A/N: Ok guys. I've been inspired. By papa!Earl fanfictions! Oh man. I've fallen in to a deep hole haven't I? Ha ha.
Summary: The Millennium Earl has a son named Allen. They all lived happily together with all of the Noah, but one day Allen was kidnapped on an outing that the Earl and his son were having. After having his memories sealed away at the tender age of five, the young boy runs away from his kidnapper, after assuming his parents sold him, and lives on the streets. Will the two ever be reunited without wanting to kill each other?
Warning: Spoilers (Literally from here on out), Slight AU: Mana not the Earl, Neah dies right as Allen is born, many other things, weirdness, OOC, possible OCs, and alcohol abuse.
EARL POV
Allen: age 5
A little boy ran through the room in which I was working in. My telephones were strewn about in an orderly fashion and my rocking chair was in the middle of the room. I was working on a scarf for said boy so he could stay warm in the frigid weather that would soon be upon us. I chuckled as he jumped in front of my chair with a huge smile on his face.
"Papa! Papa!" he cried out for my attention. He started to crawl in to my lap after he saw me place my knitting to the side. I picked him up and placed him in my lap.
"Yes my Allen?" I answer, brushing back his unruly red-brown locks to see his ecstatic filled eyes.
"Can you tell me about mama?" His question makes me fault, and I guess he senses my unease because he follows with, "If you want to that is!"
"It's fine. It's about time I told you about her," I start, a little sadness slipping in to my voice at remembering my beautiful lover. "Your mama was the most beautiful, kind person I had ever met. She even tamed the Bonds's former hosts when she met them. For years the house seemed peaceful with no explosions or pranks being pulled. I do love a good prank every now and then, but the repairs that needed to be done afterward were not easy tasks.
"But we are getting off topic. She reminded me of the setting sun. Her hair a deep orange, her lips a beautiful shade of red, but her eyes are what really pulled me in. Those silver eyes that had a spark in them that never ceased. Her pale skin as white as snow. She cared for everyone, including the Akuma. She talked to them like they were ordinary people, even after she found out what Akuma were made of. She treated them as equals."
"She sounds really nice, Papa." Allen curled up to me and listened intently to what I had to say.
"Yes, she was nice. She loved gardening. Her and Darian, Desire's previous host, put together that beautiful garden that he has at his house about six years ago. She also liked sweets, so her, Road, and Charlie, Wrath's previous host, would go out every once in a while to a candy store and bring home a plethora of sweets that they would much on until they were full. She adored cats so her and Lulubell got along swimmingly." I felt a tear drip down my face, my gold eyes misty. Allen looked up as he felt the tear drop on to his head.
"Papa, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry. We can talk about something else!" Allen shouted as he rubbed at my tears.
"It's ok, my son. I want to tell you about her. Would you like to see a picture of her?" He nodded his head hard. I chuckled and held my hand out and summoned a photo-book. I point to the first photo with me and his mother. "This is a picture of our first date. Darian insisted on taking our picture. They finally convinced me after several minutes of pleading." I was in my human form with a huge smile and blush on my cheeks. I had dark brown, almost black, curly hair, gray eyes, and slightly tanned skin.
"Where did you two go?" the curious boy questioned, gazing at the photo with longing, just as I was.
"We went to a little café in Paris, France where your mother is from. We had a nice cup of tea and lots and lots of sweets. I think you might have gotten your appetite from her," I chuckled out as I watched him pout.
"I think you said it was from my Innocence?" he questioned, but regretted it immediately as he saw me flinch at the word. "I'm sorry daddy…"
"It's not your fault-," I started, but was swiftly cut of by him.
"But it is! 'Cause I have this stupid Innocence mama died… It's all my fault!" He jumped off of my lap and ran as fast as he could, which was astonishing for a little five year old boy to run at the same speed as a full grown man.
I sighed and closed the photo-book. I make it disappear once more just before Road skips in, but pauses at the door.
"You told him, didn't you," she stated from the doorway.
"Yes, but how did he know it was the Innocence the complicated things? I don't remember telling him that. Do you know?" I interrogated the short girl.
"He might have overheard it. He's a smart kid, Millennie. He would have found out even if you tried to burry it."
"What am I going to say to him? He's all upset now. Should I take him out to ice cream?"
"I'll talk to him. You just stay here, ok? Knit some more. I swear Allen will never stop growing," she chuckles as she leaves.
"That is true…" I think to myself.
I delve back in to my memories as I continued knitting to that night. That cool, summer night that more than half the clan perished, as had my beautiful Clara (1). Neah, the previous and so far only host for the 14th Noah, the Noah of Destruction, was captured, tortured and made to murder us. He almost got away with it too, but he did not kill Road, Lulubell, and I survived. I did not know he was under control of the wretched independent Innocence, Apocrophys. If I would have known… things would have ended up different. I didn't know until his dying breath.
****FLASHBACK****
He beckoned me over to his dying form and breathed his last words with tears streaming down his face, "I'm sorry this had to happen. I was possessed by Apocrophys, so I had no control of myself. Take care of the clan. I'm sorry I did not live long enough to see your child. I love you all." After muttering those last words, he passed. I soon received word from an Akuma that Clara was in labor and that the baby would be delivered soon. I quickly changed in to my human form.
I got there as fast as I could, but I was too late. My son had been born, but took the life of the only women I had ever loved like a wife. I did not even get a chance to get to marry her. I fingered the box that had the ring in it. I was going to propose soon.
I sat by her still form just gazing at the sheet they had placed over her.
"Sir?" I look up at the woman who had spoken. She had a clipboard and a lab coat on, her serious face gazing at me in judgment to continue on. I nod for her to go on. "We would like to tell you the condition of your son." At this my eyes widened. Condition? What could she mean? She pulls up the other chair next to mine and sits. "Your son's left arm is deformed and has a glowing green cross in it. The cross is something that we have never seen before."
She was interrupted by a knock on the door. Another woman in a nurse's dress walks in with a bundle in her arms. "I am sorry to interrupt, but we have cleaned up the boy, and were wondering if you would like to hold him?"
"Yes! Of course, bring him over," I plead, motion for the nurse to bring me my son. Silver eyes blinking up at me, and a gurgle came from him making me chuckle.
"He's yet to be named sir. What would like to name him?"
I quickly glance at the doctor, then to the nurse, and back again at my son. "Allen… I want his name to be Allen Lark (2) Millennium."
"Excellent. Allen Lark Millennium, born July 29th, 1830 at 1835. Congratulations and my condolences sir."
"Thank you…" I trail off looking back to my once lively lover.
"Sir, before I go and check up on my other patients, I would like to tell you one more thing. Your sons deformed arm is and may stay paralyzed if not given the proper therapy. When you take him home, please exercise it daily. Understood?" I nod my head in agreement. "Try and have a nice day, sir."
After the door closes, I let the tears fall. I've cried so much today. I've lost so many family members, and the love of my life, all in one day. I look back to my child and take a look at his red, deformed arm. It's just as I feared. Innocence.
"Damn you, God. You probably think this is so entertaining," I mumble. I tuck him in to myself. I will never abandon this child. Never. I will love him no matter what. My Allen.
****FLASHBACK END****
Allen soon met Cross, Mana, Lulubell, and Road. They all took an immediate liking to him even with his Innocence. Neah's death took a toll on Mana, and he lost a part of his sanity with it. He was still a caring person and loved my son. He cried a little at his middle name. Both in memory of Clara and Neah, who both loved music. Cross acted like he didn't care, but I could tell that he was somewhat interested in the boy. Lulubell and Road took an immediate liking to him. Road claiming that he would be destined for great things.
I made a window appear in the dark space so I could gaze out of it. The sun is setting, so it should be Allen's bedtime soon. The summer days were so long, it's easy to forget the time.
I knock on Allen's door and enter at his cue. "Papa… I'm sorry for what I did… I shouldn't have shouted at you. I love you, Papa," he cried, hastily wiping his tears off his face. I rush over to his side and rub his head.
"It's alright, Allen. I just want you to know it was not your fault. There were unforeseen complications. I miss her dearly, but I am glad to have you here with me. I love you too, Allen dear," I reply to his choked sobs. "Now try this on. Papa works hard on the things he makes for you." I place the scarf in his hands and he giggles.
"Yes Papa." He wraps the dark gray scarf around his neck. "I like this one Papa. It's nice and soft and comfy!"
"I'm glad you like it." I take it off him and place it in his closet with his other winter attire. "Now, I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it Papa?" the boy nervously asked, lying down in his bed.
"I want you to keep this song with you at all times. I want you to learn it, and when you memorize it and are able to play it on the piano I want you to perform for me." His eyes light up with ecstasy over the challenge of learning a new song. I hand him the pieces of paper with the score on it.
"Ok Papa! I'll work on it tomorrow after our trip in to town!" he shouted, excitedly grabbing the music and looking it over. After a while his eyelids begin to droop with exhaustion.
I laugh slightly and take back the papers and set them on his nightstand. "Go to sleep, Allen. I will see you in the morning for our outing. Get a good nights rest. I love you."
"Ni' Papa. Love you too. But can you sing me a song?"
"Sure, son.
So the little infant fell into a deep sleep.
Among the grey ashes in the flames shining...First one, then two ...
Surfaces numerous of your faces
A thousand dreams trickle back to the earth
On the night when the silver eyes were trembling, the shining you was born
Across millions of years,the prayers have already returned back to the earth
I will still continue to pray
Please bestow upon this child your love
Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss
So the little infant fell into a deep sleep.
Among the grey ashes in the flames shining...First one,then two ...
Surfaces numerous of your faces
A thousand dreams trickle back to the earth
On the night when the silver eyes were trembling, the shining you was born
Across millions of years,the prayers have already returned back to the earth
I will still continue to pray
Please bestow upon this child your love
Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss
I will still continue to pray
Please bestow upon this child your love
Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss
With that Allen fell asleep. I kiss his forehead and blow out the candle on the stand.
?-?-?-? Next day~
"Now Allen, stay here for a second while I grab us some Lunch time ice cream! What would you like?" I question the boy with a wide smile on my face.
"Surprise me, Papa!" he shouted as he took a seat on the bench in front of the parlor. He took out the sheet music to study carefully.
"Alright. I'll be back out in a minute."
-/-/-/-/ Five minutes later -/-/-/-/-/
"I'm sorry it took longer than expe-," I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw an empty bench. I look frantically back and forth, up and down the almost deserted street. I drop the cones and start searching. "Allen! Allen, where are you?!" I then look down an alley and my eyes widen at the sight of all the blood, but there was no Allen. "SHIT!"
Some poor Akuma then walked up to me and I immediately made it search the area for Allen, as well as many others in the town.
After hours of searching throughout London, we could not find a trace of Allen anywhere besides the pool of blood in the alleyway.
I made a couple Akuma blow up in my despair. I've lost the two people I care about the most in such a short period of time. I can't believe it. With all that blood, he has to be dead, but I continue the search for two more years before giving up hope. My son is gone.
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A/N: So what do you guys think? I do not know. I'm having fun so far, but I do not have a child of my own, so I'm just going off of what I see with my cousins. Sorry Earl! I know I'm mean. Review Please? And tell me what song you want the piece to be! I do not want it to be the melody, that's all. 3 you all!
I looked up popular French names of the 19th Century and that's one of them.
I looked up boy names that meant music & it led me to some creepy ass site. "English unisex name derived from the vocabulary word, from Old English lawcere, meaning "song-bird."