Cursed Twice
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Prologue
News reached the Order quite fast, courtesy of the Asian Branch Kanda avoided so much. They had found Allen Walker.
Despite his resolution to push the boy to the recesses of his mind, to erase him from his thoughts like he did to the many meaningless people around him, Kanda couldn't help but pay attention to the story's every detail, even as he cursed himself for it.
And what a story it was.
A fight against uncountable Akuma. A failed attempt to save the Fallen One, Suman Dark – the proper play of a noble hero. And then a fight with a Noah, stronger than any Akuma could ever hope to be.
Defeat. A hole to his heart and the consequent, unavoidable death; his Innocence, destroyed.
Reality finally deemed to pay a visit to Saint Walker, thought Kanda as he listened to the tale, unwavering amidst the people who lamented the tragedy ever so loudly. Walker was gone, and he allowed the annoying, senseless boy to drift away from his thoughts.
Weeks later, however, Kanda watched the corpse – the boy, alive and well, return to the Order, to the open arms of his so called family.
No hesitant steps, no visible trauma. Only that smile, brighter than ever, and an assurance that everything would be well. He was stronger, surer. His Innocence, more powerful than ever.
For a moment as fleeting as the blink of an eye, Kanda believed the rumor that spread through the Order like fire on a dry forest:
'Nothing could kill Allen Walker.'
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