The Trembling Eyes

Chapter One

Allen Walker had terrible luck, that or just terrible a terrible sense of direction, probably the latter. He had been in search of his dear and only friend Timcampy when he found himself lost in the back streets of Tokyo, Japan. There he had quite literally run into a young teenage boy, roughly the age that Allen himself appeared to be, who was on his way to a job interview.

Please understand that this encounter was by no means Allen's fault. How could he possibly be expected to know that a teen with somewhat navy-blue hair was going to race out of a nearby monastery turn the corner and slam into him? Allen clutched his now sore head trying to stop the world from spinning around him. How had a fifteen-year-old boy managed to knock him off his feet? That was when his stomach growled, and Allen remembered he hadn't eaten in nearly a week. Curse his immortality.

"You hungry?" asked the teenager that knocked him over. "The old man probably has something you can eat inside."

"Oh no, I'm fine, I'll just find the nearest shelter and get something there," Allen said. One of the flaws about the ark was that it didn't have a kitchen. Seriously. Allen had figured that with all the feasting the Noahs had done that a kitchen was sure to be on the ark, no such luck. So Allen had gone without food, as he had no money to buy anything, and no one was about to let someone who looked fifteen years old and didn't have any identification into a bar or casino so that he could make money the only way he knew how.

"You mean like a homeless shelter?"

"Yeah."

"You don't have a home?"

"Nope."

"What about your family?"

"Dead."

"Oh." The teenager paused and then dragged Allen into the monastery to the kitchen where he handed him a plate of leftover omelet rice. "My name is Rin, what's yours?"

"Allen, Allen Walker. It's nice to meet you Rin-san." Allen spoke between rushed mouthfuls of rice and egg. "But weren't you headed somewhere?"

"Oh crap! My interview! I've gotta go, it was nice meeting you Allen!"

At that moment, a second teenager and a man with white hair walked into the kitchen laughing about something Allen didn't hear. "Oh hello, who might you be?"

Allen turned around so that he was facing the pair, stood, and bowed saying, "I'm Allen Walker, Rin-san let me in."

The white-haired man smiled and patted Allen on the back roughly. "The name's Shiro Fujimoto, you can me Father Fujimoto. This is Yukio, he is Rin's younger twin. The two of them are my adopted sons." Allen was reminded of his time with Mana and his face grew somber and sad. "Hey, you okay kid?"

Allen shook his head free of the memories, "Yeah I'm fine, you just reminded me of Mana for a second."

"Who's Mana?" asked Yukio honestly curious.

"He was my adopted father, he died when I was twelve." Allen said.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're fine, it was a long time ago, and I've gotten used to being on my own anyway."

Father Fujimoto took interest in the last part. "You live on your own?"

"Yeah, I just kind of wander everywhere."

"Are you homeless?" Asked Yukio.

"I guess, I mean even with Mana I never stayed in one place long. We traveled the world for his work."

"Well, Allen-kun, you're welcome to stay here as long as you like. Yukio is going off to school soon, but I'm sure Rin would like the company," Father Fujimoto patted Allen's back wearing an even bigger smile, if that were possible.