Allen Walker was used to changing schools, it happened almost every two years since he started living with his God father Cross. Sometimes it was because of debt collectors or an angry ex-girlfriends, but the last reason was Allen's fault...no matter what anyone told him.

White hair was stand out-ish on its own, but a demonic looking scar was just about the icing on the cake. Not to mention the deep scars all over his left arm, the memory of where they were from was lost in the teen's mind.

With all these abnormal looks about Allen, it made him the brunt of heavy and extreme bullying. These attacks from others cause Allen to put away his heart, putting up fake smiles along with keeping his depression and anger to himself. He always felt lonely, but at moments Cross made him feel better in his own little ways.

Cross was a angry asshole of a man, but that didn't mean he didn't care about Allen. He was the only thing Allen had, the only support Allen had. So he tried in his own little way to show the teen he was there for him, this kid had gone through way to much for someone his age.

So the man made sure Allen was happy in school, when things got bad he made arrangements and they were gone by the end of the week. Allen always thought it was his fault for moves like this, but Cross was just trying to look after him.

That's how it went for the two of them, until his 16th birthday that is. That was the year he got his tattoo, it covered all of his left arm making his scars unnoticeable unless looked up close. It was a very extreme leap for someone his age and it took them time to get a tattoo artist willing to do it, but Allen was more happy than he had been in years.

That was also the year of the crash.

Both Allen and Cross had been driving on a stormy night in Blackpool England as the long awaited hurricane was soon approaching, the driver ahead of them was swerving around unable to gain control in the rain. Neither of them had seen it coming, but in a moment of brash thinking the driver tried to speed up seeing the light about to turn. Only to lose control of their car.

It had been a 9 car pile up, Allen made it out with only a large scar on his chest. Cross lost his right leg from the knee down.

It had shaken the both of them, even if it was Cross's leg; Allen was more broken up about it.

This was the moment Cross knew it was time for change.

The Noah was Mana's family that lived in a small town in Washington State down in the US, due to the distance their relationship with them was just phone calls every Sunday night. But Neah; Mana's younger brother, was close with Allen. The two of them shared common interests, along with a talent for music.

He had been the one to suggest they move down to the states, it had taken a week for Cross to agree.

The move was sudden since they had only lived in Blackpool for less than two months, now they were off to a new country leaving England behind.

Allen was nervous, he had been born and raised in England. It was fine just moving around all over the place, but the big leap to America was stressful.

Though he didn't have to worry about citizenship since Mana had been born in America, giving him an automatic place since Mana was his father even if he'd been adopted.

But the fact he was about to graduate in England meant nothing in America, so he now had another year of school to go through which made him less than pleased. Though he couldn't complain he hadn't been dumped in as a sophomore, having two more years added on would make him scream.

Allen wasn't sure what to expect in this little town in Washington, but he wasn't prepared at all for the deep dark secrets held beneath the streets.

"Now I remember why I left this god forsaken country," Cross grumbled and yanked his suitcase off the belt, leaning against his crutch with a distasteful look. Cross was smart even if he didn't act like he was, he was well known in the science community for his work on golems and other robotics. As of the past month he was getting recognized for his work on body prosthetics.

Allen held most of the bags along with a basketball sized golden golem named Timcanpy, a tried look in his eyes as he watched his gardein struggle with his bag. "I can help you with that..."

"Don't Need help!"

"You're making a scene Cross..."

"Allen!"

The white haired teen turned just in time for a pair of arms to wrap around him, nuzzling his cheek and making Tim squirm around getting trapped against two chest. Allen blushed and looked up, the tall man cuddling him could only be one person. "N-Neah!"

Neah laughed and pulled away, ruffling Allen's hair with a bright grin. "You've grown since I last saw you, not much but a little."

"Hey-!"

"You two quit making out and get this shit!" Cross snapped and dropped all of his stuff on the ground unable to gather it all.

"It's nice to see you too Cross,"

Neah helped Allen with the rest of their things and headed out to the car, shoving everything in the trunk and back seat leaving just about enough room for Allen.

As the set out on their 4 hour drive to the Noah manor, they started out with small talk. Asking one another how everything was, Cross only giving the two witty remarks.

"You let him get a full arm tattoo Cross?" Neah glared at the red haired man, who looked like he could careless. "He's only been 16 for three months, how you found someone to do that is beyond me."

Cross smirked and looked back to the sleeping teen. "The kid doesn't act 16, so I thought why the hell not?"

Neah shook his head. "Cross...this is no way for him to cope with his scars by trying to cover them up, if you had gotten him into therapy-"

"That kid would be worse off if I had started taking him to a fucking therapist, all those quacks do is give you drugs and tell you everything is fan-fucking-tastic."

"That's not true, he just needs someone to talk with. Someone his own age that can understand him,"

Cross sighed and rolled down his window, using the stop in the rain to take a smoke. "Every kid Allen's meets runs for the hill once they take a look at him, what makes you think this school will be any different?"

Neah's golden eyes looked down for a moment, before quickly looking back to the road. "I know this school is what Allen needs, I've been working here for years now and I've placed my trust in this school."

After that Cross was quiet, he didn't think Allen could take another school. But Neah was right about Allen needing friends, the boy spent too much time sitting around the house. "Fine, but once Allen starts showing signs we're leaving."

Neah smiled and his mood quickly seemed to improve. "Thanks, this means a lot to me."

Cross shook his head and glared at the sky, feeling droplets fall onto his arm. "I hate the rain,"

Chucking, Neah rolled up Cross's window and turned on the heat. "I thought you'd be all depressed after loosing your leg, but you're still just as grump since I talk to you last."

"I'm not old,"

"You're like-"

The car swerved with Neah letting out a loud cry of pain, Allen only sighing softly and snuggling against his pillow as he continued to sleep.

Ahh short first chapter, didn't have a lot of stuff I wanted to cover. But I plan on making the chapters long for this since I won't be able to update as often on this compared to my other story.

In other news, I made this to sort of replace my old story. I had so much planned by I didn't know how to execute it, and then everything just got jumbled up and a mess. I might go back to it later on at some point...

Clearing some stuff up!

-Allen's arm isn't all red and stuff, just covered in a lot of scars to the point it looked like it went through the blender. But not completely disfigured, as for his tattoo; it looks like what his arm did in the first anime after he got clown crown. His hand looks like a normal hand other than for scaring.

-Cross does not have a prosthetic yet, but he's working on one at the moment

-Its been less than a month since the accident

That's all I have to say, see you next chapter!