Sorry this took so long a had to do something called idea hunting. The first chapter/prologue of this story was short and it was just the idea, so I didn't have to really come up with multiple things, hence why it is that short. This possibly could become a crossover with supernatural (there should be more of those) probably because it fits this story so well, but if it does than it wont soon and I am only on the third season hopefully farther by then and some of my knowledge will be biased on what I can make out of a few of my friends fan girling episodes. Also note that this starts right were the last chapter ends off, so we are still with the reaper here.

Also to that on person who reviewed

The Weirdo In The Corner: Ya, I've had this idea for a long time, Allen as a ghost just makes sense. Thanks for being the only person who reviewed.

I do not own D. Gray-man, This is purely fan-made.

~Enjoy~

~Allens POV~

I calmed down a bit as my mind finally was able to process the information given.

Everything is fine, I'm just dead and maybe will never see my friends again. Yep, things are fine, just fine, wonderful, fine, fine, fine. Oddly enough, despite my panicking mind, those thoughts came out as calm as my outward appearance.

Should I be worried about that?

The onyx eyed man before me seemed to notice that I had come to terms with the tornado that was my head. Those very eyes were incredibly soft, as if he sees people react as I did many times before.

Then again, he probably has.

He took a few steps forward and started to speak.

"Now that you're feeling better," I really wasn't,"There are quite a few things that I think you should know."

At my thoroughly confused face he elaborated. "What, you didn't think I would send you on your own without telling you a little about what you will face in your time ahead. Don't think that because you're dead that you're invincible."

This was said kindly even though the words themselves held a joking quality.

He started an agonizingly long speech. "Spirits live on a different pane of existence than the rest of the world. You won't be bound to this world as some are, but you still will have to go through it to do many things."

Trying to find my way is obviously going to be an imposibility.

"The reason why this is such a pain really is how to navigate it. You could get hopefully lost, and no, this has nothing to do with your poor navigational skills." I bit back a retort and continued to try to commit everything he says to memory.

"One step you're all the way across town and two more you're in someones memory!"

"Just think of this," he continued," most places are in a sense, a room. Everything is connected and if you're not careful you may jump rooms to somewhere you don't want to be."

"All the rooms are shaped to reflect something. The room most dependent on its inhabitants is the memory room. Each room is one memory and most of the spirits that have to live through their deaths reside in this type of room." He pauses and looks at me, somehow I know he is giving me time to fully understand what he is saying.

That made sense. If I went to a room that had spirits constantly reliving their lives, the room must have something to do with it.

"On the other side of the spectrum, There is property biased rooms. Usually one house or building is this type. They are in a sense the place they are." …... What?

"Some if not most of the earthbound spirits live in this type of room. Though they are not in the 'same space' per say, they still affect the living as well as the energy in the area they are at. In this type of room, the spirits are more conscious in a way; they are able to and most likely will try to interact with you."

Probably someplace I want to avoid. I started taking notes, though I don't know where I got the pen and paper.

"Those two are the most common, types but there are many more. Like black and white, there will always be many shades of gray in between. If you think of it like this knowing where you want to go will be much easier."

He proceeded to tell me how to jump from in between the spaces.

He stopped to let me write and seemed to be thinking of what to say next. "Honestly there isn't any other ways to easily navigate the world, you really will have to figure out how to on your own." at this my face contorted into a full blown pout. He chuckled and ruffled my snow white locks.

So I'm going to get lost in this place, though I don't think my wonderful navigational skills will really affect this. I wonder what these rooms will be like, or if that trick he told me will work for me.

I continued this train of thought quietly for a few moments before smiling as a signal to the raven topped male to continue with his lessons, which he happily did.

"One thing has to do with the people you may encounter. Most people will not know of your existence unless you try to make your presence known. There are some, however, that may be able to see or sense you despite your wishes. These people as you know are mediums, or people finely in-tune with spirits."

This makes me feel kind of bad. Despite my curse I never really believed in mediums, always suspecting them to be some kind of ploy.

Though, it makes sense why I would, my life isn't all puppies and rainbows.

"Not all mediums—in fact most do not—know they are one. This means you will have to be careful to tell if they are one first before they do. Be careful if you are to approach them in any way." he warned wholeheartedly.

He proceeded to tell me of the various types of mediums. After commenting that I wouldn't be able to take my notes with me, I tossed the paper away.

"Most mediums develop a mind-scape to control their powers. A mindscape is a mental plane that reflects your own personality. It is a place where you can reflect on events, and basically holds your thoughts. It also has a path to your memories, all of them, many people don't know that its impossible to forget something, you just don't have access to the memory at the time. Everyone has one but few know how to really enter it."

"On another note, there is a dream-scape. A dream-scape is something you have been to before, it is a lot like a mindscape but its where you go in your dreams. This is much easier for spirits to interact with, but be careful as one wrong move and you could give the person nightmares."

My mind immediately began to wander to that strange dream world he went to with the reverse colors, shadow people, and Neah in it. Forcing myself to come back to reality- or whatever you call this- I signaled for the reaper to continue his lesson.

"... You know, he really did love you. Both of them did. You had quite the dead family..." He murmured.

"Giving people nightmares is wrong and only is done by evil spirits. They not only torment the living but you too. They often know how to trap other spirits onto a location to torture them, so avoid touching them or anyone they touch. It doesn't matter if its a nice spirit, like it or not it will capture you too." He said with warning laced into every word coming out of his mouth.

I winced as if the information was acid. His words were Stern, yet his eyes sad.

"Avoid really any evil entity you come across unless you know for sure that you are stronger then it. They are not afraid to consume you, they will try to absorb you."

He looked at me and carefully gave the next piece of information. An exorcist can get rid of the spirit, but they can get rid of me too.

"your abilities will be more powerful than the average ghost, but because you are new at this your energy levels will be low and it will show. Think of it like this, your abilities are strong and so are you, but you endurance will be trash for the first few months." He gave a light chuckle.

"Another thing to note is your Innocence. Luckily when those two attacks collided, the two substances canceled each-other out so Crown Clown was not damaged. Honestly he would go to the ends of the earth for you, and without a doubt is waiting for you now. Other shards like the ones your friends accommodated might want to go with you too- if you find them- but I think the others just want to be left alone."

My face fell for a moment at the mention of my friends, but I quickly caught it. ….. too soon. I silently thought. I had a feeling that this lesson time was slowly coming to a close.

He faltered for a second before continuing talking. "There is one thing I have to tell you..." he shyly stated earning a confused look. "When going to the physical world, your appearance might be altered by the curse, how I don't know but it will." He talked slowly as if scared of my reaction.

I decided not to dwell on it long and deal with it later. "Thank You." I said, my voice scratchy from lack of use.

His face lit up, and he smiled again. "Oh and one more thing, time is odd here so we have been here for a few centuries. I will be in the twenty-first century when you get there." I groaned as one thought entered my mind.

This means I'm going to get triple lost doesn't it.

Well there we go, the first chapter of He Who Forever Walks. This chapter was meant to explain a lot in the sense of what knowledge I will be using for this story. Of course I left out a bit for Allen to discover but whatever. Sorry if this is a bit dialogue heavy but it kinda has to be. I still don't know if I should call the reaper Hei or give him another name. If there are any problems with my story, any at all, then tell me as this is not beta-ed. If anyone wants to add some supernatural knowledge that I missed then tell me.

Please review constructive criticism is welcome

~AzureSkyTower~

1/16/15

I cut out some of the explaining. It seemed a little boring. Although having things taught is fun, too much is just too much. I'll probably be updating the changes once every day. Revising all of this is not that time consuming but the new chapters will be, so I have to give myself time.

I'm just going to leave the old AN's in there for old times sake.

It shows how much a person can mature in not all that much time.

Although it may seem a bit longer, Its actually a good few hundred words shorter.

Oh well.