Allen stared at his reflection in the mirror, watching himself as he clutched onto his pulsing read eye. It had been throbbing continuously, throughout the night, thirsting for the blood of Akuma.
He raised his left arm, deformed and ugly, to wipe away the sweat that had formed on his forehead. He pulled his hair back for just a moment, before quickly flattening it down again.
There's nothing there, he reassured himself; convincing himself that what he'd seen, out of the corner of his eye, had been false. There was nothing there and there never was- at least while he was conscious anyway.
He stared into the mirror again; looking pleased as I noted his, still, pale white skin, only frowning when he noticed his stark white hair. One of the many unpleasant reminders of what he'd put Mana through.
He then took off his shirt, hot and irritated thanks to his left eyes murderous intent. He turned away from the mirror this time; too scared to look at the absolute piece of evidence.
Tracing his finger lightly over the deep groves of the scar Allen remembered what he'd said the day he'd stabbed himself so carelessly.
'This is an exorcising blade. It only affects that which is evil; it won't harm anything but Noah and Akuma'
At the time he hadn't even considered the fact that it might hurt him. He hadn't even realised what it truly meant to be the musician. What it meant to have the burden of that other personality residing in his head, always waiting for another chance to resurface.
Maybe I really should be locked up after all? He wondered, knowing that the others members of the order had plenty of good reasons to doubt him. He definitely knew he wouldn't trust himself if he were one of them.
How could they? When it seemed as if even his own body was at war with itself? His own innocence already plotting his murder, rebelling against the evil blood- dreams and brief moments as another person seeming to occur more frequently everyday. Of course he was beginning to doubt himself, beginning to suspect his, already flawed, sense of humanity.
Sometimes he almost felt inclined to doubt his friends for sticking up for him, so bravely, he wondered what reason they had to believe in him so readily. Even Kanda, who had wittnessed evidence of what he was, didn't shun him.
He had an eye that evolved like an Akuma, an arm with the power to destroy evil and a body that succumbed to it; how could a person, like himself, even be considered as a human being?
A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, he wiped it off without a thought, not noticing the red trail it had left from snaking down his cheek.
Suddenly pinpricks of pain attacked his forehead; causing him to grab hold of his head as he tried to stop the pain-ever aware that the person in the mirror was mocking him, laughing at the look of shock on his face when he realised his hand was covered in blood.
His reflection smiled as he watched Allen struggling against his true nature.
"Good morning" the person that wasn't Allen whispered, mimicking the mouth movements it's the reflection; watching as the reflection's skin became darker, its eyes flashing yellow as it's white hair curled "And goodnight"
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A/n make what you will of this oneshot because I'm not really sure about it myself. Seems strangely sad for me… Besides the theme completely changed at the end .
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