Oh, wow, I'm updating too much.

Well, I said I'd put up the first chapter after Chapter 6 of It's Not All Black and White was published.. and it's, uh, half-published.. so this is like.. a half chapter..

It's really just a prologue. I hope you don't mind. D:

It's also Yullen. I hope you don't mind that either. D:

It's also one of the few times I'm going to try and write in full first person. I hope my wording doesn't make your eyes bleed. D:

It's also in Kanda's POV, because I can't write Allen for shite. I'll try, though. Sometime. Another time.

This fic probably won't be updated as often as INABaW. That's my main fic for the time being, even though I'm trying to think of a plot for FMA, too. XD Multi-taskiiinnnggg.

Some of the stuff in here probably doesn't seem possible. At least, not to us. I'm sure some of it's impossible, too, but we can ignore it, because it's Kanda. :D

Warnings: Suspense. That's all. K. K+ for gore, maybe. Not explicit... but the rating will go up as Kanda grows up. Potty mouth, I swear.

Pairings: Yullen! Lovely lovely Yullen.

DISCLAIMER: I don't want to put this here... I don't want to admit that I don't own Yullen, DGM, Kanda's mom, Kanda's dad, the Akuma, the Earl, the... oh, fine, I don't own any of it. DGM belongs to KATSURA HOSHINO, that wonderful woman who seems to enjoy drawing half-naked Kanda. Oh well.


Prologue


Some people called me a sociopath…


At 3 years old, I was advanced for my age. I could walk and talk, unlike my peers, still crawling around on all fours or just barely being able to sit up. I knew when to speak up, when to add to a conversation, and when to stay quiet.

I could wield a sword, though awkwardly, since the handle was too big for my hands. Despite that, I excelled at kendo, iaido, and kenjutsu in general. I could defeat those more than 5 times my age (which didn't amount to much, but it was a big thing to a 3 year old).


Some people called me a prodigy…


Kaa-san was always proud of me. She would call me her child, hug me, and praise me after practice. She smiled whenever I won my matches, which was always.

I loved to see her smile. It was beautiful, and so was she.


Some people called me a cold-hearted bastard…


I never smiled much, or expressed many emotions. Only for kaa-san. I smiled only for her and tou-san. They were the only ones who deserved my feelings, in my mind.

We weren't a very rich family, so being able to send me to a dojo was something very important to all three of us.

My father died two months after I turned 4, and kaa-san presented me with a katana named Mugen.

I killed her that same night and burned her body with father's body.


Some people called me ' son'…


"Yuu-kun."

I didn't want to look at the thing in front of me. It was dark and hideous, monstrous even.

"Yuu-kun.. I am an Akuma."

I couldn't believe it.

"Please, your father and I loved you very much. We were both Akuma, and it was inevitable that we would die soon. Yuu-kun…"

My mother, a lovely Japanese woman with long brown hair and soft chocolate eyes… An Akuma? A monster?

"Please kill me, Yuu. Let me join your father in the after world."

My mother was selfish. I told her that.

She almost killed me.


Some people hated me…


I still remember the black dagger that she held and shoved into my chest. It burned and it hurt. I should have died then. But I didn't. I don't know why, and I still don't know why.

Mugen was angry. As I lay bleeding on the wooden patio, Mugen pulsed violently in my hands, reacting to the presence of an Akuma.

I don't really remember much of my childhood. I don't remember killing my mother. I don't remember what happened after that.

I do remember praying to God, to the Heaven's above, to guide my mother's soul safely to the afterlife.


But there will always be one person who loves me.


As I left the temple, an old man whom I later found out to be named
Froi Tiedoll told me about the Akuma, how they weren't monsters but failed results of an experiment. An illegal experiment, one that went against the ways of science.

My mother and father had been cut open, dissected, experimented on.. and then cast aside.

I now live for my parents long gone, and for the Akuma in the world. I didn't like the idea of being used like a puppet, I still don't to this day, but if I could help the Akuma, those pitiful creatures, I would lay down my life to do it.

In my hand, Mugen, my "Innocence". In my heart, a curse by my mother that would last along as her treasured lotus blossomed.

With both of these, I will cleanse this world of Akuma, one continent at a time.


A/N: I'm gonna stop putting in these uber long notes, I swear. I will. I will. I...

Can't. Damn.

I know, Kanda seems a lot like Allen, especially in the last part.. hush. There's a reason for that, so just keep reading and wondering and asking "why is Kanda kinda like Allen?" because I won't answer. :D

Review. Flame. There's not much to flame though, so if you happen to be able to, I will bow down and-- Not do anything at all.

Kudos to those who want to contribute to the plot bunny that's still growing in yonder yard. -points to little fluffy plot bunny in the field, munching on brains and ideas-

Just, be careful. It bites.