/Prologue: The Beginning of the Beginning/

Allen was a refined young man. He could say that he was a gentleman. A lady's man.

But that was when he was outside his house. No one knew what he was really like other than Mana. Why didn't they?

For one, he had white hair even though he was only 14, and for second, his face had this scar which made him look like he had just survived an attack from a mob of thugs. And not many people wanted to be involved with one like such.

But he was just a gentleman.

One afternoon after school, when he was strolling down the streets happily, for he had an uneventful day, when suddenly, a gang of Yankees appeared in his path.

They were quite boisterous and loud and they were in his way. He had no idea how he was to go through them without being noticed.

He stopped a few meters away from them, and paid little attention to what they were doing.

Now, getting involved with Yankees was just as bad as getting involved with someone with white hair and a scar at his school. So he tried to avoid it as much as he could.

And just what a surprise that he always seemed to fail at doing that.

The tallest one in the gang ahead of him turned and nudged his buddy, throwing a slicing glare at Allen as his footsteps approached. The expression on the yankee's terrorising face was priceless…

But that wasn't what got Allen's legs shaking and going all funny. It was the way how the other heads turned robotically yet silently, how they would've been perhaps awarded the best routine in synchronisation, if they had attended the Olympic Games…

And Allen was just so nice to leave that thought in his head.

Maybe he should've ran, and go home by using another route, and just leave the gang to what they were doing before he interrupted their sacred act… But that still didn't stop his eyes from wandering to the body which lay beneath that tall guy's gigantic, massive feet.

A body whose he knew pretty well...

"Daisya!" Allen choked. His mouth betrayed him. His legs betrayed him. They headed for the body almost automatically, leaving no time for his mind to comprehend the situation that he was unfolding.

For one, his approach towards the gang wasn't gentleman-like and for second, the heads all had imitating smirks and looks of gameness as if a white delicious looking puppy had just walked into a pack of hungry hyenas, wanting to get its sorry white ass bitten.

Allen didn't care.

That fact won't stop him this time.

"GET THAT FAT FOOT OF YOURS OFF OF HIM, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!" Allen yelled, his heart was racing, he could feel his face going red, but he didn't have a choice now, did he? He stepped forward with one of his lady-like legs. They were thin, white and absolutely hairless.

Something a man would never be proud of.

Either he was to abandon his only best and childhood friend when they've been through so much; the times when they were stripped when they pissed off a gang of sempais only a few months ago, the time when they were performing their group act in front of a class audience which ended in utter disaster with people dragging them off the stage for Allen's poor singing abilities and this time they got themselves in even bigger trouble...

You see, Yankees are a bit like delinquents that have gone bad-bad. Someone like a gangster except younger, fresher, stronger, badder, meaner, crueler, stronger with none the less, the same amount of experience in beating up kids and brats like him.

"Whatever! Go scram back to your mommy now, you fucking short stack!" The leader proclaimed loudly. His frizzy and bushy hair bounced up and down as he shook with horrid laughter.

Seeing this, his underlings followed suit, laughing loudly, but making sure that they never laughed louder than their boss.

Allen took a mental note of the huge mouth the so called 'boss' had. Who gives a shit about manners now?

"G-Get off of my friend!" Allen marched up to them with stiff shoulders that sank with every step. Being undergrown at his age, he merely reached the guy's chest when he reached them.

Daisya turned his head a little so that he saw Allen. His eyes widened.

"B-Baka! Allen?" He yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Run! Hurr-"

"Shut up! Stop ruining our fun, dip shit!" The boss slammed his foot back down onto Daisya's back, getting a loud groan of pain from under his foot.

Daisya was given a kick across the top of his head knocking him out unconscious.

Allen clenched his fist.

"Let go of him." He stated firmly. He made sure his bottom lip didn't tremble when he said it. He really wanted to cry.

Because he really wasn't a gentleman.

The boss smirked smugly.

"Make me."

Allen leaned back and threw a punch at the man's chest with his left hand immediately. It must've been reflex from all the previous fights for the older male to dodge so perfectly that it almost seemed as if he never moved at all.

Allen gulped and bit his lip as his mind was filled with dread.

He was never good at boxing, nor was he good at fighting.

So he had no idea how he was going to win.

"Hah!"

He threw another punch which was blocked with a calm palm. He gulped again and winced as he was punched in the gut harshly. And almost as if it were a reflex, he curled and balled up, fighting to hold back his rising nausea.

"You're just a weakling after all." The older male growled disapprovingly. He gestured to his gang. "Search him."

Horror spread over his body.

'Searching' was to look for money and any valuables that they could mug off of him.

But guess what? He didn't have anything to mug other than that picture of someone he really liked in his breast pocket. That was the only thing that he could call precious in that bag full of junk.

"Aww man… This chibi only had bloody 500 yen in his wallet! What a cheapo!" He heard one of the men say.

Allen couldn't see. His eyes were shut tight.

"What do we do boss?" He heard another person say as if he had rehearsed his lines for this moment.

"500 yen?" The dominant boss repeated. "That's not even enough to pay the fees for being weak! Men, strip him then toss him by the river."

He let out a loud and ludicrous laugh that crackled like a slapping whip.

"YES BOSS!" His men answered eagerly. The stripping bit was probably what the men were all looking towards.

Allen had no idea why these men would be so enthusiastic in stripping another man. If he was a girl, then yes, he would understand, cause even for a girl with low appearance standards, stripping her was announced as rape and rape was considered an honourable act in the Yankee and Gangster world.

But too bad, cause he just wasn't one.

No matter how bad he looked, he was still a man.

"Don't touch me!" Allen cried out hoarsely. He knelt and looked around frantically for an adult on the street who he could call out to for help.

It was bad luck that he couldn't find any.

"Don't worry… Hahaha… We're going to treat you nicely… Very, very nicely…" One of the men smirked. He opened his hands and held them in front of his body, ready to make the first move.

"You're such a cutie, it was bad luck for you to be born a man, otherwise I could've just fucked you up the moment you stepped in my territory… We could have so much fun..." Another muttered with a husky voice.

Allen blushed and crawled backwards, away from these hungry men like a live prey running from starving predators.

"D-Don't…" He cried out. His voice had cracked. Tears started to well at the corners of his eyes. "Please don't…"

He really didn't want to be humiliated again, especially in public.

It was his fault for getting his petty ass in this mess. His fault for acting like a gentleman.

Just why didn't he run when Daisya told him to?

Just why didn't he run when he came across these men in the first place?

"Let's do it." The boy at the front with short brown hair announced. The boss leaned against a wall and watched with a critical and look of anticipation on his face.

Allen's vision was blocked off by a herd of men jumping at him.

"Get off me!" Allen scrambled onto his feet and stumbled a few steps before he was pulled and pinned back onto the ground by big hands- a load of them.

He blushed even more when these hands started to wander across his body, searching for zippers, buttons and hems to tear off his little clothing in the hot weather.

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Ow! You're stepping on my hand!"

"Stop it! Please!"

"Hey! I'll do that!"

"No I will!"

"Stop…"

"What the-?"

"Hey! That's my shirt you're tearing!"

"It's too crowded!"

"I cant see!"

"What's this?"

"That's my head you motherfucker!"

"You're the motherfucker!"

"I can't see my hands!"

"Get out of my face!"

"Who pinched my butt?"

"...Everybody off!"

"The fuck?"

"It was YOU!"

"Take that!"

"-y off…"

"And that!"

"GET A GRIP YOU IDIOTS!"

The swarm of strippers stopped and froze in mid action at the outburst of their boss's voice. The puffs of smoke surrounding the crowd dispersed and revealed the lump of human flesh and Yankees, towering over each other like a gigantic knot.

The boss sighed heavily. The others looked around and their looks of surprise and shock turned to one of anger and rage.

"Where is that snowflake kid?" The one in the middle of the knot managed to say.

"The heck will I know? One of them howled in frustration.

"Where's that other kid gone?" gasped the one on the bottom.

"Hey! They're both gone!" Another cried out angrily.

"They ran away while you were being idiots, men!" The boss growled lowly, nearly too low for anyone of his idiotic and brainless men to hear.

"Are you alright, Allen?" Daisya asked feebly. He laid on the sofa of the Walkers' house and Allen sat on an armchair opposite it, huffing and catching his breath from his run.

The only thing Allen was probably good at in terms of a fight was running away.

He should thank the mob for pouncing at him in one go and blocking the view from the leader, so that he could escape while there was another problem going on.

"I'm... not too bad, you?" Allen wheezed. "You seem pretty roughed up."

"You think? I feel as if I've been stuffed by some giant! My back kills like hell and I think they've broken something… Those creeps were from our school and they freaking stormed up to me as I was walking home and when I refused to give them what they wanted they beat me up!" Daisya said, his voice straining to stay calm. "God, I want to move schools!"

"You're right, Daisya…" Another male's voice appeared from behind the door.

"Mana! You're back!" Allen beamed. He ran up to his father and jumped into his arms despite his injuries, so that he could be spun around in the air. He giggled childishly and hugged his father's waist, humming a happy tune as he did so.

This was the side Allen never got the chance to show many people.

Daisya, being Allen's best friend has known this and mistaken Allen for a girl upon their first meeting. Allen had a fetish for people with reddish brown hair and had once tried dying his own to match his father's. It had worked and had made him look like a brunette, till he had to wash it off after a messy soccer game at school.

"You can move schools, the both of you." said Mana, nodding his head in approval to Daisya's complaint. "I can get that sorted."

"Why?" Allen asked quickly.

"We can?" Daisya cracked a smile. This was probably the best news he had heard, by far today. "Where to though? Have you talked to my parents?"

"Yes, I have. You'll both be going to the same school." Mana said cheerfully, "It's a boarding school."

Allen frowned and bit his lip.

"B-Boarding school where?" He asked, he had a school in mind that he wanted to go to.

"It's in Japan and it's directed by an English Earl." Mana continued, " By one of my friends as well. But I don't know if you'd want to go there…"

"Aw man, sick! In Japan?" Daisya whooped and laughed. It was his dream to go to Japan and start his career as a star in soccer and to make it to world cup. This was going to be one of the biggest steps in his life. "Hell yeah, baby!"

"W-will Lavi be there?" Allen stammered, too excited to get his words out properly.

Daisya groaned unhappily and received a jab in the side from Allen's sharp elbow as a warning. He smiled sheepishly at Allen's narrowed eyes.

"Will he Mana?"

Mana thought for a while, scratching his chin and stroking his side burns. His mouth curved up into smile.

"That person who you liked since you were little?"

"Yes! That person! Will he be there?"

"Hmm… I don't know actually… I saw a glimpse of something in the school register, a name starting with L, A…" Mana sucked on his bottom lip and smiled. "Do you still want to go even if you can't find the person you're looking for? You'll be starting school in a week after you fly there tonight."

"What? What about my back?" Daisya protested, in shock that he was going to have to play soccer in such a condition.

"You'll be starting a few weeks back into the term, just worry about your health, not your soccer games at the moment, kid." Mana reassured. He looked at Allen again. "Will you still go even if you can't find what you're looking for?"

Allen looked at the ground and clenched his fist.

If he were to lose sight of what he had been searching for years and years, he'd hate himself for a lifetime. This wasn't a chance to miss. This was an opportunity. A new life away from those Yankees.

He raised his head.

"Yes!"

This was just a fanfic I found in my old USB, and thought that I should post it up. I've only written about five chapters plus I don't think I remember the original plotline.

But still, tell me what you think of it!

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