D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Circus of Night ❯ Something to be Broken ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not have any rights to the D.Grey-Man series, because if I did…the series would contain far more angst then it already does…

 

Warning: Not much in this chapter expect some cursing and mild violence that we can all see by turning our televisions on, now we wouldn't do that would we since it's fanfic time…

 

Note from Israfel: So I tried to finish this chapter quickly because of the response to the first one, however the next one might take a little longer since this one was partly made when I posted the first one. And if you want to see some bad (and hilarious as it seems to be) Yullen jokes please feel free to find me at Deviantart, my name there is Lafyel…

 

 

CircUs of NIghT

 

~Something to be Broken~

 

 

The hall is silent and it feels like no one is awake, like no one is around. It is dark and if he didn't know better he would have thought it was night. The only light offered to the two is from small dim lamps set far apart from one another. He looks down at his feet as he is led farther into the building, farther into the darkened and dim place.

 

Allen is trying to deny how scared he is, how fearful he is of the place. He is telling himself that he'll be able to leave soon, as soon as he finds if there is an innocence there or not…

 

He's lying to himself though, and he knows it in the back of his mind. His hands are shaking slightly and he's afraid that he's going to have to use his arm on humans… He clutches his bag a little tighter as the woman stops before a door, there is no name on it like the others they have passed.

 

“What is it that you are called?” Allen blinks, surprised by the woman's voice.

 

“Allen…” He says after a moment. The woman picks a marker up that was in a basket next to the door. She writes his name on the white plaque before putting the marker back.

 

“If you ever change what you want to be called, erase this and write it. This is your room now.” The door is opened and Allen steps in. The room is smaller then the one he has at the Order and is decorated even less. There is a bed next to the wall and a dresser on the far side of the room, taking up the span between the two walls. Above the dresser is a small window covered in a dark curtain, blocking out the early morning light.

 

“Leave your stuff here, you won't need it when you meet the Circus Master.” Allen looks at the woman before hesitantly setting his bag down. He is wanting to turn Timcanpy on again, wanting to send the golem off. The Boy decides against it and leaves the room.

 

The hall seems even darker then before and he can't help but wrap his arms around himself. The place has a feel to it that makes him feel exposed and…used… Allen pushes his thoughts away as he is led farther into the building, and down another hall. He closes his eyes, calming himself before being brought to a halt.

 

The woman is staring at the door, seeming to collect herself before knocking. She seems nervous herself and it is making Allen feel even more anxious. There is a voice from inside the room, and the woman opens the door, her eyes instantly dropping to the floor.

 

“Ma'am…we have a new employee…” The woman steps to the side and Allen is given a full view of the room. It is simple yet extravagant, clean but not precise. There is a Cherry wood dresser on the other side, next to a large four poster bed and in the middle of the room, on an expensive looking carpet is a small table where an older woman is sitting. She is staring at Allen with scrutiny, taking in every detail she can.

 

“Ivonne, when did he enter here?”

 

“Last night, just after dark…” Allen glances over at the woman who has led him there. She is still staring at the floor even when spoken too. The older woman continues to stare at the boy, having never taken her eyes from him in the first place.

 

“How old are you?” She demands and Allen is strongly reminded of some of the women he has met in brothels with Cross.

 

“Fifteen…” His voice is soft and timid sounding and he hates it. He doesn't want to show them this side of him. Only Cross has ever seen it and it makes him hate himself a little; he doesn't like feeling helpless.

 

“A child and you are already indulging in sinful things. I hope whatever happened to you last night was fantastic because you are no longer free.” Allen lets his eyes drop to the floor as the older woman's voice washes over him. It is starting to sink in, the fact that he no longer has his freedom, that he may be stuck there for a very long time…

 

The Circus Master stands and moves towards Allen. He is shocked at how graceful she is, at how powerful her presence is and he suddenly is afraid of her. She is no taller then he is and seems to weigh very little. Before he can do anything her hands are on his sides, measuring his waist.

 

“You are small…but you have some muscles…” The woman's hands move to his arms, squeezing lightly and he is starting to feel violated. “Any deformities?” She says this before seeing the boys arm.

 

“A bit disgusting but I can fix that.” Allen wonders what she means by that but doesn't dare ask. He is too terrified at the moment to do so, to be brave as his mind is putting it. “Ivonne, take him back to his room, explain the rules, as you are now his Superior. Tonight he will be given his…Mark…” The last word drips from the older woman's mouth like venom and the exorcist is suddenly worried. He knows he is going to be cursed, for a second time in his life and he is terrified at what it's going to lead to.

 

Allen is led from the Circus Masters room and back to the one that has his name on it. He is forced inside by a look from Ivonne as she shuts the door behind him.

 

“You are a stupid child.” She snaps at him as he takes a seat on the bed. “I don't understand why you didn't listen to me last night. Being here means that you are going to be used…and the way our Owner was looking at you I can tell you that you are going to be selling that body of yours.”

 

“What?!” Allen can feel panic in his chest, so much so that it's as worse as when his friends faced death, when he almost died.

 

“You don't have any say in such things. In this place you are property, to be used and expended at our Owners will.” Ivonne looks away from Allen, her eyes are starting to show her real emotions and it's making him wonder what she really thinks. “This place is never in the same spot twice, unless one of us is being purchased, which seldom happens. We cater to people's desires and offer them anything they want. If they want a specific person, like you did, then an illusion is created.”

 

“…how…” Allen is hesitant in his question but feels that he should ask anyways; he has already been yelled at so the thought isn't as scary as it would have been before.

 

“Through our Owner's powers. She is a sorceress, able to make this place move with the daylight, never being in the same place for more then a night, never having us need to eat or do such things. All we need is sleep; sleep even removes any damage done to our bodies, no matter how extensive…”

 

“Damage?” The boy chokes on the word, wondering just what damage could mean.

 

“We get customers that want to rape someone, and so we let them. If violence occurs then it does. The person will not die, however if the customer is not satisfied then…punishment occurs…” Ivonne looks back at Allen, watching for a reaction. Her face suddenly looses its intense look and she drops to her knees before him.

 

“I'm sorry that you are going to have to live your life here. Don't loose your mind…don't let this place break you. Please the customers so I don't have to harm you, so that our Owner won't hurt you. If you please them then there's a chance you can get bought…” The woman looks so scared, so terrified, that it makes Allen want to run away.

 

Ivonne stands and takes the few steps to the door and opens it. “Right now sleep, because you can't do anything else…” The door is shut and for a second Allen is alone. That's when he hears the sound of a lock clicking into place.

 

-

 

Lenalee is sitting across from her brother in his office. There are papers all over the floor, coffee she spilt on some of them and a tray lying next to the dropped cup. Her mind is spinning and she can't figure out what to do, what to hold onto. Nothing seems real anymore, not even her brother who is sitting next to her, holding her hand.

 

“I'm sorry you had to hear that…” Komui's voice is strained but sounds some what reassuring. The female turns to look at her sibling. Her eyes are wide and her face is displaying her emotions for the world to see; she is scared.

 

“…gone…how…how can he be…gone…?” Her voice is empty and hollow sounding and it's making the older male worry even more. He knew his sister cared for the boy, but he wasn't sure how much…not until now.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know this would happen…” Komui reaches up and rubs his sisters back, although he knows nothing is going to make her feel better. “We'll find him, I promise…”

 

“HOW?!” Linalee snaps, shoving her brother back as she stands up almost violently. “HE'S GONE! LOST IN A PLACE THAT MOVES EVERY NIGHT! HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIND HIM? TIM'S NOT EVEN TURNED ON!” She is crying now, sobbing horribly and it makes Komui hate himself, he's as worried about Allen as she is…

 

“How?” Linalee asks again, dropping back onto the couch, her tears flowing freely. Komui reaches a hand out and rubs her back, trying to sooth her, to do something to make her feel better. The female shoves the hand away, her small form shaking, trembling almost violently.

 

“He never should have gone there!” She sobs again, her face buried in her hands. Komui isn't sure of what to do, his mind is telling him to comfort his sister but he doesn't know how, doesn't know what to say, to do.

 

“We'll…find him, I'm sure of it…” He looks away from his sister, his heart aching from making her this distraught, this sad. He knew he should have locked his office, had made sure no one would over hear. If he had done that then he could pretend that Allen wasn't lost but off on some assignment, it would have worked for sometime, would have kept Linalee from crying like this a little longer.

 

“...we'll find him…I promise…”

 

-

 

Allen is sitting in the silence of the darkened room. The sound of the lock is still echoing through his mind, the women's words repeating themselves to him. He feels nauseated and disgusted with himself. He never knew the pain the very idea of selling his body would bring, Cross had never made him go that far, had never actually threatened his innocence.

 

The boy lies back on the small bed, his world seems to be spinning, making him dizzy and adding to the nauseas feeling in his chest. He closes his eyes, trying to shut reality out, to ignore the room he is in, the knowledge of what's going to happen to him that night.

 

Everything seems to be falling apart and he suddenly feels like he needs to grasp onto something from his past, something real that can tell him this place is only temporary. Allen is starting to panic.

 

He can't keep his eyes still, or ignore the feeling in his chest any longer. He need's to grasp something from before, from when he was an exorcist, from his childhood. He feels like he's forgetting something.

 

Allen sits up quickly, feeling his heart beating too fast and too loud in the small room. He grabs the small bag he brought with him the night before, the only thing that is his still. The exorcist pulls Timcanpy out discarding the bag and the rest of its contents. His hands are shaking and he can't figure out why. It's making it harder for him to turn the golem on, to create the connection with his past self that he desperately needs.

 

The boy waits a second for Tim to turn on, to power up and once he sees that he is, a sudden relief comes over him. He still has a connection to his past. Allen smiles as the golem takes flight, only to fly up and hit him before returning to his hands.

 

“You're mad I've had you off for so long?” He asks feeling something inside him ache at the sight of the golden golem. “I'm sorry but you're going to need to be off for a little longer…” Tim opens his mouth, baring his fangs as a sign of protest.

 

“You have to stay off, Komui's orders. I'll turn you on every so often though…” Allen stares down at Tim, the ache in his chest is growing. He doesn't understand it, the feeling, the rising need to just fall apart, it was…

 

…the feeling of being hopeless…

 

“I'm going to turn you off now…” The boy ignores the Golem's protests, “I need to, incase they come back, I just wanted to make sure you were okay…” Tim opens his mouth, baring his fangs again as Allen moves to turn him off. His finger is bit and a small amount of pain shoots into his hand and for the life of him he can't figure out why that makes him smile.

 

“I'm…tired Tim, I'll turn you back on tonight, I promise…” Timcanpy's hold on his finger stays for a moment, increasing in it's intensity before letting him go. The exorcist switches the Golem off and sets him back in his bag. He can't figure out why his head is spinning, why he feel's empty. Allen decides to take Ivonne's suggestion and lies back on the bed preparing for a restless sleep.

 

-

 

There is a sudden blaring noise. Painful and mind numbing. Allen can't figure out what it is, where it's coming from, all he knows is that he is awake now and that noise is filling his room. It's shrill and piercing and he tries to cover his ears, to shut the sound out. His eyes are starting to tear up the sound is so painful.

 

The boy twists on his bed and falls to the floor. The pain is searing and seems to be getting worse. He feels like his head is going to explode. He knows he's crying, that the pain is worse then anything he's felt before.

 

He wants it to stop, the sound that is like fire inside of his skull, that is causing him to yank at his hair in desperation. He is so lost in the sudden agony that he doesn't realize that the door to his room has been opened.

 

Allen lets out a shout as his scenery suddenly changes.

 

He is tossed from his room and into the hall, his back colliding with the neighboring wall harshly. The small exorcist groans, falling over himself and crumbling to the floor in a heap. The sound has stopped but his mind is spinning, the hall is shifting before him and he feels like he's going to be sick. Someone is saying something to him and he can't understand it.

 

He feels like his mind has lost the ability to function properly. Allen tries to push himself up from the floor. He knows he looks pathetic and he is hating it. His body is rejecting his commands though and doesn't seem to be listening.

 

The boy's arms are shaking, trembling like his whole body, making it hard for him to make it to his knees. His hair is suddenly grasped and his head is yanked up. He find's himself staring up at Ivonne's `Night' form. She looks mad but the anger doesn't seem to be directed at him. Allen thinks it towards herself.

 

“That sound you heard Child,” her voice is back to being slightly deep, like it was the first time he heard her. “It's what happens when you do not wake up in time for the night time customers.” Allen can feel his head throbbing, the ungodly sound echoing in his ears making his eyes still water. His hair is let go and he drops back onto the ground.

 

“…that…that will happen…every time I don't wake up?” The exorcist coughs, his head still spinning, the hall still shifting before his eyes. He feels like he's going to vomit soon.

 

“Yes, now stand and don't give me any crap that you can't.” Allen closes his eyes and tries to calm himself, his senses. He pushes himself up, his legs shaking horribly, the world still swimming before him. He has to hold onto the wall to come to his full height and even then he still stumbles.

 

“This night you will receive one customer, after you are marked.” The boy looks up in time to see Ivonne turn and head down the hall. Her wings are back, her hair turning to ivy, her clothes so strange, like a ragged forest nymph's dress. Allen takes a tentative step after her, the woman's image surreal to him. She is getting farther down the hall and he can still hardly move.

 

He is suddenly hating himself for feeling helpless, for feeling as weak as he does. He tells himself that Cross has treated him worse, that his master is crueler, but he knows he is lying to himself. Despite the older man's actions there was always a hint of caring in his voice.

 

The white haired boy shoves himself from the wall and hurries after Ivonne, ignoring the fact that he still feels dizzy, that his stomach is saying he's going to vomit soon if he doesn't stop.

 

The woman comes to a sudden halt, turning to look back at Allen. She does so in time to see his legs give out, to see him drop to the floor like the child he feels like he is.

 

“Become stronger or learn to wake up in time. All new employee's are to feel the pain of the sound.”

 

“What was that sound?” Allen squeezes his eyes shut, only to pull them open as the dizzying feeling worsens.

 

“It was created by the Circus Masters powers.” He is suddenly yanked up by his upper arms, pulled back to his feet by the strange female. “It is created to keep us in line, to make sure we obey her command.” Ivonne's face is like stone and it raises Allen's panic level.

 

“It is time for us to go see her.” The woman states flatly. He is suddenly yanked forward, as she continues down the hall again. The boy stumbles with her steps, trying to keep up with her, to stay up right even while they move.

 

He has no clue where they are going and his mind is unable to remember the path they are taking, the place just seems too big. Ivonne turns another corner, onto a dimmer hall where there are less doors. Allen's senses are assaulted by the smell of candles and incense.

 

The scent is akin to peach blossoms interlaced with something that makes his head feel light. He is pulled to a stop before a door that seems to be rarely used. Ivonne knocks on it twice before it is answered.

 

The two come face to face with a female whose hair is that of a silvery blue, close but not the same as Allen's. The girl's eyes are bright and large, clear in color, contrasting sharply with the facial pant that Allen is quickly realizing isn't paint. She has a large moon on her forehead and a star under her right eye with what appears to be the night sky streaming from it.

 

“Hello Ivonne,” the girl's voice is smooth and feels calming on Allen's ears. He isn't given the chance to let her voice sink in as he is shoved into the barely lit room violently by the woman still holding his arm. The silver haired girl steps to the side, her face void of any emotions.

 

The exorcist is given a glimpse of her outfit and he is surprised by how small the deep blue dress is, how half of it seems to be covered by a large purple, almost black obi. His arm is released once he is in the center of the room.

 

“Remove your clothes.” The voice is from a boy, close in age to himself. Allen turns to look at the person, surprised how he looks just like the girl with the moon on her forehead just decorated differently.

 

“Do as he says.” Ivonne's voice makes him jump slightly, as it is commanding and as cold as steel. He glances around the room, over at her but realizes that was a mistake as the boy starts to remove his clothes on his own.

 

Allen jumps, pulling back to fast for his mind to react. He trips over his own feet, and the floor is suddenly moving up on him. He lands harshly, his head hitting the wall he has backed up to.

 

His head is stinging and his eyes are watering, blurring the image of the boy whose hair is golden, who seems to be dressed in contrast to the girl with the moon; he has a sun on his forehead. The small exorcist blinks twice, clearing his eyes from the tears that were forming.

 

The boy is kneeling before him, dressed exactly as the girl only in a pale orange dress and red obi. Allen realizes now that the two are twins. He feels hands on him, unbuttoning his shirt and he can't help but react.

 

“Don't touch me!” The golden haired boy is shoved backwards, falling onto his sister who stood behind him with a towel.

 

Allen is suddenly slapped and it takes him a second to realize that Ivonne has moved from where she had been standing. His hair is fisted and he is brought to his knees as his head is yanked backwards.

 

“Strip now or I will be forced to harm you.” Her words are like stone and the boy feels like she is ripping some of his hair out. The little bit of kindness she has shown him that morning seems non existent now.

 

“Why?” Despite his better judgment, despite the fact that he has already been slapped he still asks, still defies what he is being demanded to do.

 

“Why?” Ivonne hisses at him, her hand tightens in his hair. “Why you ask? Because we told you to. Now shut up and do as I say.” Allen's hair is released and for a moment he thinks he is fine, that she isn't going to do any more harm to him.

 

That is until he feels the sudden kick to his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him, causing him to suddenly have trouble breathing, moving.

 

Hand's are on him in an instant and he is being pushed down onto his back. It takes the small exorcist a moment to realize what is happening and the second he does panic is welling up inside of him.

 

“Stop!” He is shouting, struggling as much as possible without harming anyone; he still doesn't want to hurt humans…

 

“Don't Touch Me!” Allen is silenced with a sudden slap to his face, his mouth being covered before he can say anything more.

 

“Shut up or I will make you by force.” Ivonne is leaning over him, her knee pushing into his stomach, on the spot that will once again create a (1) momentary paralyses in his body. The boy stares up at her, his eyes wide, displaying the fear that he can't deny he is feeling. Her hand stays in place for a moment longer, giving him time to think, to decided on whether or not he truly wants to disobey her any further.

 

Ivonne leans back slowly, removing her hand from Allen's mouth. For a moment he wants to shout, to scream for help but the self preservation part of his mind kicks in and he stays silent.

 

The girl with the moon on her forehead moves into his view, her brother kneels down behind the exorcists head, taking hold of his arms to keep them in place and immobile. Allen can't help but close his eyes, he hates how degrading this is, how inhuman he feels now. His eyes are starting to tear up as the feeling of being helpless sets in again.

 

His shirt is opened, slipped off his arms by the boy with the sun on his forehead.

 

Allen's mind is spinning, his world, his reality is slipping away from him. Everything he has known and come to care about back at the Order no longer seems real, to even exist anymore. He can't stop the sudden urge to activate his arm, he can feel the girls hands undoing his pants.

 

The exorcist opens his eyes and looks over at his arm, at his innocence. He doesn't want to do this, to be there anymore-activate!-his mind is pleading, shouting, screaming the word as he fears harming anyone, yet…

 

Nothing is happening…

 

…his arm isn't changing into his weapon.

 

Allen looks up at the boy who is staring down at him with a weak and false smile. He tries to activate his eye, to look into the world of black and white. Yet nothing seems to be happening, to work. She is a sorceress, Ivonne's words settle back into his mind as his pants are pulled away, as his body is left bare and exposed.

 

The fear that the small exorcist has tried to ignore, to deny, comes back in full force and he knows that it is well founded now. The women who owns the place he is in, the Circus Master as she is called, has the ability to keep them from harm, to move the circus in the blink of an eye, why would she not also nullify the powers of those who enter into her domain…

 

“Stand.” Ivonne's voice breaks into Allen's mind, creating a fear that is crawling up his skin and into his mind. He does as she commands, terrified of what she might do now. The woman seems surprised by his sudden ability to obey her, for she is hesitant with her next orders.

 

“Into the bath.” The woman points at a tub on the far side of the room, where the candles are sitting and the incense is burning, where the polished wooden floor turns to extravagant and expensive looking tiles.

 

The boy once again obeys her command and climbs into the water that is already starting to cool. He realizes now that most of the light in the room is coming from the candles that are surrounding the tub.

 

Allen stares down into the water, at his own reflection at the blank look in his eyes, he hates it, hates how he feels so powerless in such a place. He looks up, no longer wanting to see himself, and notices that the twins have folded his clothes and set them with his boots. Ivonne is leaning against the wall next to the door, watching everything with a cold expression that would make Kanda's seem kind.

 

Kanda…

 

The thought is depressing and Allen can't stop the sudden tears, the need to cry. He wants to see him, wants the man to come and save him, but he doubts that it will happen, that anyone will be able to find him. He feels water being poured over his head and takes note that the twins are bathing him.

 

Their hands are gentle and soothing, like they are trying to calm him down with out words. He obeys them with out realizing it, allows them to clean him, to wash his hair with something that smells sweet yet flowery…

 

When they are down he is told to stand by the girl, who wraps him in a large fluffy towel in the same manner she would her self. Allen holds onto it, glad to be covered again as he is led over a stool that is sitting before an oak wood vanity.

 

“You seem to be listening now, so I am going to see the Circus Master. Obey the twins till I come back.” Allen nods his head slightly, not wanting to look at her, to do anything to upset her again. The second they are left alone the atmosphere of the room lightens a little.

 

“Please don't look like that,” the girl says sitting down on the stool next to Allen. “It is not that bad here once you get used to it.” The exorcist closes his eyes, fighting back the need to cry, to break down before them.

 

“I have to put this on your skin before Ivonne comes back with the Circus Master.” The golden haired boy is holding a bottle of what looks like massage oil. He is waiting for Allen to respond but when he receives none he starts to tug the towel away from the other's back.

 

“Cheer up some…” The girl tries again but receives no response like her brother. Allen continues to stare down at his lap, trying to think of something other then where he is, of what is happening to him.

 

He can feel the hands on his back, rubbing the oil into his skin, the girl taking up the arm on her side and doing the same. The room is silent for a long time, and by the time the two have almost finished rubbing the oil all over his body and into his skin Allen realizes that it makes him sparkle somewhat, shine in an ethereal manner.

 

He closes his eyes, calming himself so that his voice doesn't shake. He wants to ask the twins a question, he knows that they'll answer him properly, that he won't receive a slap or a shout, or an angry response from either of them.

 

“How…much…does it cost to buy one of us…?”

 

“For a night?” It is the boy who answers first, rubbing the last bit of oil into Allen's left leg.

 

“To own.” There is a moment of silence as both sets of hands stop for a moment, thinking in what seems to be unison. The twins exchange glances, speaking in a manner between them that does not require words.

 

“For most…a hundred thousand…for you…five hundred thousand.” It is the girl who responds, her voice washing over Allen like a tide, making him wish she would sing for him or something.

 

“Why do I cost more?” He couldn't have stopped the question even if he had wanted to. Allen looks down at the boy as he stops what he is doing. For a moment the exorcist is shocked as he leans up and stares into his eyes.

 

“Because you are by far one of the most attractive people here…” Allen is drawn into those eyes. The ones that are large like his sisters, bright and clear but a shade of blue that is like the daytime sky.

 

“Brother, don't,” his sisters voice stops him in his tracks as he is suddenly very close to Allen's lips. “You know we cannot do that with each other…” The boy pulls back and stands up. He sets the oil down on the vanity as Allen gathers up his remaining courage.

 

“Am I going to be marked when she get back?” The twins look at each other again, silently exchanging words once more before responding in unison, creating an eerie voice that doesn't seem human.

 

“Yes.” Their reply sends a shiver down Allen's spin making him wonder all over again just what his mark is going to be. He can feel in his mind that it isn't going to be pleasant, that his body is going to change into something strange and unreal like that of Ivonne's and the twins…

 

And he has no idea how strange it is going to be

 

 

1) I would just like to make note for those out there who do not know of this spot, but it's on your abdomen at the spot where the third button on a button down shirt would be. It is one of the vulnerable spots on the human body, such as the groin, nose and instep, as well as the pelvis (and others).

 

So first off I would like to say I am surprised at the response to this from the first chapter. I never would have expected so many people to like it right off that bat and to review as much as you did. I am pleased that all of you like it and to those who have come back I must say thank you! The next chapter will be: The Meaning of a Curse so until next time,

 

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~