Title: Assassin
Rating: T
Summary: Allen Walker is the best assassin in the city of Mancal Willings. His employer is the most powerful man--taking no notice of laws--in the city. And when he knocks into someone on his way from a murder,his luck only goes from bad to worse.
Ok...I haven't posted a story in at least 2 months. I know I haven't updated my crossover, but my brain is blank and I have lost interest, sadly enough. I hope to make this one interesting.
This is an AU...but it still has all our characters. I don't own D.Gray-Man.
A slender figure paused in the darkening street. A light drizzle was falling, making everything look misted and foggy. Then the figure moved on, glancing around carefully, eyes pausing on the street lamp then turned.
The drizzle had started to grow, and the figure shook the cloak that they wore, water raining down from the heavy canvas.
Another person, a tall man, came into view on the street. The slender person paused, pressing themselves against the wall, into the shadows. The tall man walked passed them without noticing anything and hurried out of sight.
"Why does it have to rain?" whispered the figure, shaking hair out of their face. "Always harder in the rain."
"What's always harder in the rain?" a deep, husky voice said from behind the figure and they turned sharply, eyes widening. "What're you doing out here, little girl?"
The figure narrowed their silver eyes and backed up slightly. "I…don't want to fight you," they said.
"You? Fight me? Hardly…" said the large man, different from the one before.
"Get away, if you don't want to end up in the gutter," said the small figure darkly. Usually, they didn't act like this.
"Where're you going, girl?" the man said as the figure tried to walk away. He grabbed the slender arm.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," whispered the figure.
"Why not?" said the man, smirking. The smaller of the two, the one being held tightly by the arm, glared hard and cold.
"That all you got?" whispered the man. "I think I can han—" he was cut off as the figure twisted around in his grip. They had forced him to the ground in less then 30 seconds.
"One…no, that wasn't all I had," they whispered, twisting the mans arm painfully around so that he went lower into the wet street. The man let out a muffled cry of pain and surprise. "And two…I'm not a girl."
The younger person pulled back the hood, showing a soft face, blue-silver eyes and white hair. But the face was contorted in anger.
"Ah-ah…please!" the man whimpered.
"I wouldn't waste my time," hissed the young man. "I have a job." He let the man go and pushed him away, then started down the street again, pulling the hood up over his white hair.
After about two blocks, the boy leaned against the wall of a building. The rain came down heavier than before, but still was mostly drizzle. He sighed.
"That was bad…" he whispered to himself. "Can't lose control like that."
He pushed himself away from the wall and continued down the street. He had traveled a total of twenty blocks when he stopped, slipping into an alleyway. There, he tread carefully, reaching a door. He knocked.
" 'O is it?" asked a gruff voice as the small panel was pulled back. The boy just looked up. "Ah, yes sir…he's been 'specting you."
The panel closed once more and the sound of bolts could be heard, and the heavy door was pulled open. The doorkeeper stepped aside, letting the slim boy slide quickly out of the rain and into the building.
"This way," said a man who had been standing beside the doorkeeper. The boy nodded and followed the other through the room. Eyes followed him from tables of gamblers as he walked through.
"In there," said the man, pointing into a room. He opened the door. "Oi, boss, 'tis the Walker boy."
"Let him in."
"Right…in you go Walker, and make it short," growled the man, and opened the door enough for the boy to slip in.
"Mr. Walker? It's a pleasure to see you," said a silky voice. The silver haired boy walked forward, shedding his heavy cloak and looking across the room.
The man he was seeing, the boss, was sitting in a chair; a playing card between two of his slender, glove covered hands. He turned it slowly then pulled the cigarette from his mouth.
"Come on boy…" he said. The boy walked closer then bowed slightly.
"You called me?" asked the boy, cringing slightly. He couldn't believe he had listened to the call of this man. But if he hadn't, he would have been killed.
"Yes. I need your service, if you will. There is a person I wish to be killed," the man said, grinning darkly, shifting the cigarette in his mouth.
"And why, may I ask, do you need me, Tyki?" the boy asked, staring at the man.
"Don't address him like that, you little—" but Tyki silenced the man who had objected with a flick of his hand.
"Because, Allen Walker," he said, standing up and dropping the card on the table, "you are the best."
"I don't wish to be," Allen said, glaring hard at the man as he walked over to him.
"That doesn't change the fact that you are. And you will do what I want," Tyki's tone had hardened slightly and Allen's eyes flicked down.
He was silent as the older man walked right up to him and eyed him carefully. "So, do we have a deal?"
Allen closed his eyes, then nodded. "Yes. Who is it?" he asked.
The man on the side shuffled forward as Tyki straightened up, smiling. He handed a small folder to the boy, who stared at it.
"I…can't," he murmured, looking at the picture attached to the front. It was of a young woman.
"Ah but you can. And you will," said Tyki, watching him carefully.
"What importance does this woman have to you? And why do you need me for her?" asked the boy. He hated what he did. But he couldn't help it. If he didn't…he would lose control. Like he had in the street.
Tyki turned, dropping his cigarette in an ashtray then pulling another out of a pack in his pocket. He lit it. "Oh, you needn't worry about that, my young friend. Just do the job. Oh yes…I need you because she is a very important person."
Allen looked at the picture again, then opened the folder. He saw the name and dropped it like it was fire. "No."
Tyki turned to face him once more. "Yes. Or else you know what will happen. Come on Mr. Walker…this will be easy."
"No. I won't kill her. Find another assassin for the job. But I won't kill her," said Allen, backing up. Tyki frowned and took a step towards the boy.
"Come now. I need you so that she can be killed. You know how many bodyguards she has. So that's why I need you," said the tall slender man, placing a finger under Allen's chin.
"But I…can't!" said Allen, pushing back and hitting the door. "Not her!"
Tyki glared. "You can and you will," he said sharply.
Allen shrank slightly, then nodded. "Yeah ok," he muttered. The man in front of him smiled.
"Now, you had better get going. She shall be at the Mancal Willings Ball tomorrow. That should give you an easier time, at least," said the man, walking back to his chair and sitting down. He picked up the card again, watching Allen carefully.
Allen nodded and pulled on his cloak again, his head bowed. The man on the side let him out. The boy's eyes were barely visible under his hood and silver hair, but when one actually met them, they were fiery.
No one in the room met his eyes, but watched him silently. The moment that he had stepped out of the bosses' private lounge, the whole smoke-filled room had fallen silent, cards held in hands.
The silver haired boy walked straight through the tables to the door. The doorkeeper opened the door without a word, looking with slight fright at the young boy.
Outside, the rain was even harder than before. Allen Walker glanced up at the rain, then flipped his hood over his already soaking hair and headed to his apartment.
Reaching the building, he entered, climbing the stairs. When he reached his, he unlocked it and entered, locking it behind him.
If ever a police officer had found their way into the young mans apartment, he would have been arrested before he could say one word for his own defense. It wasn't like he had weapons just lying around, but there were definitely signs.
He looked at the clock. It was 10 o'clock. Tomorrow, he had to be at the Mancal Willings Ball. Tomorrow, he had to do the job that Mr. Tyki Mikk had asked and ordered him to do. Tomorrow, he had to kill one of the most important woman in the city.
Allen wished for tomorrow not to come, so that he didn't have to kill her. He didn't want too, but if he didn't, he'd lose control. He had to keep reminding himself that. That was the only reason he did what he did.
He hated what he did.
Allen crumpled to the floor then grabbed a knife that lay on the table and threw it as hard as he could at the wall. It rotated once in the air then hit the wall with a dull thud. It sank into the wood about six inches.
He stared at it. He was a monster. A normal human couldn't do something like that. The wood was very hard, the throw awkward.
Then the white haired boy got up, walking over to the knife and pulled it out easily. He dropped it on the table with a clatter then stumbled into his bedroom.
There, he had to find something he could wear. Allen did have something, and he found it very easily. It would be quite easy to get into the Mancal Willings Ball. The task at hand was a rather simple one.
"Simple or not…I don't want to do this," he mumbled to himself. Allen fell onto his bed and fell asleep.
Thanks for reading. Please Review! I wish to continue with this story. Again, I'm sorry for all of those people who might be disapointed about my crossover. I'll try to update this soon.