The Enemy Of My Enemy

by Hector Flores

Neah was betrayed by his eldest brother, taken most of his power and abilities, through the musings of Fate or under the designed plan of God, Neah is reborn as the brother to a human named Mana. Through tragedy or destiny, he will become an ally of the people that once hated his family. For you see as the old saying goes The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

1. Chapter 1

This is a Man Fanfiction only.

AN: People will hate it and send flames as a review for this story. I know this, but I simply couldn't put off writing at least one chapter any longer.

Would I guess you would very much want to know my name? Well, that is an interesting question, for you see my name may be different if you are a friend or if you are my enemy. Considering my own family considers me a traitor and would very much like to see me dead, I will take a risk and think of you as an ally for now.

My name is Neah, and I live with my brother Mana as we travel the world doing everything we need to do in order to survive. Now the funny thing is since my older brother from my other family tried to eat my soul, well my body went through some rather unusual changes. Oh, you want to know who my brother is? The one that tried to have my soul as a snack well he is the oldest member of my family and I am one of the much-hated children of the Noah Family.

To be precise I am the fourteenth child of the Noah Family, It was said that there was only supposed to be thirteen of us, but be it fate or some other power I was born. In truth, I got along rather well with my family, all except my oldest brother, and since he is considered the leader of the family he forced the other members of our little family to try and kill me.

My family is freaky like that, you see no matter how many times each of us dies, we always come back. It's just a matter of time before our souls use the darkness in the souls of others to regrow our bodies and come back to life.

Mana was the child of the person who I ended up using the darkness in her soul to recreate my body. The only problem is that she was really a devout believer and that caused me one little problem, the metal that made up the weapon of the group that pretty much hate me and my family came to be stuck in my new body.

That made my job rather difficult to tell you the truth, the metal is something the other group calls Innocence, and they use that Innocence Metal to make weapons, and with those weapons, they pretty much break my big brother's toys, the toys he makes with the souls of the desperate, the Akuma.

Now I am getting off topic with this trip down regressed memory lane, let's get back to the story. As I was saying me and my brother Mana traveled the world to make ends meet, and we gained our daily income thanks to two little things, I could play the piano like a concert pianist, and my brother could sing like the very angels, even though he sure didn't have an angelic outlook of life.

Funny really, the hated Noah, that is me, I actually looked forward to each day and felt that each day was wonderful, then again I did die a few times so that probably is what made me appreciate life as much as I do, Mana however to him life was an endless chore, a rather badly paid and unrewarding chore to boot.

We were like night and day, I would say that it was a wonderful day to wake up and Mana would say it was another step into his own grave. Thanks to my side jobs I got plenty of exercises, and my meals consisted mostly of vegetables, grains, some fruit, and a piece of fish or chicken.

My brother, on the other hand, if it wasn't fried and some sort of alcoholic drink was not part of the meal, he would not touch it. Now that I think of it, I think Mana got called a booze hound more than a few times.

You might find that strange, how could someone so dark, depressing and with such a negative outlook on life sing the way he did, well that is one of the little mysteries of life it seems.

Now you are probably wondering if you were my enemy, which I really hope you are not, I would have a different name other that the one I used to introduce myself, well as time went by I been able to regain some of my powers, not many but some.

I used one of my abilities to convince a nice magistrate to register me under a different name, on paper I was the adopted son of Mana, which is kind of funny since he is my brother. I was registered under the name that is rather a common name, but beggars can't be picky, the name that I went by publicly is Allen, Allen Walker.

Thank goodness one of our common abilities returned to me, well another one beside the one I used on the magistrate, the ability to change our physical appearance. Let's face it if you saw what our real faces look like most people would freak out.

You see the members of the Noah family have two similar traits, one our skin is as dark as charcoal, and two each and every one of us had cross-shaped stigmata across our forehead when we were young that thing hurt so much that I could barely think straight. Come to think of it, I know at least one member of our family can't think that straight.

I would say she is unique, but some people would say she is insane, but then again we are talking about a full grown woman that loves to live in the form of a family house cat. I know that after hearing this you will agree with me she is a little bit insane.

Darn, it I keep rambling, it must be because what happened today. I went home to see how my brother Mana was doing and I found him hanging like a piece of meat at the local butcher's market. I kid you not, Mana up and hung himself on the roof of our one bedroom apartment.

Now there were not that many things I could do, I would never make an Akuma out of my brother and even if I worked up the nerve I would have to call my eldest brother by pretending to be a young boy completely drowning in my own despair, actually that wouldn't be that difficult to fake since I am not exactly that chipper after finding my only loyal relative hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier.

I guess I either let my brother rest in peace, oh who am I kidding, after committing suicide there is no way in hell that he is resting in peace. Here goes nothing, I hope my elder brother is as stupid as I remember him, or that at least he doesn't notice who I really am.

I went to the graveyard I had changed my form to my public one and it was quite a few years younger than what I normally look, I went to the grave and I thought that I would need to fake some tears, but the fact is I really loved Mana, and seeing his grave me start crying so hard that I couldn't even control it.

That is when a dark presence came down from the sky, he looked a whole lot fatter than I remembered him being, he must have really hit the old fried, and sweet foods once I was believed to be gone for good.

"Ah, don't you cry little boy, I have come as I heard you wails and cries over the sadness of losing your father. It is truly sad the way that despicable God pushes so many people so hard they commit suicide. I am called the Millennium Earl, and I want to ask you a question, do you want your father back among the living?"

I pretend to be happy to hear that Mana would be back to life, "Of course you would want your father to return to you, and I know exactly how to rescue your Father's soul from that despicable God." That is when he stretched his hand and a skeleton shaped piece of metal came out of nowhere and I knew I saw this before, it looked like one of the old jigsaw puzzles my eldest brother loved to make when we were younger.

"This is a tool to rescue you Father from wherever he is trapped and he will return to you. All you need to do is to call out to him, and he will return to you. Now let me hear you call out to your Father real loud!"

I looked at it and I knew I would regret it, "MANA COME BACK I MISS YOU! I NEED YOU BACK WITH ME MANA! DON'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE!"

Sure enough, the metal skeleton began to move out of its mold, and the name MANA was clearly seen on his forehead and under that a reversed pentagram. "Allen, how could you do this to me! YOU MADE ME INTO AN AKUMA! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS ALLEN! YOU CONDEMNED ME TO A FATE WORSE THAN HELL!"

I looked at my eldest brother and I knew he would keep his end of the bargain, I really should have thought this through, "Now my precious Akuma, kill this boy and take his body as your own!" As soon as the Akuma that I made from Mana came close to me, something happened that I never expected.

My right hand was always hidden with a glove because it looked like someone had done something horrible to my hand, a metal cross seems to have been nailed as pieces into my hand and my hand skin color was always the same color as if it was covered in blood.

The second Mana or the Akuma made using Mana came close my hand transformed and before I could even know what was happening the metal claw that once was my hand began to drag me across the ground of the graveyard. Just as we got close Mana managed to injure my head and one of my eyes and my metal claw of a hand crushed him into pieces.

My eldest brother left and I felt really tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. As everything turned black I began to see the image of Mana, dressed in his old clown costume, "Neah, I know you did that to ask me why I killed myself, in truth brother I did it to be of help to you. I studied the old texts and found a way to provide you with a weapon to use against your brother's minions the Akuma."

"You would need to turn me into an Akuma, and in this form, I could place a curse on you. I have placed a curse on your eye brother when you awake you will be able to see the souls of the people who have been turned into those mass killing machines your elder brother has made. He plans to kill all humanity, the more souls you free the more of the mysteries of the realm of black and white you shall learn and the stronger your eye will become."

I looked at him and couldn't help but to cry, "I know this hurts Neah, but it is the only way I could provide you with a way to stand in the way of your elder brother's maniacal plans, please Neah if you feel any remorse for turning into one of those puppets, then do me a favor brother, save the souls of the innocent, and become that which your other family hates, become an Exorcist of the Black Order. Stop the Millennium Earl Neah, and when you do you will save the souls of countless innocent people, please Brother grant me this final request."

I looked at Mana as he slowly began to dim, "I shall grant your request Mana Walker, I guess there really was some truth in that old saying you used to say so much, The Enemy of my enemy is my friend."

I woke up in a place I have never been before, it was a shabby hotel that local prostitutes like to us, "You are a strange one kid, not only do you have an Anti-Akuma Weapon, but you also destroyed an Akuma at such a young age too. I know what I shall do, My name is Marian Cross, and I am an Exorcist of the Black Order, from today onward you shall be my student."

I looked at him and smiled, "So tell me kid what is your name? I told you mine, and it is only proper that you tell me yours."

I looked at his clothes and I looked at the tiny golden thing flying near him, "It depends if you are my friend or my enemy, so tell me Master Cross are you my friend that will keep my secrets or are you an enemy that I can't trust."

He began to laugh and looked at me with his one eye, "I must have rotten luck, my student just met me and he doesn't trust me, I must be cursed with finding such a good student. You can consider me a friend, and I only wanted to hear your name, after all, Mana told me all about you a few nights ago as we shared a bottle of liquor.

"If you are my friend my name is Neah, but I would rather you call me by the name Mana called me in public which is Allen." He slapped my back rather hard and began to laugh really hard. The breath on this guy told me he had quite a bit to drink already.

"Oh, don't sweat the details beansprout, I get the feeling we will get along rather well." I really hate the sound of that nickname he just gave me, let's hope he starts calling me by my name either the private or public one, or he will learn never to mess with the one that handles his food.