Summary: It's hard to let go of something that has begun to define your life. And with only himself and the Black Order to blame for the wreck his had become, who could really say Allen was at fault for lashing out? AU
Warnings: This story will have gore, cussing, violence, and other shady stuff. Also, I update at the speed of a racing snail.
Useful Information: This is an AU. It is set in modern day, but the technology will be advanced for the time period (as with the real D. Gray Man).
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray Man, or anything associated with it.
Prologue
Beep... beep …
The repetitious sound echoed throughout the hospital room, unheard by all but the rugged man slouching in the visitors' chair. To any passerby he appeared asleep, as his eyes were hidden by large, thick lensed glasses, but in truth he couldn't have been more alert. His golden eyes were locked on the room's only other occupant, a boy laying unconscious on the hospital bed. Bandages covered the left side of his face, and the outline of a cast could be seen beneath the flimsy hospital sheet. The boy's face was twisted in terror, probably in the clutches of a sinister nightmare.
Slowly the man stood, and reached out with a grim expression on his face. His hand closed gently around the boy's neck, an he felt a steady pulse. There was pounding in his ears, and he wondered if it was the boy's heartbeat or his own.
Thump... thump... thump...
He began to tighten his hold, and the boy's breath hitched. Even in unconsciousness, his body tried to struggle, but there were too many drugs in his system to achieve anything more than a weak flail.
Beep, beep, beep-
His pulse sped up, and the man felt his own heart race as if he were the one being strangled.
Beep, beep, beep...
Thump, thump, thump...
The boy gave a choked gasp, and the man echoed it with a cry of his own. For a moment, they breathed together. The man felt the boy's heart pound in sync with his own, as adrenaline coursed through both of their veins. Then the other heartbeat began to slow, as the child's limbs finally went limp.
Beep... beep...
The man felt something akin to loss in his chest as the boy's heartbeat puttered off while his own continued racing. As the boy drew in what he knew would be his final breaths, the man felt a jolt, and released the neck as though stung.
In the small hospital room, the heart monitor continued to sound.
Beep... beep... beep...
Hesitantly, the man once again reached out to the boy. This time, he brushed his palm against the bandages covering the boy's cheek, just above a mouth still gasping for air. His hand slid down, lingering on the neck, until finally coming to rest on the boy's chest. Right above his heart.
Beep... beep... beep...
Thump... thump... thump...
As the man's adrenaline started to fade, his heart slowed. The boy's heart, in turn, sped up until both were once again beating in time with one another. The man listened as they breathed as one.
Inhale... exhale...
Inhale... exhale...
Then he swiftly stood. Turning away slowly, he ran his gaze over the boy for one last time before striding out the door.
The child would never know just how close to death he'd come.
A/N: Was it all right? Is it worth continuing? And if I do continue, should there be a technological equivalent of innocence? Also, for those of you who are confused (probably a majority) yes, the boy was Allen. I'm kind of hoping you can guess who the man was on your own though.
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