Another chapter... hopefully something else will happen in this and actually have some action in it. After this I'll try and make it mainly in the present (Flashbacks take up too much bllahh blahhh time) and apparently still no romance ¬_¬ There will be some... soon. But this is more angsty (Well a lot more...) than the first chapter I'd say. Next chapter might take a bit longer to do ^^;

Flashback=Italics

Endearing eyes opened to see the sight of snow drops in their visual range. Tears stained the skin below, where they'd collected mainly against a long scar. Once again this scar followed up a porcelain face, towards a pentacle. Allen Walker's scar. In a child like embrace he held himself whilst slumped against his door, a door covered in deep and faint scratch marks, the door closing his room off to reality.

After a few minutes of blankly staring into the empty abyss of this room, Allen's eyes began to dart around looking for the source of comfort he felt. Crowned clown had carefully adopted the boy's body, protecting it from harsh chills of the eerie room. This was his innocence, an outfit worn by the unfortunate clown that was always protecting others, whilst a saddened tear constantly sat on his cheek. However, in Allen's case this was his scar. Lax feathers, that cushioned his head, trailed off to a beaming white cape which covered the rest of his body. "Ahh, what time is it? And why am I here..." as his voice trailed off he remembered what happened last night.

"BANG! Ah, ouc...h ahh" winded, the boy struggled to pick his limb body off the stone cold flooring. "It was just... harharr.. a...aha...nigh...nightmare" said the boy as he continued in failing to catch his breath. Cold sweat was launched across the room where he'd fallen, as well as the devastating tears of sadness. Furious hands tore away at his skin to take the remaining tears, casting friction burns under his eyes.

While recalling the dream Allen's mind pondered 'Is Master really the person I'll kill? But why... why was Lavi the one to stop me from...' at that point he realised that the nightmare didn't go any further. 'Could he... be my ...saviour?' His mind pondered away to an image of Lavi, giving off his usual protective barrier of a smile then to another from when he lost control with Road.

The moon light slowly crawled across the faint body; twitches suggesting movement were seen in shadows. The teenager stumbled onto his feet, like a toddler taking their first steps towards growing up. A monotonous tone of grey filled the depressed eyes as they locked onto a door handle. Reached out was an ailing black hand with scale like rings around its digits, the discolouration continued on and hid under the sleeve of Allen's shirt.

"Click, ickkk...buh!", swiftly the door was opened then closed in an attempt to lessen the action's sound level. The tremble of footsteps softly increased, as too did the speed in which they were felt. It must have been very late, since the masses of creeping corridors were silent and Allen's quickened footsteps were the only moving parts in them.

The footsteps stopped abruptly outside a door, holding a sign saying 'The amazing Lavi's and old Panda's Haven '. A secret chuckle broke his mouth and distracted him momentarily from his thoughts.

Emotionlessly, his solitary figure stood to face the door, 'should I go in, what if he's not awake... he'll get cranky and ehh... Why am I even here in the first place' his eyes looked elsewhere till he reminded himself, "I'm sure that dream meant something, like a hidden message. Lavi's been through so many wars, maybe he can teach me to understand this pain...". Taking in the dense air the boy knocked on the door, lightly once then louder again. Instantly he heard the sound of bed springs launching and a mass dropping heavily back on them.

After a few awkward minute of standing poised while Allen could hear small shuffles, he gave a blissful sigh and plodded back to his room. 'It's hardly like he could have comforted me anyway, should have just stayed where I was.'

Yet again he hastily swung his door open and closed it careful not to wake any others. Upon entering the teen's rear descended onto the harsh floor adjacent to the door. Tears dribbled over his snow flake eye lashes, stinging his skin as they passed over where Allen had previous rubbed raw. He shut his eyes in the hope that he'd forget these abominable feelings of loneliness.

Eventually, with eyes unsealed, he stared at a dinner plate under his bed. Contained on it were some bone that had been savagely stripped of their meat, a spoon, fork and a steak knife sharp enough to cut through any animal's skin. Suddenly his eyes illuminated on this knife. He stretched out to knock it using his small boot and then clamped it to the floor in order to drag it towards his body. Hesitantly Allen touched the handle, feeling relief in his once stressed fingers. He proceeded to grip it properly and brought it ever closer to his trembling body.

At the speed of sound Allen forced the knife down his arm, "Ch-hing!" "What? Where's the pain?" he roared, as quiet as possible. Then he notices it. Feathers caressed his face as crowned clown was shielding the targeted arm. Staring blankly at the Innocence he wondered how it activated without him making it. Twitching rapidly the knife was dropped with a breif bang onto the floor, he gazed at his edge claw. Allen energetically made the claw slashed all directions of his arm, yet crowned clown still was stopping him from making contact. Occasionally as the hits would ricocheted off and they hit the door making more marks. Teeth locked, muffled screams and tears flew in every direction. The scene now looked like one of a partner's tragedy after finding out their loved one had left the world. "Fine!" he whispered viciously. He trapped some of his cheek between his teeth and chopped down as hard as he could. Tasting the sweet yet distorted taste of blood, he spat out the part of broken flesh. Finally, he felt more emotional stable, along with a small grin that balance on his face 'not so powerful now, aye, crowned clown'.

With an air of peace, Allen closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The sound of rushed footsteps outside broke him from his reminiscing. As he staggered to his feet the innocence surrounding him deactivated. Searching for something else to spy on, he found the mirror. Beneath his eyes was still heavily sore looking, however they didn't sting now. Crimson blood had dried vertically down his chin, and filtered down his neck over his petite adam's apple, finally met at a large ruby strain on the shirt's collar. Thankfully, there hadn't been any blood spilt onto his trademark red ribbon. Leaving the only problems of his shirt and rough cheeks, 'I have spares shirts, and I'm sure I could just hide my cheeks somehow' he thought as his started washing the blood off.

Finally, the room and his appearance were as spotless as a hospital. A tenderly smile grew on his face whilst he practised his gentlemen ways, the ones that got him through any situation. Two knocks beckoned his attention, "Hey Allen, are you coming for breakfast?" a friendly voice almost shouted. Allen nodded to himself in the mirror.

"Sure, I'm coming now" in a cheery tone, as if nothing ever happened.