Hahaa! The crazy Kanda!rapist-fan is back! x) This time, there is no rape (yet…), but this time I posted a bit more…interesting story here! And it's even BETAed! Yes! I actually have an AWESOME BETA! :D Wohoo! Someone can actually see, after cleaning after my horrible English!

There will be LEMON later in this story! And if I'm on the good mood, we might see 3 men in 1 bed! ;)

Oh, and for the Pride Breakdown readers; there will POSSIBLY be a sequel coming soon! :D Just be patient, and you might get surprised! ;)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own -man! (and thank your God that I don't!)

The Underworld

Long, long ago, humans' thought that they were the only ones on this cruel world.

They thought that there was no other race, than humans living on this world.

People were carefree, and never sensed the evil walking amongst them.

The truth was hidden from them, and the beasts stayed in shadow.

But one day, a certain beast got tired living in shadows, and stood up from the shadows.

A young drake, one day, got tired of pretending, and decided to create a war.

The humans weren't strong enough for the beasts, and they surrendered.

The young jade drake named Kazura was soon the king of the new world.

All kinds of creatures, like vampires, were-wolfs, succubus, drakes, harpies, demons,

gargoyles, night elves and lots more, came out from the shadows, and invaded the whole world.

Soon enough, the race of human was in danger to disappear, when the beasts of underworld took over the earth.

Some of them wish to leave in peace, but the hope has almost faded.

The streets of Paris were being crowded with people, as always at this time of day. The sun was about to settle down in few hours, and people needed to deal with their business, before the dark creatures took over the city, like every night. The people in town looked quite normal actually, just like the old times. Nothing was normal anymore, and nothing was what it looked like. People in streets were something that was far away from normal. The dark creatures took the aspect of a human, but at night they came back to their original form.

A young man walked on the streets, looking normal and walking in middle of the crowd, nothing suspicious. The man's only visible, emerald eye scanned the area of the streets. His blood red hair was kept up with a green bandanna, color matching his eye. His left eye was being covered with an eye patch. He was like everyone else; looking as normal as possible. The young man continued looking around, as he avoided walking onto other people. He held a small paper bag on his hand, a rose pointing out from the bag.

He stopped on front of a jewelry shop, looking at the showing window. Something there caught his interest, so he walked through the crowd to the window. As he stood right front of it, he examined the golden bracelets and rings with his emerald eye. He seemed to like the shining diamonds and stones. But as he saw the silver necklaces, he grinned. Silver was the worst enemy of were-wolves, so people rarely sold them anymore; not wanting to break a new war.

The redhead continued his way, as he walked down the street. He listened to the noise, what his sensitive ear was receiving. But something caught his interest; a really loud heartbeat and ragged breath was coming to his way. People we're yelping, and there was pushing sounds. It was coming closer, and the redhead had to turn around in interest. As he did, someone suddenly pumped into him.

A younger boy, with a snow-white hair and pale skin, was falling to the ground. The boy didn't hesitate much, as he stood up right away and looked at the redhead shocked.

"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, sir!" The white haired boy bowed in order to apologize, and continued running down the street with a huge haste, like he was running for his dear life; maybe he was. The redhead looked down, where the boy had fallen over. There was a bit of some red liquid on the ground, but only a small amount.

The redhead bent down, looking at it more closely. Suddenly, a delicious smell went through his nose, mixing all his senses. A sudden red flashed through his emerald eye, and small fangs were visible from behind his parted lips. He suddenly stopped, as a voice called his name.

"Lavi! Oi, Lavi!" A familiar voice called the said boy. Another young male was pushing through the crowd, looking quite cheerful. His brown hair was pulled back in small ponytail. His brown eye was sparkling in joy, as he was approaching his redheaded friend.

"What is it, Gouren?" Lavi asked with a hint of boredom in his voice. The said man reached Lavi, panting but still giving the dumbfounded smirk to him. He looked quite cheerful, ignoring the bit rude reply from his friend.

"We need to get back to the mansion, now. It's starting in an hour," Gouren made a serious face as he talked. Lavi's visible eye only widened, as he glanced down on his wristwatch. The damn thing showed 4:14. It was broken! No wonder the alarm was so quiet. The redhead sighed, looking at his companion.

"I guess there's no choice then, let's go," The brown haired man nodded, as both of them walked to the street, trying to stop a taxi.

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The white haired teenager continued pushing through the crowd, a look of horror on his face. His grey eyes were full of fear; fear of death. The boy waded trough the crowd that were on his way. He apologized, though people kept grunting in annoyance when the white haired boy kept pushing them.

He finally approached the end of the city, running like a mad man. A black back bag was bouncing on his back furiously, as the boy increased his speed. Countryside came to his view, after the town apartments ended. He left the whole town behind, as he sprinted to the countryside.

The white haired boy's heartbeat was really swift. The boy cried out, as he felt all the air leave his lungs. However he wouldn't, no, couldn't stop running. Even when his legs were already feeling really numb, and his body ached; he couldn't stop. He cried out in pain, when his whole body was protesting against the running. He felt like falling on the ground and dying from the lack of breath. His cheeks were burning red, and his eyes were full of fear.

Fear of death.Then suddenly, he gasped from the relief. A small mansion was standing in middle of a field, with a small yard in front of it. The mansion resembled a small castle. It had two, small towers standing bright from each side of the building. There was a big garden behind the mansion, but the plants and trees were dead. The garden looked like a deserted graveyard, but there was no bodies buried there. A small pond was on the front yard as well, with the small sand circle for the cars to park on.

The young boy cried out when he heard horrible screeching coming from the town, making him sprint with his lack of energy he had left. He reached the yard, almost tripping over, as he was reaching for the fancy, white door. He pulled his keys, and started to push them to the lock, hand shaking violently. He cried out, when the key didn't want to slip into the hole. The gray eyes followed the key, when it slipped into the hole. He almost snapped the silver object in two, as he twisted the lock and the door opened.

He jumped inside, slamming the door close. He turned around, staring at the metal locks on the door. He snapped and slipped them through each other. He breathed heavily, before sprinting again down the hallways of the house, seeing only the white walls flash when he ran in middle of them. He made a sharp turn on a corner, and the hallway continued again. A metal door was at the end of the hallway, making the gray eyes wide and his legs speed up once more.

He almost jumped to reach the metal door. As he did, he twisted the metal circle in middle of the door, making the door snap open before him. He slipped inside through the little hole, entering into darkness. He turned around, and pushed the heavy door close. As it snapped to its place, he looked at the bright and colorful buttons next to the door. He started to touch the small screens, and a heavy snap was coming from the door, and a beep. As he turned around, few lights came on, revealing the stairs going lower.

The boy was finally breathing more steadily. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his sleeve, starting to walk swiftly down the stairs, still looking quite stressed and upset. He didn't miss a single foot, as he practically jumped down the last three steps, and opened another door.

The white haired teen entered the room, closing the door, and locking it once more with the complicated metal locks. As the door closed, the lights came on, and brightened the whole room. The white haired boy turned around, and pressed his back against the door. He was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and red. He held onto his chest, like trying to catch his heart, if it jumped out. He slid down against the door, sitting on the floor, still breathing heavily.

"C-calm down, A-Allen…you're safe…" The boy breathed out, talking to himself, as he looked down onto the room.

For now…

Short, crappy and boring! Can I say more? –laughs- There you have Lavi for a bit…and a vampire oc ''Gouren'''. You think that "if Lavi is a vampire, then WHY is he walking in the daylight, dipshit?"

Well, my answer is; just wait and READ! ;)Hi everyone~! This is Flicca's Beta! I just wanted to let you all know that this is an amazing story. I think you should read it. Make sure to review!!

And a message from my AWESOME BETA:

Thanks, Hun! ^^3 If you guys really are interested and want to see more; tell my by reviewing this story, because the 2nd chapter is almost ready!