Dislcaimer-You know...it's a shot to my ego everytime I claim that I do not own the manga or anime.
A melodious tone danced in the air, crying its pitiful sorrow as the keys of a piano were pushed down softly. Blending and mixing, it cried and bled emotion. Warm, yet soft, the calming music had a feathered edge, softening the hearts and minds of any listeners.
Alone, in a white room, Allen played his sorrowful tune that seemed to remind him of his troubles. Yet he could not seem to turn his back on the piano. His hands instinctually repeated the piece, softly tapping the keys as, once more, the room is filled with the pitiful life created by music.
The tone had dimmed, giving the white room a darker out take. It still contained the soft edge but somehow struck the heart's cords much like the hammers that tapped the strings inside the device. The song still continued to dance and drift, preserving the remaining life left within the boy and the room.
Sky-gray eyes clouded with fear and an immense sorrow tuned into the song. His heart melted as each key seemed to tell a story and each note seemed to lull back his pain. Snow colored hair limply lay against the sides of the boy's face, moving with each small movement and shake when Allen finally reached his breaking point. The last note was hit clumsily, causing the song to lose it's entrancing spell.
Once more the white room became lifeless. Not even a pitiful being danced it's sorrowful dance. Allen only sat on the wooden bench perched just before the instrument. His mind reeled in the past events revolving around his concept of freedom and love and Mana.
Mana…who had Mana loved? The small fragile child whose parents cast away? Or…
Allen looked to the window. He saw the shadowed being smiling brightly, encouraging the child to play. "Play." the reflection said. "Play." it repeated once more when Allen hadn't moved. The boy nodded, understanding that that is his destiny. To play until his final breath, to be taken over by the being his foster father adored till death. Allen knew he was to die alone because who could ever love a cursed being?
Again he played. He played until his fingers became raw and even then, Allen still continued to play.
"Moyashi!" his pitiful entrance was broken upon the familiar voice of his comrade. Lost gray eyes looked towards the man who interrupted his solitude. He was only greeted with the sight of an angry Kanda scowling like a father would to their child. "Who the fuck said you could leave?" Allen weakly laughed.
"Sorry Kanda. I just…wanted to play." unintentionally Allen pushed down on the warm piano keys, tapping them in a rhythmic manner. Kanda stood, unsure of what to do, watching as Allen continued to play a random, low pitched tune.
"Whatever. The Nurse is throwing a fit because you up and disappeared. Now get your lazy ass back to the medical wing-" threatening words died in his throat as he watched the boy's face look sadly to the instrument. The tune has changed and was once more being played into the same song he had memorized.
"Play." again, it spoke. "Play. Play." Allen listened to that voice as his body mechanically played. If it was possible, the same song had become even more pitiful. It's same keys wailing and crying, dancing about in the room and filling it with life once more. The sadness accumulated, causing foreign emotions to well up within Kanda.
Kanda felt as if a heavy burden was suddenly placed on his shoulders. Unfairly shoved onto him. The man's throat dried and once cold blood began to move throughout his body once more. Allen continued to play, his body nothing more than a fragile shell that only obeyed the demanding commands of the 14th.
"Play." the shadow commanded. "Play!"
Allen wanted to lash out at the shadow. He wanted to scream that he had played enough. But his body betrayed him. The boy could not escape the fate bestowed upon him.
"Moyashi," Allen heard Kanda whisper with a chocked emotion. Soon small hands were engulfed by much larger ones and the snow haired Exorcist was forced to look into the Japanese's eyes that were bleeding with worry and a sadness Allen did not know could exist. "Please stop playing." their gaze held.
"Play." the boy heard.
"Stop, please." Kanda pleaded.
Allen heard the two conflicting ideas. Two opposing forces tearing apart his mind. One filling him with guilt while the other simply stole away each breath he made.
"Play!" the 14th demanded angrily as the boy was spellbound by the dark haired male's eyes.
"Moyashi, stop, please."
He was lost to a sea of battles. His own will crushed by a being that slowly would take over him. Allen could no longer fight off the insanity that was sure to follow. Even as tears clung to wide clouded eyes and even as a hoarse voice begged for the chaotic war to end, it didn't. Allen could only cry as two separate voices commanded his betraying body to do different tasks. Stop. Play. Live. Die. Allen could no longer tell which agony was better; it seemed to be hell either way.
A hand brushed against a tear that rolled defiantly down the pale cheek of the Exorcist. Allen saw the sudden concern that Kanda had directed towards him. The boy had no idea the other was capable of such an emotion. It seemed to be the case as he embraced the sobbing soldier and whispered soothing lies that would be drowned out within time.
And as Allen cried within Kanda's arms he saw the demonic shadow frown, fading away for another day. Again, Allen was himself, no longer captivated by the brilliant piano nor entranced by the hypnotic room. But the accommodator could not stop the onslaught of tears nor the agony echoing within his beating heart. So the boy cried, continuing to cry for all the tears he had not shed. He cried for Cross who is presumed to be dead; he cried for Mana and the man's hardships; he cried for himself, now understanding how a caged bird felt as the so distant sky called out to them. The so distant freedom dangling out of reach.
Freedom.
Allen wanted to be free from the twisted road he was forced to walk alone.
He clutched the other's dark colored shirt tightly while burying his shameful tears into the warm chest of Kanda. In return, Kanda wrapped his arms around the breaking soldier, hushing the painful cries with sugar coated words.
"I'm tired." Allen whispered, sinking into the blackness that was obstructing his view other the beautiful man comforting him in his time of need.
"Then sleep." and sleep Allen did.
I'm sorry this is so poorly written. -bows to any readers who do read this- I've tried different story ideas and this is the only one with a completed plot...kinda. Just enough to get me started. So yeah, sorry for the over usage of the word 'the', their names, 'pitiful', 'sorrow', 'sorrowful', 'sadness' etc. And sorry for the many commas I inserted in there. I was trying to get off the word 'the'. So, sorry. If any of you have any tips on that I'm more than willing to listen.
Oh yeah! And sorry if it didn't make sense and sounds kinda choppy. I will review this prologue later and hopefully be able to edit it, once I have at least a few more chapters. ^^ So review! Tell me your thoughts and when I can correct when I have the time. Well, Chinchilla out!