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Love, Keta
Chapter 1: The Darkest Prince Daughters of darkness
Sisters insane
A little evil
Goes a long, long way
We stand together
No we're not afraid
We'll live forever
Daughters of darkness
Daughters of darkness
-Daughters of Darkness (Halestorm)
A knock on the black painted surface of Allen's door has his silver-grey eyes opening to face the dawn, or rather noon, of a new day with all the enthusism of any normal teenager. "Fuck! It's too bloody early!"
"Get up anyway!"
"Fuck off, Road!"
"Milleni told me to get you!"
"Uggh, I was still sleeping! Uncle Neah never wakes me up!"
"Neah spoils you!"
"And I like it!"
"Road~, my darling daughter~, where are you?"
"Shit, Allen, let me in!" He sniggers, gives himself time to stretch languilly and tucks a strand of his lower back length, white hair behind his ear before opening the door to the frantic Noah. "My savior!" She hurtles herself into the room, slams the door shut and bolts every single army-grade lock.
"I can't believe that you'd go to such lengths to get away from Cheryl."
"You've lived here for four years now, and you still don't get why I run away, seriously?"
"No I understand. But still, pretending that Milleni wants me, therefor waking me from my peaceful slumber, is inexcusable."
"You don't really care, or I'd be burried in the place where Jasdevi was yesterday already."
"They deserved it."
She rolls her eyes and collapses on the bed with a sigh of contentment, knowing that no one in their right mind would disturb Allen when he's in his room. "So if I stole your chocolate pudding..."
"I would bury you alive."
"Okay! So after that mess has been cleaned up, wanna play poker?"
"Do you want to lose?"
"No."
"Then no."
"Wanna play dress up?"
"Wanna be given to Cheryl?"
"No."
"Then there's your answer."
"Wanna go explore a 'haunted house'?"
"Do I get ice cream?"
"Yes."
"Three scoops of vanilla and four of mint?"
"Yes."
"Are you paying?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll go."
With Lero in his hand, Allen smiles, gesturing for the Earl's golemn to open his umbrella top. "Are you sure we should be should be doing this Lero?"
"No but it sounds like fun! And besides we get ice cream out of it!"
The golemn glares at the teen and promptly starts to sulk. "What?"
"Lero you mean that you'll get ice cream, and I get nothing."
"I promise that I'll share mine if Road doesn't buy you some."
"Vanilla and mint?"
"Of course!"
"I love you, you know that Lero."
"Yep!" Allen replies before bracing himself to jump. "Ready!" He doesn't wait for Lero's okay before leaping off the side of the
building.
They glide down to a broken window of the Laker Mansion with the umbrella's screams ringing out in the air. When they land inside, Allen just scoffs at the threats
Lero's throwing at him and makes his way up the staircase to the pianist's tower with his free hand's fingers playing to a silent tune.
As his hand yanks open the door to his musical salvation, he finds Neah's presence thick in his mind. 'Yes?'
'Are you planning on playing?'
'Yes.'
'Do you want a partner?'
Allen smiles at the thought and mentally nods. 'If you feel up to it, Uncle Neah.'
'I do. But we must be careful.'
'We will. Now stop being a pansy.'
Hands land on his shoulders, spinning him around into the strong chest of the Noah of Destruction. "Did you just call me a pansy?"
Allen gulps. "No."
"Lero don't kill him! He's going to get me ice cream Lero!"
The teen fixes him with a steely gaze. "Ice cream's more important than me?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Now I know why umbrellas shouldn't talk."
"Lero and you didn't believe Road."
"Shut up."
Neah laughs, righting his adoptive nephew, and leads him to the piano. "Let's play."
"Kay."
Two sets of hands, one pair umber, the other snowy white as they oppose the darkness beside it. Both owners of said hands sport bright smiles full of beautiful white teeth, and eyes that betray their pridefulness and the happiness they feel at having family that cannot ever leave, unless Death sinks his talons onto the younger's soul.
"Uncle Neah." The elder makes a noise in question. "I love you."
"I love you too." And then...
"Lavi!"
"Kanda don't kill me!"
They trade a look. "Shit."