CHAPTER I: Allen, the Walker
Sinners. Those are the people who go against the Ten Commandments, God's rules. They bring misfortune upon others' souls, not caring of how much damage is done. Usually they do not fear what will happen to their soul after they die, or they choose not to believe in such a thing as a soul. They are just a miserable empty shell, wandering the Earth not knowing what is best for them, even if they think they know. God knows, and that is the reason he wrote the Ten Commandments; to help humans understand.
Some choose not to follow these rules, which lead to horrible consequences. No, those consequences are not going to Hell or living in pain the rest of the Eternity, but how horrible one's life will be. Still, even though God gave humans these rules to live by, some don't understand them and these people are called Sinners.
They dishonour their parents, they hurt, they steal, they kill… some do all… In humans' eyes they're criminals who need to be punished and locked away from society. In God's eyes they helpless people who need someone to explain the difference between right and wrong in a better and more detailed way than just reading the Bible.
The Disciples chosen by God, also called Exorcists, are the ones who do this job. They are angles who are sent to Earth in order to help Sinners help themselves. They are not trying to force anyone to change or to believe in God, just to guide them towards the right path. If the Sinners choose not to follow that path after all there is no hope for them; they will live and die miserable.
The little puppy yelped. It had gotten stuck in the alley when a barrel had fallen over its tail. No one really seemed to care that the puppy was in pain or they couldn't hear it. One boy however walked over to the scared animal and helped it. He picked it up in his arms.
"Aren't you a cute doggy!?" he said, earning a lick on the nose from the dog. "Oww, did you wound your tail?"
The boy examined the puppy's tail and came to the conclusion that t was broken. He looked around to make sure no one was looking before he pulled off his left glove. His hand was bloody red, with a green cross on the back of the hand. He touched the puppy's tail and it immediately healed. The dog barked happily and ran off, wagging its good-as-new tail.
The boy pulled his glove back on, wincing at the pain he felt. That was what Exorcists got for having healing powers; a deformed hand and the feeling of pain whenever they used that particular power. It was a curse Satan had put on them during the Holy War. The Exorcists weren't even supposed to use this power at animals, but the boy couldn't help but doing is as he felt sorry for everybody and everything.
He turned around and walked out of the valley to continue down the street he had been walking on before he helped the dog. He picked up a piece of paper from his pocket and read the address again. He sighed.
"He did he have to live in Black order of all places?" he asked himself. "It is so hard to find people here."
He continued walking, asking people if they knew where the house he was looking for was. Most people didn't know and some ignored him when he asked. He reminded himself to never come to Black Order again after his mission was over.
Eventually he found the place he was looking for. It was a bit outside of the village, located in one of the worst neighbourhoods the boy had ever been in. The entire neighbourhood looked like it was going to collapse if it was just slightly windy. The boy went up a stairway to get to the right apartment and knocked on the door. No one answered, but he could hear music from inside so he knew the person he was looking for was home.
"Boy, people in Black Order really are rude," the boy said and sighed.
He played with some of his white hair while he waited for the person to open, but the door stayed closed. The boy was getting very inpatient waiting and knocked on the door again. Still no answer.
"Oh for the love of God," the boy said frustrated and suddenly he felt an uncomfortable feeling rush through his body; it felt like he had been hit by a lightning. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, Lord," he excused himself to the sky.
The feeling he had just felt disappeared and he turned back to face the door he had developed a strong dislike towards. He banged on the door.
"Hey, I know you're in there," he almost yelled. "Open up, will you?"
Suddenly the door flew open, forcing the boy to take a few steps back. He looked up at the person in front of him; red hair, green eyes, an eye-patch over his right eye… yes, this was the right person.
"Umm, hi," the boy said.
"What the hell do you want?" the redhead asked, apparently very annoyed that he had been disturbed.
"Could I come in? Thank you!" the boy said and went inside, not even waiting for an answer.
The apartment was very untidy, with loads of empty pizza boxes and bear bottles everywhere on the floor. The few plants in there were all dead and the music he played was… horrible. The boy didn't like this kind of music, partly because it was too loud and annoying, and partly because the lyrics were about Satanism.
"Umm… could you turn off that music please?" he asked the redhead.
The redhead turned it off and sat down on his couch.
"What the hell are you?" he asked and stared at the white haired boy.
The boy smiled and sat down next to him.
"I am your Exorcist," he said and held out a hand. "I am Allen, the Walker."
The redhead stared at him.
"Great, but I don't really need an… Exorcist or whatever," he said.
"Yes, you do," Allen explained. "You're a Sinner; you need help understanding how to change your life. I will help you as that is my job."
The redhead stared at him.
"Wha'-?" he said and shook his head. "Dude, I think you need help, okay? I don't need help changing my life. I'm perfectly fine with the way my life is."
"Riiiight," Allen said and looked around in the apartment.
Absolutely everything was a mess, and Allen was pretty sure used condoms were supposed to be in the garbage bin, not on the table. It made him a little uneasy to look at so he turned back to the red haired one.
"Admit it," he said and pointed at him. "You need help!"
"Dude, get out," the red haired one said dragged Allen after him.
He pushed him outside and Allen almost fell down the stairs.
"Wait, don't throw me out," he said when he turned around to face the other again.
"Too late," the redhead said and smiled. "Already done it."
He was just about to close the door when Allen pulled it open again.
"Your name is Lavi Cross, but you prefer to be called Lavi Bookman," he said.
The redhead's eyes widened.
"How did you-?" he started, but Allen cut him off.
"You're eighteen years old, your best, and only, friend is Yuu Kanda, you've been miserable since you were six, your favourite colour is red, you-"
"Are you spying on me?" Lavi yelled at him.
"No no no no," Allen said and closed the door after him when he had gotten inside again. "I'm here to help you, I told you so, didn't I!? I'm an Exorcist sent to get rid of all of your sins. And believe me, you have a lot of sins."
"Oh yeah?" Lavi said, not believing a word. "How would you know?"
"I'm an angel, duh," Allen said and playfully smacked Lavi's forehead. "I know all of your sins. Like when you were eight you killed your mother's pet monkey. Sure, she cared more about that than about you, but the fifth commandment says that you shall not kill."
"How… what…," Lavi didn't know what to say.
"Oh, and remember when you were ten?" Allen continued. "You beat up that six year old girl because she looked at you funny? And how about when you almost killed your teacher to death with rat poison because she annoyed you?"
"How do you know about that?" Lavi asked. "I never told anyone, not even Yuu."
"I told you," the white haired said and moved closer to the taller boy. "I am an Exorcist, an angel sent by God. Look!"
He pulled off his coat and unfolded his white wings. Lavi stared at him before he passed out. Allen caught him and put him on the couch. He sighed. That part of the job was always the hardest. But he had to admit, it was a bit funny as well.
Lavi woke up. He couldn't remember falling asleep on the couch!? Oh right, some strange kid had come to his apartment, told him he was an angel and showed him his… Lavi opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around, but the white haired kid was gone. He sighed. Good, it had all been a dream. He should really stop smoking crack…
"Hi, Lavi," a voice said behind him, startling him so he fell off the couch.
He looked up at the person who had spoken, identifying him as the insane boy named Allen. Allen laughed and handed him a mug with something warm. Lavi stared at him and the boy rolled his eyes.
"The fifth commandment; though shall not kill," he said. "It's not poison in it. It's hot chocolate. I made it for you because I know you love it."
Lavi, who had just taken a sip of the warm drink, choked on it.
"Stop saying you know stuff about me," he said annoyed.
"Aww, but I'm having fun," the angel said and smiled at him.
"I bet you are…," Lavi said, even more annoyed this time. "So tell me, without causing me to pass out again; what are you doing here?"
"Again, I'm here to help you get rid of your sins," the other said and sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you this?"
"Right," Lavi said, ignoring the question. "So… do all people have like… an Exorcist?"
"Nah, only those who have screwed their lives up way too much," Allen explained. "So… where can I sleep?"
Lavi stared at the boy. Was he serious? Was he really going to sleep in his apartment?
"Uhh…," the redhead said and put his mug on the table. "I dunno. Do angels sleep in beds?"
"Well, no," Allen said. "We don't really sleep. We stay up all night researching for our missions or thinking of how we'll help people."
Lavi almost threw up in his mouth. This boy was so nice and sweet it disgusted him. He had never had anyone over before either, and certainly didn't want a psycho, weird, way-too-nice, happy, little albino to be the first one. Seriously, he was really creeped out by that.
"I'll just stay here in the living room then," Allen said.
"No, you're getting out," Lavi said and got to his feet.
"No, get out!"
Lavi dragged Allen outside once more and this time he managed to close the door before Allen had the time to turn around. It went completely silent. Then Allen knocked on the door. Then he knocked harder. And harder! Then he was slamming on the door.
"Laviiii, I'm still outsiiiide," he moaned. "Let me iiiin…!"
"Never!" Lavi yelled back.
"Oh, that is so mature," Allen said sarcastic. "Fine, be that way then."
It went silent again. Had the white haired given up? Lavi was sure he had left, but suddenly he could hear the angel sob.
"Why don't you love me?" he cried loud. "You have your way with me, and then you just throw me out? Am I nothing but a sex-toy-"
He was shut up when Lavi put his hand over his mouth and dragged him inside.
"What the hell was that?" the older boy said.
"Hehe, I knew that would work," the angel said and smirked. "It always does."
Lavi stared at him. Great, the kid had done that to other people too. Such a nice angel… He went over to the couch and sat down again. Allen followed him.
"Well, now that you know you can't get rid of me," Allen said with a smile on his lips. "You just have to be a better person, or I will never leave."
"Fine, you can stay," Lavi said, a bit angry. "But you better not bother the shit out of me."
"I won't, promise!" Allen said and hugged him.
A/N: Gah, I hate starting stories… it's so hard… But I don't think this chapter got TOO bad. Am I right!? Well… I guess I COULD do better, but that would have taken too long, so… this is it.
Oh, and I'd be reeeeaaaally happy if you reviewed! And the more reviews I get the faster I feel like doing the next chapter.