Well, this story was inspired by the single thought, what would happen if Allen, Kanda and Lavi were involved with the Kira case. It then escalated with plot and back-story and ideas and here we are. XD
This chapter, like a few other future ones, will have a writing style that I'd like to experiment with, so it might come across as a little confusing, but I had a friend read it and she got all the necessary info that I wanted to portray so it shouldn't be too bad. XD Though if there are questions or if a few of you would like to give me your feedback on this chapter in particular, that would be great, if not I hope you enjoyed it anyway and will continue reading it.
IMPORTANT-timeline note, I'll be following the year timeline in the anime, but the days time line that was provided by the wiki. Just a heads up. I will keep a day countdown each chapter, just so I don't lose anyone-or confuse myself XD.
Last note, (this will probably be my longest AN, I'll try to keep my comments in future chapters till the end and keep them brief.) I haven't completely decided the pairing for this story, I keep going back and forth between two, so if you don't mind reviewing your choice or participating in the poll-I'll have the choices at the end of the chapter, that would be great in helping me decide guys. A vote in the poll and a review will be counted as two seperate reviews.
Without further ado, the story.
November 23, 2008-Japan
There were too many people; he felt claustrophobic. He had to get away. Maybe if he managed to find a place completely void of people, this wouldn't be happening; he wouldn't be living his worst nightmare. But that was too much to ask. The people around him seemed to move ever closer. When he pushed one away, another bumped into his side. If he dodged one, he ran another over. And they wouldn't keep their irritation at him quiet either. Why did it have to seem like they were yelling?
Too many bodies, too many people, too many eyes.
Have you missed me, Neah?
He clawed at his hair, not caring if he pulled it all out.
Someone touched him, stopped him. They were talking-so loud-acting as if they cared. They didn't care. No one cared about him, not since his mother died, not since Mana disappeared, not since he had to kill his father with his own hand. He pushed the person away with enough force, to discourage the person to continue after him, to continue caring. No one cared.
He wasn't followed as he continued to run. He had been running for what felt like an eternity and yet a path wasn't cleared for him. Were humans truly so dense? He needed them out of his way. He couldn't let that man find him again. That man was supposed to be dead.
Why do you run, Neah? You're family. Don't you want to be reunited with your family?
He shook his head. He couldn't stop now. He had to keep going, lest he was caught up to. He couldn't let that happen. He wasn't ready for it. He was never supposed to deal with this situation again. He just had to ignore the voice and keep walking-running-and find solace alone so he could prepare himself, to collect himself...to make sure he still was himself.
Loud sirens added to the angry voices. Someone called the police on him. Did he care? ...Would the police give him his desperately needed space? No. He would run from them too if he had to.
His vision was leaving him. Colours were blurring together. Was he even standing straight? He swore that he was running at an angle.
His chest was heaving, breathing was becoming difficult but he couldn't let that stop him. He had to keep running.
He tumbled to the side. He tried to stop it.
Neah. Melancholy, why did that man pretend that this effected him?
He didn't hit the floor right away. His shoulder made sharp contact with a wall and the wall gave way; he collapsed to the ground.
His limbs were shaking. He had to stand again, he had to keep running. Why wasn't his body listening to him? Why was it aching? His left arm was twitching painfully. Wasn't Allen supposed to keep the Innocence docile?
People were around him again. He didn't like it, he couldn't breathe. Why did humans have to be too curious for their own good? He tried to get up again, and succeeded, mostly. His left arm was having a hard time responding, feeling stiff and unresponsive and there were people trying to convince him to stay down, some saying he was a lunatic, causing a ruckus and others were convinced he was injured and needed help. None of them understood, he needed to get away.
Why hadn't he simply stayed in the ark?
His forehead ached. It wasn't nearly as bad as when his Noah had awoken in Allen's body, but it was painful enough for him to take notice. It had to be that blasted Innocence. He should have simply destroyed it when he had the chance, Allen Walker be damned.
He frowned. No, he didn't mean that. He owed Allen Walker a lot, and as loath as he was to admit it, the Innocence known as Crown Clown had saved his life on more than one occasion, just as his Noah genes had saved Allen. Not to mention all the times Allen had saved his ass and after all this time, he couldn't destroy the Innocence and Allen with it. They shared a mind, heart and body. It was a connection they could no longer break. It was a connection that no longer had a line in which they could differentiate the difference between the two of them.
He pushed the humans away. They were over crowding him. Why did they have to group together like moths to a light?
He was pretty sure he voiced his irritation, his unwillingness to comply to their demands. They didn't understand what he was going through and they never would.
We understand you Neah. I understand you. Comfort. That man didn't know the true definition of the word, and it sickened him that he tried and could almost pull it off. But he knew better. He wouldn't fall for those false promises again. He made his own way; alone.
No, not alone. There were others. He had to find them. But how, after so many years of neglect?
Damn it, he needed to get off this floor. At the very least, he had to get walking again. He. Couldn't. Stop.
His vision still blurred and the colours seemed too bright, and the noises too loud. Did he smell cake? Strawberries? No, damn it. He couldn't let his body recognize it was hungry-forever hungry-he had to get away, he was getting closer to being caught every moment he wasted standing still.
He was standing.
His body wanted to collapse again.
His stomach growled. ...How long had it been since he had last eaten? Too long probably, but he didn't have the time now.
He was being spoken to. He was pretty sure he flicked them off.
Where was the exit? The four walls that were encircling him in no way helped his claustrophobia and the damned people enclosed within them weren't helping either.
He had fallen to the right. The door had to be that way, he was sure. If he just kept in a straight line, perhaps he would find it and he could keep going. Hands stopped him, arms stopped him, voices tried to stop him.
"Pathetic." He snarled at the white dressed man before him. He didn't like that white. It reminded Allen of the scientists, the ones Komui had no control over.
...He was Allen...wasn't he?
"I don't need your help. Let go of me before I rip your God damned hand from your body." A human wrist was clenched in his right hand. He took a moment to ponder the feeling of the frail bones in his grasp. All it would take was a little...more...pressure.
"Oi, Moyashi."
He tensed, his attention drawn to the voice behind the human and in doing so, clenched his hands into fists. A scream broke through the endless yelling and chatter. A dangerous part of his mind reveled in the human's agony. What would it feel like, to snap the rest of the bones, simply travel along the body and snap each one, much like he was popping the bubbles of bubble wrap? He was sure it would be much more satisfying to hear human screams, begging and pleading accompanying each snap, unlike the simple pop of bubble wrap.
He didn't recognize the feeling of the human's forearm in his grasp until a calloused hand grabbed his own wrist.
"Moyashi."
His mind cleared slightly. He knew that voice and he liked the owner of that voice...most of the time. He liked it enough to trust it with his life. As his mind cleared, so did his vision. Colours grew sharp, forming pictures of people and objects and a room. The first thing his mind registered was that midnight black hair, hung in a ponytail that brought him a sense of peace. It was familiar. The face was next, and though it was pulled into a scowl, he much rather wanted to focus on the eyes, the eyes that were bleeding worry and compassion. He would never mention such feelings in those eyes to the owner. He would merely be yelled at, and the feelings would be dulled, an attempt to conceal them. He couldn't let that happen. He lived for those emotions, emotions he feared he could no longer feel.
"That, is not my name."
"That is who you are." He froze, biting back a gasp as his chest felt a little less heavy and his surroundings a little sharper to his senses.
"Why did you interrupt?" How did you find me? He would much rather ask that, but he knew he wouldn't get the words passed his lips.
"You can't go anywhere without causing problems. Stop being a drama queen."
"It's not my fault they're pests."
The other's hand tightened around his wrist, then tugged, pulling his grip on the human's arm free. The human instantly turned to the police, to demand the nutter get taken in. He had to control himself from jumping on the human and follow through with his plan to break each and every one of his bones slowly.
His pathway was blocked by those dark grey eyes, and the sadistic thoughts faded to a manageable state.
Neah, why do you protect them? Why do you allow yourself to be controlled by them?
His lip curled and he tried to tug his wrist free. They were closer, the voice was louder. The grip on his wrist didn't alleviate. Fingers grabbed his chin none too gently, forcing him to look into those now hard grey eyes.
"What are you hearing?"
He shook his head. He couldn't tell. If he spoke it out loud, he knew he couldn't convince himself it was all happening in his head. If he spoke it aloud, it meant it was actually happening. No. He had to keep moving, running, forwards. He had to keep the distance between himself and them.
"It's not an immediate danger to you. You have the time to tell me what the hell you're hearing."
He was wrong. They were an immediate danger to him. They were after him. They weren't going to forgive, despite the false sense of security they were trying to coax him into. While the other-his rock-thought it was simply something that was happening farther off, he knew the other was wrong. If he was hearing them in his head, they had power. They were forcing him into a living nightmare.
"There is no time."
The grey eyes pulled away from his as they turned to focus on the people behind him. The police were demanding that the other allow him to go with them. He wouldn't go with the police. He would be easy picking for them then.
"Shut your damn mouth, he's going no where. I don't care if it's 'your job,' he doesn't need to be locked up behind bars." The other gave a curt laugh. "I'd like to see you try and take me in as well."
The police grumbled and a few of the lower status lackeys started on the other. The hand on his chin disappeared to opt for remaining at the ready to activate his Innocence.
"Stand down."
He knew that voice too, though at the moment, he wanted to be away from the gaze of the owner of it. Unlike the grey eyed one who stood before him, with the two simple words, he knew the second was even less empathetic to him. Unlike the grey eyed one, not even his eyes would betray his emotions and the last thing he wanted was to be under that calculating gaze.
"You will listen to me because those two men are with the Clan of Bookman. They aren't of your concern." A green eye went in and out of his view, as the red headed man whom owned it fought passed the group of police officers encircling them. He hesitantly followed the eye, finding each time it came into his view, settled on him, the ice covering it melted slightly.
The chief must have ordered the men to stand down, for weapons that could hardly do him any damaged were lowered and the circle around them thinned. Outraged cries of the citizens watching were palpable, and he found himself becoming enraged with the lot of them. No one cared when he first started running from that man. He should snap each of their necks now. The world would hardly mourn for their loss. He sure as hell wouldn't. Good riddance.
"Yo Allen!" The green eyed one called out, pulling his attention away from the disgusting sub-humans and stood beside the other, each of them taking up the area of his vision and this made him antsy. That man could walk through the front doors at any moment and he wouldn't be able to see him until it was too late and he couldn't have that. He had to protect the one with grey eyes and the one with a green. That would be unforgivable if something happened to them. They were his family. The green eye one looked at his expression and within seconds he corrected himself. "No, not completely Allen, huh?" He leaned in closer, lowering his voice so the officers around them wouldn't hear. "No violence or murder on the menu today, ya?"
"Stop acting stupid, usagi." Though a glance was thrown over a shoulder at him, in a silent agreement with the no violence rule. "Moyashi's claiming we're running out of time."
Time. There seemed to be a decreasingly small amount of it lately and it drove him crazy. He couldn't lose time, it couldn't be taken from him. He had to give it and he had given all that he could give, would give. That's why he had to keep running. That man would demand time from him and attempt to take it. He couldn't lose his time and destroy the others' at the same time. He had to protect them.
Something in his chest pulled. Damn they were closer. He should be running, gaining distance, distracting them from the ones he was trying to protect. He didn't have time to stand here. He should have been running a long time ago.
"Oi, Moyashi." That hand clenched tighter around his wrist, keeping it from moving...shaking. Damn, he really needed to get going.
"Now. We have to leave now. They're here."
Red eyebrows furrowed and a black one rose.
"Who would be after you? Hey, calm down."
Of course they wouldn't understand either. They saw him die as well. They wouldn't believe that he would be able to come back. He wouldn't either, if he hadn't felt it and could feel it now.
A police officer was trying to offer his help. Were those men bipolar? After his neck one minute, trying to help it another. Not that they would do anything substantial. They would only die. And if they truly wished to help, he wouldn't waste them like that. Some of those civilians glaring at him and the few that were praying...they could help as much as they wanted.
His head suddenly snapped to the side, and his cheek began to sting. He immediately turned his glare forwards, and met those hard grey eyes again.
"Don't hit me."
"I thought you had better control on your inner sadist, Moyashi-chan," the red head answered instead, a slight grin in his voice and glint in his eye.
He glared. He was in no mood to deal with that one 's humour.
"Alright," the red haired one sighed. "Let's get you out of here and deal with this time issue then, ya?"
Out. Yes that was what he needed, to keep going forward and not let them catch up to him, to keep them away from the others...
A gear wound, two curses were uttered and one heart fell.
Too late.
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1) KandaxLavixAllen
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