Mark One

Sep 23, 2009 14:50


In all of his life, Allen can't remember ever seeing something like this. Even when Mana was still teaching him the basics of Air Treks, even when he watched videos of Mana's battles from when he was younger, even then..

He's like a predator.

He's convinced that there's nothing that can compare, nothing even on par with this scene. In spite of the fact that his own teammate is being pummeled and destroyed, he can only stand in awe. Had he known that this one battle would result in Buzz being hospitalized for God knows how long, he would've stopped it sooner.

But he didn't.

A prowling hunter.

Feline grace and agility, speed and power, balance, flexibility, he has all of it. His arms are straining at the belts holding them down, proof that they aren't mere useless limbs. Four straps whip through the air as he leaps and spins, lashing out with a dangerous kick. The attached hooks slice through the air, hooking onto fabric and hair, digging into Buzz's skin, leaving gashes that bring forth the crimson liquid of life. A deadly dance of fire and strife, swinging legs and flying fists.

He's an assassin.. he works so silently despite the noise of his Air Treks.

The wheel catches, tearing into clothes and pants, scratching at the skin, shredding, tearing, destroying--

A cold-blooded, frozen-hearted killer.

Sparks fly as metal scrapes metal, biting into the steel of the unused construction crane. His opponent ducks, striking with an uppercut, and he leans to the side. Buzz's fist catches nothing but air.

His leg comes up, knee crashing into the larger man's gut and forcing him off the beam. Lost balance, flailing limbs, tensing as the bindings around the smaller male's arms finally snap from exerted pressure. The sleeves are long, covering his hands and leaving a good portion hanging off. It makes the Fang King look like a child, the way the wind whips as his face, snapping the hairtie and tossing a handful of midnight blue locks haphazardly.

Allen sighs. The match is over. He had thought Buzz would be better, though, seeing as he was one of those who were handpicked by the leader of The Black Order to be on the team. But, all's well that ends well. Allen won his match, Lavi his, Linali hers, and the rest of them won theirs as well. He'd hoped it would be a flawless victory with no injuries for his team.

He didn't like seeing them hurt after the battle.

He starts forward, only taking a few steps before Asia Branch's leader's words come back to his mind, ringing ominously in the face of that oriental man.

"..He isn't the opponent we anticipated, but your orders are all the same. Destroy them, Yuu Kanda."

Even when their battle began, the Japanese refused to take his eyes off of Allen, staring with killing intent despite the fact that Allen wasn't his opponent. He looked distraught for a moment, before the emotion lapsed into nothing but apathy as he made his way to the battleground.

That look in his eyes gave the young leader a bad feeling, like he had no care for the outcome of the match aside from complete victory.

..Complete victory. Nothing more, nothing less.

But that doesn't stop Allen from being shocked as the Asian pushes off from the bottom of the beam, propelling himself downward at the falling figure of his opponent. Buzz has barely a second to realize what's happening before the enemy is twisting around, whipping through the air with four hooks, cutting and slicing, raking over his own body in symbolic attempt to shred him to pieces.

Both of them hit the ground with a thud, one more lightly than the other. The Fang King is standing triumphant as the snapped belts flutter to the ground next to him, his arms rigid at his side, eyes averted from what may as well be Buzz's corpse.

An ambulance arrives almost immediately, as though prearranged in case something like this were to happen. The only casualty for The Exorcists, one among the many left dead by the ruthless Bloody Road.

Bringer of death, singer of evil, weaver of pain--

"It seems we have lost to you, Allen Walker."

Bak Chan, division leader of Asia Branch, is solemn as he cradles his own bruised shoulder. The shark stays behind him, silent as other members of the soon-to-be disbanded team re-wrap the belts binding his arms to his body, like he's being punished.

But for what? For winning the match? For nearly killing his opponent?

"Ah, yes.. It was a nice battle, Bak-san." Allen smiles with a stiff bow. He's gotten used to Japanese customs over the years, though he never feels comfortable using them. "By any chance.. you wouldn't happen to be interested in joining my team would you?"

"Me, join you? Ha!" Bak's good-natured laugh draws the attention of many, including the bound predator. "I'm afraid I've already received orders on where to go should I lose to you, so I'm afraid I can't. However..."

The Fang King stiffens, eyes narrowing at the blondish-orange head belonging to Asia Branch's leader.

"..Kanda seems to be available, but we aren't allowed to technically give him away. The Vatican would be furious."

"It would be advantageous to have another King on our team..." Allen trails off, slowly making his way over to the grimreaper personified. The taller male stands still and quiet, unwavering and solemn.

"..Would you like to join The Exorcists, Yuu Kanda?"

Allen sees the slightest hesitation in those obsidian eyes, flickering in an out with every twitch of an elegantly curved eyebrow, framed by strands of black and blue.

He hears the soft scoff, something like a 'che', and a faint rolling of shoulders. A shrug.

"..S'long as you're not as weak as that insect you call a Storm Rider."

Allen smiles.

Mana was right.

It does take all kinds of people to make an interesting team.

!drabble, ?how allen first met kanda, !background

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