A/N- this is gonna be angsty. Tell me if you want more, I actually have initiative for this story.
CHAPTER ONE - Epilogue.
No one needs to notice. I don't want to trouble them with my issues. Besides, there's nothing that they could do to stop it, Allen thought, as he limped the corridors at nights of the new building of the Order. He couldn't go to sleep. He could be training, or eating, or showering. Anything but the nightmares. Anything but the hoarse throat he wakes up with from screaming. Anything but sleeping. This had been getting to be a nightly routine, although it was more of a 'welcome back' present this time.
You see, when Allen had arrived at the place so that he could begin to destroy demon's and whatnot with the other exorcists, Hevlaska had an announcement to make. It was as follows: There is to be another special innocence wielder. This human will have the strength to go further than most. But it differs from the generals in this way: He will be the Battery. Many took to heart this new discovery, that the Battery was to charge up other innocence. They were wrong though. This Battery was to be a charger for those who seek power. Not just those with innocence. Humans, Noah, demons and anything that could reach it could use it as their battery.
And who other than Allen would be a great wielder of such an innocence. Allen was the Battery.
This is okay. I'm helping. A mantra he told himself every night since his arrival. Hevlaska didn't seem to realize that she didn't cover for him very well on the first day. She had noticed this strange occurrence as she held him to her face. A strange sense of sadness had taken over her, as she had seen what was to be of him. By calling him the Destroyer Of Time, she meant that he was the one who could make you immortal. She tried desperately to make this as discreet for him as possible. She didn't want the humans taking advantage of him as they did to her. But to him it would be different. The only way, she knew, to get the power from him was to take it by force. One would have to mate with him. It didn't matter if he wanted it or not, the power would still seep from him to the person doing it. What an unfortunate soul, she had thought, to have to live with this curse.
And that it was.
And the worst part, was that someone understood exactly what she was trying to hide. They understood that when she had made both of these announcements that it was about Allen, and that they coincided. They didn't care that it probably was only valid to innocence, they wanted power. If they had a chance, they would take it. So, the next night after Allen's arrival to the Black Order, he called the boy to him. How smiley he was at the time. How difficult to break. Although it had taken him about a week to figure out exactly how to extract the power, at least now it was in his grasp. The best part was that the man could always go back and charge himself up again.
I can only imagine if it was someone else... he thought sadly as he made his way to the training grounds. He really wasn't hungry, so he wouldn't go to the caff. Was he ever anymore though? It only ever tasted like salty, slimy- wait, no, he couldn't think about it. Thinking about it only ever made everything worse.
Perhaps I can read in the training grounds, he thought. He really hated being alone, but the crowds everywhere really made him nervous. No one could tell though, since no one ever paid enough attention to him to realize anything was amiss. But it was confusing to him as well, as he didn't like to be alone, but he also hated being around people.
This also had to do with the fact that Lenalee and Lavi were very watchful. They would pile food onto his plate if they saw him only eating a fraction of what he would normally eat. So, as he was bound to get thinner and thinner with the lack of nutrients, and the lack of energy everyday from his nightly visits, and his training, he wore extra clothing. Under his normal button up white shirt, he wore a thick sweater. No one noticed, though. Perhaps, when he wasn't looking, some did, but none that he was aware of.
And why would they want to? He was dirty now, defiled. Also, there was the ever potent danger of them finding out that he was the Battery. They might just do the same... God knew that his body wouldn't be able to handle two people wanting to be charged. But still, sometimes Lenalee or Lavi would drop hints that he could talk to them about anything, and they meant anything. This made him nervous. He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to talk about it. It made him comfortable to keep the memories back inside of his head, where he could bury them in happy thoughts about Mana and all of the times they had had together.
But lately things were going different. He was starting to black out in places, and his memory wouldn't recount how he got back to his bed later. He knew where he would have blacked out at, say the training room or the showers, but never how he got back in bed... this worried him, not only because when he was unconscious, people could be taking advantage of him, but it was happening more and more lately. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep... or food... or energy... this made him grimace. It was only a downward spiral, with no way back up. The person who had been using him would only continue to do so until Allen himself went mad or died. Perhaps the latter would happen sooner than he thought... the thought had strangely no effect on him. Ehehe... have I always been so keen to see my own death? Oh, how things have changed, Mana.
He finally sat down on the edge of a window looking out of the training facility. The man using him had kept him there late today, as he had just come back from a mission. He was of no use of course, with the lack of proper energy, but the sight of his Crown Clown still made some fear in the smaller demons. It was 4am now, and he knew that sleep would be futile. Eating could wait to be tried later, when he knew that Lenalee and Lavi wouldn't be there to pester him. He loved them, but he knew that if he stayed around them long enough, they were bound to notice that something was up. That can't happen, he thought.
He opened his book to the saved page and read, until when he heard a sound, he looked up. A sword danced into view, along with a beautiful Asian man with a blind fold trapped around his eyes and pony tail. He ended up only reading the same paragraph over and over as his eyes were keen to follow the every move of the man. His hate for him had long dissipated, being replaced by nothingness. He really didn't care if Kanda hated him or not, it wouldn't matter in his situation anyway. The important part was that he was impassive.
For some reason, this fact made Allen's interest peak.
Most people found Allen interesting, felt something for him, be it admiration, love, hate, interest, or the use of him being the Batttery. For Kanda this seemed to be different, it was like he had no time to hate him, and found no use in loving him. Perhaps he just didn't care about anyone for that matter. That seemed to be it, too. But still, as he watched the samurai swinging his sword at invisible attackers, he couldn't help but hold a little bit of admiration for the man. His hair was long, and as girly as it was, suited him to no end. Allen found himself closing his book, only to watch tiredly as Kanda spun and flung himself at targets. He's slicing at flies, how great is his hearing? Allen noticed as he watched how the little insects fell to the ground. What precision!
"Stop watching me, Moyashi." Sounded a cruel voice, startling Allen into dropping his book.
"I'm sorry." Was his dull reply. He felt no need to be angry back lately. He had no energy for that...
"If you're here, train, don't just sit there and stare." He growled at Allen, flipping off his sweaty blindfold to reveal his startling black eyes.
"I can leave."
As he got up to walk to the door, a bout of dizziness overcame him. His senses blacked out one by one, first his taste, then scent, then touch, he didn't feel as he fell to the floor. Then his sight, he didn't see as Kanda ran after him, only to come a second short as the boy still fell the floor. Then his hearing, he didn't hear the older cursing. He didn't know how often this had happened, or about the looks he received as this same man carried him back to his bed after time and time again. He didn't know that someone was aware of his every failing health. He didn't see this man watching as he ate less and less. He didn't know that outside of his room, was someone hearing him scream. He didn't know that this man asked to be paired on missions with him for a reason, that Kanda was the sole reason he wasn't dead yet on the battlefield.
He didn't know that Kanda cared about him.