Symbiosis
Summary: Symbiosis: cohabitation of two entities, that is beneficial to both participants. Allen hated that his Innocence was referred to as parasite – he prefers to call their relationship symbiosis. After all power comes at a price. And that price is time. Events from Crown Clown's POV.
Warning: violence, swearing, grammatical mistakes. Allen-mental-torture.
Pairings: none intended but can be interpreted as Crown ClownXAllen or EveryoneXAllen
Rating: T
Disclaimer: abraca-dabra disclaim! Own nothing! Hail Hoshino!
A/N: length of chapters are uneven, sorry about that, I hope it won't ruin the experience.
I would also like to thank you guys the follows, favorites and the reviews.
NVCiel: Thank you for the compliment, the review, the follow, the favorite, both the story and me as well, it feels really good to know that you like my story so far :)
thor94: It'll be posessive Innocence-chan so it'll be reeeally mad o.O
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Chapter 2: Secret Late-Night Meetings
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Another harsh slap cracked on the boy's already bruised cheek. "Didn't I fucking tell you to shut the fuck up?!" his furious abuser – his father – snarled at him then took a big gulp of the cheap beverage he drunk. The Innocence was furious, the child only asked to be fed already and then this this this-! Insolent fool, who doesn't even deserve to be referred to as a parent hit its poor Master!
The child gave up on trying and left for the streets in search of some food he could find tossed away. It didn't approve of this source of nutrients but there was no helping it, that disgusting man spent all their income on alcohol.
The child looked terrible. The baby-fat melted away, revealing thin bones; the small frame that should look plump was akin to a living skeleton. How he managed to stay alive was an enigma. The boy did have fighting spirit despite the hunger pains it had to admit. Maybe this fighting spirit of the boy's was calling out to it. Even the first time it laid eyes on the fetus, he was fighting to survive in his malnourished mother's womb. It remembered their time in the urethra, those intimate moments, when only its Master and it existed and developed together. That time he zapped the nutrients from his mother, now it did the same way. No wonder the boy was so skinny.
It infuriated it to no end that its Wielder was forced to even go near those trashcans full of bacteria, not to mention eating from them. All it could do is to dull the pain in his wounds. And dear god, this child had horrible wounds.
It all started when its dear Host was finally born. In the minute the midwife cleaned away the blood she started screaming, almost dropping the baby. Hearing the screech the father of the child rushed to her child, only to be horrified when he laid eyes on the disfigured left hand where the Innocence resided.
They were reluctant to keep the child, but since the news of 'the boy born with that freakish arm' spread in the neighbourhood they had to keep him as noone wanted to adopt him. Again human hypocrytism: no one bats an eye at a baby's suffering, but once said baby is dead they point their accusing fingers on each other. It seems they love to poke their nose in other's business, however when trouble arrives they flee. It was pretty ironic that the human's hypocritism saved the child's life, after all the parents were scared that they'll be called child murderers. But regretfully that didn't mean they cared.
The mother too, was so disgusted that she refused to breastfed the child, instead she forced her child to drink some artificial milk from powder. Needles to say it didn't provide the proper nutrients for its Master's proper growth.
They reduced human contract to the boy to an extreme minimum, to the Innocence's great loathing they didn't even name him. Here they are, its Host and itself, the saviours of mankind, the hope, the light, the flesh and blood of that drunk fool and that vain woman, their own child mistreated like this! Poor boy is so frightened of his own parents, he barely talks, hence his speaking skills are almost non-existent.
But they were far from done. The first act of phisical abuse happened in the boy's second year. Seeing other, happy families' smiling faces childlike jealousy welled in his heart. He blocked the way of his mother, reaching out his thin arms towards her, asking to be picked up, to be held, to be loved... Seeing his hopeful eyes dread and disgust settled in the woman's eyes. With a harsh backhanding she shattered her son's fantasy.
From that point things went downhill drastically. The cruel beatings became even harsher as the father picked up on drinking. Soon the pale skin was littered with cuts and bruises. The scars were a different story, even though they would fade in time they were still present, an eternal reminder of his childhood abuse.
Being the coward she was his mother put all the blame on the boy, who had no idea what was going on. All he understood was the pain of his throbbing flesh and having those cold, piercing eyes glaring at him.
The Innocence hated this. Its Accomodator was exposed to such torture – because of something that was entirely out of his control – and it was powerless to stop it. It couldn't activate itself, it couldn't fight against humans. The most it could do was to act as the child's danger/survival instict and whisper soothing words in his dreams, where all mental barriers were down.
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The boy has finally fallen asleep despite his hunger. Unbeknownst to him and his parents, the Innocence gave off a soft glow as it connected to its dear Wielder's subconscious to scult soothing dreams for him.
The Innocence prepared a landscape similar to the one the boy lived in. Not far away from the periphery of London's East End was a dried out forest the child frequented during daytime – sometimes even at night –, when he wasn't in search of food. He would walk deeper in the forest until he found a clearing, in its center a pond. Even though the trees were dead the boy found peace in the silence. Noone hurt him here, there was no pain, no suffering, just him. Alone...
The Innocence felt the loneliness eat away the child's heart. The more the child suffered, the more sentimentally attached it found itself. The abuse – that like it or not the Innocence's presence caused – made it more possessive and more protective over the child. It wasn't thinking of its Master as a partner anymore, that was too businesslike. It started to view him as its possession, its child, its other part. They were one. And it would make sure that it made up with love, even if the boy didn't remember.
There he was roaming in the fake forest. He was heading for his favorite spot by the pond. However, he stopped when he spotted an unfamiliar figure there, under the crown on a particularly big tree. He slowly approached the motionless figure. It looked like a strange statue, like a head and armless human body. Although the pair of wings sprouting from its back betrayed its non-human nature.
Driven by curiosity the boy approached the figure. Firstly he studied it at arms length, taling in its details. The Innocence tried not to fidget under the boy's glance. Even though this is not the first time they meeted like this it couldn't help its excitement. Besides the boy didn't remember anything after he woke up, so every night was like a fresh start. Only the sense of deja vu remained.
Hesintantly, the boy reached out to it and it slowly moved to nuffle itself in the child's hand. That desire was rejected when the boy let out a scared gasp and ran away. However as he noticed no footsteps followed his ones he stopped and hid behind a tree. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he peeked out from behind the tree... Only to find that the creature itself disappeared too!
Frowning lightly the boy stepped out of his hiding place as he continued to eye his tree. Sudden movement caught his eye, the creature peeked out from behind his tree! Gasping again the boy hid behind the tree for refuge again. After a few moments he peeked again, but the creature was gone. Though not for long, it peeked out again, but this time it hid before the boy would. Now the boy was utterly confused, could it be that the creature meant no harm?
Meanwhile the Innocence waited paitently for the boy to reapproach it. It's not the first time they've done this. At first it randomly appeared before the boy, who in fear ran away. Seeing that this tactic didn't work, it settled for another one. Thus it posed under the boy's favorite tree waiting for him to come and then pounce on the unsuspecting cutie. Another alternative was that it appeared behind the tree where the boy was hiding. The plan failed miserably, the child woke up screaming bloody murder and successfully wetted himself. That hurt the Innocence's pride a little, it wasn't that scary looking. Okay, maybe seeing a mummy-like head and armless body with wings wasn't promising.
It realised that it couldn't chase after the boy, since he woke up, waking the whole neighbourhood, thus receiving harsh berating. That didn't do. It had to achieve that the child came to it. So it made up this game of hide-and-seek, to show the boy that it didn't feel superior towards him.
And as planned the boy did follow it. The Innocence could barely contain the urge to jump at him, but he didn't want to scare him off – again. The child was finally in front of it warily eyeing. Slowly he reached out his hand again to touch the creature. Soft skin met the warm exterior of the Innocence. It let out a hum of delight. At an excuriatingly slow place – but it'll be worth it! It reminded itself – the Innocence stretched its long neck in the child's direction, not stopping until it nuzzled itself in the boy's neck. Its Accomodator tensed, but when nothing came, just warmth he eased up. Seeing that the child calmed comewhat down, it enshrouded the boy with its wings, giving him an awkward hug.
The child's mercury eyes widened and tears ran down on his hollow cheeks. The small form trembled in its embrace then reciprocated it squeezing his face in the creature's chest. The Innocence let the poor boy find his much-needed comfort. He was young, small and weak, he needed it.
With each tear the Innocence's determination grew. Yes, it would protect its child and comfort him, even though that's not part of the standard Innocence-Apostle relationship. That doesn't matter, there are no restrictions on that. It would be by his side forever.
Okay, so this is Allen's early childhood till he's five-ish. I know I'm really cruel to emotionally torture him like this, please don't kill me! R&R&F&F me please!
