Hello, everyone! So this is my first multi-chapter fic ever. I'm so excited! If you have not done so, check out my other fic "My Precious Gift." Something to get some laughs at and such. This one will be centered mostly on Kanda, and how the Noah of Wrath is slowly taking over. This is also a thank you to the people who have read the other fic and have reviewed it! I was very happy at the feedback. It made me happy, and brought less doubt on my writing. A big thanks again! (You guys know who you are) Oh just a hint, Tyki isn't here. It centers on what Kanda is doing right now. Tyki will appear in the next chapter, I assure you.

Also, if it isn't obvious enough, Kanda is turning into the Noah of Wrath. I see those kind of fics where he turns into a Noah, just not a specific kind of Noah. Why the Memory of Wrath? A) He killed Skinn, B) -ahem- he is temperamental, and C) All others are taken, except for Wrath, since Skinn was the only who was truly 'killed' in the Ark.

Pairing: Tyki x Kanda, TyKan

Warnings: Yaoi, Cussing, Violence, Crazy!Kanda, OOC-ness, Maybe some Mature content later on.

Summary: A searing pain that even the lotus cannot heal, never leaving his sights even once. Marks...crosses over his forehead, a boding wrath that is stronger than his own will. A dark world, a vengeance, a hatred for the apostles of God...and the Innocence. A voice faintly whispers into his head, repeating the words over and over again like a never ending hourglass. "Never forgive the Innocence."

Disclaimer: I do not own -man. Katsura Hoshino owns it all.

Pain and Wrath

"Unghh...." A groan sounded across the dark-lit room, the early presence of the blinding sun coming through his broken window. Kanda sat up against the headboard of his bed, holding his head with one hand while the other was holding himself steady so as not to fall on the bed again. Not again. This seemed to happen a lot now, feeling troubling pain that seemed to throb in his head without an apparent reason. It felt as if a load of bricks weighed suddenly upon his too tired shoulders or just plain pain overcome in his body. He had asked the stupid Supervisor about this problem he was facing (not that he had admitted it was some kind of problem for him), though even the so-called Chief of the Science Division didn't know what was happening to him, apparently. Tch, what help that ass was.

There was also another problem that came along with this unforeseen pain. Whenever Kanda had the chance to train, he could feel drops of liquid drip down his face, and it sure wasn't sweat. It was a different color, had a different smell to it; blood. As weird as it had been, there was no wound on him anywhere on his head indicating any sort of injury. There was the faint trickle of pain throbbing in his head, but Kanda doubted that was what made blood appear. The Japanese man paid it no mind, seeing as it would have been healed by the lotus sooner or later anyway. Though he had to hope that it would not appear again, seeing as it was a waste for the lotus to use its healing powers for such a simple injury that even he wasn't aware of. It was like the plague following closely behind his tail.

The Japanese man got up from his place on the bed, dressing up in his usual exorcist attire before heading out of his room to get his usual serving of soba. It might even help weaken the pain a little bit, if he was lucky. Upon stepping to the canteen, the trickle of pain still evident on his head, he was glad to see that there was only a few people gathered, most of them Finders. Good, Kanda wasn't feeling up to handling those idiots (mainly Allen and Lavi) right about now, not with the stupid headache he has. Those troubles would only add up to this unwelcome pain, which was something Kanda does not want at the moment.

Ordering his usual tea and soba from Jerry, Kanda walked over to his usually empty table, settling himself down the chair and started eating. The silence was appreciating, but even with the soba in his system, the ever throbbing pain inside his head just wouldn't stop. It was irritating, so much so that Kanda just wanted to kill the next person who even lays a finger on him. Not even the tea was working. What is the stupid problem with this headache anyway?! Kanda mentally cursed to himself, though kept eating his meal in complete silence. The small chatter of Finders and the sizzling of the grill were the only things that actually produced any sound in the canteen.

After finishing his meal (which did not help at all), Kanda stood and dropped off his empty meal down by the counter. Turning to leave, Kanda passed all the people who had suddenly flooded into the canteen to get their usual serving of breakfast. Man, it suddenly got crowded in the room. What happened, some alarm woke up every single person in the Order? Huh, that would have been a show. Entering the halls, he decided that maybe getting more sleep would let the aching inside his head subside for a little while. Or better, it could rid him of this stupid pain altogether. Ah, that would have been better! At least, that was what Kanda had hoped for.

As he went deeper into the building, the amount of people lessened, going in the opposite direction as him. Of course, no one would be expected to go back to their own rooms, seeing that it was just the beginning of the long day. Locating his room out of all the others, Kanda went inside, closing the door behind him and locking it properly, laying down his bed in a very ungraceful way, not bothering to take off his exorcist attire. Heck, he was too tired as hell to even take them off. Not that he cared about sleeping with the clothes on.

Snuggling comfortably into the pillows, Kanda had tried to fade away from consciousness, though the pain still stung from inside his head.

"Everyone, it seems that our dear Noah of Wrath is starting to awaken."

Every Noah in the room turned to face the Millennium Earl, ceasing all chatter and noise to hear what he had to say. It was rather good process, so to speak. First, they had found out that Allen Walker is the fourteenth himself, so it wouldn't take much to drag the boy over to their side. Now, after almost all the Noah had been gathered, the Noah of Wrath is starting to awaken. It is rather soon for him to have awakened, but that was not really much of a problem for them. In fact, it was a good thing. They had to admit, it is rather convenient that almost everyone is present in this war.

"Ne, Earl, when are we going to meet him?" Road was the first to break the silence, hugging the Millennium Earl by the neck, a twisted grin plastered on her face. She was curious as to who or how the new Noah would supposedly act towards all this. Skin had been a puppet to those powerful emotions, even if he had struggled greatly against it. Not that it would change; the memory of Wrath is a great deal to handle, even for one with such a powerful will.

"Soon, Road. Seems that the boy is trying to resist." The Earl responded, drinking his cup of tea down in one sip (how can he with the teeth blocking the way?!).

"Eh...Do you know who he is?"

"Well, all I know it's an exorcist,"

With what the Earl said, every single Noah in the room gaped at him, not able to believe their ears. Well, there was the thing with Allen Walker holding the Innocence and the Memory of the Musician, so there was a possibility of the new Noah being one too. Though that happening was a fairly slim chance, almost close to zero because of the Innocence obstructing for the memory to fully come inside the person. Must be why the process is taking some time, despite for the guy to have such a strong will.

"Do not worry everyone. Our dear Noah of Wrath would surely come." The Millennium Earl assured everyone; sure that even one such as Allen Walker would come to their side soon. Though he had to admit, his brother still needs to learn some manners.

A dark world, weeping souls that are lost in the lonely world for all eternity. Bones, dozens of them covering the ground, barely any visible traces of the earth underneath. The arms outstretched to the sky, as if wanting to reach up and grab anything that stumbles upon it and make it plummet down to the dark abyss below. The fires roared with a burning rage, a hellish color masking upon the endless pit of despair, souls of the lost entering the hellfire. Amidst the dark world, there was laughter. A sinister figure clad in a black robe, lifeless bodies and slithering snakes surrounding under the figure's hidden feet, though he looked to be floating in midair rather than touching the ground.

"Never forgive. Never forgive." That voice, annoying as it was, kept repeating those same words over and over again, chanting them like an endless, toneless music.

"Stop!" Kanda yelled to that annoying voice, holding his head with hands as if to control the overcoming pain that throbbed in his head. Damn it, what is this place anyway?! It looked to be some sort of living Hell, or it could be hell itself, not that he would know of such. Even though he strained his voice to yell at the jerk that kept laughing and chanting those damn words, he did not stop on bit. It seemed to ring out more into his ears, getting louder by the second.

"No matter what, never forgive!" [1]

"Stop it!"

Kanda woke up with a start, sweat dripping at the contours of his pale face, breathing a bit ragged as if he had just fought dozens of Level 4's. Chest heaving, Kanda looked around his room, dark blue orbs scanning the place. Hm, seems that nothing was wrong or out of place.

"What the hell...." The Japanese man muttered, holding his aching head with his right hand for what felt like the 100th time this day. When will the pain ever stop?! There was one thing Kanda had noticed was different. When he had felt his forehead, he had froze almost immediately. There was something on his temple, like some sort of mark or scar. In fact, the marks were lined up along his head in a straight row. Jumping out of his bed in an almost inhumane speed, Kanda ran over to the bathroom in his room, wanting to get a look in the mirror to see what the fuck is going on. Though when he looked over at the mirror, his eyes were wide and filled with evident shock in them at what the mirror had shown instead of his own reflection.

There was a figure clad in white, like a shadow that has only changed its color. There was a line on its head, showing rows of teeth that were directed at the male, a dark smile upon those lips. "What the fuck?!" was Kanda's immediate reaction to that, not knowing what the hell is going on or what that thing was supposed to be. [2]

"Never forgive. Never forgive. Never...Never....Never...Forgive..." The reflection started chanting those words, which was the same in the dream, getting louder and louder by each passing minute. Kanda contemplated about shattering the mirror into tiny little pieces. But then, the simple act wouldn't accomplish anything. Well, maybe to get that thing to stop saying those words.

Deciding to act on instincts, Kanda was about to shatter the annoying mirror, before a knock on his room door resounded through the thick walls, almost unnoticeable with the figure chanting the same thing over and over again. Though hard to believe, Kanda managed to pick up the sound and stopped his fist from connecting with the glass, muttering incoherent things in Japanese about how stupid this situation was and how foolish of a person that had knocked on his door is. Leaving the bathroom (oh good, it stopped) and down to his door, Kanda glared at it with so much force that it might burn into hellfire and drop down into nothing but ashes. Deciding to kill the person who so rudely interrupted him, Kanda grinned menacingly at the thought and opened the door just a bit, peering out the door to see who the unlucky victim is for the day. At seeing said person, the Japanese man had prompted to grab Mugen and chop off that old man hair of the fucking moyashi. Yup, it was the same old man hair, all right.

Oh how great. Maybe the boy would be a good target to vent his anger on.

Allen, seeing the door slightly ajar and Kanda's fierce glare from behind the darkness, laughed nervously and waved his gloved hand nonchalantly. The latter glared harder and fiercer, making a small "che" sound out of pure irritation. "What the hell do you want, moyashi?!" Kanda asked, voice sounding rather tired, even though he tried his best to sound as angry as possible with his condition.

"It's Allen! I came to inform you that Komui-san wanted to see you in his office. He said that he has a mission for you," The albino responded with a firm tone, noticing that the older male was constantly hiding himself amongst the vast darkness inside his room. The only visible sight of him was a singular blue eye that shone under the dim lighting, but other than that, it was covered with a never-ending darkness. Was there some problem with Kanda today?

"Che. I'll go later." The Japanese man responded. He was about to close the door when a gloved hand came and held the wood firmly between lithe fingers. Kanda raised a delicate eyebrow at that. What's bugging the moyashi?

"But Komui-san said..."Allen began, and then froze when he had managed to open the door fully, exposing the older male in front of him. Now he knew the reason why the latter didn't want to even come out of his room. "K-Kanda..."

The said male raised an eyebrow, wondering what spooked the moyashi all of a sudden. "What's bugging you, moyashi?"

"Umm...y-your head...t-there is the..."

"Hurry the hell up and say it!" Kanda yelled impatiently, feeling the throb on his head come back full force. Damn, the stupid Brit isn't helping the situation one bit.

"The stigmata!" Allen put away all his shock and tried to get some sense into Kanda, glad that no one currently occupied the halls. It would cause quite an uproar in the Order if someone ever knew about...this. Pointing a finger to show what he meant, the albino was staring at the bleeding crosses that lined across the other's forehead. It looked like a stigmata, all right. But Allen had to wonder, why was Kanda turning into a Noah? Of course, he had tried to suppress the Noah inside him, but heck, Kanda had changed rather quickly. There were moments where he loses control to the 14th, but the crosses haven't even appeared in any part of his body!

The said male touched his temple again, feeling a sort of liquid mixed in with the marks he had felt earlier. Noticing the meaning behind the moyashi's words, Kanda's eyes went impossibly wide, not believing what is occurring to his body. That figure...just what is that thing in the mirror anyway?! "Fuck! What the hell is happening?!" The long-haired male continued his rant, occasionally switching from English to Japanese within a sentence. Most of what he said was colorful curse words, the other quarter was something about the Noah, though most were in Japanese.

"Calm down, Kanda! Let's not worry about this right now. Look, just wash your face and wrap it with bandages. Komui-san needs to see you now for the mission." Allen said in a hurry, receiving a glare in return. What, he was only trying to help! What an ungrateful arse Kanda sure is.

"Che. I can take care of this." Without giving the latter any time to response, Kanda shut the door and promptly walked back to the bathroom, glad to see that he was seeing his reflection again. That mood seemed to lessen with the appearance of the stigmata on his forehead. Hn, the moyashi was right. Question is, what had prompted something like this to happen to him? He wasn't even related to a fucking Noah in any way! Well, there was the time where he had killed off what's his face, but is that really a connection? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Whatever the case, he had to find out what is wrong with his body. Oh and the mission. Right...

Cleaning off the dried blood on his head, Kanda took some clean bandages inside the drawer and wrapped it around the marks, seeing at it covered them pretty well. Ah, he would have an excuse for such an obvious thing such as this. Head injury? It's possible. He'll convince the stupid Supervisor that he had cut himself a bit deep in the forehead while training and it needed to take some time to heal. He could just take it off during the mission, so there was no problem with that. The Japanese man gave a very irritated sigh. That baka usagi was really the lucky bastard right now, since that stupid bandana of his could hide these stupid marks any day.

Grabbing Mugen and positioning it around his waist, Kanda opened the door and walked out to the halls of the Order, heading for Komui's office to get his mission and be done with it. The halls were noisy and mostly crowded, filled with Finders chatting away with each other. What time was it anyway? He hadn't bothered checking the time, since he was in a hurry to get to his mission briefing, plus with all the shit with that thing in his mirror, the moyashi, and the stigmata.

Kanda had a sinking feeling everything was going to go wrong today. Of course, there was always something wrong happening if one is an exorcist, but today just might see the formation of a whole other problem. Great, as if the problems aren't piling up for the exorcists at the moment.

I had to leave it at that, since if I don't, then it would be a bit more longer. But then, I'm too lazy to continue it. Ah, the Noah part was kind of random....couldn't really find a chance to squeeze Tyki in there, for some unknown reason. A bit rushed too...

1. I went to the official English translation of Noah's Memory, so I don't know if what the figure thing said was the exact same thing. I was too lazy to check the ones online.

2. If you don't know what it is, refer to chapter 96 of the manga, part of Noah's Memory where it shows Skinn's past. He was in the bathroom while that big...white thing was being reflected in the mirror.

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