TITLE: Allen Snow Walker & the Theatre Troupe of Seven

GENRE: YAOI, Romance, Drama

PARING: AllenKanda

RATED: T (PG-13)

A/N – This is actually by my friend: Akiko and I'm just her Beta.

SUMMARY: loosely based on the well-known fairy-tale 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. AU, set in the 1700s when British people first came to Japan.

A peasant boy, long ago orphaned came to Japan, lost he was found by Cross, awakening his fate. His name is Allen Walker.

The heir of a dominating clan, destiny all already laid out for him, everything changes with this one chance encounter. His name….Yuu Kanda

(ok…I suck at summaries, but Akiko writes much better than this summary suggests so please, read and review…thanks!)

DISCLAIMER: If we owned D.Gray man, it would be a total yaoi anime; basically it isn't so therefore we don't own it.

CHAPTER ONE No matter what life you lead

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The ship came to a stop in Kyoto, carrying in it British citizens eager to see what traditions Japan held. Allen Snow Walker walked among them, his snow white hair standing out thus given the name from birth: Allen Snow Wales. His mother fell ill of the plaque when he was 4, and his father being a cold hearted man ridded himself of the boy, discarding him like rubbish in an orphanage. He was soon adopted by a man by the name of Mana Walker, changing his name, but most of all changing his life. Mana gave light to his life melting away the ice that coated it, but though Mana was a man of strong will, it inevitable for him to soon face death. Yet another loved one snatched away by ruthless illnesses. Allen Snow Walker certainly did have a misfortunate life, but travelling to Japan would not only change his life's perspective, but his fate.

The cold air caressed his face like the fingers of a winter goddess. Snow blanketed the town, wonderful scenery of white along with glittering bright lights of the colourful lanterns shining invitingly on the walls of inns and bars. The Japanese folk stared as he walked past, it was certainly normal to see a foreigner at this day and age, but a young boy with white hair. Still no one dared to open their doors to a foreigner, lights went out and doors closed, turning back he could see the previous shops he passed had opened up again. He went deeper into the streets of Kyoto in search of a place to rest.

His fingers were starting to feel numb from the cold breezes that soon turned into a blizzard. He still didn't no what to make of this situation, stuck in a place where he wasn't welcome anywhere and out in the cold.

"Boy, what are you doin' out in this cold"

Allen turned towards the voice, he found a broad-shouldered man with a black coat that engulfed his features, a mask that hid half his face and red hair blowing wildly in the storm.

"Please sir, I don't have a place to rest, I don't have money, but I'll work", Allen bowed his head down.

"Work huh? Well you do have a pretty face, you've got weird hair, but I like it".

"Huh?" an ominous feeling grew in the pit of Allen's stomach.

"Come with me boy, there's a place where anyone's welcome and I own it", a hint of pride rang in the man's words, "I'm Marian Cross, leader of the Theatre Troupe, you?"

"A-Allen Snow Walker, nice to meet you", Allen's teeth chattered a bit from the cold.

They finally reached a little house, it held no lanterns, but it looked warm. Allen followed Cross inside the building. Something hit Allen, "Wait, you're British how'd you land a job here… as a leader?"

Cross chuckled, "People I live with aren't Japanese at all, we're a popular Theatre Troupe, but it took a lot of hard work in hell to earn the respect we have now".

Allen understood that, as a child he did street performances to earn money for food. All of the skills he had now weren't taught to him, but he perfected them himself. He practiced everyday, on an empty stomach sometimes even, he got injury after injury until he did them all without a mistake.

"Well here's the team, team this Allen".

Allen got distracted from his train of thought to look upon seven young men. The one with red hair and eye patch was the first to introduce himself.

"Hey, I'm Ravi; I do the fighting scenes in this troupe".

Second was a Chinese man with glasses, "I'm Komui".

The rest came in and shook hands with Allen.

"I'm Jerry, I'm not too fond of getting on that stage, but I keep the troupe well fed"

"I'm Theodore, I paint the back drops here, and take the role of an emotional character"

"I'm River, I'm an actor, but I also help out with costumes"

"I'm Johnny, I work on ways we can change the lighting and the set ups, as well as acting"

Allen smiled and nodded in acknowledgment of each person, each of whom play a vital role in the troupe.

"Well you already know me as Cross, I'm the play writer"

"It was nice to meet you all, please let me work hard for all of you"

Ravi turned a question eye at Cross, "You're making an addition to the troupe?".

"Well he had a pretty face; I couldn't turn him down, besides we need a Goddess of Winter in our next play".

"G-Goddess?" Allen's heart skipped a beat.

Cross ignored him and went on, "If Allen wasn't recruited we would've used Johnny anyway".

Johnny looked up in astonishment, "ME! I-I mean welcome aboard Allen, please enjoy your stay."

When Ravi showed Allen his room, he couldn't help but stare at his white hair. He'd never seen such a thing, but to him it made Allen's beauty more like a rare jewel that could only be found every a thousand years or so.

"You have a story for that white hair".

Allen looked up "Well I was born this way; it earned me the name Allen Snow Wakes".

"Did anyone know the cause?"

"I-There was a rumour, my father owned a famous company with beauty products, I heard he tested a new product that was meant to eaten on my mother, she was still pregnant with me".

Ravi looked at the young boys sombre face, not sure of what to say about his unfortunate past, 'What a bastard of a father'.

"Allen while you're here you should know the streets of Kyoto a bit more".

"I suppose, I was lost before I found Cross".

"What! You were lost when Cross found you?"

Ravi's sudden out burst made Allen jump, he nodded slowly.

"Huh… The way Fate works is strange ain't it?"

"Yes, fate does work in strange ways".

Allen settled down on his futon, relieving his sore, cold feet. He looked at the shadows that were cast upon the doors; he watched the snows shadows float down. The way the shapes were manipulated by torches outside, made them look like Sakura petals were raining down on Japan.

He lay on his back thinking of he's forever gone step father. 'Fate certainly put luck on my side today, right, Mana'. He soon fell asleep counting 'Sakura petals'.

Something was shaking Allen gently away from his wonderful dream; he had found a place where he was welcome. Seven men lived in the house and they were willing to let him stay and let him work with them.

"Allen, Alleenn…," the voice grew impatient.

"Y-Yes, good morning, ah…" who was telling him to wake up?

His eyes focused on the person in front of him; soon a pair of shiny glasses came in to view.

"Ahh, Komui-san".

"Morning Allen, it's your first day of work, don't be late, okay", with that he walked out.

Allen made his way to the kitchen, where a wonderful aroma filled the air; he turned to see Jerry with a wok in his hand frying away.

"Morning Allen!" he said in his sing song voice, "You want omelettes and rice for breakfast"

Allen never realised how hungry he actually felt, "Sure".

He sat down on the unusually short table. "Umm… Allen you're supposed to sit crossed legged on the cushion," Komui gave a demonstration, "Like this".

Allen shifted his awkward position with burning cheeks, "Yes thank you".

"Oh yeah Allen, Ravi will give you a tour of Kyoto today, you can see all the popular places, and best area to do shopping".

"Shopping?"

"Yep, while you're here you'll do our shopping, it used to be Cross, but he wouldn't come back till midnight or something, and he'd come back with the smell of women's perfume".

"Ahh… ok"

"Allen you ready?"

"Oh, Ravi, nearly", he swallowed his food quickly, along with a gulp of tea.

"I'll be going now, thank you for the meal".

Allen walked beside Ravi through the busy street, listening to him saying where all the 'hot girls' worked. Allen sighed when he started going hysterical talking about a women working in a bar.

"… wanna go there?"

"Huh? What?"

"You wanna go to the bar where Miyu-chan works".

"No, I want to know the best place to shop".

"Oh yeah your job, well at your service Mr Walker, this way please"

Allen chuckled at his politeness.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" a voice boomed.

"Ah the Kanda family", a few whispers came from the crowd.

Allen heard distinct fear in their voices, "Ravi, why are the people scared of the… the umm…"

"Kanda clan?" Ravi finished for him, "Well they're a powerful family, and the men of this family always train to become samurai's to serve politicians or bigger clans".

"I see".

"Their eldest, and only son is Kanda Yuu, the clan's head complains of the many daughters the gods cursed him with", sarcasm stained his voice.

"What happened to them?"

"Oh, married of to some other powerful clan, the only thing that the Kanda's want is power".

Allen could tell the last part was almost spat out, Ravi obviously thought that these people were morally offensive.

"Allen, there's a festival tonight at the markets, we're opening a ticket booth there if you wanna come too", Ravi's tone had totally changed when he spoke to Allen.

"Ah, sure why not, I've never been to one, it might be fun".

On the way back to the house, Allen tried his best to ignore the occasional finger pointing at his hair. Ravi chuckled, "Allen you look constipated".

"The people, th- their making fun of my hair."

"Awww, I thought you looked cute" Ravi teased Allen a bit earning a glare from him.

Lurking in an alley not far away spied upon the white haired boy in pure lust.

"Allen Walker, my hunger grows more impatient, I want your heart for myself", the figure chuckled as he put his top hat back on his neatly gelled hair.

When night approached, the markets were full of chaotic preparations. Allen could see that this festival was going to be busy. He was on his own this time, insisting that he remembered the streets of Kyoto well. He kept walking marvelling at the decorations, very soon forgetting where he was even going.

"Oh no, let's see, was it this way?"

"Lost are we?"

Allen saw a gentleman with a top hat making his way towards him, "Um… no, well, ah… yes", Allen gave up and hung his head in shame.

The man laughed softly, "Well I'm Sir Tyki Mikk, but you can call me Tyki", he emphasised 'you' a bit. "Let me help you, I came on a boat the night before, but my memories serve me well".

"I'm Allen Walker," accepting the man hand.

'I know Allen Snow Walker'.

Tyki made Allen go into a deep conversation with him, savouring his 'sweet, innocent' voice. Allen hadn't even noticed he'd come a long from the festival. Soon they reached an alley.

"Ah I think we're lost now". Allen looked at the dead end.

Something grabbed his wrist slamming him into the stone walls, "Ow! What are you doing", Allen hissed into Tyki's face.

Tyki grinned at the struggling boy, "I hunger for your heart, Walker".

Allen froze, what was this man thinking, and what he wanted. Fear polluted his heart as Tyki closed in. Allen could see the lust and hunger playing up in his yellow eyes. 'Fate isn't so nice after all', Allen felt a sense of betrayal some how.

His body finally obeyed him, "NO!" his free hand bunched up into a fist, and impacting on Tyki's jaw.

"Hn… that's just to bad then, I thought you'd be a good boy, but if I can't have you, you can't be with anyone else, I'll take your heart right here, all to myself", Tyki's voice grew hungry and hysterical.

Just as his hands were going to penetrate Allen's chest, a flash of innocent fear went through Allen's eyes. Tyki stopped, 'What the hell am I doing, I'm being a monster, I get sent to kill him, and now, now I kill in lust for him!'

Tyki retrieved his composure, "I can't bring myself to killing a rare creature like you, but I warn you the Earl is after your life, you re the only thing that stands in his way of a successful theatre business".

"But why killing?"

"The Earls a greedy man who lusts after domination and wealth, he would do anything in his power to achieve his goals without a second thought".

Allen stood in shock, how on earth was he able to take over the theatre business here.

Tyki looked at his face one last time, "I'm of to go to the festival now, good day," with that, and a small breeze he was gone.

In a dark room a greedy man who lusted after domination and wealth sat upon his arm chair, in his hand he held a peculiar umbrella. "Pumpkin umbrella in my hand, whom do you foresee will spread his theatre throughout this land?" he spoke like the devil himself.

"I have foreseen Allen Snow Walker to be famous in this land, lero".

"Tyki hasn't served me well at all", an evil grin graced his lips, "Walker will not be of this land when I send Rhode", saying that, his dark humour filled the stale air.

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Chapter 2 will be up as soon as Akiko finishes the 3rd chappie!