Unravelling Reality

by XavierForest

When Millennium Corp finally released their newest game, which allows its players to fully experience the virtual world, Lavi and Lenalee pretty much forced Kanda into joining in with the fun. But then they discover a secret room in a dungeon, and meet an NPC named Allen, who, for some reason, doesn't act as an NPC should. Yullen - HAS BEEN DROPPED - Adopted by AmbertheCat

1. Chapter 1

Prologue – Five

An unused room lay far above the rest of the world, situated on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, concealing what the bleak walls had hidden for so long now. With testing already long since over, the room was cut off from any and all light.

Behind a padlocked and key-coded metal door, locked from the outside, errant, cobwebbed piles of paperwork sat strewn across the cold hard floor, protecting the building's darkest of secrets.

If one were to simply flick the light switch, what they found would have knocked the very air from their lungs.

A variety of cables and tubes connected to an immobile body submerged within a tank of liquid tinged green in colouring, unseeing grey eyes stared off into nothingness, as they had been doing for over five years.

Ivory skin was covered only by a white gown that floated in the stagnant watery substance, a soft smile sitting on parted pale lips, leaking a thin trail of bubbles, the only indication of life. The boy, for that is all he is, seemingly created of porcelain, his features almost too delicate to be labelled as human. After going so many years without a haircut, lengthy locks coloured of the lightest snow now billowed around his head, effectively creating the image of his beautiful visage radiating the purest of auras.

Upon closer inspection, blackened fingers could barely be glimpsed peeking out from underneath the gown's left sleaving, those, too, unable to move. But even when the satanical scarring came into focus, nothing could rid one of the belief that the child before them was an angel in human guise.

Further down at the base of the tank was where the label had been unevenly stuck, like whoever had put it there honestly couldn't care less about the identity of the comatose person held behind the thick casing of glass.

Scrawled in messy lettering on that label was a name. Not a full one; just a first name. The name held but five letters, each appearing just as insignificant as the first; each meaningless if not joined together to form the name. One name that could put an end to the building's bolstering reputation. One name that had long ago been forgotten by the passage of time. A name that belonged to one who had nothing left. The name of one who had lost everything that he had once held dear.

[Allen]

And then, for the first time in half a decade; a single finger twitched.