Disclaimer: I don't own DGM, this was made only for entertainment.

First I apologies for any errors or mistakes, my profile explains my tendency of using them in my little fiction . also if any beta out there can adopt me I would truly appreciate.

Many questions will be explained as the story evolves.

Chapter 1

The roaming in the city was as usual; busy people running to their jobs, crowded places and noisy streets, nothing special defined this ordinary day, except for one little detail that did not fit the picture. A young man, around 17, of average weight, with medium-length gray hair was running frightened. Nothing seemed to chase him but he continued his sprint nonetheless.

In his hazy mind, all sort of unanswered questions were dancing making him even more scared of what they could mean. Now, after all this time when he finally got away from his unhappy past, unburied ghosts found him yet again.

He rushed down the streets to the only place he found himself safe, a place well hidden from the world yet right in the middle of it. It was a small and quietly clearing deep in the central park, where, because of a little pond the trees and vegetation grew impervious.

He kept running as if this gave him power and freedom, but soon fate would interfere and mark his destiny with unforeseen problems because he finds that he was not the only one who knew about that small sanctuary. There in the stillness of the air a heavy and strong scent was mixed with something he just did not seem to catch.

On the other side of the pond the boy spotted a silhouette, bent over something that resembled a pile of clothes, the darkness of the surroundings preventing him to see clear what it was or whom the person could be. He tried to see clearer but the movement of the figure sent him on edge.

The stranger circled the water approaching him slowly, never taking his eyes of him. Each step making him look like a predator stalking his pray, which made the boy, shiver uncertainty.

He wanted to run again, but his body just did not respond due exhaustion. He was pinned by fear and he could only stare at the figure as it came closer. His mind overwhelmed by the events prior couldn't help him figure out why he felt so helpless when nothing happened to him, at least not yet, but it seemed his memories were the ones to blame for his weak psychic.

However, the intruder never got to him for in a blink of an eye, his instincts were geared and he found the strength to flee again.

The figure just stood there watching him run, lifting his face slowly towards the sky as if he could smell something, and then slowly walking away.

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With a loud thud, Allen slammed his apartment door, locking it. He sighed, the pain in his legs starting to make her presence and due to exhaustion, he collapsed on the floor. It seemed his power was fuelled just by adrenaline because now he just could not move any muscle without difficulty.

For a few moments, he just remains there near the door waiting for his body to relax.

Life had a funny way of telling you to move on. There were things to attend and he had to move fast because the time was short now. He was not sure that the person he saw was really his worst nightmare or it was just someone who resembled him. Even so, he could not take any risks. It was more than enough that the mere glance made him feel so …trapped.

"Ok first things first, a shower then I'll think the next step". He said feeling better after the long sprint home. He did not want to be home, but his favorite place was out of the question right now.

After the refreshing shower, even though he was not hungry he tried to eat something knowing very well that after such effort his body might need some strength back.

Heading towards the refrigerator, he heard a loud knock on the door giving him a slight fright. He doubted that the one at the door might want something from him, he had no friends here to come over or neighbors who cared about his well-being. It probably was a mistake. Still he went to see who it was. It cannot be whom he thought it might.

"Who is it?" he hesitantly asked

"Mr. Alden, your neighbor, I need to talk to you" well he certainly did not had his voice, but he never saw this Mr. Alden….either, so he may or not be the same person.

"Are you going to open the door already, we don't have all night?" he was taken by surprise this time shaken from his thinking, the tone was demanding and somehow harsh, was this man really his neighbor or he was just being paranoid? It was just his crazy imagination, maybe it was just a harmless neighbor. He hesitated for a second but finally decided to open and see what the man wanted.

"Oh, I am sorry Mr. Alden, right away "he then opened the door meeting a Japanese tall man with long black hair caught in a pony tail and dark eyes. The long dark blue trench he wore made him look strange.

Allen just stood there watching him shocked by the dangerous and vicious look the man had. This was sure not one of his neighbors, in those months he would have spotted him somehow, it was too hard to miss such a man. A little scared he made a step back only to be awaken by his demanding voice again.

"Well, will you let me in or should we speak from here?"

He guessed that was a reasonable request, but something held him back, a little feeling of warning that slowly crawled up his spine, but still he stepped back and let him enter, what else could he do now, he was scared of what might his reaction be if done otherwise.

"Ohh come in Mr. Alden" still a little tensed and frightened by the others presence he closed the door and turned to him obviously a little to fast.

"How can I help you?" he tried to relax and plant a serene face.

Passing by him the man scanned the living room then turned and spoke on a casual voice this time. "You have a nice and tidy flat and yet you live alone."

"Ohm thank you…I guess" he was surprised by his remark, he expected god knows what, not to speak about his nice apartment and how well he could keep it clean, why would he be here at this hour and how did he knew that he was indeed alone?

The room suddenly fell silent, Mr. Alden was watching him with an intense stare, and that was making him uncomfortable. Thinking of all kind of scenarios and blaming himself for letting him in he expected the worse now, but he still was curios as why would he hurt him if that was the case, he never saw this man before.

To escape this feeling he asked fast without thinking to much.

"From what apartment were you again Mr. Alden? I didn't catch it in the first place." not that he told him anyway, but the bait was just good as it was, and he only hoped for a fast and honest answer implying some misunderstandings.

"I'm not one of your neighbors Allen and I'm sure you noticed this by now"

Somehow, this was not what he wanted to hear but he expected it nonetheless. Something was wrong, he felt himself trapped, and in danger, more now then earlier that day when he was running down the streets. This was a nightmare. Who this man could be and what did he wanted, how did he even knew his name. These questions only fuelled his concerns.

He could tell one or two people that might want to harm him but not because he did anything wrong … because they were just … well … sick. He always helped everyone regardless the problems. He would always be there for anyone so it was hard to see someone like him having enemies. Maybe he was not here for that but then why would he lie about his name, he felt stupid for opening the door. Sometimes he acted before thinking out of sheer stupidity.

"We met earlier today, when you suddenly fled, remember?" he said without showing any emotions.

Allen was just standing there watching him, eyes fully open.

"Shall I imply that you figured it out by now?" his tone was low and threatening this time, lowering his face a little towards him.

Allen could not help but swallow hard backing away slowly, he saw nothing in the alley, and he barely noticed the figure in all that darkness. He never saw if he was man or woman, let alone his face.

Shaking visibly he asked in a low voice, frightened already by the upcoming answer "W...Who are you?"

Lowering over the smaller boy, he said in a cold and steady voice, his face still not giving away any signs.

"Would it do you any good to know?"

This man had something evil inside, exhaled malice through everything he did, the way he spoke, his piercing gaze, his threatening pose and the composed face that seemed surreal.

Allen could not shake away the fact that he was feeling like a living target.

"I … I guess not…" he said lowering his gaze to the floor, but a glimpse of hope gave him a little courage, so he continued "but it won't hurt either …you already know mine so it will only be fair..."

The man seemed shocked by Allen's words, his dark eyebrows shooting up nearly to his hairline. He was speaking about fairness when he was in this situation. It almost made him laugh at his naivety. He straightened his back and said with a small grin

"I guess it won't harm to introduce myself, I'm Kanda…"the grin turned wider and he added "...and I'm here because of you Allen"

This is my first story, I never wrote before so…what do you guys think? Any feed back will be appreciated. Ty.