Chapter 1: Memories

A/N Hi this is my first fanfic so please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated even if it is flames. I would like to know other people's opinions on how I did at writing this. (Look at my profile to know why.)

This begins 3 years after Allen left the order. Oh haven't read those parts yet. SPOILER ALERT! sLATE! OH WELL!

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ANYWAYS! ONTO THE STORY!


Allen was lying in bed at an inn at— well, he didn't really know where he was. Life had been complicated after leaving the order and location was the last thing he cared about when looking for some place to hide from both the order and the Earl. He glanced at the clock hanging on the
off-white colored wall. '4:15 PM great... just great... I really should leave by tonight, but at this rate I'll never have enough energy' he thought. Hell, he had a hard enough time earning enough money to feed the never ending pit that was his stomach. Yes earn, he was far too much of a gentleman to steal, Mana, his step-father had taught him that much. He focused on sleeping because he didn't want to accidentally think about the order and give away anything important to the 14th. Nonetheless, his thoughts continuously drifted back to the time he
spent in the order. And the times spent with Lenalee. He never could forget the person whom he'd left at the ark, crying for him not to leave, the exorcist Lenalee Lee. He knew in his heart that the reason he's left the order was because of her and what Master Cross had said. "What would you do, if I told you that you'd have to kill someone you love, when you become the 14th?" He knew that was directed at Lenalee. Not a single day went by where he didn't remember that memory and the overflowing guilt associated with it. 'Dammit I just hate the fact I made her cry because of me,' Allen thought.

'And why is that?' the 14th's voice rang in Allen's mind.

'Get out of my head!' Having another person's thoughts inside was maddening! Then again wouldn't it be for anyone else?

'Sorry no can do host. Care to finish that last thought?' the 14th
exclaimed cheerfully.

'Get. Out. Of. My. Head. Now.' Allen growled.

'Hmmmm... tempting... since your such a beansprout.' the 14th
chimed out, 'but no!'

Allen concentrated as if it would make the 14th listen more,
'GET OUT!'

'What?' the 14th said clearly displeased.

'Does concentrating shield my thoughts?' Allen wondered.

'...Yes,' the 14th admitted reluctantly.

'Was... was Mana your brother?' Allen asked.

'Yes, and a good one too who unfortunately died far too early,'
the 14th said.

"Mana..." Allen sighed, as a wave of sorrow passed through him.

He sat up on the edge of the bed. Allen was unsure about
everything to do with Mana now. Unsure of whether Mana thought of him
as Nea, unsure of whether Mana actually loved him, essentially unsure
of whether his entire existence before meeting General Cross was
nothing more than a lie.

"Never stop, keep walking," Mana would always say to him.

"Mana, were you even talking to me?" Allen whispered. Before he
knew it tears were cascading down his face, like tiny streams, poured
down the rivulets of his face making their way over the odd red
colored scar that came with the curse Mana gave him. The memory hit
him like a giant wave out at sea crashing on the shore.

Allen sat crying in front of Mana's grave.

"Would you like me to bring your dead daddy back to life,?" the
gravelly yet sing-song like voice of the Millennium Earl rang out.

Back then, filled with so much grief, and having no knowledge of
akuma he did what most would do, and
accepted the Earl's offer.

"MANA!" Allen's voice, filled with desperation rang out through the night.

A purple thread appeared and wrote on the skull of the strange
looking black skeleton. 'Mana.'

"Allen... how could you do this?... How dare you make me an
akuma!," a distorted voice cried from the depths of the skeleton.

"I CURSE YOU, ALLEN WALKER!"

The last thing he saw before his vision went black was the knife like
arm of the akuma slicing towards his face.

He jolted awake from the nightmare letting out a startled cry of alarm.

'When did I even fall asleep?' he wondered. The clock read 4:36 AM. 'I overslept I was supposed to leave earlier.'

He knew any further attempts to sleep were futile so he lay there thinking.

'Mana... the last thing you said... you called me Allen Walker.'
'Did you know it was me after all?
Another flashback:

"Mana was the only one who taught me about living," Allen said.

'Wait, why would Mana teach that to his brother? Maybe he did
know I was a different person.'

"How was I that stupid?"

'I almost threw away everything he'd done for me.'

His grief was interrupted suddenly as a gray spinning disk appeared
over his left eye, an akuma was closing in.


END CHAPTER 1

A/N I WILL NOT BE GIVING UP ON THIS STORY. THERE WILL BE 4 CHAPTERS IN TOTAL.