D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Circus of Night ❯ Ownership of the Damned ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: All Creations except the really strange things belong to someone other then me…

 

Warning: Allen being just a tad provocative…

 

Note from Israfel: Annnnnnnnnnd we have a chapter update! Took me a little longer but not by much this time, mainly because I didn't quite feel like sitting before my computer when my knees where hurting… as they do when I forget to take my iron pills >.> I have a deficiency with that in my system…

 

 

CircUs of NIghT

 

~Ownership of the Damned~

 

 

Lavi is stunned.

 

His mind is running off in a million different directions…

 

…yet he can't find out how to make his body work anymore. He is staring at Komui, at the Asian man as he talks to someone on the phone. He has come to see the man again, come to sit in his office while he works. The silence in this room is less suffocating to him then in the library or even in his own room.

 

Linalee is still gone, refusing to return just yet…

 

Lavi feels like everything around him is evaporating and he can't contain his emotions anymore. He is leaning against Komui's desk, an annoyed look is sent in his direction by the Asian man as he leans back some. The redhead wants to hear both sides of the conversation, wants to understand entirely what is going on.

 

And for once he does not want to say it's because he is a Bookman in training. Komui turns himself away from the redhead closing his eyes so that he can focus more on what he is saying, on what is being said to him.

 

-

 

Allen finds himself lying atop the bed in the small room.

 

He knows that it will be time to get up soon, time to do his job but he can't find the will to move just yet. He knows he was dreaming about something…something pleasant yet he can't shake the feeling of wanting to cry, of wanting to curl up and pretend he doesn't have to do anything.

 

The boy lies in the bed a moment longer before standing. The lock on his door is still in place so he knows that he cannot leave the room just yet. He fidgets with his clothes, with the white topless kimono and snow blue obi before hearing the familiar click. Allen looks up, at the door handle a moment before leaving the room.

 

The hall is almost empty and there is a girl standing before her door next to him. Allen can't help but wonder how long he has been asleep. He has found that he is not awoken every night, only when someone wants him, or has requested someone like him.

 

Ivonne turns the corner and heads towards him, speaking to each person she comes to. When she reaches him she tells him to go to his usual room.

 

Usual, meaning his customer for the night has not requested anything for their surroundings.

 

Allen nods and heads off in the direction he has learned the room is in. He does not wait to see what is said to the girl, said to any of the other people in the hall; he has learned that he is only to care for himself…

 

The room is silent and clean, as it always is, no matter what has happened in his previous night.

 

The boy hurries to the other side of the room and starts to make tea. He has committed the act to memory and no longer has to think about it, to think about anything while he prepares himself. He can't help but wonder, to worry, about who will come to see him. He is most fearful of the men but the women make him sad…

 

The women can be deadly though…

 

Allen ignores the memory of a previous client and moves to sit down on the pillow. Within moments Ivonne is leading a man into the room. One who is relatively young and the boy can't help but hope for some semblance of a normal night… He doesn't really care about what the man wants him to do, he just doesn't want to be kissed, to be hit.

 

The hitting, the beatings…they are what scare him the most…

 

-

 

The sound of the lock clicking open is what wakes him up next. His body is sore, letting him know that he has not been a sleep for too many days. The bruises have faded but he knows that they were still there, had still happened. He stands and walks out of his room and immediately looks around. The boy on his other side is standing there but the girl is gone.

 

Ivonne takes longer to reach him this night and it makes him worry, makes him feel antsy.

 

She moves before him, her face forever set in stone, forever looking grim, forever looking empty. She tells him to go to the Arabian room this time. Allen nods and turns to leave, heading off for the room. He finds it almost too quickly for his tastes, too quickly for that empty spot in his mind that tells him to drag his feet.

 

The room is lavish and filled with plush pillows. There is a platform in the center that a large futon is lying on, surrounded by hanging drapes, all of silk and sheer, soft fabrics. There is something about this room that makes Allen feel nauseas.

 

He hurries over and starts the tea up before taking a seat on a red pillow that is set before a low lying table. The boy looks down at his hands and tries to shake the uneasy feeling from his mind, that one that shows up whenever he is given a moment to think, that makes him feel like he is waiting for something…

 

…someone…

 

The door to the room opens and a woman who embodies a dove walks in, she steps off to the side and allows a man to enter the room before leaving. He is older then the one from before but not by much. This one though doesn't look as kind and it makes Allen feel nervous. He is afraid that he is going to be told-

 

“I want to rape you…”

 

Allen squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head, he hates clients like this…

 

-

 

His head is heavy and when he opens his eyes he knows he has been asleep for a few days. His body needed time to heal; he knew that but still… He can never seem to get over the feeling of waking from a long sleep. Allen stands and straightens his kimono before looking over at the door, the lock has already clicked open and the dull ache growing in his ears tells him that the sound will start up soon…

 

The boy hurries out of his room and Ivonne frowns at him, he has made her wait and that is never good… She doesn't hit him this time though, doesn't say anything except that he is to go to the tropical room.

 

He nods his head before being told where it is.

 

The room is warm and very humid, making his skin feel sticky, but he ignores it. Ignores the tropical plants, the sea shells and ocean scent in the air, ignores everything as he starts to make the tea, the one thing that seems to be the constant in his life.

 

Allen turns and heads over to the blue pillow sitting on the floor before a glass table and a white whicker loveseat. He waits longer then usual before the door opens and Ivonne shows a woman inside. She smiles brightly and removes a large coat. She looks excited to be there and Allen feels relieved.

 

“Oooh aren't you a cutie!” The woman says taking a seat before him. “You look just like my student but with paler hair!”

 

-

 

He is awoken by the click of the lock once more.

 

He doesn't feel as groggy as before but he can still feel the scratches on his body, running up and down his back. He stands, his back aching some, and leaves the small room. The girl next to him is standing before her door, looking rather out of it, but the boy on his other side is not there.

 

The woman who embodies a Dove appears at the end of the hall, telling everyone which room they are to go to; Allen learns that even Ivonne has to see clients. He is sent to his usual room this time and he decides to take his time getting there.

 

He starts the tea as always and takes his place on the white pillow, where he does not have to wait long before the woman appears. A man is lead into the room and Allen looks down at his hands immediately, unsure of what is going to happen. The door is shut as the woman leaves and the man takes the seat on the couch.

 

“Would you like some tea?” Allen is glad that his voice does not shake, glad that his nervousness is not showing as he stands and moves towards the teapot.

 

“Yes and no sugar please…” The boy nods and does what is asked before sitting back down on the pillow. A silence fills the room, one that makes him even more nervous, he decides that he should just ask about his fate, ask what the man wants…

 

“How would you like me to act…?” The smile that forms on the mans face is a wicked one followed by a sentence that makes Allen feel degraded.

 

“I want you to beg me for it…”

 

-

 

His hips ache this time, and he knows that the bruise marks are still there.

 

He stands and straightens his kimono some before hearing the lock click open. Allen leaves his room and is somewhat surprised to see both the girl and the boy on either side of him. Ivonne comes down the hall, directing them once more, and he is sent back to his usual room.

 

He takes his time once more with getting there and starts the tea up in a bit of a hurry before sitting once more on that white pillow. Allen sits there for a while before the door to his room is opened and another man is shown in. He takes a seat on the couch, directly in the middle of it, and the boy asks him if he wants tea.

 

He says no, but he would like to drink him…

 

Allen is told to strip and to sit on his lap…

 

…and he does what he is told…

 

“How would you like me to act…?”

 

-

 

He is groggy this time when he wakes, his mind telling him that it has been far too long since he was last awake. He stands after a moment, having some trouble maintaining his balance before taking note of his wardrobe change, of the fact that he is now wearing a very short all white kimono with full, long sleeves and a deep red obi.

 

The lock on his door clicks open once more and Allen moves out into the hall, flattening his hair a little as he goes. The girl next to him is there again but the boy is absent this time.

 

Ivonne comes down the hall and instructs him to go to the Asian room…

 

Allen nods and heads off down the hall, his feet and legs feeling cold against the floor.

 

The room is pleasant to him, reminding him vaguely of something, but he does not dwell on the thought for long, on the empty part of his mind where he knows something should be. The boy moves across the tatami mats and over to the small hardwood counter to start the tea, he notes that this time it is green tea.

 

The sound of the door opening makes him jump and run to take his seat on the pillow before Ivonne shows a man into the room. Allen offers him tea and he accepts, taking a seat at the low sitting table across from him.

 

“How would you like me to act…?” There is a moment of silence in the room before the man sets the tea he has been given back down.

 

“You're going to call me sensei…”

 

-

 

His head aches as he is awoken by the sound of the lock clicking open.

 

Allen stands and straightens his kimono some before walking out into the hall. Neither the girl nor the boy are out this time. He waits a moment before the woman embodying a Dove appears and tells him to go to his usual room. Allen nods his head and silently obeys, like he does to everyone there.

 

His room smells clean and fresh when he enters it and a part of him is pleased to know this, only a part because he knows he has to make tea…

 

By the time he takes his place on the white pillow he finds his mind digressing again, wondering just how long he has really been there…

 

The door to his room opens and a man is led in. One who has a presence that is overwhelming and makes Allen feel nervous and on edge. The door shuts and the man takes a seat on the couch, lighting a cigarette up. The scent soothes the boy as he tries to calm himself, tries to tell himself that the man might not want to harm him…

 

“Would you like some tea…?”

 

“You really are an idiot apprentice…”

 

-

 

Komui sets the phone down and opens his eyes. His head is spinning and he is unsure of what to say, unsure of what to tell the young man before him. Lavi is staring at him with eyes that are trying to hold back what little hope he has. The Asian man suddenly feels nervous and looks away before talking.

 

“…Cross…is going to bring him back…” Lavi cannot contain himself, contain the amount of happiness that is flooding his system, his mind. He launches himself at the man before him, hugging him with enough force to make the chair move, almost fall over if it wasn't for the fact that it was on wheels.

 

“Allen's going to be safe!” Lavi hugs Komui, not wanting to let go, not wanting to think of anything other then the fact that his friend will be coming back soon…

 

“Yeah…but I'm worried about the condition his mind is going to be in when he returns…” Komui sighs and gives into the part of his mind that tells him he needs to relax. He rests his hand on the back of Lavi's head and looks up at the ceiling. He is suddenly feeling drained…

 

The redhead frowns lightly, his face buried in the others neck.

 

“Don't think like that, Allen is strong…he lived with Cross for years after all…” Komui closes his eyes and lets the drained feeling sink in. He knows that he needs to sleep soon, so he doesn't collapse working…

 

“Right, we've believed in him before, After all he had his heart punctured and his arm removed yet he still came back…” Lavi smiles, inhaling the scent of coffee emanating from the older male before pulling back and standing up straight. There is a knock at the door and Bookman walks into the room. He stares at his apprentice, taking in the barely hidden smile on his face.

 

“It's time for you to study and stop lounging around.” The redhead nods and follows the older man out of the office, shutting the door behind himself.

 

“Remember you are to observe and not take sides…” Lavi stares at Bookman's back, unsure of why he was just told that.

 

-

 

Allen can't help but look up at the man sitting before him. He is more then a little confused at what has just been said to him. It takes his mind a moment to take a guess at what the sentence could mean and he decides that the man is just telling him how to act.

 

“…would…you like some tea…Master…?” He adds the word on the end of the sentence hopeful that the man will be pleased with him. He does not want to anger him, does not want him to leave the room dissatisfied for fear of being punished.

 

“Fine, no sugar…” Allen stands and can instantly feel eyes on him, making him nervous, causing his heart to beat faster then it should. He pours the tea and sets it on the table before taking his seat atop the pillow.

 

“What are you wearing?” Cross sounds disgusted to the boy and it makes him worry, makes his mind unravel some… He had been doing so well with his customers lately too…

 

“I-it is what they give me to wear here…” Allen can't keep his demeanor out of his voice, can't help but clench the edge of his kimono tightly in his hands to keep them from shaking. The man makes a sound before picking the tea up and taking a sip.

 

“This is actually pretty good…” There is a note of astonishment in the man's voice and it makes Allen feel slightly proud though he isn't sure why. “It could use some alcohol though…”

 

“We have some!” The boy looks up instantly and hopeful. The second his eyes land on the others face he flushes and looks away, terrified that he has made some sort of mistake.

 

“Are you going to get it or not?” He nods and stands abruptly, hurrying over to the cabinets where he pulls a few bottles out.

 

“We have a few different kinds, what would you like sir-I mean Master!” Allen stares down at the two bottles that are in his hands, mentally scolding himself for messing that up, for forgetting to call the man Master. It has been quite sometime since he's seen someone who requested that of him…

 

The boy can feel Cross' stare, can feel the intensity in it and wonders if it would be bad to ask the man if he wanted him right now. He tells himself no, that it would probably annoy the man further and tries to calm himself. He can't figure out why he is suddenly so very nervous…

 

“Allen, look at me.” This makes the boy jump, causing a bottle he is holding to slip out of his grip and fall to the floor; he has never been called by his name before, not even by Ivonne…

 

The bottle shatters at his feet making him jump again and stare down at the spreading mess. He frowns lightly as the deep purple liquid touches his feet. Allen turns to the cabinets next to him and opens up one of the lower ones, pulling out a towel and setting it atop the mess.

 

“I'm sorry…Master…” He closes his eyes, trying to figure out why it is so damn hard to keep saying that word. He pulls another towel out and kneels down to clean the mess up.

 

“Come here.” The boy trembles lightly, terrified at how demanding the man is. He sets the towel down and moves back towards the pillow. “Not there, stand before me.” He gives a small nod of the head in reply and moves to do so, his face heating up the second he is within reach.

 

Allen closes his eyes a moment but realizes that is a bad idea as he feels Cross' hand on his chin, forcing him to look up. He takes a brief note of the mans features, of the mask on part of his face and of his long red hair before deciding that now would be a good time to ask.

 

“Does…does Master wish to punish me…?” He licks his lips, hoping to be tempting, hoping that the man will react like the others but…the only thing that happens is that his mouth falls open, almost causing that cigarette to fall with it.

 

“What-? NO!” Allen is shoved backwards and forced to sit on the table. “What makes you say something like that?!” Cross snaps, completely astonished by the way Allen is acting.

 

“I-I broke the bottle…and Master must punish me…” The boy pleads, spreading his knees apart a little. He doesn't care what he has to do tonight, just so long as he doesn't get beat, doesn't get hit or cut, or even raped…

 

Cross is momentarily stunned, only for a moment though because he takes hold of Allen's knees and shoves them together. The boy stares at him though, pouting in such a manner that makes him wonder just what is going through his mind.

 

“What do you think you're doing!?” He snaps again, taking his hands back only to realize that there is an oil like substance left on his gloves. Allen leans forward and takes hold of his left hand.

 

“If…If Master does not wish to punish me, may I satisfy him then…?” It is now that the cigarette that has been dangling between Cross' lips falls…

 

…falls because Allen licks the substance from his fingers before taking two into his mouth and sucking on them…

 

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” The red-haired man shouts shoving Allen back and off of the table, his small kimono slipping farther up his legs that have not quite made it over the table. Cross stares at the boy, stunned by his actions before his mind catches up with him.

 

“You…don't remember me do you…?”

 

Allen moves to sit himself up properly, his back throbbing some from the harsh landing. His head is aching and the small of his back is burning yet he doesn't know why. He has missed Cross' words altogether though.

 

The man is standing now, staring at Allen as he sits himself up, trying to think of just what might have happened to the boy to make him forget him. His words are caught in his throat with the other's next sentence.

 

“How do you want me tonight then?”

 

The red-haired man just stares at him though, stares at him looking more and more annoyed with each second that passes.

 

“I don't want you! That's not why I'm here!” Allen looks down at the floor feeling his chest tighten a little. He doesn't understand the man; if he doesn't want him then why is he there…?

 

“But you paid for me! Please just use me!” Cross looks away from him, away from the pleading boy who looks like he's on the verge of tears. There is a shuffling sound that forces his eyes back onto Allen…

 

…in time to see him remove his obi. Cross nearly jumps out of his boots in order to yank the kimono shut.

 

“What in gods name are you doing?!” His sentence doesn't seem to get through to the boy as he is suddenly pulled to the floor and shoved onto his back…

 

…with Allen sitting on top of him…

 

“Please just use me, I'll do whatever you want! I'll beg, I'll plead, I'll suck, I can call you Master! I can be loud t-” Cross slaps his hand over Allen's mouth having heard more then he has ever wanted to from his student. He sits him self up, making sure to pin the boy to the floor. The look that he is being given though worries him…

 

…because Allen's eyes are starting to fill with tears.

 

“What don't you get about me saying I'm not here for that?” The man hesitates a moment before removing his hand. He is hating himself more and more with each second that passes, with each thing that comes out of his students mouth, with how desperate he is acting.

 

“Then why are you here…?” The boy's voice cracks slightly with the tears that are starting to spill from his eyes.

 

It is now that Cross feels his anger spike.

 

He stands and moves towards the door only to be stopped as Allen grabs a hold of his leg.

 

“Please! Don't go! Don't leave, don't tell them that I wasn't listening! I don't care what you do now, you can beat me, you can rape me, you can cut me! I don't care just don't leave!” Cross is stunned and can't think of how to properly comfort the boy. He reaches down and unwraps his arms from around his leg before walking over and picking the discarded red sash up.

 

“I'm not leaving.” There is a steadiness in the man's voice that scares and comforts Allen all the same. He is pulled up to his feet and his kimono is wrapped around him hastily, tied shut with the sash sloppily being put into place.

 

“We're leaving, you and me.”

 

“I can't leave here though!” Allen stares at Cross, something inside of his chest bubbling up. He doesn't quite understand the feeling, or even what it is, as he cannot recall having ever felt it before.

 

“Not unless you're bought.” Cross takes hold of the boys arm and pulls him towards the door. Allen's head is spinning and the room is starting to shift before him. He can feel his heart beating faster, almost too fast and he fears that something bad is going to happen. He knows that he costs a lot, more then any average person would pay but he is terrified that the man won't have enough. He doesn't want to let the feeling inside of his chest go, the feeling that he can't recall having ever felt before…

 

And he has no clue what he'll pay for his freedom

 

Ahhhhh…. So….Yes Cross came to the rescue, not our missing and absent shiny leather clad Kanda. Still wondering where he is aren't all of you, but alas it appears Allen is going to be taken away from the circus. Oh and just to remind all of you YES this is Yullen…though I am a fan of my lovely kink pairing (CrossXAllen and if you want that name explained just ask) though it's not in this fic, though if ANYONE would like to make a one shot for me I'll update faster…I timed myself and this took me just over Three hours to make XD As for the next chapter, it is going to be called… Lie Down with Me Tonight

 

 

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~