Hello My Dears~ Welcome to the new story- technically it's an old story with a new spin put on it. Here is This Secret Of Ours: The Rewrite. I hope you enjoy~

This Secret Of Ours: The Rewrite

Chapter 1 - Secrets and Lies

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A secret better kept hidden

Tucked away from the light of day

Tell someone? Surely forbidden

And so a secret it must stay

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A lie told until the days have ended

And there's a heart without a beat

Because that trust would never be mended

If they saw the bitter in the sweet

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~XoX~

Allen stood her ground with a fierce determination, her silver-blue eyes locked onto those of the man before her, glaring cold daggers into the gold irises that glowed with glee and amusement. He was dressed impeccably –a pristine black suit and white shirt, top hat, curly hair pinned back to keep the dark locks from falling over his face. A cigarette hung loosely from between his lips, and Allen had to scowl at that; it was honestly disgusting that he could smoke that thing. If they tasted as bad as they smelled… Ugh, it was filthy. And it reminded her of her damned alcoholic of a Master, who left that scent everywhere.

Allen lifted her chin just slightly, arm activated by her side as she let her eyes wander for less than a second, taking in the dark, cobbled alleyway that surrounded them, bathing them both in shadows. This stupid town and all of its alleyways… It couldn't have happened to anyone else, could it?

Allen's lip twitched in annoyance as the Noah smirked haughtily, voice lined with pleasure. "How are you, girl? It's been a long time, wouldn't you agree?"

"The more time I don't see you or any of your vile family members, the better," she snapped back, not in the mood–was there ever a mood for it?–to put up with his games. Her silver eyes snapped to the barely visible black crosses lining his brow, counting the seven of them in turn, an upsurge of repugnance filling her as she labelled off the number of each cross, from one to seven. She'd found herself doing that before; she'd count all of the Noah's stigmata, and in turn she became more and more furious with them, for what they had done, for the abominations they were.

Tyki faked a look of hurt, but his ever-present smirk and predatory eyes gave away the charade before it had even begun. "Ouch, girl," he scoffed, smirk only stretching wider on his horrid face. "I'm offended. And how would poor Road feel?"

Allen nearly laughed, and instead let a little, bitter giggle slip from between her thin lips, thinking of when she'd met the spiky-haired, irritating little girl in the Rewinding Town. She replied, voice snarky. "What, you mean Road as the one who gouged my eye with a candle? Convincing, Mikk." Allen felt every muscle in her body ready itself for battle as the Noah simply shifted his weight, her left arm rising slightly to cover her exposed body and protect her from any attack that could happen.

"Edgy, aren't we?" Tyki teased, Allen infuriated by that trademark smirk that never seemed to leave his lips, watching as he took a drag from the cigarette between his lips before tossing it to the ground, taking a step closer to the fuming Exorcist and crushing the butt underfoot. "Are you frightened, girl? You look frightened."

Allen let a short burst of nasty laughter leave her lips, never breaking her gaze away from the Noah's. "You wish." Her silver eyes flashed with fortitude. They had told her this would be a 'simple mission'; never did she expect a visit from the Noah she had ascertained that she hated most. She didn't back down from his challenge, even as he stepped even closer, a small black butterfly merging from the palm of his hand and fluttering it's patterned wings, resting on his fingertips as he held up his hand.

"No, I wish you'd give up on hiding that damn secret, girl. You hurt me, you know?" His grin was truly the most infuriating thing she'd ever seen.

Allen scowled– of course he'd bring that up.

~XoX~

Allen wasn't sure whether it was horror or fury that pierced her core at hearing that voice.

"Well, well. Don't you look nice?"

That bastard, she hissed inwardly, what felt like warmth–a blush, she supposed–spreading across her cheeks in mortification and anger. She kept her head ducked and stayed turned away as she slipped her shirt back on and buttoned it faster than she probably ever had before, not caring if any of them were mismatched as she whirled around to face the voice that had spoken.

Innocence, activate!

She swung her clawed left hand at him furiously, and it was to be expected that the Noah jumped back with a quantity of grace Allen envied and coveted, lips peeling away from her teeth in a vehement snarl as she stared at the Noah–who was dressed flawlessly, as usual, but without the top hat–with silver orbs that had been iced over with a bitter frost at knowing that now he knew.

"Get out," she growled out through her tightly gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard it was beginning to ache. "Or I will kill you." Her left arm glowed in warning, but the Noah only chucked at her.

"I just complimented you, girl. Show a little respect." He huffed as though extremely offended by her behaviour, and Allen only glared knives at him in return.

"A compliment?" she snapped back, seething, her right hand clenching and unclenching in antagonism. "A compliment?! You snuck into my room and literally just stood there and watched me change, you sick pervert!" Of course, he hadn't seen everything, he'd piped up before that. She'd only removed her shirt, and still had her chest binding on, but even without the chest binding the smooth expanse of her back and the curve of her hips was enough to give her away.

Tyki completely skimmed over her comment, continuing to speak in a lazy manner as though they were just continuing a conversation rather than her fuming in anger and threatening him. "You're very clever, girl," he drawled indolently, driving Allen to the edge of seeing red at overemphasising the use of girl every time he said it. "To think, you've kept such a huge secret hidden… It'd be a shame…"

Allen could already see where this was going. She growled and began to stalk towards him, arm reverting back to its normal form, knowing the perverted bastard couldn't pass through her Innocence like he did everything else. He'd never really told her, but it wasn't that hard to put the pieces together when he dodged every weapon of Innocence that came his way, but would never duck out of the way of a fist or foot, and instead he would just let it pass straight through him. It was very unnerving to see something supposedly solid pass through flesh and bone like it were a mere phantom.

"…if someone…"

Allen only got closer, only a few feet away from the bastard now, who seemed to be caught in his musing or unaware of her threat. Well, she would give him something he didn't expect.

"…ratted you out…"

THUD.

Allen's left hand met Tyki's grey cheek in a hard slap, hard enough to snap his head to the side and leave an angry mark on his cheek. He turned his head back to gaze at her with dumfounded eyes, blinking sluggishly as he raised his gloved fingers to his cheek, pressing them over the mark.

All at once his eyes lit up with realization and wrath, his golden irises sparking brighter and blazing with amber flames as he glowered down at her. "Who the hell do you think you are, girl?"

His voice was so dark and lined with such a deadly dose of poison that Allen had to physically fight away the urge to shrink back. His hand shot out, and she found herself lifted from the ground by her collar, his fingers curled into a fist around the white material and holding her at arm's length away.

Allen still didn't back down despite the obvious threat, glaring at him with as much courage as she could muster up, mentally calling to her Innocence to activate. She spoke her words in a low, soft tone as her arms shifted, green flashes moving along the red skin and turning it into a large, clawed hand. "I'm an Exorcist."

Tyki was smart enough to release her then–and by release she meant that he quite literally threw her to the other side of the room, her back smashing into the wall and knocking the air from her lungs. But despite that she stood firm and tall, arm readied. Tyki began to advance toward her with light footsteps, fuelled by the sadistic intent to harm her and tear out her organs while she screamed, a ball of purple light forming in the palm of his hand…

Before he stopped.

Allen blinked as he seemed to instead think, and after her initial confusion passed she moved to lunge at him, but he slipped straight through the floor with that vexing ability of his, leaving her standing where he had been seconds ago and growling crossly, exasperated. His voice rang out through the room, and it only made Allen's fury spike, her face red with anger and her heart pounding painfully with the adrenaline that laced through her veins and made her muscles twitch and chest constrict.

"I'm not going to kill you, girl. Be grateful. You know I could. But I'll be back." His dark chuckle echoed throughout the now near-empty room, save for the Exorcist standing in the middle–barefoot on the wooden floor–and a bedside table, dresser, small desk and bed. "I'll be back," he drawled again, and Allen could hear the malice and glee in his voice. "Be on your guard, Exorcist Girl."

Allen didn't move from her spot for several minutes, nor did she revoke her Innocence. After a while she was a little more eased about believing she was safe. She wasn't completely assuming that she was out of trouble, but for now she believed she was okay. She looked up, sighing; Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

~XoX~

Allen twitched slightly at that infuriating smirk on his face, wanting to slap it off just like she had that time when he had found out her secret. Whether he had told or not, she didn't know, and she didn't think just asking was quite in order. She remembered the Noah's recent words, repeating them in her head–You hurt me, you know?

"I know I hurt you," Allen sneered, watching him slowly get step after step closer, muscles coiled tightly and quivering with the energy that could be released into the effort of killing this bastard. "That was kind of the point. Didn't that get through to your dim-witted mind?" What had gotten into her? What was it about this pervert that made her act this way? She almost felt guilty, as though she were trying to hide an emotion by smothering it with hate.

Tyki's haunting golden eyes flashed a clear warning sign. "Watch where you step, girl. Wouldn't want something bad to happen."

Allen waited for him to get closer, suddenly crouching a little before springing toward him, still envious of the smooth way he moved out of the way of her attack, his smile stretching beyond human limits as he let himself phase straight through the ground, Allen feeling a quick flutter of panic seize her heart before she forced it back to wherever it came from, closing her eyes and calming herself, knowing his presence would register if she concentrated.

She kept focusing, ignoring his baritone voice as he called out taunts to try and make her lose focus. But she ignored the nag of his voice at her mind, trying to tug her knowledge away, slowly gaining on a presence…

Right.

~XoX~

Tyki decided he would make his attack when the taunts and threats he threw the Exorcist's way didn't work as he had hoped. It was disappointing, really. He'd even chucked in a few graphic descriptions, and still no reaction. He phased through the stone wall to the Exorcist's right, not going for the left because it was right where her parasitic arm was and not attacking from behind either because it was much too obvious.

Despite his efforts, she still seemed to know exactly where he was as soon as he left the wall, her gleaming silver eyes snapping open as she whirled to face him, her short white locks flowing around her head with the motion. Her left arm rose to block his blast of purple dark matter, which it effectively did, but Tyki wouldn't give up at something so simple. Far from. He only got closer and closer with every hit she deflected or dodged, cleverly aiming them to shift her attention before darting closer, eventually getting to the point where they were close enough to break into a full-out fight of hand-to-hand, which he knew Allen wasn't quite properly equipped for, especially since her Innocence wasn't nearly levelled up enough to properly fight a Noah.

The girl's determination was admirable though. She dodged his flurry of punches with a practiced fluency gained through experience and training, but he was faster than her slow swing of that clawed arm. She wouldn't take him by surprise that easily.

But he could.

He sent another bout of punches straight towards her, darting close enough for her breath to breeze across his face and the heat of her body to be registered by his skin, and he smirked as he managed to just clip her jaw with a well-aimed strike, which in turn gave him enough time to introduce his foot to her hard, muscled stomach, the strong kick sending her flying back to collide with the cobbled wall behind her with a loud thud and a crack–probably a rib or something. She slid down the wall, coughing and gasping for the air that had been forced out of her lungs by the force she had hit the wall with, and he could catch a glimpse of the crimson liquid flowing down her chin from the corner of her mouth.

With menacing footsteps he advanced upon her, leaning forward slightly so he towered over her petite form, eyes smouldering with satisfaction at seeing her hunched over, coughing and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath and clutching her ribs. This was too easy. The Exorcist kicked out a leg in a low sweep, her foot simply passing straight through him without any damage or effect. She was that desperate. It was pitiful.

"I pity you, girl." He watched as Allen's head snapped up at his words, giving him perfect view of that small, pale face, thin lips a blotchy red and chin stained with blood, eyes the colour of mercury narrowed and darkened as she glared at him. "You're just a puppet for that precious Order of yours, and you know it. It isn't something I'd usually say, but you should all just get sick like you disgraceful creatures do and die off."

He watched in satisfaction as he got just the reaction he desired; the Exorcist's eyes widened fractionally, her face flushing an alluring–dare he say it–shade of red in ire. "Y-You…" For a moment the Exorcist choked on her words, Tyki only grinning at the anger he could feel rolling off of her in waves.

"You bastard!"

Tyki knew he had gotten and even better response than he had dared to hope for when she used a word like that, the usually polite and sweet Exorcist fuming, her eyes darkened to the point where the silver had faded into a grey. "You're disgusting. You all are! Every single member in that sickening family you're in!"

Tyki blinked, speechless, staggered by the intensity of her harsh words. She really was angry. She continued to scream at him, her small shoulders shaking. "You have no honour! You kill for no good reason, other than your own sadistic tendencies and because you find our suffering funny! I hate you!"

Tyki blinked, one thought registering above all others–that's a lie.

That couldn't be right. Why would his instincts tell him that she was lying about hating the Noah Clan, her sworn enemies? Why on earth would she lie about something like that?

But then another persistent thought came to the front of his mind, demanding to be recognized. She didn't specifically say she hated the whole Noah Clan. She said she hated me.

He smirked as the final thought crossed his mind–She lied about hating me. That cunning little pest.

"You're lying," he stated simply, "about only one thing there. You have a good poker face, girl, but you can't slip something like that past someone who has a better poker face." He watched Allen's eyes carefully, seeing the dark glint in them which darkened her eyes and made them burn all at once. Some sort of confusion flickered through her shimmering silvery-blue eyes, before recognition replaced it, and then a calm demeanour replaced all of the emotions, smartly shielding them from view as she peered up and him, lips creased into a slight frown.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," she responded heatedly, growing visibly irritated before Tyki's eyes. "Your family is a bunch of sick psychopaths, and I hate yo–"

"There's the lie," Tyki drawled, smirk growing wider, before he laughed rather darkly. "You don't hate me."

At Allen's flabbergasted and perplexed expression he realized what had happened. Her mask, to her, had become the truth. She believed her own lies.

"I see what's happening here, girl, even if you don't. Drop the mask and scrutinize what you're saying. That shield you've got going has become your reality." He chuckled yet again, narrowing his golden eyes down at her, watching her eyes flood with confusion. "Ah, too dim-witted, I see. But then again, wasn't it me who was too dim-witted to understand anything?"

He couldn't help but let his smile stretch wider and wider, inhumanly wide, but he didn't care. He'd realized what was happening before the girl had. She was too blind to notice what was going on right before her eyes, so he outlined it for her. "You're lying. You don't hate me. But you're acting like you do. You've told yourself again and again that you hate me because I'm the enemy, but that's only because you're covering something else."

Allen sputtered, but Tyki cut in before her mess of words could leave the tip of her tongue.

"You're lying to yourself…" He smiled in twisted amusement at her, eyes radiating with his glee, and crouched so they were face to face, so close their noses were nearly touching and their breath fanned across the other's face, and when Allen tried to move away from the uncomfortable situation Tyki grabbed her left wrist in a crushing and pressed her right shoulder into the wall with his other hand, chuckling. His eyes flashed with an emotion he knew Allen didn't have enough time to register, and he spoke softly, letting his hot breath ghost over her face.

"Maybe I should show you how you really feel," he purred, and closed the centimetre between their faces…

And placed his dark lips on Allen's.

Heya~ Welcome to the longer Author's Note, the one you better not read over. I like it when people read these, because you can really get into the pattern of the story through the Author's (That's me!) eyes and understand how things might work.

Sorry for any errors, and I just want you to realize that I do use 'u' a lot in my worse like 'favourite' and 'colour', because I'm Australian and we just spell things differently to a lot of the Americans on this site.

That aside, I hope you liked that chapter, because I sure enjoyed writing it, and I love it when my efforts pay off and get you guys interested. Now as I said, this is the re-write of the original This Secret Of Ours, and I am going to try my best to keep on time with updates and update lots and write long chapters and make sure you guys are always interested~ I believe this story to be better than the original, and I wanted to make it so Allen has feelings for Tyki that she disguises with hate, as it was mentioned in the chapter above. I know sometimes things might get a bit boring and I'm not very good and writing fight scenes, but hey; the more I write them, the better they'll get. I don't write them often, so you can see why it's important for me to add them even if they aren't that good; because that way I can use it to build onto and understand how I can make what I'm writing better.

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