headed genius, and the hottwest girl in school? Yep. Hell just had to pay him a visit didn't it?
Disclaimer: Do not own.
He was running. He had been for the last 15 hours. Quite a record for someone so young and skinny, but then again, this had been the routine Allen Walker had come to terms with for the last three years of his life. Currently however, the white haired fifteen year old was over his limit. He was panting like crazy, freakin hungry, practically bathed in his own sweat, and dead tired. And did he forget to mention he was aching all over?
“Shit…” He stated, frowning. ‘I think that’s the sixth time I rounded that corner. Hey, wait a minute, didn’t I just pass this corner too? Gah! The hell! Me and my bloody sense of direction! At this rate, he’ll catch up to me in two weeks! Probably even less! Damn it!’ he thought. He was getting really frustrated now. After all, he hadn’t been able to stop and rest for that long. How could he have?
He had started running very early that morning to cover more ground for he had already been delayed. All was well, until he turned a corner where he ended up running alongside another person. Unfortunately, that person had been a robber who was running away from a bunch of cops who where after him. While that was not so alarming, the fact that when they both ran in opposite directions around another corner and the cops decided to chase him instead, was. It took him quite some time to lose them, seeing as they were very much persistent. And while that was a very admirable trait for police officers, it was bloody hell unnerving when the wrong person was being chased. The person at the moment, being him.
When he was finally able to lose the very, very, very admirable and persistent police officers who where oh so hell bent on throwing him to jail, he just had to stop beside a rabid and undeniably insane dog! I mean, how can you miss the spongy mouth, the killer eyes and the stupidly annoying growl?! How could he have been so oblivious to his surroundings?!...Oh…right…he was tired…after all, he had barely been able to take a breath when the lunatic of a dog decided he was in his territory and chased him like he had stolen the ‘things’ last piece of meat. He even had to run faster since compared to the beast; the cops were like crawling babies chasing after a car! The freakin nerve! It was even more persistent too!
Eventually, he was able to escape death by rabies and was now walking along the streets of Japan on a town he never even bothered knowing, sweating buckets and still visibly out of breath. By then it had been way past noon (which he never even noticed), when suddenly a scream was heard not too far away from him. It had been an attempted robbery (in broad daylight) and the thief was daring enough to hold a baby hostage and the scream had come from the mother… The idiotic asshole. How lame could the guy get?
Now, Allen very much knew that he wasn’t involved in any way concerning the situation, but he was even more aware of his…err…heroic tendencies… he had always wondered where he got that specific trait that always made him guilty if he ever decided to leave someone in need unattended…he wasn’t even able to walk a few feet away before he turned on his heel and stomped to the scene of the ongoing crime. ‘GAH! Me and my self sacrificing personality! What do I even freakin get for helping so many people?! Wait, oh yeah, a lot of friends a few free things to eat, maybe even a place to stay for the night and a good guilt free sleep! Right!’
So with that in mind, he came to the rescue! The good news, it turned out that the thief was the same bastard he had encountered that same blasted morning and he got to beat him up real good. The bad news, do you know how irritating it is to be chased by hordes and hordes of camera wielding reporters? Pesky people! Why couldn’t they just leave him the hell alone! And just what was it with his unlucky streak that day? He had thought as he skedaddled as fast as his aching body allowed him.
So here he was now, still running like crazy, lost in an alley way in the middle of the night. He was that determined to make up for his loss. He just couldn’t allow him to catch up. He would have freakin hell to pay, literally. As he ran on, he finally decided to check on his watch. He blinked. ‘I’ve been running for that long?’ he thought and finally decided to stop by somewhere not too far from a corner. He had to hold on to his knees just to keep himself upright as he tried to even out his breathing. He stayed that way for a few minutes, drops of sweat falling beside his shaking form.
“This…hah, hah…is crazy! Hah…” He panted as he said the sentence aloud. His knees finally gave out on him as he supported himself with the wall to his left. “Man…” he said as his slid down the wall burying his face in his knees for a moment before leaning his head on the cold wall on his back and propping his elbows on his knees which were a little far apart. As he continued to even out his breathing, he allowed his thoughts to drift.
And as he replayed the days event, he couldn’t help but think of how he got into this mess in the first place. To the time his master had decided the chase he in turn, called a game, started…
‘That was three years ago huh…’ He thought as he closed his eyes…
Three years ago
It was a gloomy day in the outskirts of Australia. A sure sign of a coming storm. It was pretty cold too, but unfortunately for the master and apprentice duo, they had no choice but to stay there. After all, what idiots would try to chase them to the frozen outskirts of an already almost unpopulated town just to demand payment to the many debts they owed? Well, actually, to be more precise, it was Allen Walker’s master, Cross Marian, who owed a lot of people money. He, however, as the apprentice, was “entitled” to pay his debts with, or for him depending on the situation.
Allen was eight the first time his master found him and decided to take him in. Before his master arrival, Allen had been living with Mana Walker, his foster father, who had unfortunately died the day he was found. It had been the most heartbreaking thing that had ever happened to Allen, for Mana had always been the only source of his happiness. That time Cross had offered to take him with him, he was hesitant, but then he remembered Mana’s dying words… “Allen…keep walking forward…never stop…”, and so he did. Allen accepted Cross’ offer without knowing why he even wanted to take him along… though now he was pretty sure his master only wanted to have someone who could shoulder all his debts.
‘Geez… I knew we had to run, but couldn’t we have just hidden ourselves somewhere a little more populated and a little less cold?’ He thought to himself, shivering as a harsh cold wind drifted past him and he rubbed his right arm unconsciously with the other.
“Oi, idiot apprentice.” His master called, effectively stopping his train of thoughts. He tilted his head to the side to look at his master before stiffening at the site that greeted him. His master was casually sitting on a rock with his legs crossed and he was currently smoking. That was normal, but the evil glint in his eyes accompanied by an equally evil smile was, for a better lack of words, very alarming. Because the only time his master ever smiled that way was when he had something devious planned which always involved the white haired boy. And if it weren’t for the impossibly cold weather, he would have been sweating buckets by now. He slowly faced his maser, putting on a shaky smile.
“Y-yes master?” Allen asked nervously.
“What do you say we play a little game.” His master said, eyes glittering as he let out the smoke from his mouth.
“A game? What sort of game?” He asked, although deep down, he wasn’t too thrilled to know what kind of “game” it was his master had come up with. He knew it wasn’t good… at least not for him.
“Let’s put it this way. You’ve been my apprentice for about five years know and I have already taught you a lot of things…” there was a huff and a “yeah right” from Allen followed by a startled “eep!!” as a hammer was thrown, aiming for his head. “…as I was saying, I’ve already taught you a lot of things but I have never truly tested you to know the extent of how much you have learned and understood. So therefore, this game will effectively do the job. It’s kind of similar to the chase we seem to always have with those idiotic debt collectors, only I’m gonna be the one chasing you. You even get a one month head start. So, how about it?” Cross finished making Allen blink cutely at his master. There was a pause…
“Err…I kinda don’t get-”
“Idiot apprentice!” He interrupted, hitting Allen on the head. “What kind of answer is that?! This may be a game, but don’t treat it lightly. You’ve got to be more than just serious if you ever want to out outwit me. Especially since I’m the one who taught you everything you know and you’re gonna have to use everything, even more to win against me. That in itself won’t be an easy task.” Cross straightened himself as he glanced down at the white haired boy who was crouching down, clutching where he was hit.
“…what’s in it for me?” he said finally looking up.
“Good question. If I catch you, you will have to pay my debts from the time I started chasing you till the time I catch you.” His master smirked. Allen paled. The worst part, he didn’t even answer his question.
“What?! Why?!” Allen demanded.
“Simple really, it’s fun watching you suffer and it will probably pay off if you eventually learn things I haven’t taught you yet. Of course, if you were to win…though I highly doubt you will, you get a two week vacation and another month worth as a head start. Also, you won’t have to pay the debts I will have…collected by then. The winner will be decided in five months. If I don’t catch you by the end of the last month, I lose.” His master gave a pause as he allowed the boy a few moments to let it all sink in. Oh yes. He really did enjoyed seeing his young and idiotic apprentice look like a lost and confused little puppy. The cuteness being an added bonus. The boy finally slumped and gave a big sigh.
“Like I have a choice in the matter…” he muttered as he stood up, still fingering the area he was hit. Cross made a satisfied smirk.
‘Hmmpt… Master and his crazy idea of fun. He always comes up with the weirdest things when his bored. Oh well, at least I get five months worth of debtless days.’ He shuddered at the thought of a pile of debts he would be paying after five months ‘I’ll still have to save up whatever money I do come across though…never know when I’ll need it.’ He gave another sigh before looking directly into his masters eyes.
“When do we start?”
End of flashback
Three years…it had already been three years. And he was proud to say he was only caught once, though the debts never seem to lessen his trauma concerning the matter. He had told himself never to owe someone anything as long as he was alive.
The exhaustion he felt was slowly taking its toll on him as he started to drift off to dreamland. He didn’t even try to fight it.
‘Two weeks…just two more weeks…If I don’t outrun him by then, he’ll catch up.’ He sighed. His eyelids were pretty heavy now. ‘I think I can afford at least a little rest. What good would it be if I do outrun him and end up dead anyway. He’ll just call me an idiot again, probably hit me with that hammer.’ He thought, then shuddered. A loud shriek from somewhere not to far jolted him back to his senses. It sounded like someone distress, and as we all know by now, he, unfortunately, had a hero complex.
Another scream, this one a sure cry of help made up his mind as he stood up despite the protests of his already aching and shaking body. ‘This is crazy! What on earth will I be able to do in this condition? But then again, it’s not like I can just let this go…’ He thought making a run for the direction of the sound. He turned on a corner (which looked awfully familiar), and made a right. Just as he was about to turn another corner, his vision was suddenly met with something black. It didn’t take him more than a millisecond to identify it as a person’s chest.
Before he practically crashed into said chest, he pivoted and turned, muttering a sorry as he ran past the stranger without so much as touching him. He didn’t miss it though. The raven hair and the deep sapphire eyes when they had a brief moment of eye contact. He quickly forgot about it as he sped up as another loud cry tore through the night sky.
Unbeknownst to him, the stranger had reached out and took something from his pocket. The stranger waited for him to vanish to another corner before lifting something to his face. It was his ID. The stranger read the name. “Che…Allen Walker huh? What an idiot.” He said as he continued on his path, pocketing the ID.
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Allen did not like the sight that greeted him as he stopped in front of an alleyway, panting. Their where nine men all in all, and although he couldn’t see their faces, he was sure that they all held a smug expression. Drawn to a corner was a little girl who was cowering in fear. The men didn’t notice his presence since they were all facing the other direction. He wasn’t so lucky though as he was spotted as soon as he started walking over to them. The guy who spotted him then alerted all his comrades and they all turned. When he saw the familiar tattoo each of the men had, the one of an upside down pentacle, his eyes narrowed.
“Akuma” He whispered to himself, taking on a fighting stance. He weighed his chances. ‘Beating them all up won’t be a breeze. It’s still possible…but…’ He thought as he eyed each men, but then his eyes landed on the frightened child. ‘What am I gonna do with the child?’ He thought. He was a good six feet away from the akuma. That in itself was a major disadvantage if he wanted to get the kid out unharmed.
One of the akuma was, to his obvious irritation, not as stupid as he would have hoped for. When the idiot saw him eyeing the kid, he grinned and snatched the child, securing her by the neck. The child was crying now.
“Nee-chan, please help me!” the girl cried, only to be squeezed harder by the man holding her. Allen stepped forward, twitching a little for being addressed as a girl.
“Don’t move.” The man said, taking a knife from his pocket and pointing it a near inch away from the child’s neck. “Or she gets it.”
This quickly stopped Allen from doing anything drastic. After all, it was the child’s life he was trying to save. The men looked among themselves, their smiles turning sinister. One of them stepped forward and walked towards him. Allen looked passive and stood still. Well, at least as still as his legs where allowing him to. They were still shaking from his earlier exhaustion and the akuma who was approaching him mistook it for fear. The man’s smile widened. He harshly grabbed Allen by the shoulder and slammed him into a wall nearer to the rest. The man then tilted his chin upward, making him look into his face. As Allen observed his “captors” face, he was a little surprise. The man didn’t look that bad…for a thug. ‘He must be the leader’ Allen thought. The man smirked.
“You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you? Tell me, what’s a helpless little girl doing out in the middle of the night alone?” The man cooed, drawing Allen’s face closer. Allen’s eye twitched and a vein popped out of his head ‘Helpless? Girl?!’ He snapped.
“You obviously need to do something with your eyes, ‘cause I’m a boy jackass.” Allen stated quite irritated, though he made no move to do anything, afraid of what might happen to the child if he did. He was closer to the man holding the child now, but not close enough. He needed to get closer if he wanted to make a surprise attack. He would just have to wait.
He wasn’t able to react when an unexpected blow landed on his stomach, knocking his breath out. He toppled over, clutching his stomach as he tried bringing air back to his lungs. He was then pulled up by the hair and punched right across the face. All the other men soon joined in and started to beat him up. All except the one holding the girl…oh joy.
It took a while really, as he was literally beaten to a bloody pulp. He was barely conscious now, but he held on to it. He would need it soon. Another punch to his face was all they needed to floor him, and wadya know? He had just landed beside the man holding the child. Marvelous. Now if he could just get his body to cooperate. Coughing out blood, he cursed, still unmoving. ‘I swear, I’m gonna be black and blue by the end of this…’ He glanced up at the child with half lidded eyes. She had been crying harder ever since the akuma had started beating him up. Crying over fear and guilt. She didn’t recognize the feeling, but knew that it was because of her the person was being beaten. The thought of the person only being an arm’s length away, but still unreachable made her want to cry more.
The leader of the group smirked and pressed his foot onto Allen’s head, making him groan in pain.
“Suits you right for talking back brat. Now you know that it’s never good to get on the bad side of the akuma. Let this be a lesson you will contemplate in hell!” the man yelled as he raised his foot, intending to crush Allen’s skull. The girl screamed and the rest of the akuma started to laugh.
All of a sudden, the leader let out a yelp when his foot was caught by a hand. Allen had blocked before it landed on him, and before the leader could react any further, he pushed it away, making the man stumble back. Shock soon filled the faces of all his attackers.
Taking advantage of the enemies shock, he quickly grabbed the hand holding the knife to the girls neck and twisted it. There was the sound of bone cracking followed by an agonized scream from the man and as the person doubled over, he reached out for the girl, grabbing her by the wrist and started to give her instructions on what to do.
“Listen, I’m going to distract this people and I want you to hide behind that corner” he moved his head to the side indicating the place he meant “until I can clear an opening for you to escape. When I give you the signal, I want you to run okay? Run back to your house as quickly as you can and don’t look back. I won’t allow any of them to follow you. I’ll make sure of it.” Allen declared, his voice shacking. He was aching all over. He started to cough blood, before standing up and faced the enemies, staggering as he did so.
“Nee-chan…” the girl asked, her voice laced with worry. “It’s okay, I’ll be alright.” Allen said, tilting his head to the side to look at the child. He gave her a reassuring smile. The child, although reluctant, nodded and ran to the corner indicated earlier as the group started to attack Allen.
He was able to block most of the attacks aimed at him and made quite a few hits himself. His vision was starting to blur, but he had to hold on, both his consciousness and attacks. Just until he was sure the girl would be safe and out of their reach. After all, what kind of person would he be if he allowed a child to see him break each and every one of their right arm. Maybe even a rib or two, but for now, he would just have to wait.
The fight went on a little longer with him leading the enemies all to one side wide enough for the child to pass by without getting caught. He blocked another punch and kick aimed for his head by moving back and ducking, landing another blow at one of the akuma thugs with his elbow and spinning around doing a round house kick at the nearest one standing. This seemed to have caught them off guard as the person stumbled over and landed on most of them. He turned to the girl panting and shouted.
“Now!”
The child hesitated for only a moment before she dashed to the alleys entrance as Allen held the rest of the men at bay. She was only just a few steps away, when suddenly, a huge arm caught her by the collar of her shirt and yanked her back making her scream. There was a shift in the hold before the sound of cracking reached her ear and the grip fell of a cry of pain filled the street. She turned around just enough to see the kind ‘Nee-san’ dash to block the others from leaving.
“Go!” He said. The girl stared at him teary eyed before shutting them and running out. Her cries and footsteps loud as she left.
As the sound finally vanished, Allen turned back to the akumas on the ground who were trying to recover themselves. A ghost of a smile crept over his face, still visible even through his ragged breathing. He cracked his knuckles as he moved forward ignoring his shaky legs, ignoring his aching body, poker face never leaving.
“Now let’s see how big you guys really are...” He said before screams of anguish erupted from the alleyway. A few moments later, a lone figure emerged from the corner covered in blood, sweat and bruises. Allen made his way to the right, leaning on the wall as he slowly slid down.
‘Damn…this was so not my idea of a good day…’ that was the last thought that left his mind before everything went black.
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“Aw man!!! Yu-chan! How could you be so mean?!” A red haired man with an eye-patch of about eighteen said aloud, crocodile tears staining his face as he walk about the streets alone. He had just come from school working on some decorations for their annual sports festival and although the actual event wouldn’t start for another week, the students were usually too busy with other stuffs by then. Aside from that, all the students in Black Order High were required to participate. Lavi had been working on the gym with his best friend Kanda Yu that evening. Well, that was until said best friend decided that he was too irritating and left without a single word.
Of course, Lavi, being the genius that he was knew where his dearest Yuu-chan went. Where else would a multi-millionaire need other than his own home that was equipped with the finest technology money could buy? The place was practically a mall, a hotel, a restaurant, and a spa house all in one setting.
By that time it had started to rain, the drops only getting heavier by the minute, but Lavi did not register any of it as he continued to walk the streets back to the house and contemplating about his friend all the way.
Yu Kanda was by far, one of the riches people in Japan. The sole heir and the only remaining member of the very rich and well-known Kanda Clan, whose fortune had been known throughout Japan for centuries. Unlike other rich people though, he was very, very different…well, not entirely. He was rather spoiled and always liked getting whatever it was he liked…but that isn’t the point here. Anyway, like he was saying, he was pretty much different from most of the rich people that existed today. Unique, if you please. Different because, unlike all the others who moved around practically doing nothing, he hated the idea of servants crawling at his feet waiting to fulfill his every command. He wasn’t a people person either and didn’t like throwing useless party for every little thing that needed celebrating. He was actually quite anti-social. Wait, scratch that. He was very, very anti-social, only tolerating a very few people in his presence. Lavi of course, was quite proud of being one of those chosen few.
Also, he wasn’t the type of person who liked to flash around and boast his wealth in every single persons face. No, he was the type who liked to keep himself low profile. Except for the fact that every single person in Japan seemed to already know who he was so it was kind useless if he thought about it. Yep. He was definitely not the “Stay out of my way you filthy peasant” type of person or any of the sort. Nope. He was more of the “Stay out of my way or I’ll kill you” type. Pretty strange too. Cause even with all the cars he had at his disposal, he usually preferred to walk to school. The guy was a neat freak too, Cleaning every little thing he saw out of place and telling everyone to keep it that way. Well actually, he usually yelled at them to “Keep the god damned place clean or he would decapitate their useless limbs and feed them to the dogs”…cough cough…what else did he miss…Oh yeah. The guy was territorial. He didn’t allow anyone into his room and Lavi was a little jealous that that single lotus was given permission to stay inside the place. Talk about weird. Also, the guy had a strange habit of patrolling the perimeter of the house at night for no particular reason. Pfft. Like anyone would dare to try and steel something form his house. Hah, only a fool would do something that stupid. Anyway, personality wise, he was arrogant, hot headed and very much impatient. Liked his honor above anything else and was greatly popular among women cause not only was he rich, he was drop dead gorgeous and an excellent student too.
Lavi was just about to rant more, something along the line of how truly incredible his best friend was. That even through the many death threats and sword pointing he received, his friend was really a very “kind” person deep down, when he heard crying. As the voice got nearer, he realized it was a female’s and that the cry was that of distress. Lavi’s eyes started to form hearts as he thought of a woman needing a handsome hero to the rescue and quickly skipped towards the direction of the voice. And if you want to ask by the way, yes! He loved women! Especially their squishy you know what’s and whatever’s.
Reaching the edge of the street and into a corner, he made a dramatic jump, extending his arms saying “Fret not fair lady! Your knight in shining armor has come to save you!” No one landed into his arms, although something did bump into his legs. He blinked, then looked down and saw a female sniveling child sprawled on the ground in front of him. Lavi scratched his head in disappointment. ‘Well, at least she’s female.’ He thought and signed, kneeling down in front of the girl and giving her a friendly smile.
“Hey there, you ok? Are you lost? Come, I’ll take you home.” He said offering his hand. Lavi was pretty surprised when the child flung herself at him and cried harder. It was no problem though. He was beyond wet anyway.
He slowly patted the child on her back, willing her to calm down. Before he was able to utter a single word to ask her another question, the girl detached herself hastily and started rambling incoherently.
“Please! Nee-chan…(sniff) Nee-chan, she-(sniff) men and blood-(sniff)…please help!” it was obvious the child was desperate, and although what she said was anywhere near comprehensible, he was sure that it was bad if blood was involved. He didn’t waist anymore time and got up, steadying the child along. His expression turned serious. “Alright. Lead the way.”
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It didn’t take long before they just about a building away from the said alley. By then the rain had already gotten worse.
Lavi was just about to enter the alley when the girl suddenly ran forward to the other side shouting “Nee-chan!” It was then that he realized the slumped figure on the wall, her white hair visible through a street light. Even from afar he could tell that the woman was younger, and as the rain slowly washed away the dirt and blood, he couldn’t help but admire the strange beauty just a few feet away. He had mentally forgotten the situation.
He slowly made his way to the woman, but as he walked pass the dark alley, he saw bodies sprawled on the floor. He stared, then immediately froze. There were about a dozen men on the alley, all bloodied, bruised and unconscious. Of course, he wasn’t just gonna guess that they where unconscious, so he came closer to each of them making sure that they were alive and maybe even call for help.
‘Damn…they’re really messed up. Wonder who did this…’ The thought crossed his mind as he assessed the situation and concluded on a few important points. One, they were all members of akuma, and two, they all looked like shit, and very nicely done at that. Shit translated as broken right arms and a rib or two. He quickly called the police, giving them the details they would need along with the location and quickly strode to the girl, kneeling down. He stared, and a few moments later, his nose bleed.
Even through the swollen cheek and the many colors that decorated the face and the split lip, she was still really, really cute. Her pale hair and complexion made her look like a fallen angel. A badly beaten one at that. He quickly stopped himself from allowing his mind to wonder further as he scowled and processed the fact that her breath was far too ragged to be anywhere near good. Slowly, hooked an arm under her knees and another on her shoulders. He then stood up. He had actually forgotten the presence of the younger child who never left her side. She finally spoke up in a worried tone.
“Mister…will nee-chan be alright?” She asked, teary eyed. He gave her a reassuring smile.
“She’s pretty messed up, but since most of her injuries are not open and bleeding, she’ll be fine in a few weeks. Don’t worry! I know someone who has access to the world’s greatest doctors and she-“ He paused as he stared at the girl cradled in his arms. They were soaking wet now, and since the girls white shirt was now transparent, he stared in shock as he had just realized…
“…is a HE?!”
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Authors Note: This is a repost of chapter 1 on LJ, though chapter 3 is already out on FF.net with the same title under the same pen name. Do tell me what you think, as well as what you believe will help me improve my writing and all that.
Thanks for reading!
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