Title: Memories Never Forgotten.

Pairing: Yullen. AllenxLenalee

Summary:

After long years of battle, the war was finally over. The Millennium Earl was dead, and the Noah clan had disappeared mysteriously. Lenalee had disappeared, and Allen waited by the gates, strongly believed that she would return one day, but as the days went by, he realised that things started to change between him and Kanda. Yullen. AllenxLenalee.

I do not own DGM D:

And sorry for the wrong usage of grammar and vocabulary DDD: correct me if there are any mistakes.

Chapter 1: It begins

The war that had last over decades and generations was finally over. The Millennium Earl was pronounced dead, and his city was destroyed. No akumas were sighted after the last battle, assumed that they were all eliminated. The Noah family had disappeared mysteriously into the air, like they had never existed in this world at all. All that remained was many corpses that the Black Order had to dispose.

The Black Organisation had suffered heavy casualties. Many Finders and Exorcists had died, 300 of them in total. Most bodies were burnt beyond recognition, and some could not be found. The headquarters were filled with families and relatives whose family member had joined the Black Order and perished in this battle. Now that the Earl was gone, the threat of turning them into akumas dropped to the minimum and Komui wanted them to see their family members once more before their bodies were cremated.

One of the Exorcists who was alive was none other than Allen Walker, who was also the one that killed the Millennium Earl by his own hands. Also known as the 'Time of Destroyer', who would be the one defeating the Earl in the end, Allen fulfilled the prophecy and ended this war. He should have died from the heavy strain on his Innocence and the one that lived on the other side of his world- the Musician, but the Noah decided to lend a hand and help them win this war. Thanks to the Fourteenth, Allen escaped his death, living on till today.

As he walked along the corridor, muffled cries and screams of anguish was heard everywhere, entering his ears. Many were hugging one another, grieving over their loved ones who were dead. Allen avoided looking at them and tried to focus straight on where he was going, but his heart wrenched greatly. He could not believe that this war, which started with an Innocence Cube and the Millennium Earl, could cause so many people dead. It hurt him so much as he could understand how they felt right now. This was how he felt when Mana had died, and when he turned Mana into an akuma by himself. This feeling was so great that he could feel his whole body splitting into two.

"Are you alright, Walker?" Allen turned to Link who was behind him. The secretary of that inspector had been following him since they returned from the battle in Edo. At that time, the Vatican had suspected him of being a betrayer, siding with the Fourteenth inside him and sent Howard Link to keep an eye on him. In the earlier days he hated moments, being spied and stared at every second. Everything he did was being recorded down. He had no privacy at all, like a bird that was trapped inside a cage. Everyday he had to live in fear, worrying on what the Vatican would deal with him and when the Fourteenth would be fully awaken and claimed this body as his own.

"I'm okay, Link." Allen spoke, not turning back to look at the other. But then, those days living in fear was over. He accepted the Fourteenth as part of him, and he was used to the older teen following behind him. Link just stared at Allen for a moment before he shrugged and averted his gaze elsewhere. The two of them walked round a bend before Allen stopped by a door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and went in.

"Allen-kun, we have been waiting...for you." Allen nodded his head as three adults were present there. One was the supervisor of the headquarters, Komui Lee. Another was his secretary/right-hand man Reever Wenham and last but not least, Leverrier sitting on the couch. Allen cringed slightly at the presence of the inspector but none the less bowed down and sat down beside the adults. Komui sat up straight as he adjusted his glasses, taking a document in his hands.

"Go on, Komui Supervisor." Leverrier grunted impatiently. Allen then realised that he was gripping on to the sofa rather tightly, anxious on the news the Supervisor was going to deliver to him. The main purpose of meeting Komui was to affirm his worst suspicions on someone.

Someone that was very important to him.

"Allen-kun." Komui paused for a while as he cleared his throat. Then, rather reluctantly to speak, Komui continued, "Allen-kun, please...please don't be shocked when you hear this." Allen's heart skipped a beat as he could hear Komui's voice quavering very clearly. He could feel his stomach squeezing rather tightly, making him a little nauseous.

"What is it?" He tried to sound cool and calm, but the truth was, he was trying to control himself from crying. He had a bad feeling that it was affirmed.

"Lenalee has...disappeared."

Kanda Yuu peered at the flower in the hourglass resting at the corner of his room, shimmering in the darkness. The flower seemed to have shrunk and many petals had fallen. He did not know how many, just...this many. The light energy of the lotus was obviously dimming as he had used up quite an amount of powers just to defeat that Noah with the dark curls, known as Tyki Mikk. Damn, he just hated that curved wide grin spreading on his face. It just annoyed him greatly.

Kanda let out a soft snort as he turned to look at the sword that had accompanied him through the years as an Exorcist. Mugen, which also meant 'illusion', was his anti-akuma katana weapon. His Innocence was indirectly linked to the powers of the Lotus. In other words, it fed itself with the energy held inside the flower that was within him. The black curse had spread itself all over his chest and his shoulders with its black markings. At the corner of his eyes, there were already visible black lines, and he looked like a monster on the outside.

He was a monster to begin with anyway. This curse would not hold much longer and the beast that was locked inside him would be awakened once more. By that time, he would not be 'Kanda' anymore but another murderer that just killed people through like a piece of cake.

Like how he snapped and killed his whole clan in the village, having the urge to kill more to satisfy his bloody hunger of hatred in this world. Though he could not remember any times when he had changed, but he was sure that his hands were stained with blood of many innocents that he encountered. No matter how he cleaned his hands with water and soap, they would be filthy and stained forever.

At that time, someone came into his life and stopped his endless kill by placing a seal within his body, repressing the hunger generated inside him. When that beast was out, he was living in confusion, not knowing where he was and where he should go. His head hurt terribly and he wandered in the empty darkness endlessly. The only memory that he could remember was that he was lying on the ground in front of that person, his hand stained with blood and a sword clasped in his hands.

At that time, he knew that he had lost control of himself again.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Till now he could not figure out why that person did not kill him right on the spot. Such a merciless and ruthless person should not have the right to live anymore, yet he let him go and left him a sentence.

"It's destined that we will meet, and I'm sure that we will meet again, Kanda Yuu."

At a barren land, a teenager stood there, feeling the warm breeze brushing past his face. His red scarf wrapping around his neck fluttered in the wind as he let out a loud sigh, peering at the sky. The red-haired teen had obviously grown quite a lot after the battle and the long red strands were over his shoulders. He peered at the research that he was supposed to find out and groaned softly, knowing that it would be a long day today.

His master, Bookman, had disappeared. Even he did not know where that old panda gramps had gone to. Maybe he was doing his duty as a member of a Bookman clan somewhere.

Well, he was one too in the first place. Now, he had come out, his identity known as 'Bookman'. He had forsaken his 49th name, which was nothing but an alias that marked his previous life in the Black Order. 'Lavi' had ceased to exist since the war ended, and he had abandoned his past to start a new life outside, continuing his journey as a 'Bookman'. Bookman did not need to have a heart or emotions. They were simply members that recorded important histories and events that happened in life; an outsider viewing the tragedies happening in this world.

He trembled a little as a cold gush of wind blew past. His hand gripped onto something and he realised that it was a small black hammer, which was known as 'Innocence', a crystal matter that he used to defeat the enemies that he had met when he was known as 'Lavi'. Memories came back to him once more and he could not help but smiled. It was one of his happy experiences being a Bookman at that time, having to know many friends and fighting together.

But that was in a past. 'Lavi' was not here anymore. It was history.

"Che, why am I thinking of this?" Lavi muttered as dust was swept up, swirling in the air together with the gust of wind. Lavi picked up the briefcase and stepped into the swirling winds.

Allen did not know how to react at this news. He just sat there, speechless, with a blank expression shown on his face. Komui looked at Allen worriedly when the boy just stared into space after hearing this news instead of having any reactions to the olive-haired girl's disappearance. It must have shocked him so much that the British teen did not know how to response to this. Thinking of his only kin having no news on her whereabouts gripped him as Komui started to break down once again, in the arms of his secretary Reever, who was consoling him. Leverrier just sat there with his eyes closed, nonchalant on this.

"Walker?" Everyone turned to stare at Allen who stood up suddenly.

"I...go out for a breather." Before anyone could say a word, Allen headed for the door and walked out of the room hastily, with Link following him behind.

Footsteps echoed across the room as Allen continued to walk on and on, not seeing what's ahead. He did not care whether he had bumped into anyone. He did not care the cries of Howard Link who was calling out to him. He just wanted to be alone, to be alone and register what Komui had said just now.

"Lenalee has...disappeared."

"How...Why...Lenalee..." Allen could not find suitable words to describe what he was feeling now. It was so confusing. Everything just jumbled up in his mind and he could not think properly. The white-haired teen then bumped into someone as the person's stuffs fell onto the ground. He mumbled an apology as he helped to collect his stuffs up and return them to him before he continued on his way, ignoring that person who just wanted to thank him personally. The pace turned into a run as Allen ran to the garden and sat down on a large patch of grass, staring at the light-blue sky.

His chest was heavy and tight that he was suffocating, and he was feeling so miserable that he wanted to cry, but tears just could not come out and the pain was trapped inside him, making him very unbearable. His hands touched the soft young grass sprouts as his eyes widened, remembering something.

This was the place where he and Lenalee came often. This girl loved flowers and greenery and she said that when the war was over, she would plant new seeds to the garden to add new life and colours to it. She said that everything that she had met was part of her world pieced together. Without them, she would not exist at all. Allen even remembered that he would always accompany her here to water the plants for that Supervisor who was tired and lazy to move his butt here and water himself.

He slammed his fist onto the grass. Damn, to think that he had forgotten the days here with Lenalee! Here was the only place where he and Lenalee could have their time together, without anyone disturbing them. Even Link did not come and disturb them even though he had duty to look after him for twenty four hours. Whenever they had the free time both of them would meet here and spend the whole day there, listening to nature around them. The garden was known as their 'space' , and their secrets would be shared there between themselves, promising each other not to tell anybody about this.

"Lenalee, where are you..." Allen muttered softly as he covered his face with his hand, blocking away the sunlight shining on his face. He was so tired.

Tired of fighting, tired of being spied on, and tired of waiting. When could he settle down and spend the rest of his days quietly, with his loved one living with him?

"You are noisy, moyashi." Allen stiffened as he realised that he was not alone. This voice was so familiar and his eye twitched, turning to where the person was.

Under the tree stood Kanda Yuu, who seemed to be resting after long hours of training. Allen looked away, wondering why Kanda had to arrive at such moments just to make him even more miserable. No doubt, that samurai must be here to mock at him for showing such a pathetic face in front of him.

Kanda, on the other hand, was a little surprised that Allen did not rebuke back about his name today. The raven male just che'ed as he sheathed Mugen. He knew why that boy was in his sulking mood, and he knew the main reason to why Allen was at his lowest.

"Che. Are you moping in a corner over Lenalee's disappearance?"

Allen looked at Kanda, an astonished look on his face, but what shocked him the most was that Kanda seemed so relaxed even though one of his conrades had disappeared out of the blue. That cold tone did not even express his concerns on Lenalee at all.

"You sound nonchalant on this, Kanda. Aren't you concerned in Lenalee's whereabouts at all?" Allen asked sardonically, giving him a look. Kanda just shrugged in reply.

"Even if Lenalee has disappeared, there is no need to waste time mourning on this." Allen shot Kanda a glare at his comment, his fist clenched as his anger surged. How could...how could Kanda speak such cold-hearted words in front of him? That was Lenalee, his friend That was what Allen hated about Kanda- his arrogance, his snobbish behaviour and his dealing of things without any sympathy for others. That man was just as cold as ice, and he wasted no time grieving for others.

"I can't believe that you can say this out of your mouth. Don't you think before you speak, Kanda?"

"At least I do not give a pathetic look like you, moyashi." Allen inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes, controlling himself from punching Kanda right in his face. He turned to leave, not wanting to stay here any longer. It would do no good on the both of them arguing on like this, and for the first time, he was sick of bickering on and on with Kanda.

"Moyashi." Kanda called out for Allen, but he did not reply. The samurai frowned as he walked towards him in big paces and caught up with him. Allen was halted abruptly as something was gripping on his wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?" Allen glared at him, but Kanda did not seem to be affected by his piercing stare as he turned back to where the field was, pulling the boy along with him. Allen winced as he whimpered in pain, struggling to get his hand free of his grasp, but the grip grew tighter and next, Allen was pushed to the wide field once again. The boy rubbed his aching wrist before he faced the samurai, who was across him.

"What do you want this time? I am in no mood to fight with you." Allen spoke coldly, but Kanda just stared at him, an expressionless look on his face as he unsheathed Mugen and pointed its sharp tip towards Allen.

"Fight me."

Allen was baffled at this. Seriously he really did not have the mood to spar with him. What was Kanda thinking?

"What?"

"I said, fight me. Use your Innocence and fight me." Kanda spoke with a determined tone. Allen just frowned.

"I don't understand what you are implying to me, Kanda-"

"If you don't fight," Kanda spoke as he moved his hand and the blade was just at his eye level. "Your life ends here."

Allen stared at the Japanese male's eyes and realised that Kanda was getting serious here. His fists were clenched as he activated his Innocence on the spot. A white coat descended onto his shoulders as he moved his black claws and charged towards the raven-haired teen.

"If this is what you want, Kanda, I will fight you!" Allen hissed angrily as he vented all his anger and frustrations by his attacks on Kanda. He just snapped immediately and he did not know what he was doing at that time. The only aim in him was to hit the samurai hard and defeat him, for saying such hurtful words to Lenalee, for provoking him, because he just plainly deserved this! Every attack forced Kanda to move backward as Allen continued slashing all he could. The samurai hissed softly as he used Mugen's blade to block the attacks, but Allen's forceful attacks just prevented him to go on the offensive. Suddenly there was a sound of fabric tear as Allen finally stopped his wild attacks, staring at the deep gash on Kanda's left arm, stunned. Kanda thus made use of this and in a split second, Mugen was pointing at the white-haired teen's throat threateningly.

"You lose, moyashi."

"But, your arm!" Kanda looked down to where Allen was pointing and realised that he was injured. He grunted as he just shrugged off like nothing had happened, sheathing his sword.

"It's nothing."

"I'm sorry." Kanda looked up and gave a puzzled look.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, Kanda. Because of me, you...you..."

"Che. Stop whining like a baby." Allen stared at the other, startled. Kanda straightened his exorcist coat as he let down his long raven hair, deciding to retie it back again. Allen just stared at the long silky strands travelling to his back as Kanda was tying his hair up into a long ponytail again. Allen fidgeted awkwardly and looked away when he realised that he was staring at Kanda for too long and the other was staring back at him.

"Why did you want to spar with me, Kanda? Why?" Somehow, Allen felt weird when Kanda was treating him...this way. He rather wanted him to scold him and shoot hurtful words to him, that he was weak, useless, acting like a child etc.

Maybe he felt more uncomfortable when Kanda treated him coldly, like in the usual days. He closed his eyes, ready for a string of mocking words and sneering to be aimed straight at his face, but instead, the raven-haired teen just spoke plainly.

"Do you feel better now?" Allen just blinked, unsure of what he had heard just now.

"What?"

"I say, do you feel better now?" Allen stared at Kanda for a while before he realised what he really meant. He looked at himself and felt that his chest was not as heavy as before. His headache was ceasing and he felt better. The younger teen's eyes widened as he had understood his real intention. Kanda did not want to fight with him at all. It was just a way to de-stress oneself. By concentrating on fighting, he would not think of other things, and by venting out his strength on the opponent, he also vented out the unbearable stress and frustrations trapped inside him.

Was...Kanda worried about him? Concerned about him? But never mind about this, because he felt utterly warmed in his heart that he was finally being noticed, by the one that did not respect him in the first place. Allen could not help but smiled.

"Thank you, Kanda."

"Huh?" Kanda just gave him a bewildered look, but before he reacted, Allen had grabbed his wrist and was checking on the injury. The samurai winced and hissed under his teeth by the sudden grab and glared at the boy, wanting to snap at him, but Allen's words cut him as the younger teen spoke, "Kanda, you need to go to the infirmary and treat your injury!"

"Che. This puny injury will not affect me one bit." Allen sighed. He knew that Kanda would give this type of answer. That raven-haired samurai acted like a stubborn mule sometimes.

"Then at least let me attend to your injury, Kanda." Allen spoke gently, looking at him with gentle eyes. Kanda's eyes just widened in astonishment for a moment before he cleared his throat and grunted, averting his gaze somewhere.

"Che. Do what you want."

"Inspector, what are you going to do with him?"

"Him?" Leverrier spoke softly as he leaned against his chair, staring outside the window, seeming to be admiring the view outside. Soft taps were heard as the Inspector was tapping his feet lightly, humming a tune to himself.

"Though the war is over, but he is still here."

"He?" Leverrier spoke in a calm tone, again. He turned his chair as it spun slowly to the front, facing the secretary who was standing at the front of his desk, waiting for further instruction. The man smiled as he took out the cigarette from his mouth and blew the smoke out in circles. Link just raised his eyebrow slightly, wondering what he was thinking. It was hard to guess what Leverrier's next moves were.

"He is the only one who is successful from the previous case that the Vatican had closed long ago. The Third Exorcist."

"Don't worry." Link was a little startled when the Inspector replied rather quickly.

"Excuse me, but please enlighten me." Leverrier's wide grin never left his face as he spoke in a cold but deadly tone.

"When the time is up, we will eliminate him."

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