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In Which Red Makes an Appearance

(So yeah, I decided to take a break from the sappier lovey dovey stuff and take a sharp turn into Allen’s trauma that was inflicted on him in his younger years. With that being said, please enjoy. Triggers in this include traumatic flashback, animal abuse, and animal death, past abuse etc. Allen’s Age is 8 once again.)

Allen was a well-behaved child for his age. Sure, he got snarky with Cross and he did stupid things like all other kids did, although with Allen is mostly involved him trying to juggle dangerous things or balancing on a high stack of random ass things he found around the house. It didn’t take much for Cross to discipline him, in fact yelling did the trick just fine. Allen was smart for his age and knew when he crossed a line or when he was about to and usually backed off. The kid has been through a large amount of abuse in his life, and he tried to avoid being hit at all costs, especially when he found Cross wouldn’t hesitate to exercise such a technique to discipline him.
However, Allen may be a well-behaved kid but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have meltdowns. No, all kids his age had a meltdown here and there. When Allen had meltdowns though it tended to be because he was triggered by something. They tended to be intense and violent. Cross was familiar with Allen having panic attacks, he was familiar with him having nightmares and he learned how to help the brat handle it. What he didn’t know how to handle is when the kid exploded in unadulterated fury. He didn’t know how to handle Allen when ‘Red’ was released.

Who is Red exactly? Red is the name Allen was given before he had a proper name. He was named Red because of his deformed left arm, although he had the temper of the color Red as well. Before Allen became Allen, his left arm was paralyzed, and he worked as an errand boy for some traveling circus. Red was a snarky, foul mouthed little boy that always seemed to get himself into trouble because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut or he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Red was accustomed to daily beatings from the drunken clown Cosimitov or the ring leader when he acted up. Red had wild, long reddish-brown hair and a scowl on his face. Though Red was an angry child, Red was also a hurting child. Red didn’t know what it felt like to be loved. He knew abandonment. Anger. Hate. Disgust. Pain. Hunger. Cold. Illness. It was until the lunatic, lively clown Mana made his appearance and showed Red what love felt like that the little boy’s tough exterior melted away.
With Mana, Red was still Red. Red was still a foul-mouthed little boy that got angry with Mana cooed at how cute he looked in his little clown outfit or how soft his hair was after he finally had a proper bath and haircut. Mana could see the scared, hurting boy underneath the glare, yelling, and scowling. With Mana, Red became Allen, and Allen started to become a little boy instead of a little troll that spat every time someone came by that he didn’t trust (which was a lot of people). A little boy that still swore like a sailor, but a little boy that was learning how to be a good, polite, kind, gentle little boy through Mana.

Cross was only familiar with Allen who wore Mana’s mask. The Allen that stuffed all the negative feelings deep down inside before they bubbled to the surface in violent waves. This is the way Allen learned how to cope with Mana’s death, the first person to ever show love to him. It all started with a dog named Allen who was Mana’s partner during his clown routines. The dog named Allen was the first living being that ever came up to Red and touched his ‘cursed’ arm. Even after Red kicked the dog away in annoyance, in confusion, the dog came back. The dog wanted to play with Red. Allen was Red’s first friend, and through him he met his father named Mana.

Allen refused to take away Mana’s mask and Cross had a hard time forcing him to. He was functioning. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but he was functioning. He was coping…somewhat. Besides, Red showed himself through little bursts. Red showed himself through the bickering the two had. Cross found if he pushed Allen hard enough, that Allen would fight back like Red used to. Most parents would be appalled at a child disrespecting his parental authority and immediately take disciplinary action, but Cross welcomed it. Allen was a special case. Cross wanted Red to bleed through, he wanted to nurture that part of Allen because that was the real Allen.

However, the real Allen was also a mess. The real Allen was still a little boy and little boys did stupid things. Little boys had a hard time controlling their emotions and did stupid things because of those emotions. Little children became little demons sometimes and even though Cross tried to nurture the snarkier side of Allen, he couldn’t allow the nastier side of Red to take place. He couldn’t nurture a violent, raging inferno, that was Allen, that was Red. So, imagine his surprise when he finally got to see the red, burning inferno that was Red and the conflict he had on how to go about this.

It all started on a perfectly normal day. I know it’s a boring way to start the story, but it’s important because it meant there was nothing remotely wrong with Allen, at least in Cross’s eyes. He didn’t seem to be on a verge of an emotional breakdown from stuffing his emotions too much. He was perfectly happy and chasing Timcanpy in front of the somewhat decent, somewhat broken-down house that Cross called his home. Let’s just say, things ran as they were supposed to and that was good enough for Cross, although with this kid living with him, his things were having a hard time running the way they were supposed to sometimes.

So, it came at a total surprise to Cross what happened next. Cross was standing in front of window, watching his tiny dim-witted brat run around, tiring himself out and didn’t think nothing much when a man came strolling along on the sidewalk across the street walking his dog. However, this dog kept getting distracted, sniffing things on the ground, wanting to run across the street to see what that golden ball was that the child across the street was playing with. The dog itself looked to be a little on the skinny side, but nothing too awful. However, the man seemed to be in a huge rush and kept tugging the dog on the leash to keep moving. The dog moved, albeit reluctantly, the leash pulling on his collar with such force that Cross knew his air way was cut off every time the man tugged on the leash. Apparently, the man just fucking had it with the dog and after one last tug and another bout of distraction the man sent a hard kick towards the dog’s side, sending the animal flying. This wasn’t enough for the man to satisfy his anger and Cross watched as the man proceeded to walk up to the dog lying on the sidewalk, trying to regain its’ composure and stomp on the poor fragile body below him.

Cross wasn’t the only one watching though. Allen peered up at the man abusing his dog as well and froze. Not in horror. Oh no, Allen was having a flashback back to Allen the dog laying in front of the portable heater, sleeping. It was after Cosimitov told Red (Allen) to put glass into the dog’s bowl out a jealous rage that Mana was the audience favorite and not him. Red refused, and Red was beaten senseless because of it. That was the last time he saw Allen alive. Next thing he knew Mana had dug a little hole and what was in that hole was the battered, bruised remains of Allen the dog. Cosmitov had beaten him to death.

As Allen’s eyes watched the man continue to stomp on the dog mercilessly, shouting at it, calling it names for simply doing what dogs do, his little body began to shake in rage. Allen knew how the dog felt. He knew what it was like to be the weaker one, to have people bigger than you stomp you down into the dirt. Oh, the rage Allen felt coursing through his little boy was rage that he hadn’t felt in many years and his little face burned with such a fiery fury he was afraid he might start on fire. His blood boiled, his vision turned red and before he knew it he was on the other side of the road, sinking his teeth deep into the man’s arm.

The man yelled and flung him to the ground, hard. Allen felt the gravel dig into the palm of his hands, but the rage prevented him from caring. He tasted blood in his mouth and found it satisfying. He wanted to watch this filthy, awful man bleed and hurt just like the dog he was kicking. Just as the man turned back to the dog, Allen was on him again, sending a hard kick the back of the man’s knees. Just as Allen was reeling his leg back to send another hard kick at the man who had knelt because of the kick to his knees, a pair of strong arms locked themselves underneath Allen’s armpits, the forearms restrained the front of his shoulders, so he couldn’t move forwards. Then he was being lifted and carried back into the house. Allen couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pounding in his ears, but he could make out muffled yelling of male voices.
From Cross’s viewpoint, he wished he would’ve acted sooner, but he really didn’t expect Allen to move as fast as he did. One moment the child was there and the next thing he knew there was a flash of white and the kid was sprinting across the road (which already triggered Cross because sprinting out into the streets without looking both was a very bad thing! Especially when he had Allen, the kid who had quite a bit of bad luck!) assaulting the man with a fury he had not seen that kid express, not even to Tiedoll’s brat Kanda!

Cross slammed the glass of water he was drinking of on the counter and sprinted outside to collect the raging terror that Allen Walker became. Cross wasted no time with formalities. The man’s forearm was bleeding quite badly, and blood was dripping down Allen’s mouth. His eyes were shining bright with blood lust and even after being pushed harshly to the ground the brat was still wailing on the man, growling like a demon possessed his body. Cross did the only thing he knew to do and that was to get Allen the fuck out of there before the man could beat him within an inch of his life. He’d deal with the damages later. For now, his focus was Allen. He grabbed Allen, surprised that he was met with such resistance from the tinier body struggling and kicking at his own.
Allen was screaming at the top of his lungs, screaming unholy death threats at the man, threatening to tear off his genitals and shoving them down his throat so he would choke on it, telling him he didn’t deserve to call himself at man. Cross would’ve found this funny in a different circumstance, especially since the man deserved it, but he found the drastic change in Allen to be frightening. Cross ignored the car honk as he crossed the street, his tiny, screaming bundle of…well fury struggling with such gusto that Cross almost dropped Allen quite a few times before he made it back to the house.

“Let me go! Let me go you fucking wanker! That fucking bastard! He deserves to die! I’ll fucking kill him! I’ll fucking kill him dead!” Allen screamed in a voice that belonged to Red, he wasn’t aware that he was screaming such filthy things from his mouth that would have Mana rolling in his grave. All he could hear was blood pounding quickly in his ears. His face was on fire and the rage he felt threatened to consume him whole.

Cross grunted as Allen sent a hard kick to his gut, he gritted his teeth resisting the urge to paddle the brat senseless. First, he ran into fucking traffic, then he bit a man!? The hell was this fucking kid thinking!? Taking on a full-grown fucking man!?

“Kid if you do not calm the fuck down, I will paddle your ass I swear to God,” Cross responded through gritted teeth as he carried Allen to the bathroom. The kid’s face was a dark red and for moment Cross was afraid the kid was going to have an aneurysm.

This threat only fueled Allen’s rage as he screamed obscenities at Cross, “You lay your fucking hand on me and I will bite your fucking hand off you wanker!”

Cross was so tempted to beat Allen right then and there, but all it took was the look at the bright, blood shot, rage-filled eyes of Allen to keep him from doing so. Cross had quite the temper on him to, but he also knew that what he saw in Allen’s eyes in that moment was the eyes of an animal. An animal that was caged, that was beaten and bloodied. That anger wasn’t directed at him. It was directed at someone else. It was the rage he suppressed towards Cosimitov.

So, Cross turned on the tap in the bath and ran ice cold water. What better way to douse the flames of rage than some water that was cold enough to make your testicles retreat into your body in shock. As he waited for the tap to cool, he held the screaming, squirming Allen tight against his body, ensuring that this kid wasn’t going to escape and finish what he started.
“Sorry kid, this is going to be cold,” the man said when he deemed the water cold enough. He proceeded to dunk Allen’s head under the freezing water pouring from the tap. Allen yelped, trying to struggle out from underneath it, but Cross was determined to douse out all the rage Allen had vibrating throughout his body, “That’s it kid just breathe.”

When Allen felt the initial shock of cold water on his face, he tried to take his face out of the water, but a firm hand held his burning face under it. He could still breathe, which he was thankful for as he felt the cold water pour around his burning ears and over his forehead, down his eyes. It was a dizzying rush of relief and clarity. When he stopped resisting against the hand holding him under the cold water, he felt it begin to massage the water through his hair. He almost killed that man out there. He was sure that with his rage, he would’ve done anything in his power to kill that man out there. It made his stomach clench in guilt. He let Mana down. He was violent. He was a monster. A sick, gross monster. Allen felt his stomach lurch violently at the taste of blood in his mouth, that man’s blood. The burning rage that boiled deep within him made an exit through his mouth, or at least that’s what Allen thought it was.

Cross wrinkled his nose when Allen proceeding to vomit profusely into the bathtub. It wasn’t Cross’s first-time comforting people vomiting their guts out after a night of drinking. He could stomach it, but it didn’t mean he liked to. If this is what Allen had to do then fuck it, Cross would let him do it. It was almost painful to watch Allen’s body convulse so violently and Cross found that he had to look away a couple of times to keep his own nausea at bay.

It took several long minutes for Allen’s body to settle down and as it came to a calm, Cross slowly warmed the water until it was a comforting warm easing Allen back into a state of calm. The two sat like that for a long time, Cross washing the water through Allen’s hair, pulling him back to reality little by little. Once Cross deemed him calm enough he turned the water off and pulled his head back to rub his head dry with a towel.

Once that was accomplished, Cross picked Allen up and exited the bathroom, sighing when he saw a police car parked outside and the man speaking with said police officer. He looked to Allen and then back outside, hearing a knock at the front of his door.

“Yeah yeah, gimme a minute!” Cross yelled out, walking over to the couch to lay Allen down on it,”Oi…wanna watch some Peter Pan?”

One of things he found out from Allen was that he was a huge fan of Peter Pan. Most times he wasn’t interested in what was playing on the television, but one night Cross set the television to a random ass channel that was child appropriate enough and next thing he knew the brat sat and watched it quite intensely. He didn’t move an inch from that screen and out of pure experimentation, Cross brought up the T.V. guide, intending to turn the channel. The kid whipped his head around with a threatening glare so intense that Cross raised an eyebrow and immediately took the guide off and discarded the remote. He also found that he adored the song Lost Boy by Ruth B after hearing it on the radio and that song came in handy when he needed to calm the kid down. All the kid needed was to have that song sung to him or played to him and he quieted down.

At least it wasn’t Frozen, if Cross had to hear Let It Go one more fucking time…

So yeah, Peter Pan was Allen’s happy place and Cross was glad to indulge Allen in something that children his age liked. So Cross bought the DVD and was surprised to find that Allen did not grow tired of it. He kept watching it over and over and over. It took Cross a good couple of weeks to get Allen to resort to watching it once a week. Anyways, Cross popped in the DVD and let the movie play for the brat as he went outside to talk to the police officer and the man. He trusted Tim to keep Allen content while he was away.

After much heated discussion Cross managed to wheedle Allen out of the predicament, it helps that he was a member of the force himself and the officers up at the station adored Allen. All Cross had to do was pay the man’s hospital bill (even though he really didn’t want to because the fucker was a monster for beating his dog to death, Cross later found out.) for the bite. The man didn’t get away total scot free though. The officer did arrest him for animal abuse which Cross resisted the urge to smirk at. By the time Cross was done talking to the officers, Allen was asleep on the couch with the knuckle of his index finger in his mouth and his other arm draped around Tim who pretended to also sleep.

Cross knew he should talk to Allen about how it was wrong to bite people, no matter how angry you got, and no matter how much they deserved it. It was also wrong to run out into the road in a fit of rage. Cross wasn’t in a hurry though and decided that Allen needed to sleep it all off for the moment. He’d discuss it with him when he was less tired emotionally and he’d play the stupid fucking movie as long as he needed to to make it fucking happen.

~ (Hahaha instead of sleeping I wrote this fucker because I was hit with inspiration and I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it. It’s currently almost 5am here, fucking end me. I hope you liked it though and when I heard Lost Boy all I could think of was Allen. I can see him really loving the film, not just because Captain Hook reminds him of Cross either lol. I think Allen views himself as a lost boy and a weirdo misfit and that’s why he relates to the movie so much and adores it. I also headcanon Cross singing Lost Boy to him during a nightmare or thunderstorm to calm him down and that Allen will sing it to himself when he gets nervous or hum it.)

Enjoy this tiny snippet!

“So, what the fuck do you see in this show? I mean I’m proud of you for finding something you like,
but like what the hell drawn you to this?” Cross asked his brat as he stared at the ending credits rolling across the screen. He didn’t dare talk to Allen while the movie was playing. Not unless the kid threatened to burn him alive with his glare.

“Cuz I like it. I wanna be a lost boy to and live on an island and fight pirates,” Allen responded,
“I wanna be like Peter Pan and not worry about stuff and fly.”

“Yeah but you’d be fighting pirates. Ya gotta worry about swords and walking the plank and stuff.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides you remind me of Captain Hook and you don’t scare me,” Allen responded.

Thanks kid…Cross thought to himself in irritation.

“I’m a helluva lot better than that guy. Who the fuck would that weird ass right hand mate of his be then?”

“Mmm Tiedoll? Maybe Johnny? I dunno who would wanna be your right-hand mate,” Allen responded
honestly, “You don’t need one.”

“What about Tim?”

“Tim is Tinkerbell! He can’t be Smee!”

“Whose Peter Pan then?”

“Lavi!”

“Really? Then whose Wendy?”

“I wanna be Wendy! But also, the fox kid lost boy! I don’t know stop asking weird questions! It doesn’t matter! It’s a movie!”

“Alright alright, touchy. Jeez. You already watched it three times today though, no more. You’ll rot out your brain.”

Allen turned to glare at Cross-

“No glaring either! I’m doing you a service! Did you even get your homework done?”

Cross was met with silence.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Get it done!”

“I don’t want to read!”

“I don’t want to go to work! We gotta do things we don’t want to do!”

“Not if I’m a lost boy. Then I don’t have to do work or grow up!”

(Which D Gray Man character do you guys think would fit which Peter Pan character?)

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In Which Red Makes an Appearance

(So yeah, I decided to take a break from the sappier lovey dovey stuff and take a sharp turn into Allen’s trauma that was inflicted on him in his younger years. With that being said, please enjoy. Triggers in this include traumatic flashback, animal abuse, and animal death, past abuse etc. Allen’s Age is 8 once again.)

Allen was a well-behaved child for his age. Sure, he got snarky with Cross and he did stupid things like all other kids did, although with Allen is mostly involved him trying to juggle dangerous things or balancing on a high stack of random ass things he found around the house. It didn’t take much for Cross to discipline him, in fact yelling did the trick just fine. Allen was smart for his age and knew when he crossed a line or when he was about to and usually backed off. The kid has been through a large amount of abuse in his life, and he tried to avoid being hit at all costs, especially when he found Cross wouldn’t hesitate to exercise such a technique to discipline him.
However, Allen may be a well-behaved kid but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have meltdowns. No, all kids his age had a meltdown here and there. When Allen had meltdowns though it tended to be because he was triggered by something. They tended to be intense and violent. Cross was familiar with Allen having panic attacks, he was familiar with him having nightmares and he learned how to help the brat handle it. What he didn’t know how to handle is when the kid exploded in unadulterated fury. He didn’t know how to handle Allen when ‘Red’ was released.

Who is Red exactly? Red is the name Allen was given before he had a proper name. He was named Red because of his deformed left arm, although he had the temper of the color Red as well. Before Allen became Allen, his left arm was paralyzed, and he worked as an errand boy for some traveling circus. Red was a snarky, foul mouthed little boy that always seemed to get himself into trouble because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut or he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Red was accustomed to daily beatings from the drunken clown Cosimitov or the ring leader when he acted up. Red had wild, long reddish-brown hair and a scowl on his face. Though Red was an angry child, Red was also a hurting child. Red didn’t know what it felt like to be loved. He knew abandonment. Anger. Hate. Disgust. Pain. Hunger. Cold. Illness. It was until the lunatic, lively clown Mana made his appearance and showed Red what love felt like that the little boy’s tough exterior melted away.
With Mana, Red was still Red. Red was still a foul-mouthed little boy that got angry with Mana cooed at how cute he looked in his little clown outfit or how soft his hair was after he finally had a proper bath and haircut. Mana could see the scared, hurting boy underneath the glare, yelling, and scowling. With Mana, Red became Allen, and Allen started to become a little boy instead of a little troll that spat every time someone came by that he didn’t trust (which was a lot of people). A little boy that still swore like a sailor, but a little boy that was learning how to be a good, polite, kind, gentle little boy through Mana.

Cross was only familiar with Allen who wore Mana’s mask. The Allen that stuffed all the negative feelings deep down inside before they bubbled to the surface in violent waves. This is the way Allen learned how to cope with Mana’s death, the first person to ever show love to him. It all started with a dog named Allen who was Mana’s partner during his clown routines. The dog named Allen was the first living being that ever came up to Red and touched his ‘cursed’ arm. Even after Red kicked the dog away in annoyance, in confusion, the dog came back. The dog wanted to play with Red. Allen was Red’s first friend, and through him he met his father named Mana.

Allen refused to take away Mana’s mask and Cross had a hard time forcing him to. He was functioning. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but he was functioning. He was coping…somewhat. Besides, Red showed himself through little bursts. Red showed himself through the bickering the two had. Cross found if he pushed Allen hard enough, that Allen would fight back like Red used to. Most parents would be appalled at a child disrespecting his parental authority and immediately take disciplinary action, but Cross welcomed it. Allen was a special case. Cross wanted Red to bleed through, he wanted to nurture that part of Allen because that was the real Allen.

However, the real Allen was also a mess. The real Allen was still a little boy and little boys did stupid things. Little boys had a hard time controlling their emotions and did stupid things because of those emotions. Little children became little demons sometimes and even though Cross tried to nurture the snarkier side of Allen, he couldn’t allow the nastier side of Red to take place. He couldn’t nurture a violent, raging inferno, that was Allen, that was Red. So, imagine his surprise when he finally got to see the red, burning inferno that was Red and the conflict he had on how to go about this.

It all started on a perfectly normal day. I know it’s a boring way to start the story, but it’s important because it meant there was nothing remotely wrong with Allen, at least in Cross’s eyes. He didn’t seem to be on a verge of an emotional breakdown from stuffing his emotions too much. He was perfectly happy and chasing Timcanpy in front of the somewhat decent, somewhat broken-down house that Cross called his home. Let’s just say, things ran as they were supposed to and that was good enough for Cross, although with this kid living with him, his things were having a hard time running the way they were supposed to sometimes.

So, it came at a total surprise to Cross what happened next. Cross was standing in front of window, watching his tiny dim-witted brat run around, tiring himself out and didn’t think nothing much when a man came strolling along on the sidewalk across the street walking his dog. However, this dog kept getting distracted, sniffing things on the ground, wanting to run across the street to see what that golden ball was that the child across the street was playing with. The dog itself looked to be a little on the skinny side, but nothing too awful. However, the man seemed to be in a huge rush and kept tugging the dog on the leash to keep moving. The dog moved, albeit reluctantly, the leash pulling on his collar with such force that Cross knew his air way was cut off every time the man tugged on the leash. Apparently, the man just fucking had it with the dog and after one last tug and another bout of distraction the man sent a hard kick towards the dog’s side, sending the animal flying. This wasn’t enough for the man to satisfy his anger and Cross watched as the man proceeded to walk up to the dog lying on the sidewalk, trying to regain its’ composure and stomp on the poor fragile body below him.

Cross wasn’t the only one watching though. Allen peered up at the man abusing his dog as well and froze. Not in horror. Oh no, Allen was having a flashback back to Allen the dog laying in front of the portable heater, sleeping. It was after Cosimitov told Red (Allen) to put glass into the dog’s bowl out a jealous rage that Mana was the audience favorite and not him. Red refused, and Red was beaten senseless because of it. That was the last time he saw Allen alive. Next thing he knew Mana had dug a little hole and what was in that hole was the battered, bruised remains of Allen the dog. Cosmitov had beaten him to death.

As Allen’s eyes watched the man continue to stomp on the dog mercilessly, shouting at it, calling it names for simply doing what dogs do, his little body began to shake in rage. Allen knew how the dog felt. He knew what it was like to be the weaker one, to have people bigger than you stomp you down into the dirt. Oh, the rage Allen felt coursing through his little boy was rage that he hadn’t felt in many years and his little face burned with such a fiery fury he was afraid he might start on fire. His blood boiled, his vision turned red and before he knew it he was on the other side of the road, sinking his teeth deep into the man’s arm.

The man yelled and flung him to the ground, hard. Allen felt the gravel dig into the palm of his hands, but the rage prevented him from caring. He tasted blood in his mouth and found it satisfying. He wanted to watch this filthy, awful man bleed and hurt just like the dog he was kicking. Just as the man turned back to the dog, Allen was on him again, sending a hard kick the back of the man’s knees. Just as Allen was reeling his leg back to send another hard kick at the man who had knelt because of the kick to his knees, a pair of strong arms locked themselves underneath Allen’s armpits, the forearms restrained the front of his shoulders, so he couldn’t move forwards. Then he was being lifted and carried back into the house. Allen couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pounding in his ears, but he could make out muffled yelling of male voices.
From Cross’s viewpoint, he wished he would’ve acted sooner, but he really didn’t expect Allen to move as fast as he did. One moment the child was there and the next thing he knew there was a flash of white and the kid was sprinting across the road (which already triggered Cross because sprinting out into the streets without looking both was a very bad thing! Especially when he had Allen, the kid who had quite a bit of bad luck!) assaulting the man with a fury he had not seen that kid express, not even to Tiedoll’s brat Kanda!

Cross slammed the glass of water he was drinking of on the counter and sprinted outside to collect the raging terror that Allen Walker became. Cross wasted no time with formalities. The man’s forearm was bleeding quite badly, and blood was dripping down Allen’s mouth. His eyes were shining bright with blood lust and even after being pushed harshly to the ground the brat was still wailing on the man, growling like a demon possessed his body. Cross did the only thing he knew to do and that was to get Allen the fuck out of there before the man could beat him within an inch of his life. He’d deal with the damages later. For now, his focus was Allen. He grabbed Allen, surprised that he was met with such resistance from the tinier body struggling and kicking at his own.
Allen was screaming at the top of his lungs, screaming unholy death threats at the man, threatening to tear off his genitals and shoving them down his throat so he would choke on it, telling him he didn’t deserve to call himself at man. Cross would’ve found this funny in a different circumstance, especially since the man deserved it, but he found the drastic change in Allen to be frightening. Cross ignored the car honk as he crossed the street, his tiny, screaming bundle of…well fury struggling with such gusto that Cross almost dropped Allen quite a few times before he made it back to the house.

“Let me go! Let me go you fucking wanker! That fucking bastard! He deserves to die! I’ll fucking kill him! I’ll fucking kill him dead!” Allen screamed in a voice that belonged to Red, he wasn’t aware that he was screaming such filthy things from his mouth that would have Mana rolling in his grave. All he could hear was blood pounding quickly in his ears. His face was on fire and the rage he felt threatened to consume him whole.

Cross grunted as Allen sent a hard kick to his gut, he gritted his teeth resisting the urge to paddle the brat senseless. First, he ran into fucking traffic, then he bit a man!? The hell was this fucking kid thinking!? Taking on a full-grown fucking man!?

“Kid if you do not calm the fuck down, I will paddle your ass I swear to God,” Cross responded through gritted teeth as he carried Allen to the bathroom. The kid’s face was a dark red and for moment Cross was afraid the kid was going to have an aneurysm.

This threat only fueled Allen’s rage as he screamed obscenities at Cross, “You lay your fucking hand on me and I will bite your fucking hand off you wanker!”

Cross was so tempted to beat Allen right then and there, but all it took was the look at the bright, blood shot, rage-filled eyes of Allen to keep him from doing so. Cross had quite the temper on him to, but he also knew that what he saw in Allen’s eyes in that moment was the eyes of an animal. An animal that was caged, that was beaten and bloodied. That anger wasn’t directed at him. It was directed at someone else. It was the rage he suppressed towards Cosimitov.

So, Cross turned on the tap in the bath and ran ice cold water. What better way to douse the flames of rage than some water that was cold enough to make your testicles retreat into your body in shock. As he waited for the tap to cool, he held the screaming, squirming Allen tight against his body, ensuring that this kid wasn’t going to escape and finish what he started.
“Sorry kid, this is going to be cold,” the man said when he deemed the water cold enough. He proceeded to dunk Allen’s head under the freezing water pouring from the tap. Allen yelped, trying to struggle out from underneath it, but Cross was determined to douse out all the rage Allen had vibrating throughout his body, “That’s it kid just breathe.”

When Allen felt the initial shock of cold water on his face, he tried to take his face out of the water, but a firm hand held his burning face under it. He could still breathe, which he was thankful for as he felt the cold water pour around his burning ears and over his forehead, down his eyes. It was a dizzying rush of relief and clarity. When he stopped resisting against the hand holding him under the cold water, he felt it begin to massage the water through his hair. He almost killed that man out there. He was sure that with his rage, he would’ve done anything in his power to kill that man out there. It made his stomach clench in guilt. He let Mana down. He was violent. He was a monster. A sick, gross monster. Allen felt his stomach lurch violently at the taste of blood in his mouth, that man’s blood. The burning rage that boiled deep within him made an exit through his mouth, or at least that’s what Allen thought it was.

Cross wrinkled his nose when Allen proceeding to vomit profusely into the bathtub. It wasn’t Cross’s first-time comforting people vomiting their guts out after a night of drinking. He could stomach it, but it didn’t mean he liked to. If this is what Allen had to do then fuck it, Cross would let him do it. It was almost painful to watch Allen’s body convulse so violently and Cross found that he had to look away a couple of times to keep his own nausea at bay.

It took several long minutes for Allen’s body to settle down and as it came to a calm, Cross slowly warmed the water until it was a comforting warm easing Allen back into a state of calm. The two sat like that for a long time, Cross washing the water through Allen’s hair, pulling him back to reality little by little. Once Cross deemed him calm enough he turned the water off and pulled his head back to rub his head dry with a towel.

Once that was accomplished, Cross picked Allen up and exited the bathroom, sighing when he saw a police car parked outside and the man speaking with said police officer. He looked to Allen and then back outside, hearing a knock at the front of his door.

“Yeah yeah, gimme a minute!” Cross yelled out, walking over to the couch to lay Allen down on it,”Oi…wanna watch some Peter Pan?”

One of things he found out from Allen was that he was a huge fan of Peter Pan. Most times he wasn’t interested in what was playing on the television, but one night Cross set the television to a random ass channel that was child appropriate enough and next thing he knew the brat sat and watched it quite intensely. He didn’t move an inch from that screen and out of pure experimentation, Cross brought up the T.V. guide, intending to turn the channel. The kid whipped his head around with a threatening glare so intense that Cross raised an eyebrow and immediately took the guide off and discarded the remote. He also found that he adored the song Lost Boy by Ruth B after hearing it on the radio and that song came in handy when he needed to calm the kid down. All the kid needed was to have that song sung to him or played to him and he quieted down.

At least it wasn’t Frozen, if Cross had to hear Let It Go one more fucking time…

So yeah, Peter Pan was Allen’s happy place and Cross was glad to indulge Allen in something that children his age liked. So Cross bought the DVD and was surprised to find that Allen did not grow tired of it. He kept watching it over and over and over. It took Cross a good couple of weeks to get Allen to resort to watching it once a week. Anyways, Cross popped in the DVD and let the movie play for the brat as he went outside to talk to the police officer and the man. He trusted Tim to keep Allen content while he was away.

After much heated discussion Cross managed to wheedle Allen out of the predicament, it helps that he was a member of the force himself and the officers up at the station adored Allen. All Cross had to do was pay the man’s hospital bill (even though he really didn’t want to because the fucker was a monster for beating his dog to death, Cross later found out.) for the bite. The man didn’t get away total scot free though. The officer did arrest him for animal abuse which Cross resisted the urge to smirk at. By the time Cross was done talking to the officers, Allen was asleep on the couch with the knuckle of his index finger in his mouth and his other arm draped around Tim who pretended to also sleep.

Cross knew he should talk to Allen about how it was wrong to bite people, no matter how angry you got, and no matter how much they deserved it. It was also wrong to run out into the road in a fit of rage. Cross wasn’t in a hurry though and decided that Allen needed to sleep it all off for the moment. He’d discuss it with him when he was less tired emotionally and he’d play the stupid fucking movie as long as he needed to to make it fucking happen.

~ (Hahaha instead of sleeping I wrote this fucker because I was hit with inspiration and I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it. It’s currently almost 5am here, fucking end me. I hope you liked it though and when I heard Lost Boy all I could think of was Allen. I can see him really loving the film, not just because Captain Hook reminds him of Cross either lol. I think Allen views himself as a lost boy and a weirdo misfit and that’s why he relates to the movie so much and adores it. I also headcanon Cross singing Lost Boy to him during a nightmare or thunderstorm to calm him down and that Allen will sing it to himself when he gets nervous or hum it.)

Enjoy this tiny snippet!

“So, what the fuck do you see in this show? I mean I’m proud of you for finding something you like,
but like what the hell drawn you to this?” Cross asked his brat as he stared at the ending credits rolling across the screen. He didn’t dare talk to Allen while the movie was playing. Not unless the kid threatened to burn him alive with his glare.

“Cuz I like it. I wanna be a lost boy to and live on an island and fight pirates,” Allen responded,
“I wanna be like Peter Pan and not worry about stuff and fly.”

“Yeah but you’d be fighting pirates. Ya gotta worry about swords and walking the plank and stuff.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides you remind me of Captain Hook and you don’t scare me,” Allen responded.

Thanks kid…Cross thought to himself in irritation.

“I’m a helluva lot better than that guy. Who the fuck would that weird ass right hand mate of his be then?”

“Mmm Tiedoll? Maybe Johnny? I dunno who would wanna be your right-hand mate,” Allen responded
honestly, “You don’t need one.”

“What about Tim?”

“Tim is Tinkerbell! He can’t be Smee!”

“Whose Peter Pan then?”

“Lavi!”

“Really? Then whose Wendy?”

“I wanna be Wendy! But also, the fox kid lost boy! I don’t know stop asking weird questions! It doesn’t matter! It’s a movie!”

“Alright alright, touchy. Jeez. You already watched it three times today though, no more. You’ll rot out your brain.”

Allen turned to glare at Cross-

“No glaring either! I’m doing you a service! Did you even get your homework done?”

Cross was met with silence.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Get it done!”

“I don’t want to read!”

“I don’t want to go to work! We gotta do things we don’t want to do!”

“Not if I’m a lost boy. Then I don’t have to do work or grow up!”

(Which D Gray Man character do you guys think would fit which Peter Pan character?)