Just a little something I wrote a year ago. I am in a D Gray-Man mood nowadays and I like stories with Noah!Allen a lot, the Allen x Road pairing is also my personal favorite.
I have one more chapter already written, but I most likely won't continue this. I have a few other D Gray-Man stories sitting on my laptop, so if you wanna read them, tell me in a review or PM.
On another note, I wanted to answer a guest review from 'Compassion', in case those who read my other stories come here, they are not dead, I will update the three of them next month.
That's all I wanted to say. Hope you enjoy.
Tyki Mikk left quietly after having his tease pierce a hole in Allen's heart. Thus, nobody was there to see Allen's skin suddenly turn ashen, his eyes still wide open changed from silver to gold and his body shook slightly.
The Fourteenth Noah was inside the boy, and he wasn't happy at all. Allen was supposed to be the host to his memories, so he couldn't die, as a subhuman. Neah Walker instantly started to push his entrance into the boy's mind when he felt the Innocence's presence weaken considerably. That damn substance had kept him from beginning the transformation before. Moreover, Allen Walker was his nephew by adoption, Mana being Neah's brother and he wouldn't let his nephew die, host or not.
Immediately after the Noah of pleasure left, the Musician forced all of his memories into Allen's mind. He didn't have time to do it progressively, like it should be in order to reduce the pain it brought. The boy was in too much shock to feel anything anyway. He needed Allen to awaken his inner-Noah for the inherent regenerative powers to kick in.
He was too hasty though. The more potent and numerous Noah memories didn't integrate into its host's quietly. They litteraly overwrote and erased a huge chunk of Allen's own.
'Oh fuck me god.' Neah cursed as he realized that the few left that weren't from him were from Allen's first seven years of his life, before he met Mana.
'At least, he's alive.' He noted as the heart healed.
As Neah took over his nephew's body to move, he witnessed a final change. The curse on the left eye suddenly disappeared, he clearly felt it, and the hair's color changed from white to dark red, Allen's original. The Fourteenth sighed, it made some sort of sense if you really thought about it. For all intent and purpose, Allen Walker had ceased to exist. The boy was now back at being just 'Red', as he was called before Mana gave him a name.
Neah stood and walked out of the forest. He entered the small town devastated by Suman's fallen form and managed to find a bed relatively intact to lay Red's body. Neah receded into the mind, he had work to do. He had to organise the new memories into his nephew's mind as best as he could, so they could integrate it without totally erasing Red.
Red awoke slowly, keeping his eyes closed. He felt like shit and thought he must have turned insane. he dreamt about another person, during another time he knew he wasn't supposed to be able to imagine.
'You're not insane All... I mean Red.' He heard a voice in his head.
He shot up from the bed with a startle, his eyes flying open wide.
"I'm really turning barmy." Red told himself with incredulity.
'Nope, not yet at least. I'm Neah by the way.'
"Red." He felt compelled to answer as he gazed around, trying to find the source of the voice, but he had another shock when he didn't recognize his surroundings.
'I'm in your head yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're insane. It's gonna be hard to believe, but you actually lost your memories. You are fifteen right now.' Neah stated.
Red, looked down at himself. When he saw, or more importantly did not see, his left arm, he fainted on the spot. He woke up later to the feeling of someone shaking him gently. He opened his eyes and found a man with ashen skin, golden eyes and stigmatas on his forehead looking at him with concern.
This is how he met Neah Walker, the Fourteenth Noah.
His uncle, as he learned, was a very patient man, at least with Red. Explaining in details what had happened and why he didn't remember anything. He was told about the Innocence, the Black Order, the Earl, the Noah, the holy war and what had been his role in it with the help of his uncle's memories.
He wasn't just a freak working like a slave in a circus anymore. Apparently he had a family, the Noah clan, that he could join once the transformation ended, even if it was going to be difficult because of what Neah had done.
Red accepted everything surprisingly well. It threatened to overwhelm him multiple times during their talks, so he just stopped caring and did something awful, something that he would have never done in the past. He integrated everything Neah told him without doubting him. It had been in his nature and a necessity to doubt and be wary of anything and anyone for him in the past. But, in this instance, he felt he could trust the man. He was in his head after all. If he couldn't trust the voice in his head, he was completely screwed.
Red spent the next few days learning more important things from his uncle and undergoing the rest of the transformation. It was extremely painful but he managed to hold himself together through it all and, two days after their first meeting, Red became a full-fledged Noah. The new Fourteenth.
He didn't admit it to Neah, even if he probably knew it as he was in his mind, but he was really happy about it. For him, it meant he wasn't the scrawny and freaky boy everyone hated anymore. He was a Noah now, a powerful being, and he could defend himself.
He trained his new powers over dark matter and his new strength and agility. He also had to adapt to his 'new' body, as he had no recollection of ever growing up. Muscle memory helped a lot for that.
During the final transformation, the lump of his freaky arm still attached to his shoulder vanished, leaving him with nothing. That being said, he wasn't going to complain about it. Yes, he only had his right arm, but he didn't mind losing the Innocence. It had brought him only pain and sadness.