Originally this was part of my now deleted 'Ark's Cube', but I went blank on the story and deleted it. So I edited this and the next that I've had already made to fit something ese.

Title: Rhythm Emotion

Chapter: 1. Too Much

POV Characters: Allen, kinda 3rd Person Omn. In some areas.

Warning: Swearing, spelling and grammer, dark-ish Black Order.

It was too much...

It was just too much for little Allen to handle, it was all so much.

Her strong will to keep on battling to the end had shattered into tiny particles. Dull and dead. And that's why Allen was wondering around in the streets with only one goal in mind: Stay away from the Black Order.

It was all so clear in Allen's troubled mind of what made her run away. It was just a day after so many bloody fights, being in tense rooms, obeying the demands of Central, ruthless missions and heartaches of lost souls and wills.

She had been summoned to Lvellie's office, taken away by Link from her already stressed and worried fiends- minus Kanda, if you call him a friend. Allen was lead to Lvellie's very neat office where the devil himself sat smug behind his desk. The inspector eyes were sharp on the nervous white Exorcist who was staring nervously right back. Normally Allen would of glare at the man, but her nightmares and stress weren't allowing her to be the usual glare-y mood at the moment. Just a lost, depressed look.

He smirked. Lvellie knew Allen's will was breaking, but he had it in the wrong way. Malcolm was thinking she was giving in to his orders, not Allen's fighting spirit that was slowly diminishing to nothing. "Miss Walker, we have found town full of Akuma in northern England," Allen started to feel the dread coming into her heart, she already knew what her mission was, but the Inspector continued on," We have reasonable suspicion that the entire town works for the Noah, even the humans must be as well."

Allen's silver eyes widened in shock. That part with the humans was uncalled for. They were telling her- no, ordering her to destroy the entire town even though there were humans within? Allen's head shook, stammering," No. No! I won't do it! I won't hurt humans"

Malcolm glared at her. "It was no choice, Miss Walker. It is an order from the Great Generals and the Pope themselves. You are to destroy this town, every being in that town has committed sin against God- you will do it!"

Allen shook in revulsion. Allen was going to be forced to kill humans.

Humans. Hadn't she lived to protect the human kind? Not detroy? Wasn't it sin? Did the high people of the church see that? Or was her use- a weapon. She'll get the blame for the sin. Allen was a weapon.

Could she allow herself be used now for this act...?

That tiny little will, her small spirit that went and wished to continue on in this bloody war vanished. Shattered into so many little pieces, there was no way- it semmed more impossible- to.

You could see it in her silver eyes, like a mirror that had broken, its cracks shining from a broken light. Allen's head bowed, as if in defeat. Grinning, thinking he had won, Malcolm waved her off saying, " You leave tomorrow morning to the town and two Crows shall escort you, as shall Link. You are dismissed, Miss Walker." They left. Allen broken, followed Link back to her friends. Ignoing her friends words and questioning looks of concern.

They would hate her. Allen knew they would after she took into play her next stunt.

After all, a clown isn't a clown without tricks up their sleeves right? They exist to deceive.

Allen couldn't sleep that entire night, nor did she bother trying. She thought and thought of all the ways she could get out of these little mess alive, and the shadowy gentleman in the mirror was grinning all the while at her trembling form.

Of course, the next day when they left, Allen took her chance and escaped. Just barely. Allen was even surprised she managed escape from the three crow, summoning the ark after a tiny, narrow chase in a crowded train station as the train just barely started to depart.

Everything went according to plan. They will hate her.

Normally, Allen would of felt proud of escaping the famed Crow, but she couldn't feel it. She felt down right miserable.

Allen had abandoned her friends, her home, her life as an Exorcist because her weak will that brought destruction with her couldn't stand up to even fight in this bloody, hate filled war of God's. She was probably marked as a fugitive for treason. Probably proclaimed a Noah as well. Allen felt so broken and lost, like a forgotten doll. All she had left was Timcanpy that belonged to dead her dead, missing Master that had once even belonged to her beloved Mana's younger brother, Neah.

Allen had thought of these outcomes last night, she knew what to expect. Allen still felt horrible for betrayal.

She smirked in her hideout within the ark. Irony, isn't it? Like Neah who betrayed his family, Allen betrayed hers.

It has been a week since she ran away.

Allen's eyes were lifeless as she looked around her. She was lost, so very helplessly lost.

Damn it! She wasn't paying any attention to where she was going, and because of that she wouldn't know where to escape when trouble would come. Sighing dejectedly, Allen turned around and saw a flower shop. She had some money in her pocket from gambling some greedy men, maybe some flowers would brighten her day. With that little bright thought, she walked into the flower shop.

There wasn't that many people in the bright little store. Allen saw an old couple talking about what flowers were best for their son's wedding, a group of girls giggling over gossip, two gentlemen- one with a top hat looking at flowers discussing something of sort , their backs to her. Allen's attention was drawn in by the white lilies.

Allen knew from Lenalee that white lilies represent purity, chastity and innocence. Allen went to the lilies, lifting one up and smelling it. She relaxed as she sniffed it's sweet fragrance, reminding her of the perfume Cross once forced her to wear. The memory of it wasn't pleasent by rather funny because Cross only wanted her to wear the perfume to torment her to be more lady like but (to her masters great horror and to her dense nature curiosity) it also made her more noticable to some admirers. Cross had almost killed the boys after they tried flirting with her. Ah yes, happy-in-a-way memories.

Opening her closed eyes, Allen looked fondly down at the white lily. She'll get one- no make that two. Timcanpy came off her head and grabbed a white lily with his tail indicating he wanted one as well. Allen laughed. She hadn't smiled or laughed truly in a while. It felt nice to be able to.

Allen felt so much better because of the lily and went to the woman at the counter. Just as she was about to pay, the woman excused herself, for the old couple wanted to ask her opinion on what combinations of flowers they should get for their son's wedding. Allen waited patiently at the counter, then listened to the noisy, gossip girls close to where she stood.

"-And her dress was ugly!" One exclaimed," I was surprised she even got to talk to him. Let alone bed him." Allen frowned in disgust. Allen hated these types of girls. Whores were some of the worst things that ever existed. Allen was glad she didn't turn into one, so very glad. Bad memories came into play of her master always bringing in ladies. Whores.

"I know," agreed a blonde with a snotty look to her face," Did you see Christine? That dress on her was a total waste on her. She's too ugly to be even wearing that beautiful dress. I would of looked better in it."

The blonde's surrounding friends were nodding and agreeing. "Yes it would of, Lady Brenda! It was surely made only for your beauty!"

Allen had to cover her mouth from laughing and turned around so it wouldn't look like she was trying not to laugh. It was obvious they only praised this girl because she must have very well known relatives and has a noble title. Allen thought the blonde girl was a spoiled up, snotty, greedy little bitchy-whore that wanted attention and was proven quite right when the blonde's annoying voice went on about some men she slept with and how they bought her all these expensive gifts.

Allen was trying hard not to laugh.

To help distract herself from the annoying girls, Allen watched as Tim went to examine some flowers causing her to sweatdrop as the tiny golem brought more over with his tail showing them to her. Sighing in defeat, Allen mockingly whined," Tim~! What girl has gained your attention? " Tim flew onto her head, still holding the flowers. "And here I am complaining about the annoying blonde-whore being spoiled." Allen muttered.

The high, annoying shriek behind her told Allen she was heard by the said 'annoying blonde-whore' that was spoiled too much. "What did you just call me, bitch!"

Wearily, Allen looked over at the annoying blonde. "You must be deaf if you didn't hear me. I said you are a spoiled, annoying, whore that uses men. Girls like you disgust me," Allen said rather cheerfully.

The girls around the raging blonde gasped. "Lady Brenda isn't spoiled! She is-"

"Does she get whatever she likes whenever?" Allen asked still looking bright and happy. This was hilarious, and Allen enjoyed making this spoiled brat look furious.

"Yes-"

"Then she is spoiled rotten," Allen sang out," As they say,' Too much sugar makes things rotten'." Allen turned her back to the girls. Allen noticed that everyone in the shop turned to see what the fight was about. Allen ignored them, tapping the counter with that tune.

"Why you little-!" Allen stepped aside and grabbed the hand that was aiming at Allen's head and sent the blonde into a slamming flip onto the wooden floor.

Allen just smiled down sweetly to the girl," Don't mess with me, queen of brats, I won't hesitate in hurting you when it becomes necessary," Allen threatened with a sweet, dark voice. Then added, wrinkling her nose in a cute way," Plus, go take a bath. You stink like rotten trash clashing horribly with a sweet, salty scent. Obviously you must be a very active whore if you got that scent."

The blonde got up and ran out of the shop, her friends right behind her, screaming and crying that she would get her revenge. Allen just rubbed the back of her head, " Can't anyone live in peace, Tim?" Allen wondered to the small golem. If golems could laugh, Allen was sure Tim was in laughing hysterics.

Whores are such a pain.

After Allen paid for the many flowers, she walked around the small town and sat on a bench in the town's center park, nibbling on some fresh bread she had bought. Tim was eating some as well. Yep, Allen spoiled her golem too much. Allen mused on what she should do now that she was a fugitive. She thought about being a traveling performer like her beloved Mana so she wouldn't be in the same place for the enemy -Black Order and Noah- could get to her and find her. "Hmmm," Allen murmured," I could just stay within the Ark and not bother with anyone, but... some of the Order is in there... I could... nah."

Allen laid her fine head back, allowing the sunlight to hit her pale face, the warmth spreading around pleasantly. Lazily opening an eye, Allen watched some little boys play soccer (futbol) and couldn't help but think of how nice it must be to play with them. Smiling, Allen watched as the children laughed so oblivious to the horrors of the world and enjoying their game with full-on attention. Allen's heart ached from watching these children play.

Her life was never great, she was loved by Mana, then lost him. The pain, the Earl, the curse, Cross. After those dramas then came the Order, her new family. Lenalee, Lavi, Kanda, Miranda, Kory, Johnny, Reever, Komui, the others...

A sob escaped Allen and she quickly covered her face to hide it. Just a single tear came from her eye, no more. Allen had to stay strong, ignore the pain of betrayal. Deep in that broken, warm heart of hers, Allen knew her friends could understand her actions. They would forgive her...

But what if they didn't forgive her?

They wouldn't. Allen had been through this before with herself. They wouldn't forgive her. They needed her. Allen had betrayed their trust and hope.

"So the little infant fell into a deep sleep. Among the grey ashes in the flames shining... first one, then two...," Allen sighed out, trying to calm herself down.

Slowly, she removed her gloved hand from her now dry, calm face. She listened to the rustling streets, the chatter, the shouts of laughter. There was so much peace around her, Allen wanted her heart to feel like that. Looking down fondly, Allen watched her Tim roll around lazily on the grass covered ground. It brought a smile to her face.

It was only a chance of looking up did she see them. There backs were turned to her, two gentlemen- one with a top hat. They seemed to be looking for someone. At first she didn't think much of it until they turned around right as she was about to look down. Silver eyes widened as they saw the face of the one wearing the top hat. Liquid silver met solid gold. It was that perverted bastard Tyki Mikk. And he saw her too.

Shit.

With a small curse, Allen grabbed the rolling golden golem from the green grass and sprinted off into the crowd before the Noah went to her. This was not fair in the tinniest bit. Well... maybe it was since she did run away.

Allen finally slowed down into a walk as the crowd got thicker and looked nervously behind her. Just people and no Tyki.

Now, Allen was sure she came here before. She was standing outside a flowershop that looked very familiar to the one where the annoying blonde was in. It was just getting dark and she had good reason to believe the Noah was most likely looking for her and some Akuma too. Allen had two options. Either take the chance of getting found and battling some Akuma and a Noah or take the risk of going onto the Ark where Crow could be waiting for her and scientist where studying the Ark.

Without hesitation, Allen summoned the Ark.

Done! :D Proud of myself. To be honest, I think i'm going on WritersBlock for God's Bane. Sorry... I finished the next chapter for it... uh... half-way actually- its going to be loong chapter..maybe... and the start of another story femAllen as well but I'm kindof hestitating... yeah.

Review, fav, love. :D IDK... Love you. Also NO FLAMES. And you read this at own risk... 3