Hello! Timcanpy's pen is here to bring you another story to enjoy. Don't worry I will update my older fanfiction soon, but for now I would like to share this to you.

Cross: I thought you are filming a fantasy trailer project for your multimedia with your friends and would be back on September?

Ugh…yeah. But this story can't wait any longer. I already have written the chapters and would also like to know if they will like it or else I'm just wasting my time writing this on my notes.

Cross: ooo~kaaay~

What are you trying to imply?

Cross: Nothing. Just go on the story already, idiot golem.

Shut up or I'll have Neah to punch you!

Cross: Whatever.

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Title: Untitled

Introduction:

I, Allen Walker, an exorcist and a Noah, the light and the dark. I am the Destroyer of Time in the prophecy who will decide the fate of the human race. Will I, who belonged to nowhere but myself in between two colors, choose to save the pitiful living…or destroy?...or maybe, will I be the destroyer who can save?

Chapter One: Home

It has been a year since that fateful night. It has been a year since the boy brought his deceased father back to life only an akuma. It has been a year since he was cursed by the only person he loved. It has been a year yet here he was, sitting on his bed. He pulled his knees onto his chest and wrapped his arms around it. He rested his chin on between his knees, eyes were staring ahead into nothing but pure infinite black space that his sub consciousness made to calm himself whenever he goes berserk and scream in agony as if someone is torturing him. and then there was a red-haired man that will come and restrain him so that he won't hurt himself.

Allen Walker, a boy that has an abnormal hair color which is white and an unusual scar on the left side of his face that starts as a pentagram on his forehead, trails down in a line that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid, and hooks slightly at his cheekbone and follows his cheek down close to his chin. It also has an extra line of scar tissue that runs parallel to his lower eyelid, looks calm this morning except that he was not in the real world but inside his own world.

Cross Marian, the red-haired man who takes care of him, though grudgingly, came in with a bowl of chicken broth on tray that he was carrying. He placed it on the small table beside the bed and sat on the comfy seat adorned with red and golden linings. He looked at the boy and asked. "Are you hungry, Allen?"

"…"

"…no? you didn't eat last night because of…you're in pain. Remember what Mana said?" by Mana's name mentioned, Allen flinched at that and memories of Mana telling him to keep walking until the day he died.

The boy slowly turned his head and stared at the food. Cross smiled. Cross approached Allen slowly as to not to startle him and sat on the bed. He carefully reached out his hand to pull Allen's legs down to relax in which Allen stiffened a little and Cross paused for a moment until the boy relaxed. He then reached for the food and placed it on Allen's lap. "Eat." He said and the boy obliged.

Allen's shaky hands stretched out for the spoon and began shoving the foos into his mouth to fill his grumbling stomach.

He almost finish his breakfast when his hand that held the spoonful of chicken broth halted in mid air. His eyes widened in horror as memories of that night flashed back. He dropped his spoon and it spilled all over the blanket. Cross didn't missed this and quickly removed the bowl and restrained Allen's movements before he could do harm on himself.

Allen began to panic, his heart beat raised, and his breathes were of heavy pants. Soon, it was followed by an agonizing scream that escaped from his throat. He tried to move his arms in an attempt to pull out his hair but to no avail. He tried to tossed his body but couldn't move a single limb but his head.

Mother, who was in the kitchen drinking her tea, stopped sipping as she listened to an ear piercing scream. Baba was attending his flowers and stopped when he heard Allen scream. They both listened to the screams helplessly. Oh how they love to see the boy but they couldn't for it will only scare the boy and throw things onto them. Only Cross can handle him.

Cross had managed to calm the boy somehow and Allen fell asleep. He thought maybe a little talking could help the boy. He's not expecting for Allen to respond though but at least listen. He then left the room and walked over to where the phone was. He dialled the numbers and waited for someone to pick.

"Hello~…" came a feminine voice from the other line.

"Komui."

"Ah! Cross, it's you~!" Komui squeaked. "So, how's the boy?"

"A little better than before."

"Good! What're you going to do now? Are your bringing him here as your apprentice~?" Cross felt like there were flowers hovering over Komui as he spoke.

"Hn. Idiot. He's still unstable and I know what you're thinking. And no is my answer, I won't come back. You know how I hate that place."

"How about take Allen-kun out for a walk~? Ne?"

"….i'm thinking of trying to talk to him."

"Ah… that's good. I hope there would be much improvement this time since it's already…uh…a year, right?"

"Yeah."

"And by the-"

Cross hanged the phone before he could utter the word 'buy me some souvenir~!"

"…" Komui, as far as we all know, kept on talking on the phone even though Cross wasn't there longer.

"Ah…yes! Yes!-ahaha- no, not really." Komui continued while doodling on a piece of paper. The scientists that were lining and carrying a bunch of papers waiting for him to finish the talk with Cross sweatdropped and were annoyed by their supervisor's stupid antics.

"I know he hanged the phone! Get over it already and sign these papers!" Reever yelled but was ignored.

*annoyed*

"Uhh…ignoring us just like that?" Johnny sighed and Tapp just…uh…tired and wanted to sleep already.

Cross checked on Allen. He's already sitting. Allen noticed Cross' poking his head. He watched as the General sighed and went inside shutting the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"Allen." He said and sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you know what's my name?" Allen shook his head as a no which surprised him. Cross sometimes asked him if he's hungry or needs something but he never receive a single sign of respond. But this time is different.

"My name is Cross Marian. Call me master." He said and continue in introducing himself. Everyday he talks to Allen, though the boy didn't say anything but nodded his head telling Cross to go on with his story and adventures in his life.

This talking really helped the boy occupied and forget those memories he wished to vanish. Allen stopped screaming and hurting himself but his nightmares were inevitable. Luckily, Cross is always there to accompany him.

After a week, Allen learned about his left arm which is innocence that made him an exorcist who fights evil like the Earl himself and his minions. An exorcist who frees the souls that were bound to this world to do the will of the Earl.

One morning, Cross visited Allen in his room after breakfast and asked for a walk. Allen hesitated at first but nodded. He longed for the fresh air, to see the world once again. He got tired inside his room doing nothing but trained his left arm to move properly again.

Cross has long legs and walks fast so Allen has to sped up his pace to catch up with him. this was his first after a long year to go out and have his feet to walk again. Cross stopped suddenly that made Allen to bump on him with a soft 'oog'. Allen rubbed his nose and looked up at his master.

He was a bit surprised to see Cross offering him a piggy bank ride that reminds him of his father. He smiled at the memory and accepted the offer.

The two stopped by at the bar. Cross, as usual, sat by the counter drinking his wine and watched the boy playing cards to train his left arm to move properly. Cross smiled. He was glad that Allen is recovering. He could now go out of his room without going insane like he used to do to mother and Baba. Speaking of mother and Baba, they were sooo happy that their little Allen is a lot better than before.

Cross was enjoying his wine while watching Allen when two drunkard men came.

"Hey, Cross! When are you planning to pay your debt!?"

"Yeah! We've been searching for you all this time!"

Cross settled his goblet on table and stood like nothing is wrong. The two stared at him waiting for Cross to pull out the money-

ZOOM!

Cross stormed out of the bar and the two chased after him yelling, calling his name, and cursing.

Allen, who had just noticed the events, was afraid of being left behind and decided to run after them.

"Damn!" Cross muttered to himself. Allen was left behind. He looked over his shoulders to see two people behind chasing him and a boy farther behind following them.

Cross abruptly stopped that made the two to struggle to take control of their momentum and run passed him. Cross then run back and picked Allen up carrying him on his arm and hid. Allen shrieked a little then relaxed when Cross stopped running. Cross settled him down and offered him another piggy bank ride which Allen didn't waste a moment and lunged himself on his back happily right away.

"Oh, look who's happy here." Said Cross. "Let's go, it's getting dark already. Let's go home."

Home. Allen thought to himself as Cross began to walk. Allen rested his head on Cross back. He smiled a real smile for the first time after those horrible events in his life and closed his eyes.

Home…

Took me forever to type this…

Chapter two is ready. All I have to do is type it.

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