Author: Cupid's Ichor

Title: Sweet Silence

Rating: T

Summary: When Rinali's heart betrays her she begins to suspect the end. But Allen is still alive so it will not come. Or so he says.

A short AllenRinali story which will be about IV-V chapters. I do not believe I have seen a multi-fic for this fandom so here I go.

I disclaim the characters of DGM and own this short story.


"The sun is out . . . so peaceful."

His choice of words is flawed, as if he failed to assess the situation as a whole. Or as if he was making a sincere --but futile-- attempt to ease the mood. Because he is Allen Walker, cursed and still a child. Because he continues to be the beacon of hope and the humanitarian of the exorcists; despite how foolish and contradictory as it sounds.

She doesn't make an attempt at a smile, or a gesture to agree. It's a trivial fact in her mind, something that is quick to change so that tomorrow it could rain, and thunder, and flood. She doesn't look at him but allows him to guide her through the town. The buildings are the only things in her way she thinks. But then she realizes that he has her hand and she can feel the warmth of his on hers.

She drags her feet and hears him make small insignificant comments of their surroundings and other meaningless things. His words were never meaningless, she chides; but still she doesn't listen. Eventually he learns to enjoy the silence and she looks over to him.

It's a habit.

Rinali only truly looks at Allen when his back is turned and all she can see is the distance which sets them apart. It was ever since that day. But he has her hand now so she pulls forward.

And she thinks that there are only the ruins of homes and Allen in her way. Her free hand clenches involuntarily.

There is something that smothers
A secret which I hold too tight
And so it is strangled
There is something that is secret
A part of myself
And I cannot withhold it
Within my heart,
I cannot

Let it go.

Chapter

-I- Is this the end? -I-

"I was at the order for as long as I can remember."

Until the end.

"We were orphans after our parents were killed by Akuma, my brother and I."

He told me not to cry.

"When they found out I was an accommodator for the dark boots I was taken."

When it became just me

"Three years passed and we were finally together again."

Because he said we would always be together.

"He had become the head of the science department for me."

He came back for me.

"I fight for him."

He'll come back.


The two arrive in the semi-permanent building in the late afternoon. The one with the stone floors, one window, and a chalk drawing of a cross that is etched on the ebony door for good measure. It said residence, but not resilient enough to say home.

Allen shuffles in the front before entering to find the others who resided within. In total fifteen were staying in the inconspicuous building; with three floors with six rooms on each floor and a main room on the second. It had been an old clinic but without a town it was in disuse and without people they had found it most settling.

Rinali enters first and immediately she lets go. Her destination is up the stairs where the injured are increasing and decreasing in number. Adjacent to that is another room with the only window in the building, it is decreasing in size. Said room is filled with memorials, flowers, and such which seem fitting for the room with the large glass window for a wall. It contained a view of the sky, almost as dark as the room.

Rinali comes there often in search for a new face, a new name. Whether she finds it in the former or latter room it didn't matter anymore.

Allen lets her go and walks through the quiet building. Some finders pass him that reek the sense of gloom which seems to smuggle the building. He finally bumps into Rabi who is in the process of exiting a room with the slightest of steps. The door is shut behind him slowly to further emphasis the silence. In attention Rabi finally looks over to Allen and smiles affably.

"Yo."

"Hey."

Some shuffling is heard behind the wooden door and a large crash followed by another. Allen looks oddly at the door, curious to know the person within—a growl? Rabi looks away, troubled. He takes the lead down the hall.

"New exorcist" he says with a hint of excitement for the discovery but mostly sorrow which Allen can trace in his one good eye. It would be another person brandished with this fate. Allen doesn't care to ask.

A conversation of information begins when Allen asks about the situation. Something about the people who are accounted for, people who came back, people who did not. Allen is more concerned with names rather than numbers and a breath rather than the wind. They are too inexperienced, and lack the knowledge to continue on their own.

Allen forms a line with his mouth but then asks. "Anyone else?"

Rabi begins. "Kanda was here yesterday and left again to who knows where. But I'm sure a few finders tagged along. Miranda's upstairs" He trails off with the names and status slightly growing weaker and weaker. At one point he pauses to think. He doesn't want to further point out the lack of numbers in listing each exorcist on each finger. Also it was believed or hoped that some people managed to evacuate the tower before the higher floors were destroyed. The broken edifice still stood on the plateau where miraculously the foundation and inner caverns were salvaged. But even after months the broken stone and bricks reeked of blood. Their allies were too few and unknown in location and their generals were scattered. Allen and the others were too occupied, too young, and too busy to cope. Ultimately this brought about the conflict of death which results in two turns of people, the mourning and the Akuma.

"I came back two days ago ran into a general at the sea shore. She was looking out into the sky. When I approached her she was muttering something-- momento mori. I tried to talk to her but she turned a just stared sadly. These Generals . . . I don't know what they want us to do." He rubbed his head stuck with her words. "There are still silver in the stars."

". . . What now General Walker-san?"

"I'm not a general, no way. Never."

Allen makes an irritated noise and Rabi can't help but smirk, just a little.

But there is a code written to consecrate the building so that the spell of the surroundings cannot be broken.

There is a sound of thrashing coming from the upper floor. Something so threatening that both Allen and Rabi run up expecting to find an Akuma. Rabi thinks to himself that there isn't another sound that resonates louder than that of a memorial shattering. He knows who it is before the person comes into view.

It was not an Akuma but Rinali who is shaking and quivering in Miranda's arms. He was really hoping for an Akuma.

They are in the room where a large window looks over the horizon. It is the only room with a window and the largest room in the building. It is also Allen's least favorite room and Rabi walks in before he does. There are flowers around and memorials in place, candles lit, and a large cross that hangs on a wall. There are possessions that sit on a large counter top. They signify names or proof of former existence. The bodies were all turned to ash and colored the sky gray.

"This is the only room with a window and it's still the darkest part of the building." Rabi says nonchalantly. He picks up the crystal cross, and Allen notes how strange for it to be sitting on the floor.

Rabi places it on the counter top.

Rinali is still slumped, leaning on Miranda and Allen wonders if he is the only one to notice. There is silence. Were they waiting for something to happen? Was he supposed to say something?

He walks over to the girls and Rabi looks away, Miranda has her head down. Allen looks at both people before landing a comforting hand on Rinali's shoulder. "Rinali? Are you alright? Please, don't cry."

She immediately turns around to face him with red cheeks and watery glaring eyes. In her haste she leaves behind a white garment and the wind, like her movements, leaves the room. Allen breathes out slowly. The two remaining people in the room look at him critically and he is certain that he does not know why. He wants to go after her and yet he cannot move. She hasn't made such a reaction since the tower so he thought she was getting better. He didn't understand why when it came to Rinali he always managed to make situations worse.

He always managed to make her cry.

"Allen-kun is a bit oblivious." Miranda mutters.

"No, its idiocy. I'm sure of it." Rabi replies.

And suddenly he is being condemned. Wha- what was going on? He makes another move to the door and is stopped with Rabi's words.

"You should let it go now."

And there is a familiar sound of ticking and Allen turns around to see that the crystal cross that stood on the table is in shards sitting in a small puddle of blood. Drops stain the white table cloth and stone floor. There is kanji written in crimson and he is certain that it wasn't there before.

"I'm sorry. But Rinali-chan doesn't want to be seen in this manner."

He isn't fluent in Chinese so he couldn't possibly read the kanji which stained the cloth, but it doesn't take an idiot or Allen Walker much to deduce what it says.

"She's grieving, haven't you notice?"

"Of course I've noticed! She hasn't said a word since that day. But I-I don't understand this. . .It's not hopeless, I've said it before. I refuse, I refuse to believe it!" He grits his teeth and stomps out of the room.

Rabi holds out a hand and pulls Miranda up from the floor. "He's still such a child. How is he the savior that is prophesied? 'Destroyer of Time', his childishness may condemn us all."

She is quick to defend, taking offense to what a friend would say about the other. But she is slightly older so maybe she is feeling her time. "Don't say that. It is his hope which sets him apart. It is what you mistake for foolishness."

Rabi stays in the room afterward and stares out the window. "If that is hope then perhaps I am the foolish one and this is not the end." He lights some candles when Miranda exits. "Not yet anyway." He mutters in the darkness and to the blank sky is within the glass frame. "Destroyer of Time. . .What do you think of it gramps?"

There is no sound and Rabi struggles between a sad smile and an all out frown. He believes that there is conformation in the silence.


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