He was the night-light that ripped through her wicked world of despair and misery
He was the night-light that ripped through her wicked world of despair and misery. All her nightmares revolved around him but yet all of her good dreams were of him. One half of him would be the one who loved the demons and the other half would be the one that loved humans, causing him to recklessly rush into battle, leaving his friends behind as he rushed to his death. Deemed God's clown, he was never stained, even though blood had been spilled on his belt. He was always white, innocent, smiling, and she loved him for that.
She was the first one he had felt he had a connection with when he had first become an exorcist. Her love for her friends made her seem like a bright light that attracted others to her. Never once was there a moment that she wouldn't have sacrificed her own well being for her "family". He had always thought of her as a strong willed individual who always stood up strong for her beliefs. She was always caring, compassionate, and he always admired her for that.
They all knew about how the two would act towards one another. He would always blush around her, stutter when talking with her, and would stare at her when he saw her near by. She would cry harder for him then anyone else, hate him more when he had done something reckless because she loved him, and just loved him for who he was and what he did. They all knew indeed that their relationship was definitely one that didn't seem like brother and sister but more like lovers. Everyone knew, indeed everyone knew.
Just one touch makes me blush, one glance makes me think, one thought makes me just love her more. Allen had thought over and over again how he would tell her, how he would confess, and how badly he would mess up.
Just knowing that he would even have feeling for me would make me think of how we would be happily married for the rest of our lives, every time he would blush would make me believe that he had loved me back, every time he had caught her would make her feel like the princess being saved by her knight, or in her case, clown. Lenalee had never thought of herself as one that needed to be saved but it was nice to think that Allen had been there to catch her when she fell but thought that Allen would do the same for anyone else.
It was finally one day that she had realized that Allen had felt the same way as she did one day. She was awake after another nightmare of him, in her lap, dead. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to save him, and if she didn't know if she could even keep him safe. A tear fell down, followed by another, and another, and which had resulted in a silent sob. A hand, a gentle finger, had wiped away the drops from her eyes and had rested on her chin.
" I heard a sob." He had whispered, once again running another finger to wipe away another tear.
She couldn't speak, only sob, looking at the one person she couldn't stop thinking of. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, resting her tear stained face on to his chest. His hands had then started to stroke her hair with one arm, holding her close to him with the other. They remained there for hours, holding each other closely, remaining silent until he spoke.
" I'll never leave you, I'll never leave your side." He spoke, cupping both of his hands on her cheeks. " Don't ever think that I will leave you."
" Allen-kun, please… Please Allen-kun, don't die" Lenalee whimpered, now staring up at him. Allen stared back, slowly, not knowing what to do, pressed his lips on hers ever so softly.
" I won't die." He said. "With you in my life, I'll never die."