Summary: "You shouldn't fall in love with me," Allen turned away from Kanda, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Kanda pulled the shorter man against him in a tight embrace, crushing the silver-haired male against his chest. "I don't care if you are the son of a demon. I love you for you, and that won't change." Tears trickled down Allen's face as he closed his eyes, unwillingly to let this moment disappear.

Rating: T for now

Pairing: Yullen (Kanda/Allen)

Setting: AU

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man nor do I make any money from writing this.

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Silver

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Chapter I

The streets of Kyoto were crowded as a hooded figure weaved his way in and out of the sea of people, being careful not to bump into anyone and keeping a hand on the edge of his robe. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention since this was to be a casual outing instead of the usual seriousness that came with his line of work. As an onmyouji, his line of work was revered by the people of Japan, since they would drive out demons that were plaguing their homes or lives. However Allen was different from the rest of his comrades, and for that reason he was an outcast from society until his mentor found him by chance one day.

Allen was the son of a demon father and human mother, as a result, his left arm is horribly disfigured and his hair silver.

Abandoned at birth by his father and given up by his mother who wanted nothing to do with him, it seemed Allen was doomed to die on the streets until his adoptive father Mana found him. Mana never once shunned his adoptive son for his looks, and instead raised him like a normal human boy. It wasn't until a horrible accident involving a demon that claimed his father's life did Allen receive the scar on his left eye. Vowing to never rest until his father's killer was dead, Allen sought out and became the disciple of Cross Marian, one of the most powerful onmyouji of the time.

Shunned by humans and branded a traitor by demons, Allen walks a delicate path that not many would dare venture on.

"Did you hear that the palace is seeking any and all onmyoujis for help?" he heard a woman whisper.

"Really? Why is that?" her companion replied, pausing in her selection of fruit.

"The Emperor has been plagued with some sort of sorcery and it seems the onmyoujis within the palace are at their wits end."

Unable to hear anymore of the conversation as the women moved out of range, Allen focused his attention in the general direction of the palace. Even from where he stood he could see a dark cloud hovering above the dwelling. Someone was using dark magic and he was determined to find out who it was. As he started walking, something shifted atop his head, prompting him to smile under the cowl.

"Timcanpy are you interested too?" he whispered.

Timcanpy was a little golden ball with wings that his mentor left as a means of finding him should Allen come across trouble. More correctly, it was a way for Cross to track down his disciple so he could pay whatever debts that was racked up thanks to his gambling and womanizing ways. It was thanks to this that the silver-haired onmyouji became a master at gambling.

He slowly made his way towards the palace.

There was a long line of people at the gate by the time Allen arrived at the palace. Guards were searching each and every person that entered thoroughly, no doubt for hidden weapons in case they meant ill towards any member of the royal family. It was impossible to get in without exposing his identity to the others, and Allen had a feeling he wasn't exactly welcomed at such a revered place. Hiding around the corner of the alley, Allen waited for a chance to sneak in without being searched by the guards. The opportunity arrived when one of the guards engaged in a scuffle with the person he was searching, and soon the entire line broke out into a fight as more soldiers rushed out to quell the battle.

With the gates unguarded Allen silently slipped past and hurried inside the palace.

This was the first time he was ever inside the palace and Allen was mesmerized by how grand it appeared. As he stood there gazing at the walls and columns, he heard footsteps from behind and quickly jumped behind a pillar for cover. Peering out ever slightly he saw a servant leading a line of onmyoujis towards the direction of the Emperor's chamber. Seeing this chance he stood behind the last onmyouji and followed them to where the Emperor was.

The closer they neared the chamber, the heavier the air became around the atmosphere. Allen wasn't sure if the others could sense it, but thanks to his half-demon heritage, it was practically screaming at him that dark magic was at work here. He doubted anyone here could fully cure the Emperor unless they were extremely talented. Indeed while Allen was thinking this to himself, none of the onmyoujis dared enter.

"Don't just stand there! Help cure the Emperor!" a sharp feminine voice demanded.

The onmyoujis nervously looked at one another.

Allen stepped within and immediately he saw a dark shadow behind the only female in the room. Judging from the way she was dressed and how she held herself, the silver-haired onmyouji deduced she had to be the Empress. This was no mere shadow however, since it radiated evil and would have rendered him unconscious were it not for his demon blood coursing through his veins. Keeping this to himself so as not to alarm the Empress that he could see her evil deed, Allen went over to the bed and saw the same shadow suspended above the Emperor's body. Turning his head ever slightly to the right, his left eye saw the link between the two shadows. So the Empress was draining her husband's life, using it to extend her own while pretending to be concerned about his health at the same time.

"Can you save him?" she feigned in a hurt tone, pressing her lips together for good measure.

Pulling out a piece of parchment written with his blood, Allen closed his eyes, holding it between his index and middle finger while chanting softly under his breath. His left eye turned crimson as he placed the paper on the Emperor's body, continuing to chant as he formed symbols with his hands.

"Begone!" he cried, activating the spell paper with the final symbol formed.

The effect was instantaneous.

The shadow screeched and roared in pain as it retracted from the Emperor's figure, shooting towards the Empress and actually causing her to topple from her chair in shock. Her maids helped her sit up while the Empress waved off the guards, saying she was just shocked and fell out of surprise, though her eyes narrowed slightly at Allen as he locked gazes with her.

"The Emperor has woken!" a servant cried joyously.

Allen stepped out of the way as the Empress rushed over to her husband's side, taking his hand in hers as sapphire orbs fluttered open.

"Kanda? Are you awake? Can you hear me?" she asked softly.

"Alma?..." the Emperor groaned, trying to move his stiff body.

"Don't move yet. Your body is very weak from being asleep for so long," Alma soothed, resting a hand on his face.

With the curse lifted from the Emperor, Allen was escorted out of the room by a guard, a grateful look upon the soldier's face for saving the life of their Emperor.

As he was about to leave the palace through the front gates, the silver-haired male was stopped by the Empress just before he could do so. After waving off the guard so she could speak to him alone, Allen waited for what she had to say to him.

"I don't know who you are or where you came from, but you are not an ordinary onmyouji are you?" she hissed venomously.

"I can say the same for you. Hiding behind a human guise while siphoning the life force of the one you love to extend your own. Can you really call yourself an Empress? Or even a human for that matter?" Allen retorted calmly.

"How dare you!" the Empress lashed out at Allen, but recoiled in pain when an invisible barrier prevented her from doing so.

Allen resisted the urge to smile beneath his hood.

"Why can't I touch you! Who are you exactly!" she demanded.

"I am an onmyouji," was the simple response.

Turning to leave now that the Empress was still in shock over what just happened, Allen started walking when a gust of wind blew down the hood covering his face from view. With his facial features revealed, Alma gasped alarmingly when she caught a glimpse of the scar down Allen's left eye, along with the silver hair that gave away his identity.

"You are the spawn of a demon!" she shrieked, shouting for guards to come and arrest him.

He had nowhere to run as guards poured from every corner to surround him.

To be continued...

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