"Saving Allen"

By Phractured Reality

Disclaimer: I neither own D.Gray Man nor any of its characters.


Everything was blurry. The air was thick with Akuma. Akuma metal and action that illuminated the evening sky. Just like it had for hours before. The two lone exorcists' tango with the masses of metal. Hits, dodges, blasts, and scrapes in the Earl's dance that the Black Order would heavily pay for. And although there were plenty of casualties on enemy grounds, as they would soon learn, it was not without its cost. Even though the white haired exorcist and his companion stood their ground, blast after blast, the Akuma just kept coming. No matter how many were destroyed, more came to replace them. It was a futile fight. It didn't help that one of them was already injured to begin with, and the other exorcist was weary from holding out during battle. There were just too many Akuma for the two exorcists to handle.

"Run, Miranda-san! Don't worry about me! Run with the last ounce of strength you have!" Allen Walker told his fellow exorcist with a sad brave smile. No, Allen. Tears freely streamed down Miranda Lotto's face. Miranda wished she could be more like Allen. He was injured. He was sick. In fact, it had gotten so bad that Time Record could no longer heal his wounds (although Time Record had taken most of the damage for Allen's ailments in the first place). Yet despite everything, he was still doing his best to protect her...with the last ounce of strength he had. She wasn't worth it, she knew, as she cried, struggling to maintain her Innocence.

"Go, Miranda!" he screamed against the whirl of metal blasts, dodging all until he lost his footing and five Akuma collectively shot at him. Black pentagons speckled his fair skin as the young exorcist fell to his knees, gasping. His gun reverted itself back into an arm. Damn it, he cursed to himself, the images before him sliding in and out of focus.You gutless swine! Allen had to smile to himself, despite his weakened state. Even in his head, Kanda yelled at him. Don't get tired out at the last moment! If you do this, you'll always be a bean sprout! Kanda had told him on their first mission together. For some reason, Kanda's words resonated with the small white haired exorcist. "Innocence activate," he whispered as he mustered his strength to regain his claw. Grimacing, his human arm clutched his side as he used his claw to unsteadily support himself. No, Allen. Don't die. Miranda's pleads echoed in the back of his mind. Before his anti-Akuma weapon kicked in and the black stars disappeared without a trace.

"Run...Mir...ran...da," Allen brokenly panted through clenched teeth. No, Allen. Miranda shook her head vehemently, too weak to speak, as she watched in terror. Battered and beaten, Allen's body definitely faired for the worse. The kid could hardly stand. Miranda shivered, having a hard time trying to maintain her Innocence's form. No, trying wasn't an option. She must maintain her Innocence. At least then, Allen wouldn't suffer from his past ailments. And even thought the boy didn't seem to worry about how many days he would lay comatose afterwards, or if he would ever get out alive, Miranda worried enough for the both of them. Please don't let Allen die, Miranda prayed silently to herself. Time Record won't work if you're dead!

Allen's vision was blurry. He felt light-headed. For some reason, the pain didn't hurt so much anymore. But before he could figure out why, he noticed a large pointy gray shape charging at Miranda. "MIRA..." Allen's scream caught in his throat as an Akuma charged from behind at Miranda's faltering shield of protection. Miranda turned just in time to see a giant claw meet the Earl's weapon, Allen holding the Akuma at bay. The Akuma's attack was blocked, but just barely. The Akuma pushed through Allen's defense. In turn, the white haired exorcist licked his lips, tasting his own blood, as he concentrated---his vision fading in and out---on turning his arm into a gun. With a final blast, Allen fired at the opposing Akuma---a direct hit, as the Akuma exploded into a million pieces. Miranda's grateful tears---the last thing Allen's blue eyes saw before he lost consciousness. His form crumpled, hitting the floor hard.

Miranda cradled Allen's head in her lap, watching his unconscious face---looking for any signs of life---as her Time Record was the only thing that held between them and the sea of Akuma. He looks so much older than he really is, she thought as she stared at his innocent face, smiling silently in spite of her tears. She was grateful for what he did even if she never deserved it. But then again, that was just the type of guy Allen was. Allen was the type of guy you could fall in love with. Miranda was lucky to meet him. And that was saying something because bad luck followed her everywhere. Miranda couldn't help but think that Allen was a hundred times better than she was. Allen, please don't die! If there was a God in this world, He wouldn't let Allen die!


Author's Note: Okay, so maybe this chapter seemed more like "killing Allen" instead of "saving" him, but I promise you more if you want to find out what happens. Originally, I planned on making thing a long complete story (mostly because I'm horrible at updating my stories), but I was too lazy to finish it tonight, so I'll upload this much and try to write more tomorrow (hopefully). Well, what do you guys think? Should I continue this? Please review and comment. I look forward to hearing from you.

And just for the heads up, I plan on introducing Lenalee and Kanda in the next part, if you're interested. It might be slightly Yullen. -grins- And then I was planning on adding Lavi later on. Please review and comment. Any suggestions are welcome. Who knows? I might use them. :) And lastly, thank you for reading.

Phractured Reality