*Warning: First FanFic. Warning: First FanFic.*

If it sucks, tell me, point stuff out. I'll appreciate it. ^^

I have Chapter 2 in the makings, so it'll be up soon.

Anyways~ Allen-chan! Do the disclaimer!

Allen: What'd you just...

DISCLAIMER. NOW.

Allen: *sweat* Um... uh... 13 (or Rakki13) doesn't own D. Gray-man. If she did, I'd be a stick figure and always be forced into sex with Kanda. Haha, I'd probably just be a stick figure without the sex and Kanda thing.

Actually, the thing you said first is exactly what I'd do.

Allen: O.o *runs away*

Chapter 1:

Under the Dancing Sakura

There was a breeze that day. The forest of sakura freed its weaker blossoms, letting them dance in the air. It was far too early for the people of the village to get up and see the beauty of the sakura. The birds hadn't started their songs, and the sun has yet to bare its head, only rays lighting the predawn sky. However, the fact that it was early wasn't the only reason the villagers didn't come to see the blossoms.

The lone soul in the forest sat in one of the trees, his back against the trunk. He was meditating, ignoring the wind that had long since freed his long ebony hair from its cloth binding. The man was truly only eighteen, still a teenager in many respects. His face was sharp-edged and looked like the face of a well-disciplined man, but yet very androgynous.

With a katana leaning against his lean-muscled chest, he wore a black hakama (traditional Japanese pants) and a white mofuku (a kimono used for funerals, in this case it is only the basic piece without the coat). He knew this was only one of the many reasons the villagers called him "Shinigami (death god) ", but he could care less what the villagers thought of him. If he wanted to wear funeral clothing on a daily basis, that was his own choice.

As the sun finally peeked out, the teenager blinked open his eyes, revealing their dark depths. Standing, he looked off towards the sun. "Che. Dare ka ga mori ni haitta. (Che. Someone entered the forest.)"

With the sakura still dancing around him, the samurai raced off to find the foolish intruder.

"What the hell?"

"We know, we know. We're sorry!"

"Sorry? Sorry? You bloody threw me a parachute, and Master pushed me out!"

"Sorry..."

"Bloody hell you're sorry! If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place!"

"Allen..."

"Lavi, don't you 'Allen' me! I could've died! You just couldn't warn me first, could you?"

"Well, you aren't dead..."

"Only because Timcanpy helped me with the parachute, before I got skewered by a bloody tree!"

"Allen, why do you keep saying 'bloody'?"

"Because I'm bloody British and bloody mad! And I don't feel like bloody swearing because you're not worth it."

"How mean, Allen... Oh, what? Hey, I'm putting Lenalee on." Shuffle "Allen, are you okay?"

"No, not really."

"Please forgive them, even if they don't deserve it."

"Fine. When can you come and pick me up?"

"Well... General Cross?" Shuffle "Hey, idiot apprentice."

"Master, when will you pick me up?"

"Not anytime soon."

"Wha..."

"You have a mission. Do it, then you can go home.

"Master!"

"Timcanpy has the details in him. When I hang up, ask him to give you them. Heh, aren't golem radios convenient? Till next time." Click

"Master!"

"Son of a bitch!"

The boy glared at the golden flying ball with wings, its tail waving slightly. The golem radio opened its mouth, showing off razor-sharp teeth.

Sighing, the fifteen-year-old apologized, "Sorry, Timcanpy. While Lavi isn't worth it, Master is worth the swearing."

The boy was named Allen Walker. He was an odd sight with his sickly pale skin, a mane of shoulder-length, silvery white hair, and a strange scar passing over his left eye. The scar started low on his cheek in a curved line with another line straight across his cheekbone, and then it went over his eye, ending in an upside down pentacle on his forehead.

The teen looked up at Timcanpy. "Tim, please give me the stupid details."

Allen listened to the recording, thanking God that it wasn't his Master, just Lenalee's brother, Komui. Apparently, his mission was just to see if or when the military started recruiting in the area.

Allen had already figured out that they had kicked him off the plane above Japan, so he already knew that he would have to learn Japanese. Sighing, he thought, 'I'm soldier after all.' Of course, they'd drop me off in the middle of nowhere and expect me to do a mission.

Yes, Allen was a teen-aged soldier. He was part of a special combat team that was kept secret from the public. The team was known as the Black Order with its soldiers being known as Exorcists. The team could easily end the war, but the country leaders in charge of them decided they'd be more useful in Ops.

Allen wanted to be a soldier like his foster father, Mana, was. He wanted to die like Mana, protecting his country till he died, but he was scouted by Marian Cross, one of the four team leaders in the Black Order known as Generals, and he became an Exorcist.

Allen ignored the reminder of his circumstances and started walking. Before long, he stood at the edge of a forest.

Gaping, he looked at the sight. "So pretty..."

Allen stood at the edge of a forest of cherry trees, their blossoms landing at his booted feet. The air was filled with their fragrance. He couldn't resist the urge and started walking into it. Blossoms tangled in his hair as Allen walked deeper into the beauty, his long, black coat making swishing noises as he went.

Suddenly, Allen heard a small noise. Turning quickly, he found himself looking into two black pools, both as deep as the sea.

TBC...

Bad? Good? Total waste of your life? Please tell me! But mean reviews without any reasoning or critique will be used as ingredients for a fic with the pairing dying. Except if the pairing is Yullen... and maybe I'll spare Lucky too...

ANYWAYS~

Till next time, 13