A/n: This story was once a one shot then became more. Somehow it became over the top and sometimes a bit ridiculous but then again this is a story that's pushing many boundries and seeing how far my imagination can take me. I apologize if you see mary sueness and I'm sure its all quite there but this is a story I rather like it. This story again I think is more of a rather emotional high then it is a real story. However I apologize for the mary sueness you may encounter here in but then again this my first time doing an over the top story and something I've come to appreciate which I hope you will as well 83

all chapters have been edited and fixed! Let the craziness begin! I own nothing w

"Once there was a dream. This Dream was in love with a Musician who was hunted. Together these two souls became entwined but for unknown reasons the Dream was cast aside and locked into the Musician's piano where she slept. Now a child comes forward and to stop a cataclysmic event played the lullaby of his soul. Hearing this song the Dream sang and in this way a disaster was avoided and yet, sadly, that was only the beginning."

-Tales of a Dream: The Dark Truth

Leverrier was a name that tasted foul in one's mouth. He no doubt lived up to the foul taste of his name standing tall and proud with shoulders back. A hairstyle that was combed and parted with a mini rectangular mustache if this man was compared to today's history one might say he resembled Adolf Hitler but this man was maybe not as dangerous but he was just as smart and as deadly. Sitting before him was a child, no older 16 with hair white as freshly fallen snow with a curse mark of dull red in the shape of an upside down star and a jagged line sliced through the pupil and stopped under the eye. He was bloodied, brusied and chained unable to move. The man before him smirked in a dark, humorless way as the whip rested tamely by his side.

"I asked you if it is true you are the 14th! Now answer me boy or we shall switch to more convient methods." He said, voice silver as his wit.

This boy, Allen Walker, was the host for the 14th's memories and one day will cease to be when he takes over. It is at this time he knew the final battle will take place but he did not want to believe this and wished dearly that God would spare him. His whole life was a lie! A complete and utter fucking lie. Cross's "suicide" had effected Allen deeply as with the news he presented but until Leverrier got the truth from Allen's mouth he would not let him go.

"I am…Allen Walker. I am not the 14th! I am his host and be it as is I will not let myself become a Noah I will continue to fight and even if I were to be a Noah I would fight still!"

"But Noah and innocence can not touch so how will keep that promise? Whose to say if you defeat the Earl you would not turn on us?"

"Would I be risking my life fighting off level fours if that were the case?! What the hell is wrong with you!" A slap echoed in the room, causing Allen's head to snap to the side violently.

Somewhere deep in his mind the 14th stirred and with a gentle tune swimming through Allen's head the 14th pulled him from control and seeing his chance took over the body. The added 3 inches and wilder hair went unnoticed by the man who tortured him, but not to the man known as Link who was ordered to shock their victim. His scream, though painful and raw was filled with a musical quality that sent shivers down the Hitler clone's spine. The pain receded and the man collapsed, held by the chains extending from the ceiling keeping from falling to his knees. His stomach muscles convulsed as what looked to be blood and bile escaped from his mouth. The shock of his body and the wounds were causing him to loose control. Even though Allen would not feel pain the 14th would and he did not mind as long as it meant him to be safe for the time being. Leverrier frowned distainfully before looking to Link.

"Take him to his room, heal his wounds but only so they are not a bother. We will resume questioning tomorrow." And then he left, leaving Link with a convulsing and beaten body. Gently and with great care he removed the body.

"Leverre is not as observant…you took over, 14th."

"Allen does not…deserve…to be punished. This is..my fault the least…I-I can do…protect…" even like this the 14th's charisma and tone quality could not be denied and Link frowned.

"I hope you have a high tolerance, 14th. I really like Walker."

As he was carried back to his room Link set about healing the major wounds to a degree where he could stich them. Once he was out of danger for the time being he turned and left. From the darkness of the room the 14th thought it had been a long time since he took a body and this boy, Mana's son, his nephew was in this position because of him. Sighing gently he hummed the lullaby used to stop the Ark, the same song that brought Allen to this situation the same song his Dream would sing to him and somewhere deep in the Ark's rooms lay a hidden door. In this door was a lone piano and in this instrument was the spirit of the lost Dream. Its about time he did something that should have been done far to long ago after the Ark's download was stopped.

As it was Link's words were not in vain because for the next month Allen ceased to be as the 14th, mimicking Allen took this punishment as his way of atonement. Hopefully he would be able to see the end to this war and maybe…just maybe…be able to see Allen smile from the bottom of his heart.

A/n: Revised. Hope it makes more sense :'D