Hi everyone! This is my first multi-chapter story! I hope to update either every night, or every other night:D Anyways, it's an AU where Mana never died, and basically his descent into an even deeper madness since finding out Allen would be turning into Neah. Oh and Allen starts out as a ten year old in this but progressively gets older. Man, I hope you guys love it~

Disclaimer: I do not own -Man, sadly enough. Murrr!

"Get rid of him! Who could ever want a monster like that?"

"He is our son! We have to keep him."

"You hate him just as much as I do! Just get rid of him."

"…I know but…alright. Hopefully he'll die unnoticed on the streets."

"Mommy…? Daddy…?" A small boy awoke with a start from his makeshift bed of straw and raggedy cloth, older than the dust gathering on the cracked window next to him. The child lifted his hand up to his face for a moment, feeling his cheeks that were raw from his salty tears. "Did I cry while I was asleep?" The child looked downward, his body trembling with grief as he sighed. "At least Mana cares for me." He paused, looking at the bars that caged him inside the bantam quarters. "I think."

"I've finally found you, Neah! My beloved brother! You've come back to me after 35 years of waiting! But why must you have come back in the form of some ignorant street urchin? No, no. That's not what matters. You'll be taking over Allen soon enough. I have to remember that. I just have to make sure nothing happens to the brat until then." The clown looked at the hidden doorway concealing the cell-like room young Allen Walker was concealed in, while taking a sip of some cheap wine he found in the garbage earlier that evening. "The only way he'll be able to get out of there is if his innocence activates, and he uses it to break the bars that surround the interior of the room. But I'll make sure that won't happen." Mana eyed the axe hanging on the wall. "I'll just have to cut off his arm if the time comes. Anything to ensure my Neah will come back to me!" The man took another sip of his wine, slowly his mind drifting off into a drunken sleep.

"How about you come with me when I leave here tomorrow?"

"No way, you're some creepy old man I just met! What kind of dumbass do you take me for? I'm 7, not a newborn!"

"I'm not old. One day I woke up and I was a middle-aged man. I'm seventeen. I don't know how it happened, but it did."

"You're crazy."

"Maybe. So are you coming with me, or are you going to get beat up by Cosimo some more?"

"…I…I guess I'll come with you. But only because I'm sick of Cosimo's shit."

"My, my. We must do something about that rude mouth of yours."

"Shut the hell up."

For the first time of his life, Allen smiled.

"That's right. Mana saved me from Hell. The constant beatings at the circus…not knowing where I was sleeping that night, or when the next time I was eating was going to be. The stares and screams as people saw my arm. He's fucking crazy, but he's the only person who thought of me as a kid, and not a monster. Of course he cares about me. He locked me in here to keep me safe!" The young silvette, (though unknown to him why his hair was white, it's because his body tried to reject Neah's soul, but failed, and the stress of the ordeal was too great) grasped at one of the rusting bars. "Even with Mana as my company…it gets so lonely being stuck here." Allen sat back down on the floor. "Isn't there anyone to talk to me?"

"There's me."

The child jumped. "Wh-Who the hell are you?" Panic was quite easily heard in his voice.

"The man in your head."

And we are done! Sorry the first chapter was so short, but the next part wouldn't fit in with this chapter! Some may ask why Allen is locked in a cage. Well tune in for the next chapter and you'll find out!:D