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Disclaimer: If you don't want to face Hiroko's ill-tempered bed-head wrath then I suggest that you hang up on that lawyer. XD
Riddles on Lies
Chapter 1
Ow…
That was Allen's first thought upon wakefulness.
The next was…
Shit.
A very apt expletive considering his new unfortunate circumstance, how he got into this position was a complete mystery however.
What is his circumstance you ask? Well it wasn't pretty I can tell you.
He was lying on a bed or to be more accurate he was chained to a bed with weird glowing purple-black ropes that were vaguely itchy.
His wrists were tethered to the posts and a collar attached him to the headboard, the rest just sort of criss-crossed over his torso and legs.
The bed was pushed up against a wall to the right in a grey unadorned room. There was one window and two doors. The window was open allowing sunlight to spill across the floor. One door was open and it contained what appeared to be a small bathroom unit, the other door was closed and most likely locked.
Now about that first thought.
Now that Allen was fully awake and aware he noticed several areas on his body that, for lack of a better term, hurt like hell.
His right leg for example felt broken.
His abdomen felt bruised…a lot.
A series of minor gashes and bruises that would make nuisances of themselves as they healed, like the cut in his hairline.
And that rest felt like he spared with Kanda and fended off an army of Akuma at the same time. It wasn't a flowery feeling.
'How did I get here in the first place?' Allen wondered, he tugged at the weird glowing ropes on his wrists, arched his body to test for weaknesses in the rest. Nothing.
Lovely. Just lovely.
Allen sighed, frustrated as the seconds ticked past. He shifted to a more comfortable position, shifted again and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and relaxed, and then started thrashing desperately, frantically, until the skin on his wrists tore and his injuries cried out.
Allen settled down once more and waited, and waited. Again he went limp and closed his eyes, attempting to calm down. He tried meditating. The minutes ticked by soundlessly and still Allen waited.
"I'm bored," Allen said at last. Where was his kidnapper come to gloat or torture him something? Not that he wanted to be tortured but he still wanted to know who kidnapped him.
He let his thoughts wander aimlessly for another five minutes. He thought about all his friends who were probably worried sick about his disappearance if they even noticed. He had been on a long solo mission after all…wasn't he? Allen panicked briefly; he couldn't remember where he'd been!
Allen's head turned in the direction of the closed door so fast his neck popped, he narrowed his eyes, he was sure he heard a noise.
Aha! The door was opening!
Into the room stepped…someone he's never seen before.
He appeared to be of average height; his hair was platinum blond and held back by a striped turban-like scarf thing and his blue eyes glittered with secrets and mischievousness.
He wore a sleeveless vest and loose billowy pantaloons and slippers, all in white.
What a weird guy.
Weird guy whistled, "Geez, only fifteen minutes and you're already ready to tear your hair out. That's some attention span you got, and here I was thinking you could entertain yourself for a while," he said amusedly.
Allen blinked, feeling vaguely insulted he said, "And who are you?"
It was the weird guy's turn to blink, "Didn't I already introduce myself?"
"No."
"Oh."
There was a moment of silence.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Allen asked; why was this guy just staring at him?
"Hmm, I don't think I should anymore. It's more fun that way, Allen Walker,"
Allen felt a chill; suddenly he was glad that the stranger was standing on the other side of the room, he opened his mouth, "How do I know you, right?" the stranger said, Allen closed his mouth, "Such a cliché question, I'm disappointed."
"Why am I here is the next one right?" the stranger asked, taking a step forward and another.
Allen nodded dumbly; the stranger smiled taking a few more steps. The stranger was now half-way across the room.
"Ah, such a deep question that one, slightly less disappointing then 'how do you know me,'" a few more steps, "the answer to that is actually quite simple. I have a riddle I cannot solve, but you have the answer," the stranger was now standing in front of the bed.
"You mean you kidnapped me for a stupid reason like that?" Allen was pissed, who did this guy think he is?
The stranger waved nonchalantly, "Oh, fine if you like, whether I get my answer or not, I'll still kill you and destroy the Innocence."
"Who are you?" Allen demanded, thrashing angrily. A cool hand on his forehead stopped him, the stranger bent down close, grinning widely. Allen's eyes widened as the pale skin darkened to an ashen grey and the mischievous blue eyes turned golden, Allen couldn't see his forehead underneath his turban but there was probably a line of crosses.
"Noah…" Allen shrank away from the Noah as best he could, which wasn't much.
"So Allen, will you answer my riddle?" the Noah asked.
"I don't even know what the riddle is!"
The Noah grinned again, "Why my dear boy, the riddle is you!"
Allen stared, hard.
"You see even with my eyes you're still an enigma. I know all about you but I still can't puzzle out the way you think," the Noah said, sitting on the bed, "You have a yearning for death, that yearning is soul deep. You don't actively seek it out but nevertheless on a deep level you do not wish to live. And yet each time you are faced with it you struggle with all your might, you don't want to live and yet you're afraid to die. Why is that?"
"Um, fear of the unknown?" Allen supplied sarcastically, "That's not too farfetched is—"
-Smack!
Allen exhaled sharply, "Don't fuck with me Allen Walker. That's not the answer and you know it," the Noah said calmly.
"Well, what if I don't know the answer?" Allen spat, back hands hurt.
The grin got wider, if that was humanly possible.
PandaFlower: And there you have it! A prologue.
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