28A/N: I am. Linderp. I am meat, the embodiment of good-lookin', good-quality beef. I am already cooked, so you should not flame me, unless you want your next steak to be charred. THIS ISSA ME NUMERO UNO FANFIC!
And now for the disclaimahaha.
Allen: (arguing with Tyki) -and dango is not to be wasted on your stinkin' teez! Oh, hold on. DGM belongs to Katsura Hoshino, and Akame Ga Kill belongs to...someone. It's still considered giving credit. (resumes argument)
Tatsumi: Special thanks to gimmemango-sama for helping me publish, and thanks to marshmallowfeminist674-san for contributing to original story concept!
Shiro: FYI, this story is set after Bulat and Scheele were killed. Also, in this story it's slightly AU...the perverted avocado haired guy doesn't exist. I think his name was, um, Lubbock? And it branches out from canon plot... Anyhow.
On with the story!
"I will send you to another world, Allen. I will do it soon. And I ask that you help them with their cause. To overthrow an unjust and corrupt government, that continuously sows restlessness and sin among the citizens."
Allen blinked and opened his eyes. The Ark had just contacted him.
Allen was now 108 years old, but didn't look a day older than fourteen, thanks to his Noah genes.
After the war with the Earl, he had taken to exploring the ark, marking the destinations of its many doors and corridors. The rest of the remaining Noahs - that is to say, Wisely, Tyki, and Rhode - and Kanda, just trained, ate, or entertained themselves in the main rooms of the Ark. Neah did his own stuff in the piano room. They had split into separate bodies after Allen had joined the Black Ark and the White Ark together.
The group had gotten used to Allen disappearing for months at a time, usually whenever he did something Allen-like. Such as tripping and falling into one portal or another. Or going away on purpose after he ate all of Kanda's soba and wanted to escape Yuu's wrath.
Lavi, the majority of the Noahs, and all of the exorcists aside from Allen and Kanda had perished in the last battle. The survivors missed them sorely.
They didn't miss one, though... A certain wielder of Dark Boots.
Lenalee had gone over to the Earl's side for reasons unknown. Allen had killed her himself.
Now, this was what Allen was currently thinking of. This is what caused him to fall over, faceplant on the nearest door (marked 53) and go straight through it to another dimension.
This is Allen currently.
After one hundred years of this happening, you'd think that I'd learn better by now, Allen mused nonchalantly as he picked his way delicately through the bushes surrounding the area he had landed on.
But then again, the Ark is a fickle little beast who does anything it wants. It planned this. I wonder how am I supposed to... overthrow a government? Wait, what?
Unfortunately, the door had disappeared as soon as he had landed with a rough whump in the middle of some forest.
As the whitette stepped past another ring of birch trees, he came upon a building.
"Night Raid" was emblazoned on a dark, formidable square building right smack-dab in the middle of an open clearing.
"Well, they're not trying to be inconspicuous. I guess I'll ask them for directions. And food, and local history, and maybe some currency." he mumbled doubtfully to himself, stepping towards the front door.
He rapped his knuckles on the door, which was opened very quickly.
Allen found himself being stared down by:
A snarling cat-woman-hybrid-something. Brandishing claws.
An armor-man-with-cape. Looking as if he would gladly crush Allen any time.
A white-haired-cyborg-eyepatch-miss. Smoking like Marian Cross and giving him a death look.
A black-haired-mini-female-Kanda. The katana just added to the resemblance.
A small blonde with a very, very, very big gun. She was growling, "Fire em' up, Pumpkin."
Ehh?! What the bloody hell is happening!?
"Who are you? A spy?" Cat Woman hissed.
"Wha-a-at!? N-no! I just wanted some help, a-and could you please stop pointing your weapons at me!?" Allen stammered, looking cross eyed at the katana being held a mere centimeter away from his forehead. Mistress Kanda glared at him.
The last thing Allen heard was the Woman Cross speaking to Quite-Buff Armor Dude and Angry Gun Midget, "Mine, you knock him out. Tatsumi, you bring him in."
Najenda squinted at the suspicious intruder tied up to the couch as Akame chewed on some pork. Tatsumi's head was currently being… suffocated by Leone's… rather generous assets as Mine tried in vain to tug her away.
"Ur-rk… Did Road make me drunk again?" slurred the captive, who was still half-unconscious.
Najenda, who was a bit cranky that day, shot out her grappler arm and slapped the prisoner.
"Uwah!?"
"Name, rank, occupation, origin, gender. Who's Road?" She demanded as the others stopped their antics.
"Anh… but you just… My name is Allen Walker, I don't have an occupation as of right now, I'm human and that's my origin, and. I'm male, alright? And Road's my, sigh, girlfriend of a sorts. Why did you capture me? Who are you?"
"You found our headquarters," Mine put in, scowling and crossing her arms, "And nobody is supposed to find our headquarters."
(At this point, Allen would have sweatdropped. But something that manga-ish would never happen.) So Allen thought, But their headquarters is almost as intimidating as the Black Order was… I think they'd be discovered by people by now…