Fic Plunnie: D.Gray-man (And Where This Road Takes You)
"Excuse me."
The two men at the bar turned to face the odd boy who smiled up at them in a fairly cheerful manner, seeming not to realized what kind of people he was attempting to speak with. They could do little more than stare at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Allen waited them out, more used to this sort of reaction than he would have liked. Maintaining his smile, he tried again, "Excuse me--"
He didn't even blink as one of the men got into his face, alcohol strong on his breath as he asked, "And what does the little clown want? Ain't the clown s'posed ta entertain others?"
The boy sighed inwardly, lamenting the fact that no matter where he went, people thought of him as nothing more than a clown simply because of his white hair and the red scar on his face. Though, he had to admit that they probably didn't realize it was something other than grease paint.
Outwardly, he continued to smile. "Sorry to be a bother, but have you seen a man with long red hair wearing a black uniform--?"
The way their faces darkened, Allen knew that they rescognized the description and understood that, once again, he was dealing with people who'd been cheated by his master.
He put up his hands, trying to laugh it off. "W-well, see," he stated, ready to lie through his teeth and run, "that man..."
He trailed off, realizing their attention was elsewhere.
It was on his left hand.
The boy swore that one day he would get his master back for all of this, but at that moment, he could only start to cry out as hands clamped down around his wrists, keeping him from escaping, "W-wait! It's a mistake--!"
"Mistake?" the second man asked with a laugh. "That guy robbed us our money 'cause he cheated at cards--"
Allen couldn't help but to mutter as he turned his face away from the foul-smelling breath, "Shouldn't play poker if you can't cheat--"
The man shook him, making his teeth clack against each other, almost biting his tongue. "You better watch your mouth, boy, you're your master's repayment of the hundred thousand he took from us."
The boy felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. "H-hundred thousand...?"