A/N: Okay so to start off, I just want to say that i'm not really much of a writer, sooo... Cunstructive criticism is very much welcome. I'd actually like to aprove my skills and toss out some Yullen while im at it : ) And yes this is an AU fic about the DGM characters' after life, but mainly focusing on Kanda and Allen of course (well duh). If i'm boring you just skip onto the story.

Disclaimah! 8D: I do not own DGM. If I did, chapters wouldn't come out every month D:

Warnings: Bad drivers, cussing, and not reading signs.

Notes: Thoughts in italics

ONWARD TO THE STORY!

Chapter 1 ~Who is this person and how does he know my Father?

A British white haired boy, about 15 years old, sat alone on the crowded plane. At least he got one thing good out of this. Though the reason why he was on this plane was because he was heading to America for the first time in his life. Well he's never been out of the country where he was born, to begin with. His name, Allen Walker. He's lived in the UK his whole15 years of living, so this flying thing was new to him. So your wondering WHY he's going to America? Well his uncle – technically his adoptive father - Mana, got a new job in California. Allen was a static at the news of moving, especially to a different country. To him, it was more like a different world.

So here he is, on a plane heading to California. Exciting he thought. It was like an adventure. He smiled to himself at the thought of meeting new people, and even going to a new school. Normally, others would be nervous of moving and leaving your home for a new one, but apparently not for Allen. For he didn't have such a happy life in his home town or at the private middle school he went to. He was picked on and harassed constantly by others because of the way he looks. It all started back in 5th grade when someone found out about his disfigured black arm. He got picked on enough as it was because of his snow white hair and strange scar on his face, but this incident turned everyone against him. He lost the few friends he had and was isolated from the rest of the class. So it all pretty much ran down hill from there.

You can't really blame him for being excited about moving, though he'll admit he is anxious and worried deep down. He wasn't sure what to expect from this entirely new environment. Hell, he really wished Mana would be with him when he started school. Sadly, he had a few things he had to take care of, though he trusted Allen enough to fly himself all the way to California. The 15 year old had guts, that's for sure.

The intercom beamed, grabbing the passengers attention. "We will be landing within 10 minutes" the voice spoke then hung up.

The boy's heart started beating faster as the plane slowly flew lower to the ground and this meant he'd have to get off the plane sooner or later. He always got nervous walking around the airport by himself. Especially when waiting for his luggage. If it got lost he would have a panic attack. He had to go threw with all that when his first plane stopped at New York. He wasn't looking forward to a third time through the airport.

To calm his nerves he put his headphones in and turned up the volume on his ipod, only to listen to his favorite rock band. Time flew by after a few songs, which only felt like 5 minutes then 10.

After getting off the plane and the painful waiting for his luggage, he managed to make it threw the airport safely. Now came the tricky part. Mana had told him, once he got to California, There would be a red haired man there by the name Cross Marian, waiting to take him to his new apartment. Allen barely recognized the name, or what the person looked like from a picture his father gave him. He supposedly was a close friend of his dead parents and Mana, and met this 'Cross' when he was just a toddler.

The teen looked around for a bright red mane, from what the picture depicted and sure enough he spotted a man leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette (right next to a non-smoking sign) with that same shocking red hair. He reluctantly walked over to the troublesome looking man.

"Um, are you Cross Marian by any chance?" The smaller said trying not to sound nervous.

"Hm? What's it to you?" The other said obviously irritated.

"I'm Allen Walker, Mana said that your to pick me up." He said being polite as he can, to the other. He doesn't want to make this man any more irritated as it is. He was his only ride out of this place.

"No duh Captain Obvious." He glared. "Whatever, lets go." He pushed off the wall and headed towards the exit.

'Who shoved a pole up his ass?' Allen thought, raising a white eyebrow. "Going to be a long ride." He mutter under his breath.

"What was that?" The older man shouted behind him.

"N-nothing!" He retorted. 'A long ride indeed.' He sighed.

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So the drive to his new home wasn't all that exciting but very awkward. He felt the need to say something. So he asked the first thing that came to mind.

"So um, you new my parents?" He asked sounding more like a statement. The other just grunted which mostly like meant yes.

"Oh." He looked down at his hands and fiddled with the hem of his shirt feeling even more uncomfortable. He tried to relax his stiffened legs that started to ache. He attempted again to start a conversation.

"How long have you known Mana?" He asked.

"Just shut up and quite talking. I have a fucking hangover, and not to mention I had get up extra early to pick your white ass up!." The red haired snapped back.

'If you new you were going to have to get up early then why were you drinking in the first place!' Allen raged in his head. 'I don't understand this guy at all.' He more or less pictured Cross to be at least a good and responsible guy if he was friends with Mana. Mana was the most kindness and gentle person he new, but this guy was the exact opposite! 1.) His hair is unkempt and looked like he hadn't shaved in few weeks. 2.) He smelt horribly like alcohol and smoke. (not to mention his car) 3.) He was rude and seemed responsible.' And lastly his driving skills are horrid!' Allen thought as they almost hit someone switching lanes. Allen peaked over at the gauge to see exactly how fast they were going while holding onto the seat for dear life. Lets just say Allen was surprised that this man doesn't have a DUI.

'Well at least I don't have to live with him or anything until Mana gets here.' Allen reassured himself.

After a 20 minute drive of silence and close call crashes, they reached the apartment complex Allen was going to be living at. The building was a tan shade, giving it a nice neutral look; not poor looking but not rich and high-class. Allen was comfortable with the look on the outside but he really couldn't wait to actually go inside. Cross pulled up in front of the entrance. He gave Allen a look that clearly said "get out of my fucking car." Allen got the message and happily climbed out of the death machine. He opened the backseat door and pulled out his suitcase.

"Uh, thanks for the lift." He said with a fake smile. 'And please don't come visit.' He lastly said in his head as he closed the doors. Allen was about to head for the entrance doors when Cross rolled down the window.

"Hey, your old man said to keep an eye on you, so I'll be coming around sometime to check up on you." The man said disgruntled. And with that he drove away, leaving Allen standing on the side walk.

The boy fell to his knees and pleaded to the skies asking why they hated him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

LE GASP! What will happen next? Not much i'll tell you that :P But I swear, Kanda will appear next chappy or the 3rd. Depends if i'm motivated enough.