[fic][d.gray-man] Introductions
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moonsheenSo, apparently I decided to write another D.Gray-Man AU. Consider this one an alternate post-Chapter 5 (that's right, chapter 5 anyone remember early D.Gray? Yes? No? No.) Allen Walker has arrived at the Exorcist Order he is meeting all sorts of new people...1,148 words. Noot much by way of spoilers but knowledge of the most recent arc is probably a big help.
Oh, and er. Happy Thanksgiving and stuff.
The boy was crouched like a cat under the gothic archway leading to the next set of cells. He wore a black exorcist’s uniform which pooled around him. Allen’s tottering steps slowed at the sight of him. The boy’s shaggy head lifted. He had a round face and sharp dark eyes.
“Hello,” said Allen, to be polite. His tongue felt like it took up his whole mouth. The drugs the director had shot into him hadn’t completely worn off.
The other exorcist broke into a grin. “Hello! You’re that guy, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure.” Allen put his bags down. His arm tingled uncomfortably. “My name’s Allen Walker, if that’s any help?”
“Allen Walker,” echoed the exorcist, nodding vigorously. He stood, shoving his sleeves up his elbows. “Allen Walker! I’m Alma. I was hoping I’d meet you.”
“Were you?”
“Mm-hm,” said Alma. “Lets fight.”
“...a...ha?” said Allen, and then he bent backwards to dodge the slash of the scythe that had somehow come unfolded from a small holster strapped to Alma’s forearm. His suitcase fell on its side. Allen planted himself on his palms to keep from bashing his head, and quickly flipped backwards to avoid the second slash aimed at his legs.
“You have a parasitic Innocence, right?” said Alma, spinning the scythe in front of him. Allen blinked. There was one blade, then two, then three, then one again. “That’s interesting. Its in your arm, right? Could you fight me with it? I promise I won’t hold back.”
“But you’re an Exorcist!” cried Allen, swinging out of the way of a third strike.
“That’s right, so you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything!”
“That is not what I’m worried about!” Allen leaped. The scythe slammed into the wall. The blade went in deep like a knife into a hunk of warm cheese. Allen landed on the pole, balanced in an unsteady crouch. He looked down it at the smiling boy on the other end. The staff section extended, he realized in horror. Alma had barely moved at all.
Alma cocked his head “You’re really flexible.”
“Thank you?” said Allen.
Then the pole shortened from under him, leaving a foot long scar in the castle stone. Allen fell back and turned his fall into a handstand.
“You should be an acrobat!”
“Sometimes I was!”
“Really?” Alma paused. “Oh, wow. I love the circus. I got to see one once. Did you have bears?” He swung the scythe down. Allen felt it tear the fabric of his coat. The coat had survived so much of the trip, only to go like this. It figured.
“Could you please stop asking questions? I really can’t do all this at at once.” It occurred to Allen he might have asked him to stop swinging the scythe first.
Alma did not stop swinging the scythe. He pulled it back with both arms in a long expert sweep. The blade turned a deep, soft black, like someone had cut out a piece of time and space to make it. “I think I see why Yuu kept talking about you, but I want to see what you showed him.”
“It would help if I knew who that was.” It would also have helped if his stomach would stop rocking like a boat. He his throat felt dry and shallow. ‘You might feel a bit of nausea,’ they said. They’d said other things as well, but Allen mostly heard the Director’s drill. He braced himself.
Alma pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Ah. I guess I’ll just have to make you show me.” He swung his arms forward. The scythe went with it, the pole grew longer as it reached the apex of its swing.
Allen was ready this time. Instead of jumping, he dropped. The blade sailed over his head. Allen fell against his knee and let his arm extend the red claws catching Alma across the legs. He dropped with a startled shout. The scythe clattered next to him. Allen shoved his free hand against his mouth and gagged. He did not feel well at all.
Alma lay on his side, pinned under Allen’s Innocence. He rolled his head, staring at Allen. His cheek was dark with castle muck. “Oh,” he said. His face split into a grin. It was far toothier than anyone could have expected from such a boyish face. “Great! Yes! Like that!” Then he gripped one of Allen’s claws. Allen yelped. Alma was surprisingly strong. He wrapped both hands around Allen’s middle finger and began to bend it back.
Allen was saved the crash of the doorway to the left of the arch. The door flew open, banged against the wall, and rocked from the force with which it had struck.
The young man who’d met Allen at the gate held it open. He looked more disheveled than before. His uniform coat was completely gone and his hair fell in a frayed mess around his shoulders. “...and what part of ‘I AM BACK FROM A MISSION. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT I WANT TO SLEEP’ IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND--”
He froze as the scene in front of him registered.
“Yuu!” said Alma, waving from under Allen’s claw.
“You...” said Allen, very weakly.
“I hate both of you,” said Kanda, turning around.
“Hey wait!” How exactly Alma had wormed out from under his arm, Allen wasn’t entirely sure. What he was sure of was the bizarre sight of Alma chasing Kanda back into the cell, clicking the scythe back into its portable size and flipping it up his sleeve as he clapped his hand against Kanda’s unwilling shoulder. “You know, you were right. He is pretty tough--”
“I will throw you out again.”
The door shut.
“F..flatmates?”
“Yes.” Rinali set the tray down. She took one of the cups of tea and rested it across from Allen, with another for herself. “This will help your stomach. Those two are...odd. I’m sorry. I should have warned you. Alma’s usually pretty clingy when Kanda’s around but I guess he got away for a bit...”
“You make him sound like a cat.”
“That’s a good description,” admitted Rinali, taking a dainty sip. “Don’t worry though. It sounds as though he likes you. He wouldn’t have introduced himself if he didn’t.”
“I’m...flattered?” said Allen. He flexed his fingers. The joints still felt a little strained, from when his finger had been pulled. “But aren’t introductions what you give before you decide whether or not you like someone?”
“Not for Alma,” said Rinali. “Be grateful. You don’t really want to know how he gets with people he doesn’t like.”
Allen remembered the foot long rip in his coat, the dark scythe, and that wide, toothy grin. He thought of the fact this was also someone who could live with a person like Kanda Yuu. “No,” he decided. “I don’t think I do.”
Oh, and er. Happy Thanksgiving and stuff.
The boy was crouched like a cat under the gothic archway leading to the next set of cells. He wore a black exorcist’s uniform which pooled around him. Allen’s tottering steps slowed at the sight of him. The boy’s shaggy head lifted. He had a round face and sharp dark eyes.
“Hello,” said Allen, to be polite. His tongue felt like it took up his whole mouth. The drugs the director had shot into him hadn’t completely worn off.
The other exorcist broke into a grin. “Hello! You’re that guy, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure.” Allen put his bags down. His arm tingled uncomfortably. “My name’s Allen Walker, if that’s any help?”
“Allen Walker,” echoed the exorcist, nodding vigorously. He stood, shoving his sleeves up his elbows. “Allen Walker! I’m Alma. I was hoping I’d meet you.”
“Were you?”
“Mm-hm,” said Alma. “Lets fight.”
“...a...ha?” said Allen, and then he bent backwards to dodge the slash of the scythe that had somehow come unfolded from a small holster strapped to Alma’s forearm. His suitcase fell on its side. Allen planted himself on his palms to keep from bashing his head, and quickly flipped backwards to avoid the second slash aimed at his legs.
“You have a parasitic Innocence, right?” said Alma, spinning the scythe in front of him. Allen blinked. There was one blade, then two, then three, then one again. “That’s interesting. Its in your arm, right? Could you fight me with it? I promise I won’t hold back.”
“But you’re an Exorcist!” cried Allen, swinging out of the way of a third strike.
“That’s right, so you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything!”
“That is not what I’m worried about!” Allen leaped. The scythe slammed into the wall. The blade went in deep like a knife into a hunk of warm cheese. Allen landed on the pole, balanced in an unsteady crouch. He looked down it at the smiling boy on the other end. The staff section extended, he realized in horror. Alma had barely moved at all.
Alma cocked his head “You’re really flexible.”
“Thank you?” said Allen.
Then the pole shortened from under him, leaving a foot long scar in the castle stone. Allen fell back and turned his fall into a handstand.
“You should be an acrobat!”
“Sometimes I was!”
“Really?” Alma paused. “Oh, wow. I love the circus. I got to see one once. Did you have bears?” He swung the scythe down. Allen felt it tear the fabric of his coat. The coat had survived so much of the trip, only to go like this. It figured.
“Could you please stop asking questions? I really can’t do all this at at once.” It occurred to Allen he might have asked him to stop swinging the scythe first.
Alma did not stop swinging the scythe. He pulled it back with both arms in a long expert sweep. The blade turned a deep, soft black, like someone had cut out a piece of time and space to make it. “I think I see why Yuu kept talking about you, but I want to see what you showed him.”
“It would help if I knew who that was.” It would also have helped if his stomach would stop rocking like a boat. He his throat felt dry and shallow. ‘You might feel a bit of nausea,’ they said. They’d said other things as well, but Allen mostly heard the Director’s drill. He braced himself.
Alma pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Ah. I guess I’ll just have to make you show me.” He swung his arms forward. The scythe went with it, the pole grew longer as it reached the apex of its swing.
Allen was ready this time. Instead of jumping, he dropped. The blade sailed over his head. Allen fell against his knee and let his arm extend the red claws catching Alma across the legs. He dropped with a startled shout. The scythe clattered next to him. Allen shoved his free hand against his mouth and gagged. He did not feel well at all.
Alma lay on his side, pinned under Allen’s Innocence. He rolled his head, staring at Allen. His cheek was dark with castle muck. “Oh,” he said. His face split into a grin. It was far toothier than anyone could have expected from such a boyish face. “Great! Yes! Like that!” Then he gripped one of Allen’s claws. Allen yelped. Alma was surprisingly strong. He wrapped both hands around Allen’s middle finger and began to bend it back.
Allen was saved the crash of the doorway to the left of the arch. The door flew open, banged against the wall, and rocked from the force with which it had struck.
The young man who’d met Allen at the gate held it open. He looked more disheveled than before. His uniform coat was completely gone and his hair fell in a frayed mess around his shoulders. “...and what part of ‘I AM BACK FROM A MISSION. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT I WANT TO SLEEP’ IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND--”
He froze as the scene in front of him registered.
“Yuu!” said Alma, waving from under Allen’s claw.
“You...” said Allen, very weakly.
“I hate both of you,” said Kanda, turning around.
“Hey wait!” How exactly Alma had wormed out from under his arm, Allen wasn’t entirely sure. What he was sure of was the bizarre sight of Alma chasing Kanda back into the cell, clicking the scythe back into its portable size and flipping it up his sleeve as he clapped his hand against Kanda’s unwilling shoulder. “You know, you were right. He is pretty tough--”
“I will throw you out again.”
The door shut.
“F..flatmates?”
“Yes.” Rinali set the tray down. She took one of the cups of tea and rested it across from Allen, with another for herself. “This will help your stomach. Those two are...odd. I’m sorry. I should have warned you. Alma’s usually pretty clingy when Kanda’s around but I guess he got away for a bit...”
“You make him sound like a cat.”
“That’s a good description,” admitted Rinali, taking a dainty sip. “Don’t worry though. It sounds as though he likes you. He wouldn’t have introduced himself if he didn’t.”
“I’m...flattered?” said Allen. He flexed his fingers. The joints still felt a little strained, from when his finger had been pulled. “But aren’t introductions what you give before you decide whether or not you like someone?”
“Not for Alma,” said Rinali. “Be grateful. You don’t really want to know how he gets with people he doesn’t like.”
Allen remembered the foot long rip in his coat, the dark scythe, and that wide, toothy grin. He thought of the fact this was also someone who could live with a person like Kanda Yuu. “No,” he decided. “I don’t think I do.”
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Date: 2010-11-25 08:01 am (UTC)kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
PROBABLY I HAD MORE COHERENT THINGS BUT NOT RIGHT NOW SO JUST
kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa >w<!!
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Date: 2010-11-25 08:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-11-25 09:06 am (UTC)Allen remembered the foot long rip in his coat, the dark scythe, and that wide, toothy grin. He thought of the fact this was also someone who could live with a person like Kanda Yuu. “No,” he decided. “I don’t think I do.
FABULOUS ahhh do want mooore
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Date: 2010-11-25 02:06 pm (UTC)I am especially partial to this exchange:
“You should be an acrobat!”
“Sometimes I was!”
“Really?” Alma paused. “Oh, wow. I love the circus. I got to see one once. Did you have bears?”
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Date: 2010-11-25 09:18 pm (UTC)Oman, Alma, you total yandere, I don't even. XD
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Date: 2010-11-26 02:52 am (UTC)