I apologize for the ultra-lateness; I had finals, then a month of camp, but after that (and even during) I have no excuse for being a lazy butt. Also, a BIG thanks for Terra-kun, who edited this chapter and will be co-authoring with me for this story :D
We do not own Bleach or D.Gray Man. All the dead Akatsuki members from Naruto do. brick'd
"Wow! Japan is so cool!" Rabi marveled as he and his fellow exorcists walked the bustling streets of Tokyo.
"I agree Rabi, this place is so amazing!" Allen replied, looking curiously into shop windows at the foreign merchandise and vending stands.
Linali nodded cheerfully in agreement to the previous comments. Kanda just humped and looked away. Although he wasn't from this part of Japan; nothing here was really new or interesting. Same food, same clothes… in fact, he had been to Tokyo several times before.
Allen tore his gaze away from the window display and turned around gazing onto the never ending street that he seemed to be standing on. As Allen walked forward he walked straight into someone.
"Ano, gomen, gomen!" Allen looked up to find all his fellow exorcists (minus one Kanda) laughing at him. Finding himself extremely confused he looked at the person he had walked into and rubbed his head in embarrassment.
"Tch. Stupid Moyashi…"
"Allen! That's a lamp pole!" Rabi was clutching his sides and laughing the louder of the two.
Caught up in the plethora of bright lights and colors and pushing himself to his feet, Allen was still quick to notice the distinct growl of his discontent stomach.
"Ano….guys, do you think we could get something to eat?" he inquired, sweat dropping like his other three comrades. He turned his gaze to Kanda, in hopes that he would point out a suitable eatery. Well, anything was considered suitable to Allen Walker; Human Landfill. He just didn't want to ingest something with raw fish-or god forbid, cat. Allen was one to believe social generalizations, he was a Brit after all and as we all know, they love their house hold pets, but not for dinner.
"There looks like a good place to eat!" Linali pointed out to a small, distant Ramen bar lit up by several florescent lights to attract attention in the busy night, yet it looked calm enough to be inviting and a place where they could eat their meal with the company of just one another.
"Looks great!" Allen cheered, jogging off to the bar, his friends, (and Kanda) in tow.
Yet they were stopped midway when the earth began to tremor. All around them, people froze in terror and looked at one another. Was it an earthquake? The exorcists however weren't fooled. They had enough experience to know this was no mere earthquake.
All of a sudden, a large daunting figure arose from the pandemonium. This massive, black creature had long, sharp claws and bore a white mask marked with red slashes upon the designated area for a face. Its shattering cry thundered with the agony of a thousand suffering souls.
"It's an Akuma!" Linali cried, activating her innocence, the other three following suit.
The people around them had terrified expressions, Rabi noticed. But they were looking at the exorcists, not the akuma. In fact it was like the akuma didn't even exsist.
"Look at his arm!"
"It's huge!"
"And her feet are on fire!"
"He's got a sword!"
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Rabi's brows furrowed. Couldn't they see that it was an akuma? And that they were from the Black Order? Well, that didn't matter now. What mattered was this huge monster that was towering down on them all with its deafening cry.
Allen and the other exorcists were already far ahead of the calculating Bookman, invocating quickly and jumping into the action.
Linali jumped up, gaining height and momentum before slamming the heel of her invocated boot into the large mass of black scaly-flesh. To her great surprise, the monster only stumbled backwards, before taking sight of her and unleashing a clawed hand her way. Linali wasn't fast enough there was no way she could avoid the hit. She shut her eyes and waited for the impact.
It never came.
She opened her eyes to see that Rabi had intercepted the fatal slash of the claws with his Nyoibo just in time.
"Arigatou Rabi-san!" she called out, before racing off towards the monster once more.
"Tondemonai, Linali-chan!" he replied after her, before turning to the monster.
"Odzuchi Kodzuchi….." he started, the dimensions of his hammer increasing to incredible lengths. The onlookers gasped in amazement. Light surrounded the Bookman-in-training as several large seals spun around him. He selected the one marked with the fire kanji by bringing his hammer down upon it.
"Gouka Kaijin: Hi Ban!" he shouted, stamping the monster with the fire seal. The creature howled in agony, its flesh beginning to sizzle. Blinded from the initial pain of being burnt, the monster swung its arm back and forth, missing Rabi by a few feet as Kanda cut into it's backside with Mugen.
"Damn Yuu-chan, be more careful!" Rabi called out, grabbing Nyoibo one more.
"Shut up you bastard! This damn thing is hard enough to destroy already! And what have I told you about using my first name!" Kanda snarled, attempting to get Mugen to cut deeper, or to do more damage.
But the creature took note of Kanda's appearance and swung its claw into the samurai exorcist, effectively slamming him into the side of a building.
"Kanda!" Allen cried out, after seeing his comrade being thrown into a building. He turned to the monster and growled, his innocence fully activated and ready. Just as he was about to make his move, a call rang out:
"ZANGEKI!!"
A large burst of energy sliced through the air with a blade not too far behind. The blast dug along the creature's back in a brilliant blaze, causing the monster to send roars of agony for several miles. The being stretched at it's full height before losing it's balance and will to live, and disengaged into darkness before the would-be crash landing.
A single black butterfly danced by.
Allen's eyes traced the butterfly for a short time, seemingly unbeknownst to the drama that had occurred, but felt the need to gaze at the creature, mulling subconsciously for a few moments weather its appearance had purely coincided with these events or weather it held some symbolic purpose.
His optics were met with deep chocolate counterparts who were hardened into a scrutinizing glare. It's owner was none other that that of who produced the blast; A muscular young man around the age of sixteen, standing at 5'7" or 170 cm, with sharp, handsome features and bright tangerine-inspired orange hair.