Warnings: Mentions of Male/Male, murder.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Gray-Man or its characters.


Shakes and cold sweat plagued his body as he bolted up in bed.

Nightmare showing horrific memories of the years passed and the grand finale of the 'play'. He hugged himself as he sighed tiredly. He had been getting little sleep since the war ended a year ago, won at a costly price.

Only a handful of exorcists had escaped alive, him included, while most had been 'slaughtered', even those precious to him. Cross had survived, to stubborn, and too indebted to die. Though Cross might have well have lived only to harass him into living. So he kept alive, if only to kill Cross when he got the chance. Really though, life seem duller, the pain sharper then before.

Linalee had been stripped of her life after the war, being too careless after it had been won because her brother had died by an Akuma during the war.

Tragic Kanda had not died by anothers hands, but by a certain pink petaled flower that had finally fully withered.

Lavi, funny Lavi, had disappeared, and hours later, his corpse had been found, and no one bothered to find out how, too many had been reported dead or missing at that point.

Knocking at his door and a rough voice startled him out of his thoughts.

"Allen, get your ass up," Cross's voice pierced the room.

"O-okay."

Silence was his only answer. Getting up and dressed, he afterwards walked to a shelf above the bed holding four pictures, each one holding a deceased face. Letting his eyes trail over them, Allen picked up the second one.

Softly troubled eyes slid over his deceased lovers face. He stared at it for a full four minutes, then set it down. Allen Walker walked out of the room, to Cross and to breakfast, to life.

The light from the window on the wall across the shelf illuminated the pictures, the light shining especially bright on the second picture, Kanda's picture.