I Sold My Soul

Snippet 15 - See under my About Me for a link to the others.
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“Bak…”

“I came here as soon as I heard what happened,” the blond Asian continued through the sealed door. “Komui called me, but I just couldn’t get here any sooner.”

“W…why are you here?” Kanda mumbled absently against the mattress.

“Because I’m going to try to get you transferred back to the Asian Branch. I spoke with Bookman Junior and this is unacceptable. Your affiliation is first with us.”

“What the hell did he tell you?”

“He told me enough.”

Kanda shifted and tried to at least right himself enough to it up against the wall. He could see Bak’s shadow through the small obscured window in the door. For once he wasn’t annoyed by this man’s untimely presences—which usually involved fawning, fretting and trying to please him because of some family guilt thing he had going on. It appeared like he was alone…which Kanda found extremely strange. That they would let him through without watching him like a dog was a little weird… “Are you alone, Bak?”

“For the moment. I managed to gain a little favor from the watchers.”

A look of curious morbidity passed Kanda’s face. He knew that meant one of two things usually. In the case of being in the Asian Branch, that meant Fou did something. Bak’s evil, evil wall-lady.  Fou could not be here, so it had to mean Bak was utilizing his familiarity with unnamable Asian voodoo-magic. “I don’t even want to know. Can you come in here, or are you stuck out there?”

“I can, but not for long. If I get caught, then we’re both screwed.”

“That’s fine. I’ve been holed up in here for hours upon hours anyway.”

The knob turned with a little spark, releasing enough of the placed seal to let Bak slide through undetected. They must have taken the Asian Branch members for total morons if they thought that one or two watchers could actually hold them out. They may be a socially awkward bunch, but they weren’t as strictly tied to the religion aspect as the Europeans. The blond man stepped in, carefully replacing the door and trying to make it look unimpeded. “Try days, Kanda. You’ve been in here for days.”

Kanda blinked at him, face to face with him directly. “Days?”

The questioned word fell ignored when Bak finally got a good look at Kanda. He should have already been used to the idea of this response every time someone would see him, but it was still a tinge annoying and it brought back the self consciousness he’d thought he finally managed to weed out. The Chinese man’s expression was that same expression he had when he recalled being found after the disaster in the Asian Branch. In nine years, Bak hadn’t changed a damn bit. It was a look of disbelief, sympathy and anger. No one could ever say Bak didn’t care about his people—in any case.

“Did you come here on request of the old man?”

“Yes. Well, partially. I came here on request between him and Komui.” His eyes moved between the “A’, the collar and his butchered hair—which they didn’t even have the decency to cut the longer strands that were annoying the shit out of the man. It made his stomach crawl and he didn’t even know all the details.

Even without details, he knew this boy didn’t deserve this.

Snippet 14 - See under my About Me for a link to the previous.
I enjoy this torture fest too much.

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Snippet 13

Is nearly 600 words even considered a snippet anymore?

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The CROW men begrudgingly release the seals on Kanda’s legs, letting him stand on his own. He wavered for a moment. The cracked knee was slowly healing, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. He wouldn’t let that interfere and he would never show that it hurt like hell. His face scrunched up in a look of distaste and he seriously had to hold back the urge to spit in the CROW bastard’s face. If he did that, he would lose his rights to walk, he was sure and he didn’t want to be carried back. They assumed it would be more humiliating to strut down the courtyard in front of everyone, but he thought otherwise.

One foot after another, he began his trek toward his holding cell; where he would be locked up like a murderer …for sex. It almost made him want to laugh. If they thought whipping him, branding him and making him into a symbol of sin would make him stop wanting Allen like that…man, were they wrong. If he got out of his situation, he’d take Allen with him and the first fucking thing they’d do—

“Move it, sinner.”

A large hand pressed into his back and hurled him forward. His lack of arms to provide balance nearly left him tumbling back to the floor, but he was able to just save himself from the fall. It didn’t help his mood though. Not like he could really do much as he was. It was him verses a handful of men twice his size with the ability to make him heavier than bricks with their seals.

“Tch.” Shaking it off, he walked. The green collar was in proud display, as well as the red letter. They were going to be his trophies. Trophies of the monstrosity of the church—as if he didn’t already have a few of those stacked up in his closet. Eyes scanned those he was familiar with.

Lenalee refused to look at him, but he could tell her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Her brother refused to look at him too, but he wondered if it was for a different reason. Komui was a science driven man, but he was a tool to the Order. Who knew?

His eyes crossed Marie—standing next to Tiedoll. Marie couldn’t see, but he knew the man heard everything. The expression etched in Marie’s face was one of disgust, but Kanda could tell it wasn’t toward him. It was toward the Order. Kanda knew Marie that well at least. They were practically brothers. Just like Tiedoll was his only real “father” figure. Tiedoll wasn’t a stupid man; he was an artist—driven by beauty in the world. Something like sex between two men wouldn’t make a man like that turn on him.  Tiedoll’s eyes told him that he was on his side. Kanda wasn’t entirely alone. That was reassuring.

A splotch of red caught his eye and he turned his head, feet moving apart in longer strides—keeping his head held high and a look of complete disinterest pasted to his face. Lavi’s single green eyes was narrowed on him, or rather, narrowed on the “A”. When he mouthed the words, “I believe him,” he knew that Lavi was referring to Allen’s attempt to call him on his bullshit. There was a smoldering Anger in Lavi’s expression that Kanda merely snorted at. The redhead was probably pissed off now for he same reason Allen was in a panic.

He didn’t care. Let them be mad. Let everyone else see the green band and the “A”. Let them scrutinize and judge him. Walking down the path, he could feel the eyes. He could practically feel the disgust of those who didn’t fall for Allen’s attempt. Being led off into the little box they’d lock him in, he heard one man whispering to the other.

“They should have just put him to death.”

Snippet 12
To see previous posts, I’ve got them linked under my “my about”.

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“Go fuck yourself.”

“I love you.”

Kanda turned his face, trying to get any leverage. He was desperate to see Allen leave. This stupid kid was going to make it worse. “Someone get this kid help. He’s spouting bullshit.”

“I’m not spouting bullshit,” Allen cried against Link, who was now forcibly pushing Allen further away from the man disabled on the floor. The binds against Allen’s body made it a fight to hold his ground, but he didn’t want to leave. If he left, he would lose it. If Kanda disappeared from his line of sight, his chest would constrict until even breathing became a trying task. He was already entering panic mode. “Don’t just sit there and take it! BaKanda! You don’t lie down like this!” He screamed, being nearly at the exit, pushing against Link—and now another CROW member who joined the fight to remove him from the area. “This isn’t you! Kandaaaa!”

The captive man was grinding his teeth, wishing he could strangle Allen until the boy turned blue. As he was, he couldn’t move his arms or his legs. He had no fighting chance at even standing, let alone clubbing that beansprout until he understood. “I used you. Now I’m done with you. Go back to saving the world, you ignorant shit.”

Words stung right to Allen’s soul, but he knew they were just Kanda’s way to downplaying his words to make him still seem innocent. Despite Kanda’s position, he had more power over the situation than Allen liked. The man was branded a sinner, a sinner confessing sins would be more convincing then the protest of the one who was the “victim” of the supposed sin. It was bullshit. It was nothing but shit.

“I love you Kanda…” he repeated. If he repeated it enough times, maybe it would stick. Maybe Kanda would hear it; because at that moment, Kanda was only listening to the sound of his own words trying to convince him of his lies.

“I hate you,” Kanda repeated, giving up any semblance of a struggle and conceding to lie complacently against the cold marble. His head hurt—his heart hurt. Despite the fully healed wound, he could still feel the burn of the “A” on his cheek. The mark was minor compared to the scars of his past.

“I LOVE YOU KANDAAAA!” Allen’s scream echoed as he was carried out finally.

Without warning, the CROW men lifted Kanda to a vertical position. The sudden disorientation nearly made him vomit. He was already bordering on sick; this was just not helping his case. He sucked in a heavy breath and lifted his face to stare down the son of a bitch who was probably expecting some sort of emotion to be showing through. They weren’t getting shit from him.

“What now, honorable priest?” He goaded once more, expecting the sharp slap across his face. It didn’t sting nearly as much as Allen’s echoing cries replaying in his head.

“Your sentence will be amended with you admittances. Now, take him back to detainment. Make sure to hold his head high.”

“I don’t need assistance wearing my shame proudly,” he clipped back, waiting for another lashing; somewhat surprised at not receiving it. “Let me fucking walk.”

A moment of silence passed and the clergyman analyzed the young man before him. He knew the risks of giving Kanda Yuu any leeway. However, letting him walk in his own shame was perfect. “Very well. Unbind him and make him walk.”

Snippet 11
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“This kid is fucking retarded,” Kanda grunted, trying desperately to breathe with his chest compressed against the ground. “He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s saying,” he bit out harshly, trying to make his voice louder and crueler.

“Kanda… Why are you so adamant on this?!”

“Because I hate you, fuck off,” he sneered in a chuckle and put his head back into the ground. He was trying not to look at the stupid boy who couldn’t pick a worse time to come out of the closet. He didn’t mean a single word that slipped out of his mouth, but he let them spill out for the opposite reason. He cared. As much as that idea pissed him off; he cared for the dumb little shit enough to take the kick to the teeth.

“That’s a lie. I don’t believe that for a second. I’m not going to fall for face value like these people. These people are ready to ostracize you, BaKanda!” The teen yelled, voice escalating with every syllable. It wasn’t long before Howard Link moved into position to restrain Allen, making certain to keep him bound to his spot in the case this took a bad turn.”

“We are leaving, Walker,” the CROW man declared, pulling Allen in a direction away from the arrested man.

“Let me go! I wasn’t done talking!” Allen struggled a bit now; his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn’t leave Kanda—he couldn’t! “Kanda!!”

“Great, I fuckin broke him. Charge me with conspiracy to turn him in to a blasphemer too.” Kanda’s mouth moved despite his numerous warnings to refrain from further insolence. “This little piece of shit is confused. He’s projecting,” his voice raised nearly to the breaking point of his vocal ability. “I raped him, end of story.”

“You damn liar!” Allen screamed back, nearly tackling Link down with the desperation to get closer to Kanda. “You couldn’t rape me if you wanted to!”

“That’s your delusion speaking.”

His voice was so cold. So painfully cold. It was shattering Allen’s heart to pieces. This shouldn’t be happening and part of him felt like there was no way it could be happening. Allen should never have to deal with someone watching him like a hawk all the time and keeping them apart. As such, they should be sleeping in bed. They should be curled up under cool sheets with Timcanpy pestering them until they woke up and dressed for the day. Kanda’s lewd comments at inappropriate times shouldn’t be held back because of a hypocritical religion’s intolerance. Allen’s occasional need to just creepily stare at Kanda shouldn’t be interrupted out of fear of being discovered. Their “friends” should be protecting them, not standing back and watching this all go down without stepping in.

Komui should be protecting the exorcists like he said he was there to do. Allen’s lip curled. If Cross was there, this wouldn’t be a problem. As much as he hated how that bastard could be, there weren’t many people as open minded as his Master. If Cross was there, they’d be gone already.

“I love you, Kanda,” Allen stated crisply.

Snippet 10

Last one tonight, LOL sorry for spamming this.

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“I swear to god, beansprout. I will never fucking speak to you again. I will never look at you again….just… Not here.”

Allen’s eyes drifted back to the men who were responsible for Kanda’s public disgracing. They were elder men, adorned in holy robes with unholy hearts. It was ludicrous. It was appalling to think that these were people who were supposed to be on the side of humans. “I will not sit here and let them lie to all these people.”

“It’s done already, jus—augh…” He dropped back to his knees, nearly writhing in pain at the blow to his knee from one of the CROW men who he’d managed to shake off. The bone must have cracked at the way he’d hit the hard marble. It didn’t take but another moment for the other man to restrain him and between them, they had him sprawled out—hard pressed into the floor. He could nearly taste his own blood now.

A twitch in Allen’s muscle indicated he was just moments from tearing those two men off of him, but he had to approach it from the less offensive direction first. He needed to try and win over the public opinion. He wanted everyone to realize this charge was too extreme for something as minor as sex. That’s what Kanda’s human rights were being castrated for. This was what Allen was being victimized behind the upper echelon’s doors for. He was no victim.

“Please stop. He’s not moving and he’s not hurting me,” he begged to the two men who were strapping Kanda’s legs together to keep him from another escape. Oh, Allen wasn’t stupid. He knew they had a just reason for keeping him under very tight restraint. If Kanda had the ability of free movement with no holds barred, he would probably put many people in critical care. That was just Kanda; fist firsts and reasonable logic when that failed…but he had failed reasonable logic this time around.

“He’s under arrest of serious charges, Mr. Walker. The very fact that you are still present is only due to your status as an Exorcist of the Black Order. Your superior will be issuing your punishment for your insubordination.”

“Who issues your punishment when you succumb to the human mistake?”

“Hold your tongue or you will be assisted out.” The robed man held his tone stern and serious, motioning to Link to prepare for the possibility of having to force the white haired teen out of the procession area. Allen Walker’s presence was a necessary gamble to provide a learning experience for both boys. Any attachments to Allen—afflicted with the 14^th Noah—were barred. Especially when it came down to the simply fact that Kanda Yuu wasn’t simply just an exorcist himself. This was a perfectly convenient example.

“I don’t have any reason to hold my tongue. This wasn’t even a trial, but tacking a guilty verdict on a man not even bound by European customs. He’s Japanese and from the Asian branch originally, why is he being ostracized for something that wasn’t even a crime there?”

“Hnng…” Kanda struggled to get his face up enough to speak between breaths. “S…stop.”

“He didn’t rape me. It was consensual.”

Snippet 9 

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 Allen was trembling. It was like watching his heart being pulled from his chest and shredded before him. Once upon a time, he would have jumped in and fought tooth and nail no matter what the man’s desires were, but this man was his everything. To defy that was like betraying him, but to leave him there to be whipped like an animal…was betraying himself. “I can’t, Kanda…”

“Don’t you even open your damn mouth.”

“I’m so sorry…Kanda…I…”

“Idiot stop!” Kanda growled, dropping his weight against the two fuckers who were still holding to his bindings. He didn’t have access to his arms the way he did before, but he could try to get close enough to smash his stupid lover’s head in, if he was quick enough. The pain of his shoulders being nearly pulls from sockets wasn’t enough to stop him from getting within arm’s reach of Allen. Unfortunately, that was as close as he managed before Howard Link stepped in to seal Kanda’s movement. “If you give any semblance of a shit about me,” he whispered just barely loud enough for Allen’s ears to catch, “then you will shut the hell up and just let it go.”

“It’s because I give a shit that I can’t let this go…”

Another crack sounded before Kanda could toss a heated retort. His back arched instinctually and he felt warm liquid dripping onto his exposed ankle. There was probably blood all down his body and it had gone ignored until he nearly slipped in it. The ability to care about the pain was lessened with every lash and burn.

“You were told not to speak to the accused, Allen Walker.”

Allen’s eyes glinted toward Kanda defiantly. They never met eye to eye on much. That usually made it interesting, but this wasn’t just another spat. This was Kanda. This was the man he’d shared his body and heart with. To ask him to just sit back and watch them tear into him…was almost too cruel, even for Kanda. He wasn’t innocent. He wasn’t raped. It was his choice to be pressed to him like that. It was his choice to commit the blasphemy they shared. He didn’t care what the church’s standing on it was. And he didn’t care that he’d be seen as the same monster they were marking Kanda as. He was already being mistrusted because of a vagrant Noah lurking in his head.

“This is too much,” Allen announced, silencing the populace with just four words. Those four words brought eyes on him, inspecting him and questioning him. They probably thought he was ignoring the man’s “crimes”, but in his eyes there were no “crimes”. They were consenting partners.

“You are disobeying your orders, Mr. Walker. Please stand aside and refrain from any further interruptions.”

“No. This is wrong,” the silver haired boy persisted. “He’s risked his life for the people of this order, he doesn’t deserve this treatment.”

“He knew the consequences of his actions.”

Allen moved closer to Kanda, despite the heated aura leaking off the angry man. “The consequences he’s being given aren’t in accordance with his actions!”

“Beansprout, shut the fuck up, now.”

“No, BaKanda…”

“Allen Walker, please refrain from speaking with the accused,” the clergyman spoke sternly.

“Oh yes, god forbid another human speak to such filth,” Kanda muttered, with a characteristic click of his tongue. His dark eyes retained a hollowness that Allen never wanted to see in them. His finger twitched at the desire to reach out, but he stepped back. He had no choice but to simply stand there and watch the CROW members strapping Kanda’s arms in binds across his chest. Countless seals were placed along his arms—from his wrists to his elbows.

“Kanda Yuu, you are treading on impossibly thin ice already. Do not make this harder on yourself,” the clergyman’s voice was full of superiority and it was enough to make Allen nearly snap. How dare he speak to Kanda like that… Allen had never wanted to hurt another human as much as he did right then.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Kanda, just stop. Allen’s mind begged the man to quit egging him on before they decided to do something worse to him. Please. He was torn between his intense anger and his horrified lightheadedness from Kanda’s state of being. He was putting up such a front, but he was putting it up alone. He didn’t have to be alone. Allen didn’t want him to be alone. The internal struggle he was fighting with made his whole body quiver uncomfortably. It was like there was a knot twisting his insides until he came close to vomiting at the very thought.

A snap cracked through the air, followed by an unsuspected yelp. It wasn’t a loud yelp. It wasn’t much more than a strangled gasp of air at the sudden sense of pain that flooded through the body that was on the receiving end of a long metal studded whip. It didn’t even take more than the second lash to draw blood through the white fabric of Kanda’s shirt. The material split vertical down his spine and he clenched his jaw at the third lash that came down against his flesh—sending drops of red all along his shirt.

Allen’s hand covered his mouth and he wasn’t the only one. Lenalee’s soft sobs, hitched and she let out a startled cry at each strike. She wanted them to stop hurting him, just like Allen did. No matter his crimes, watching another human being mercilessly beaten wasn’t a pleasure. Especially not someone they knew—in Allen’s case, someone he loved. His knees threatened to give out with the forth lash that slashed his abused lover’s back.

Despite the five lashing he received for his loose tongue, Kanda didn’t show a shred of remorse. He didn’t have a shred of regret and he continued to goad those clergymen with his confidence and unwillingness to submit. Allen couldn’t deny that this intense ability to pretend he wasn’t in the lowest possible place to exist was impressive and commendable…but he didn’t want Kanda doing this for him. Not when he was just as guilty.

He opened his mouth with intent; but it was as if Kanda was reading his mind, because those deep navy eyes burned their gaze into his. It was a smoldering devotion that Allen couldn’t understand. “Don’t say a fucking word, beansprout.”