Something...happened...my friends...
D. Gray-Man, the manga, the GREATNESS is back into serialization! HOLY FUCK YES BABY! I cannot describe to you all my joy when I saw the news and the latest chapter, it brought me too tears. Literally, I was bawling my eyes out in pure joy at seeing the latest news and the update to the manga.
For those of you that don't know, this is a series that is very near and dear to my heart because of it's overall story and the way Hoshino-sensei portrayed Allen's character throughout the series. I loved every single moment of it and because of this I have made this little story in celebration.
Though of course I'll be making this into a crossover, YOHOHOHO!
Now let's begin!
Noah
Prologue: The Rebirth
Pain.
He knew this sensation all too well. It was something that forged him into who he was today. Through the depths of his brain, he knew on a instinctive level of what pain was. He knew, for he has been through all forms of pain, pain of the body, pain of the mind and pain of emotions. It was that pain, that anguish that has always and will always try to end his very existence which broke him down and reforged him stronger then ever every time he walked forward.
It was pain that made him into the man he was, the very same man who fought on despite all that's happened to him. His body was the definition of physical pain, marred in scars from battle and various degrees of torture. His own left eye was scarred by the man who had been his father, and the one he turned into an akuma out of his own anguish of wanting to bring him back. His own body fought against him whenever he let his guard down, trying to tear itself apart from the conflicting energies held within his soul.
He knew the pain of the mind, throughout his life he has suffered by the pain of his own existence. Why was he here? Why was he born? Why was he alive? Why was he chosen by the innocence? Why did he have to carry the burden of being a Noah? Why was he chosen as the host for the 14th Noah, Nea? Had his entire existence been some sort of play orchestrated by the man he once called his master and teacher? Did he have no say in his own life, and was meant only to be a doll, a puppet, for the resurrection of Nea? Was his life some joke played upon by the God he once fought so fervently for?
Why, he would ask himself, why was he born into this world?
But the strongest pain imaginable would have to be the one of emotional. Due to his childhood or to be precise, the lack of one, he learned early on to build up an emotional fortitude that to this day has only become so unbearably strong that not even those he truly trusted and cared for could get past. He learned of the pain to love and to be loved in return by two who, to this day, held a special place in his heart. The pain of losing those he cared for, losing someone who raised him and taught him since he was 10 years old. And he knew the immense sting of betrayal by those he once called comrades. Those that turned their backs on him when he awakened to his Noah side due to unfortunate yet uncontrollable circumstances.
It was only those that stood by his side, those that he could count on. Even when the whole world went against him, when mankind cursed his existence and the akuma swore to end his existence, they still stood by his side regardless of their animosity and differences with one another.
They still believed in him, regardless of what he was, and for that he couldn't repay such friendship with simple methods. They believed in him, and in that faith they held for him he would stand up and keep walking forward to the perpetual and inevitable end that awaited him. Memories of them slipped from his mind, causing a bittersweet smile to form upon his face as he looked upon them, those that never gave up on him.
'Thanks guys...thank you all...'
Yes, pain was what defined this man, he was the exemplar of pain, the definitive representation of what pain was and how it would change a person.
Allen Walker, The Destroyer of Time, the host of the unofficial 14th Noah of Destruction, Nea, former Exorcist to the Black Order, was by definition a man forged through all the worlds pain.
And right now, Allen Walker was dying.
Allen was a recently turned 17 year old young man with shoulder-length stark white hair that fell around his head in a untamed mess covering his ears and parts of his eyes. He had a pale complexion and a scar over his left eye, which started at the top in the form of a pentagram at his forehead and it went down severing his eyebrow and mars his eyelid. It went down and hooked slightly at his cheekbone before trailing down, nearing his chin. This was the very same scar that was placed upon him by his adoptive father Mana Walker when he turned him into an akuma when he was a child. Cursed by Mana, the scar became linked to his left eye gifting him with both a blessing and a curse that he's lived with since he was 10 year's old.
He was 5,9, a common height for his age and had a tight wiry muscular build that was built for both speed and power that held not a single shred of fat. His clothing once consisted of a black and white dress shirt, a black vest, a black cravat, a large black overcoat and white gloves. However, his clothing was in disrepair after his last battle and his bare chest was exposed to the world. His clothing was in tatters and his body was bleeding severely.
And yet, Allen couldn't find it in himself to care about his injuries. The smile that stretched across his face was a simple one, a smile of content, one that bespoke of his exhaustion. Yet in that smiling expression he was strongly and proudly able to display his resolve unto the world that so wanted him to perish.
Through battle he perished at the injuries inflicted upon him by those he swore to protect, out of ignorance, the Black Order's Cardinal's, Advisor's of the Pope, swept in with their forces and ended his life at the apex of his weakest moment. Just after battling the Millennium Earl, ripping it away it's cloth from the real body whom was infact his adoptive father the whole time, Mana Walker, he quickly disposed of the clothing that was possessed by the Earl's own will taking form. He saved the father he once thought lost and by extension his brother and allowed the Noah's he trusted Tyki Mikk and Road to take him away.
Shortly thereafter, he was attacked by the Cardinal's and their forces just before he could recover from his injuries and through their massive numbers and with the addition of Malcom C. Leverrier's personal CROW squadron sent to destroy him.
That had pushed him past the limit of no return, he was no longer of the Black Order and had no official affiliation to the Noah Family, he was on his own and though he could feel through his Noah link that Road was desperate enough to try and save him. He cut off her efforts, saying it was better that she lived then threaten her own safety for an already dying man.
He killed them of course, none had been spared. The Cardinal's were men that were beyond saving, blind in their ideology, blind in their religious beliefs. And those that followed them were nonetheless beyond salvation either.
Still it had been a monumental force and in his weakened state, he was unable to fight at even a fraction of his normal capability. But over the course of the year, since he abandoned the order to gain control of the Innocence and the Noah memory within him, he went above the critical point of his Innocence Crown Clown and attained a level of mastery over it that it now worked in sych with his own will, as if it was a apart of his very soul. And he did the impossible of not being overtaken by his Noah Memory of Neah and instead accepted him as apart of him and embraced him as apart of his own soul.
Together, he united the Innocence and Dark matter for the first time in ancient history. Black and White, Yin and Yang, separated and made to battle one another since time itself was immemorial. Together, he was able to fuse the powers that made up the world of the divine and the universe and made it his own. Infusing it into his body and soul and through that unification he gained a power that truly made him what so many saw him as.
He had become a monster.
Still, he refused to use those abilities on the enemies that ambushed him, besides the fact that he had been far to weak to even utilize those abilities in the first place. They were far too destructive to be used in the area in the first place.
He'd much rather not completely wipe out all of Italy thank you very much.
'Although, I think that's a bit redundant at this point...' Allen thought to himself with a hollow chuckle, the final battle he waged with the Earl was in the Vatican City where he, the Noah that sided with the Earl possessed by cloth and an army of akuma went to kill the Pope. When he received the message from Road, he went to stop it regardless of Road wanting him to not go.
The result of the battle had been one that unfortunately wiped out a good portion of the Vatican before he was able to push the Noah and the Earl back and defeat the last remaining Noah before taking on the Earl. The last clash had been the most devastating by far and it had caused a great deal of collateral damage to the Capital of Italy, Rome. Yet in the end, he defeated the Earl, saving Mana from it's possessive grasp and finally ended a war that was long since overdue to end.
Sighing, the 17 year old young man closed his eyes for a moment before he reopened his eyes to look upwards. Reaching into the stormy gray sky, his right hand, his human hand fit to protect mankind. And his left arm, pitch black with scales and deformations in his hand, the arm for which his innocence was ingrained inside. The same arm that which he swore to use to save the akuma. Together, he closed his palms in which he envisioned one last sliver of his own desires.
He saw it just as the skies above him rumbled with fury and the clouds gathered and darkened causing droplets of rain to fall upon the earth and his beaten, battered body. A faint image of his comrades; Lenalee Lee, Lavi, Kanda Yu, Miranda Lotto, Arystar Krory, Timothy Hearst, Timcampy, Johnny, Road Camelot, Tyki Mikk, and yes even him...
Nea Walker...
''I did it guys...I did it...it's over...''
'It's finally over Nea...'
A wind blew past him and in that moment Allen Walker's smile seemed to grow once he heard the faint voice of his adopted Uncle echo through his ears.
'Good job Allen...'
With that last fleeting moment Allen's vision blurred and began to darken yet the flickering light of life in his silver orbs showed nothing, but acceptance in the fact that he was going to die here. With the last bit of his strength leaving him, Allen's arms fell...
And just as his eyes closed forever to the living world, the last thing he saw, the last sensation he felt was his hands being caught in the hands of another. And in his darkening vision he saw something, it was a figure garbed in white and in a swath of gold that seemed to pour out from every inch of the being. Whoever it was, whoever it may have been was of no concern to him any longer...
For in that moment, January 1st, 1935, Allen Walker, the Hero of the World, died with a smile on his face...
And darkness greeted him, his eyes blissfully closed to eternal slumber that he so earned...
Yet, as he passed on, the storm above him seemed to only rage harder and more fierce, as if the very Heavens themselves were crying for the loss of it's most favored son. The rain pelted harder and faster, and the cloudy black skies rumbled loud and fierce. Roaring with all the ferocity of a dragon as the Heaven's wept for this one loss, for this one young man who gave up so much to end a War that had been in the making since after the Great Flood. And in return, gained nothing but spite from those he saved.
Suuuu~
However, at his side, a pair of slender hands gently laid his arms atop his body and as a a brief flash of blinding white light appeared, a few words were spoken as Allen's body was absorbed in the white divine light.
'Sleep well, Allen.'
And that was also the day that Allen Walker disappeared from the world.
XxX
Darkness...
That was all that appeared around Allen Walker, who remained completely unresponsive even as he floated among the blackness. His body seemingly repairing itself at an almost frightening degree as he floated motionlessly. His long stark white hair being a contrast to the ever deep abyss of the darkness that encompassed his very being.
Yet in the darkness, a single spark flickered to life, a blinding white light appeared in the form of a shining star that pierced through the blackness that threatened to engulf Allen's soul. It's power, it's essence washing over the darkness, causing it to bleed away and mix into the white, turning the realm into an ever reaching world of silver and gray. A mix of powers never to be united swirled into one and expanded as a representation of this young man's soul.
And that sparkling white light closed in on the floating Allen and stopped short of just a few inches from him, and for a moment the light floated there with Allen. Looking at him, staring at him, analyzing every single aspect of what made Allen tick. In those moments of study the light seemed content as it circled around the young man in a clockwise formation.
And then, in the depths of Allen's soul he felt a voice reach out to him, speaking to him and only him. Carrying a tone of voice that was both warm and comforting to his weary soul.
"Allen...''
Speaking his name had no outward reaction, but the entity felt the soul that lay dormant flicker at the mention of his name.
"Allen, my child. How much have you sacrificed? How much have you given to both akuma and mankind, and yet received nothing, but disdain in return?" it spoke again, warm and comforting to the young man's soul. There was no danger to be had in this realm and was fit only for Allen and that which gave him life.
"How many have turned their backs on you for what you are? How many betrayed you and shunned you? How it must have hurt so...I am so sorry, Allen." the voice became clearer and more define, becoming more...fatherly in nature. Yet the words seemed to hold more effect as Allen's soul flickered more and more to life whilst his body showed signs of awakening. His eyes twitched and his fingers moved if only the barest of an inch.
"Yet in your pain you fought, you bled and you died for what you believed was just. But above all else, when the world turned against you and you had no where else to turn to, you still kept walking in spite of this. Your will has become unbreakable through all your trials and by knowing this...I am content in you, my son." the soul of Allen Walker seemed to resonate in the fervor of this entities voice. Gaining both heat and comfort from whomever it was speaking to him. His soul swelled with each word spoken to him and his body responded further as his eyes continued to twitch and body stilled and trembled in the vast of the empty realm.
"But I am afraid you are needed again, you have slept for so long and in that time much changed since you died and now a new threat has come to the world you gave up everything for. But you know this...don't you?'' the voice prodded causing Allen's soul to flare up in spite of his semi-unconscious state. His eyes flickered lightly while his body began to give off a silver glow that seemed to be almost ethereal in essence.
"It is your time Allen, your family is being led astray, shackled by misguided duty and mankind is falling into disarray once again. You've come to acknowledge and accept what you are now, but now...now it is time you awakened, my child, it is time...Noah." the voices tone changed to a firm yet ever warm one. Yet it held the trigger which echoed within the deepest recesses of Allen's mind and soul, ever reaching, grasping onto that which has long since been since forgotten.
And a plethora of memories erupted from within the recesses of his mind, too many to register, to many to take into account, but yet in that tsunami of memories that threatened to swallow him. One thing became very certain to Allen, it was a memory swath in bright light and the smell of spring. It was a memory of a new beginning, of a holy man standing before his family and those that would become the descendants of the Noah Gene and Mankind.
"You are all my family, and regardless of whatever may happen to me, to us, we are all connected to the bonds that we share. We are family, all of us. Though our paths may diverge and change in time, we shall never forget the blood that keeps us connected and the bonds that remind us who we are. You are my children, but now you are ready to live your own life's. Go forth...and give new life to this earth God has graced us with!''
'W-what is this? This...memory...it's not Nea's...' returning to a semi-conscious state, Allen's eyes began to flicker open as he tried to understand the memory he was seeing. Yet it all proved fruitless as all he saw was 13 figures standing before a 14th man garbed in only a tattered beige cloak. Yet beyond that their faces and appearance was cloaked in shadow to his eyes.
However, to his budding confusion, that voice that resonated in his soul spoke out, aware of his own thoughts and cause of bewilderment. "You will come to understand what this all means, Allen. But for now, your time to return has come, your aid is needed now more than ever. The world you saved is being threatened once again. You must go...''
'….Oi...wait a second...' this didn't make sense, first off why couldn't he open his eyes? Hell, why couldn't he move his body? Where was he? Who was talking to him? What's going on?!
"It will all be made clear once you reawaken, but for now my son, Allen Walker, rest it will be made clear...soon.''
'Oi...wait a second...Oi...oi...OI!' however just as Allen was about to open his eyes to the world, he felt only darkness consume his being and then in a bright flash of light the manifestation of his soul flickered out of existence. Along with it, Allen's body fizzled away from the world, coming back to life with a purpose bestowed upon him by that which he couldn't understand.
But one thing was certain, everything was about to change for Allen Walker.
XxX
The first sensation Allen felt upon returning to the world of the living was the light yet very cold breeze of the winter air. However that did nothing to affect him as his bodily functions began to work back up again. His senses regaining life from what felt like years, and in that moment he could hear a multitude of sounds scuffling around him as he tried to adjust to where he was.
''….By the almighty merciful God in Heaven...''
The voice of an elderly man spoke up, addressed to him in a sense of awe that only confused him. In his life, he had never been a man addressed with such respect, but more akin to hate and disdain so to feel such words spoken to him only made him feel...out of place. So, Allen slowly opened his eyes for the first time after what felt like decades while the voices around him continued to speak.
''It's him...he has returned to us...'' another voice spoke up and this time it sounded to be a middle-aged woman. Yet the equal amounts of awe and reverence was held accountable to Allen which only made him feel even more out of place by what was happening around him. He tried to move his hands and that ended up with him only making his fingers twitch. Strange.
'Why do I feel...so small?' the thought alarmed him somewhat, and that alarm only grew as the presences gathered closer around him. Seemingly staring down at him in complete awe, the sheer intensity of their stares was uncomfortable to a degree, even when he couldn't see them.
''There is no doubt, that is the scar recorded in our texts... It's him...it truly is him...he has returned to us!'' the sheer emotion in the new speaker was so strong the person began to weep in sheer joy which only confused Allen further. Feeling tired of not knowing was happening around him, Allen slowly opened his eyes so he could see the world around him.
His vision swam in a blurry mess, but as soon as he focused, his eyes began to adjust to the world around him. This allowed Allen to see what was happening around him and who was gathering around him.
He saw multiple clergymen around him dressed in very familiar sets of robes and more so Nuns that knelt down and prayed unto him blessings bestowed upon him by God. However, all that was secondary once Allen saw his hands.
His small...pudgy...little...hands.
And then realization began to kick in and Allen tried to voice something, anything to his surprise, but instead what came out, to his immense horror, was the loud cry of a newborn baby boy.
''Oh! He speaks! Hurry bring in the nursery!'' the men and women around him bustled and shuffled around in a hurry, but while this happened Allen could only inwardly stare at his current body in a sense of pure unadulterated terror. And then, in addition to his horror, he could feel the memory of his old friend Kanda rear it's head to taunt him about his current situation.
"Even in rebirth, you'll always be a beansprout."
'...Fuck you Kanda, seriously fuck you.'
Life was about to get extremely strange for Allen Walker.
For in 1998, Allen Walker, the long thought dead Exorcist of Legend and Noah by secret, was reborn into the world.
Oh yeah, life was about to take a strange turn for Allen, he just had no idea as to how much.
So yeah, that's the prologue to this little story.
Now if you are all wondering, yes I made up my own theory as to the final battle between Allen and the Earl. Also as for the merge of his powers, that's an element I've taken from Bleach in some aspect, but I can't elaborate as of yet.
As you can see, Allen's woken up in some sort of holy place. Wonder what that means? And why are they praying for him? What's happened since he's been gone? Who knows!...
Oh wait I'm the author, of course I know!
So yeah, this is my take on a D. Gray-man x Highschool DxD crossover, but with my own little twist!
Hope you all enjoyed it, leave a fav and please leave a review and tell me what you thought.
Ja'ne!
