Chapter 1

White hair sprawled out on the bed while the sun shined into the window, his silver eyes stared at the ceiling with impatience. His name was Allen, and he'd been waiting for over two hours now. Sitting up, he groaned in agitation. He knew that precautions had needed to be taken for his own safety, but this was all so annoying granted he'd waited for things like this for much longer periods of times; one time he'd been forced to wait two years for something that he wanted so bad. If one were to see the white haired teen, they would have to admit that he looked like he'd only aged a year or two, and that he'd become much more attractive. You couldn't tell but Allen was much older than he looked. "Allen, it's ready." The door opened revealing a young man while looked to be in his early to mid-twenties, he had the same hair color as Allen, but it was the different eye color that kept people from mistaking them for brothers; sometimes. "There's an unknown factor that we've had to account for." he stated as the two walked through the halls of the massive building.

"What kind of factor are we talking about?" he questioned.

"A sort of time sync that may occur, you'll be there for two weeks maybe less if you want to leave."

"But, I'll automatically be brought back here when my time runs out, right?" he sounded worried. "I'm only going back in order to check up on it and get some closure, but what's this about time sync?"

"Two week there might be a couple years here or your being there will sync the time there and here; the second one is much more likely." This gave him a sense of reassurance, he didn't want to get stuck there; now that he had a home here; he wasn't going to give it up. Now entering the room, he was given a good view of the machine that would send him back and bring him back. "Hope Estheim you truly are a genius." The machine itself was a simple white platform that was hooked up to a lot of wires which were connected to advanced computers and a couple of crystals. No chances were going to be taken when it came to one of their own. "Oh." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rod the length and size of Allen's hand.

The outlines glowed a bit before it transformed into a large broad sword, it glowed again and was now a familiar weapon that a certain woman used; a gunblade. "The only weapons that you use are now at your beck and call, this is the finished version so when you get back we'll get so data from it; so don't break it." Allen smiled and put the weapon into his weapon holster. "Now step on the platform." He did as he was told, the platform began to glow making the white haired former exorcist nervous. "Now don't worry the—"

"Going off without a goodbye? How rude!" came the female voice of someone that Allen feared and respected, Shantotto the Tarutaru Black Mage that originally resided outside of everyone's sight until Allen stumbled upon her by accident. Somehow in some twisted cosmic bad luck he was tricked into becoming her apprentice; thus was why he could use magic in such deadly and devastating ways. It was because his master was a damn psychopath. "I give you the power to match the—"

"I thank you for everything that you've taught me."

"That's better." She was a proud woman with good reason, and Allen truly was grateful for the things that she'd taught him so far; specific things were embedded into his mind. A little burning sensation ran across the pentagram scar on his face.

"That will allow us to watch your vitals and will act as a sort of button that'll activate if you want come back." Allen nodded as the sensation of being pulled began to envelop him as his body began to glow. "You'll come back, I promise!" he exclaimed, this was the last thing he heard before he disappeared. 'I still remember the day we found him.' he smiled. That had been a very interesting day.

The teen was dirty and naked, but wort of all he was feral. His words were incoherent and his eyes were constantly on the move, he was scared. Something must've scared him so bad that it broke his mind a good bit, well more to the point where he would attack anything that came near him. Snow had learned that the hard way and had gone to clean off his bleeding arm. "Easy there, nobody wants to hurt you." he stated only for the teen to clench his head in pain, his deformed arm frantically clawing at the wall. This wasn't going to be easy. "Can you tell me your name?" the teen's silver eyes widened upon hearing this.

"A-Allen." it was a good start and would serve to help the teen become sane enough to act normal.

That was the day Allen had come into their lives and he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, no matter where he was he'd always be there with them. "Good luck Allen." Hope smiled.

Holy War World – London

He let loose into the nearest garbage can; thankfully it was in an alleyway and none of it got into his long hair. "Oh." He pulled out a piece of fabric that he used to tie his hair into a ponytail, after doing so and cleaning himself up he began to walk among the streets. 'Everyone's still alive so that means that the Earl hasn't brought about to apocalypse, that's reassuring.' He said while watching out for anyone who may want to still kill him, but why would they? The Fourteenth was gone; they'd been separated when he was sucked into that defective Ark which he was grateful for. If the Fourteenth hadn't already been caught then by all means he was still out there, and he had a reason to hate the man; he'd let go of that grudge a long time ago. Then again, the man had tried to take over his body and managed to ruin his life when he was in the Order. He couldn't help but wonder how they were doing and if any of them were still alive. 'Did one of them already die? Wait, how long was I gone from here?' the war could already be over, but he quickly realized that was a foolish thought; he clenched his left arm. It'd been so many years since he invoked Crown Clown. 'I've been neglecting you for a long time haven't i?' he could feel only a slight stir from the innocence; he didn't know if it could feel emotions but if it could then it'd likely be very angry at him.

Continuing on, he noticed something very familiar and he went to it instantly. "This is it, this was where—" he clutched his head as the pain came back.

Each and every piece of his being was being sucked in while he could feel the Fourteenth abandoning him in order to save his own skin. That bastard! Hate wasn't the only thing registering as his sight was lost, but his pain only increased.

"Fourteenth, I hate you so much but…I'm glad you abandoned me when you did; thank you." he said with a sigh before going back into the streets. 'Wait a minute, I don't have any money! I highly doubt that they take the kind of currency that I'm used to using, and I don't have any of that on me; I'm poor.' He silently stated before sitting on a bench. Now that he thought about it, certain memories of this world were a bit fuzzy; for instance he couldn't remember the innocence powers that his friends used or their names only names. The same could be said for the Noah but they weren't his friends, either way it would be best to avoid them. But what about the Fourteenth, if he were to accidently bump into him then what should he do? Kill or spare, it wasn't as complicated as it seemed. "Should I even bother wasting my time by killing him, he's so old news for me." He leaned back. "So hungry." He groaned. "Why didn't I eat before leaving?" he usually ate every moment of every day, but his impatience had gotten to his appetite. He didn't bother paying attention to the person who'd just down next to him. He could always try and trade; one meal for a day's work in order to pay for the meal, what's one day compared to how long he was going to stay.

"You must certainly have quite the appetite if you're willing to work in order to pay off such a small debt." The man said. "You don't have any money on you?" he questioned.

"None, but it's my own fault for not packing a lunch or something; gotta pay up for my carelessness now." He stated only to sport a curious look. "I never said anything about working out loud." He stated before looking at the man who was actually a teenager who was slightly below average height for his age. He was in his Noah form and much like himself; the teen had snow white hair. Upon closer inspection he could see that this Noah had five eyes. His two normal ones and three extra, the extra eyes running in a line along his forehead and forming from his stigmata; the rest were hidden by the extra-long scarf that he wears over the top of his forehead. His amber eyes pierced Allen's silver eyes. Both were silent for what seemed like hours before Allen broke the silence. "Do I know you? Obviously you're a Noah, but forgive me when I say that I don't remember you." it was how causal he spoke that took the Noah off guard. The teen gave Allen a casual smirk as he began to read Allen's mind. Allen was telling the truth, he really didn't remember him; it was so fuzzy that it might as well not be there.

"You really don't remember me." He was genuinely confused, but this was a mystery chance that he felt like taking. He wasn't a fighter but he was a gambler at times. "I'm The 5th Disciple Wisely Kamelot." He said, Allen held out his hand much to Wisely's suspicion; hesitantly he shook Allen's hand. Upon separating, he couldn't help but let his curiosity get the better of him; he had to ask. "Where were you?" he questioned. 'I have to admit that he looks a bit older though.' This was to be expected.

"How long was I gone?" he questioned.

"Three months." The Noah of Wisdom stated "Nobody could find you." he was silently cursing himself; he was talking to his enemy like he was an old friend. But Allen was a special case; the Fourteenth had abandoned him during that little incident.

"That long huh?" he seemed confused. "Three months here…" Wisely instantly began reading the teen's mind when he paused. 'Three months here is one thousand fifteen years back home, I wasn't gone that long here but I spent so many lifetimes back home.' A few moments later, Wisely got a small glimpse into what Allen was talking about; small flashes of the teen's memories over his years of living. Allen was older than all of them including the Earl and such information was extremely valuable. Allen obviously wouldn't go with him to see the Earl so he would have to have an Akuma keep track of him until the Earl made a decision. After giving Allen a good amount of money, he left. "Thank you!" Wisely simply gave the older man a nod. This was the same Allen only older, a bit more mature, but he was much more powerful.

'He could've killed me right there and then, but he didn't because he felt no need to plus it'd be a waste of time.' He couldn't help but smile. Things were getting very interesting. The next day, Allen would find himself leaving the local inn and eating before leaving. It was odd but everything felt so boring, and he didn't exactly have a destination in mind. Going to the European Branch was out of the question because he didn't know where it was, not to mention he was likely still seen as a traitor after so many months. Getting onto the nearest train without much of a destination, he watched as everything went by.

'It's all so crowded here unlike like Nova Chrysalia; the air and feeling here is so polluted and disgusting.' Allen silently said, he missed home already. 'I'm starting to miss Snow.' He suddenly let out a loud laugh. There was no way to hate the guy but it was his brash and straight forward nature that made him a bit unbearable to be around, it was also what made him such a good guy and friend. The sudden realization that some of the passengers were looking at him with confused looks made him smile awkwardly. "Sorry." They turned away and ignored him once again. 'I can't draw attention to myself or else I'll gain some unwanted attention; I'm just here to check up on this world after all so I have to make myself scarce.' He silently stated as a certain liquid began to run down his head, it was blood. 'That's not good.' it wasn't.

Ark

The Earl sat there digesting the information that he'd been given. Allen Walker was somehow alive and well yet his memories seemed to be a bit fuzzy, but from what Wisely had told him; the boy had gone to another world and was now much older than he looked. Then there was the million dollar question. Why did the former exorcist want closure? "Allen Walker why must you be such an interesting child? Well, an interesting old man." He let out a small chuckle. "What to do about you? Having Akuma keep watch of you is much too boring, let's see if we can spice things up a little; the war is on pause after all." Neah had made sure of that with his annoying interference, it would be a good idea to keep Allen away from the man. "Tyki hasn't been doing much." He could be a sort of test to see how Allen would react to seeing another Noah, and then depending on the reaction; well a certain Noah had been missing Allen a lot.

Chapter 1 End