Disclaimer: -Man not mine. It belongs to Katsura Hoshino.

First fic... Yullen xP ...Be nice?~

Prologue : Unknown

The white haired boy thought gloomily about the many lost of lives and the many injured for this holy war between the Order and the Earl as he sat in a corner of the corridor. Especially this time, the Order lost quite some exorcists while fighting the Noahs and akumas. And when he pierced his own exorcist sword through himself thinking it would not hurt, he had felt pain. Pain that should not had been there. Maybe there had never really been Allen Walker in the first place…?

Ah wrong, how can I be worried that I might not live? It's the lives of the exorcists are more important… If I hurt them after He takes over… No, I can't allow that. Besides, there must be a way to having the minimum number of sacrifices in this war.

Even krory had left, he really do not want to think about who will be next. He had silently blamed and cursed himself for not being there when krory fought to the last.

Besides, it was apparent everyone is down about it. Yet Leverrier claimed that this was a good progress because the more exorcists were sacrificed, it meant they were a step nearer to the victory of the war. Anyone reasonable would see that the Central is practically just using exorcists as nothing more than tools. What big talk they give when all they do is sit behind and merely gave orders. Despite losing one exorcist after another, so far only one Noah had been destroyed. When exactly will this war end, no one really knows.

The said boy sighed again at the mention of Noahs, even though he was the one who initiated the thought. Cross Marian had gone missing since then, and the talk his master gave him was not very pleasant. He was the Fourteen, and he knew it. He so much wanted to deny it, but a fact is after all, a fact. What else could explain why he felt pain when his sword is supposed not to hurt humans? The occasions when he could not remember anything that happened even though he felt his body move? The voices in his head that he started to hear recently? The reflection he always sees in mirrors and windows too, the smile which seemed to mock him ever since he found out his identity.

If you don't want to play this war, it's okay.
You can take a break from all this nonsensical and painful reality you know.


Shut up, I need not your opinion.


Why, weren't you the one who didn't like this war?
Everyone needs rest, and you're tired. So go on, take a break.

…Indeed I don't like this war.

The wind was howling. The sky seemed about to pour. The long haired exorcist swiftly sheathed his katana, pulled his blindfold off and headed for his room. He pulled his beautiful long midnight blue hair into a tight tie with a white ribbon as he went. Kanda Yu had finished his nightly training for the night. With the pace he was going, he was soon approaching his room. Then his sensitive ears caught some noises somewhere along the corridor.

Instinctively, he gripped the hilt on his katana, ready to draw Mugen any moment. Slowly and cautiously, he went toward the source of the noise when nothing attacked him. But all he found was a baka moyashi sitting on the floor, half crying and half laughing to himself. He glared, obviously pissed.

"Oi moyashi, what the hell do you think you are doing so near to my room"

Kanda had half expected Allen to respond with the usual 'it's Allen!' But instead, Allen raised his hand to cover his cursed eye, and a sinister smile crept across his face. Kanda's veins popped out at the unusual yet still annoying behaviour of the moyashi. Just when he was about to snap at him, Allen's smile disappeared and his voice came out in a plead.

"Kanda…"

Yea well that's the first chap. Know what i gonna write later already hehehe, just haven't started yet. Shall see when i have time soon!

R&R if possible?