AN: So... Well, this is my first fanfic... ever. EHHE.. That may explain major failures or words spelled wrong. ...or words just getting overused. Like 'apparently'... in the first paragraphs in the previous/first chapter. ._.;; Oh, who cares, this is just for fun. And FYI, trying to separate Allen from Allen is pretty hard to do... Eheh... And, FYI AGAIN, I didn't check the previous chapter for mistakes or anything... well, besides the spelling-checker(?) in the program... so I'm guessing that there's a lot of mistakes involving grammar...

PS, rating is just... well, I just picked one. And there might be some slaughter 'hoho' in upcoming chapters … maybe. I haven't really decided any details yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own man or any of the characters in it. * sigh * I deeply wish I did.

Chapter 2

Chat and school.

Allen watched the other smiling face in the mirror while his mouth was hanging open pretty wide and making him look kinda sick. The other Allen just watched him with a small but genuine smile. And maybe some amusement too?

"...You're... what?"

'I am Allen Walker' His smile grew larger and as he talked Allen felt the other mans voice vibrate inside his head. He figured that if he and this... hallucination would talk for a long time he would have a very bad headache the next morning, making his day a hell.

'And I am someone very close to you, even though you don't know it.'

Allen scowled. This person was not someone close to him... Was he going mental or something? And now he was talking about the other Allen... But he himself maybe's gonna go crazy too...

"Is that why I had to talk to you? And why you're in my head and bothering me all the time?" He asked.

The other one nodded.

'Yes. Since I had to talk to you about a very... worrying problem'

"... And what is that?" And what did Allen have to do with it?

The older-Allen looked surprised and while he got the chance of a lifetime, he looked more closely at them both. Sure, they did look very much alike, but not as much as he first had thought. At first sight, older-Allen looked like he had very short hair, except from some bangs at the side of his head, but Allen noticed that he had a long ponytail running down his back which was very visible when he moved even just a little bit. And yes, the haircolour was very much the same.

Their faces was a lot alike, if you don't think about the scars. They had different scars. Older-Allen had a red pentagram right above his left eyebrow and a red line going down his face towards his jawline. Allen didn't have such a big one. He just had the red cross that sometimes shone with a green light on the same place as older-Allen had the pentagram, and some kind of a line running down from it. Maybe he was a very masochistic child and played a lot with knives. He didn't know.

And then there was the length and muscles. Older-Allen obviously was at least fifteen centimeters taller and he looked like he had been working out pretty much all his life. Not like one of those weird bodybuilders though. More discrete and not so I'm-strong-and-you-should-adore-me. Or something like that.

He didn't particularly like how he was staring at another man like that, so instead he looked directly into his own eyes almost blushing.

'I told you in your dream. Remember? About The Earl and The Order... No?' He started to explain but stopped when he noticed the obvious look of confusion and embarrassment on the younger one.

"Err.. No, as soon as I woke up, I forgot everything about it. But I remember the fat guy. Who was that?"

'It was The Earl... I'm sorry, I wasn't prepared. I didn't think he would show up and interrupt our nice little chat.' He looked deeply worried and Allen thought it was his fault. "Too bad you can't remember it..."

"..It's OK, I guess you could tell me now?"

Older-Allen shook his head quickly, and the ponytail was swinging around.

'No. I'm causing problems inside your head right now. Besides, It would be better if we could talk face to face.. Believe me, it will be much more easy to understand if I can show some proofs.' He smiled and the worry was nowhere to be found.

Allens surprise was clear and easily read. What? Talk face to face? As in meeting each other? But he thought this guy was a hallucination!

Then it hit him.

… Aah, Of course. It was a hallucination formed from his loneliness. His brain was playing tricks on him. And a bad one at that. Come on, a guy with the same name and almost looking exactly like himself? His brain had some serious imagination problems. He had to do something about it... maybe start reading a book?

"I guess...? But... I still don't know who you are." Hah. Take that, disturbing and very annoying brain.

Older-Allen chuckled while his silhouette shivered a bit as a warning. And so did Allens mind, vibrating like a cellphone does when someone's calling.

'Well I am...Whoops. Seems like I can't stay any longer. But it was nice to meet you, Allen Walker. I sincerely hope we meet in the close future. And I think we will.'

Allen watched, disappointed since he didn't get any answers, as the man slowly became less visible until he disappeared.

So... that was … weird... and strangely depressing...

The second Allen lost sight of him, pain shot through his head and he grunted while he fell forward onto his knees, almost hitting the washbasin with his forehead.

He stayed like that, holding very still while pressing his fingers against his temples and his eyes shut tightly for a long time until the pain went to a more dull state and he figured he should try to get at least a little sleep. That hallucination-crap made his head hurt. A lot.

So he slowly, with one hand pressed against his head, stood up and staggered to his bed.

While standing directly beside it he turned around and fell onto the mattress with a pretty loud thud.

Then he got some time to think about what the hell's wrong with him.

How many people had hallucinations about a guy talking to you in a mirror? Not many.

Had his past traumatic occasions finally caught up to him? Probably.

Was he going mad? Definitively.

While thinking about these things and blaming his past he failed to notice when the sleep finally overcame him and he fell asleep without having any dreams interrupt it.

When he woke up he groaned loudly with pain and pressed once again his palm against his head. He had hoped that the headache, against all odds, would have disappeared, but no. He didn't have such luck.

But sitting up should be something he could do, so he tried to do it.

And succeeded without too much pain.

Then he looked at the time, and groaned again, just not about pain this time. It was about an hour until school started.

It wasn't like Allen hated it, he actually loved to learn, it was just all those mean bullies. Always being such jackasses about his hair or his weird scar. Not that he really blamed them... His scar really was looking scary sometimes. Glowing with green and such... Still it was no reason to bully him about it.

Or that he didn't have a family to come home to. They all had a caring family, a warm and welcoming home. And therefore not knowing how darn hard it was to live alone at fifteen.

He slowly got out of bed and went to his bathroom to wash the sleep from his eyes, and simply just to wash his face, so being really foggy-minded due to sleep and driven by the wish to wash off, he didn't really think about the mirror until he grabbed the handle, about to open the door.

Would he still be hallucinating? Would the other Allen be standing beside him again?

No matter what the answer was, he had to get in to wash his face and brush his teeth. So he pressed the handle down and opened the door with ridiculous caution and entered his bathroom, intently watching the mirror with eyes narrowed

Though there was no gray eyes staring at him.

Well, besides his own very suspicious ones.

But at least knowing that he would get to be alone made his mind more easy and while humming not-so-great he quickly washed his face, getting rid of the I-only-slept-for-like-four-hours-and-I'm-tired-as-hell-and-don't-you-dare-mess-with-me-look, and then stepped out from the bathroom, going for the fridge containing his breakfast... which turned out to be the remaining juice from a bottle, an apple and some cookies since his fridge was pretty much empty.

...Not the breakfast with the most variation, but at least it was better than nothing. Eating nothing for breakfast was something he first had been doing, maybe just a few months ago, since he used to have a bad habit of being awake for too long, and then as a result waking up with only twenty minutes to get done and rush with the toothbrush in his mouth to school. So he hadn't really had the time to eat breakfast at the time if he didn't want to eat it while running and receiving a stitch. And on top of it suffering later on with a growling stomach and a unfocused brain. Meaning that eating breakfast was a must if he wanted good grades. And he did want those A's... badly.

So a steady breakfast was what he wanted and needed, though he received a... not so steady breakfast this time.

Sighing deeply, he quickly devoured the cookies and quickly drank the juice. After putting some clothes on, namely a pair of black, pretty tight since they were old, pants and a plain white polo. Oh... can't forget his black hooded sweater. Always cheaper if they were one-colored, so that was what he had. Mostly just plain white or black. Anyways, after he put some clothes on, he jumped back to the bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth. Nor this time did the other Allen appear and Allen got a tad more happy because of it. Maybe it was all just a stupid dream…

His hand stopped brushing his teeth for a moment and he cursed his own stupidity, but still managed to smile a bit.

Waking up in the middle of the night and talking to someone through a mirror...

Yes of course it was a dream...

Even more happy because he finally figured out what the hell had happened he picked up the apple and took a bite while smiling, something he didn't do very often. Actually, it was something he very, very rarely did due to the feeling that a smile wasn't necessary.

While he was busy being happy, time ran away and the next time he looked at the time it was only ten minutes until he started.

Darn it.

Trying desperately to put on one of his shoes and jumping on the other leg, which already had a shoe on, while at the same time try to get everything with him AND lock the door proved to be quite the challenge. But somehow, with some bumping into the wall and some small curses he managed to get his shoe on and checking his pack before he fell down the stairs and inflicted serious damage on himself.

He made sure that the pack was closed and that his shoes were on before he closed the door and then locked it.

Then he ran down the stairs, almost killing one of the old ladies on first floor by running her over. He vaguely figured he was probably going to be chased by a angry mob of women when he get home after school, but right now he couldn't care less running out through the same door he'd entered less than twelve hours ago and ran to his left this time, towards the communal school.

While running as if mad, ha failed to notice the black clouds that were covering the sky from horizon to horizon, looking irritated and like they were going to break very soon and thereby promising heavy rain and maybe even some thunder.

And while the first drizzles fell down from the sky Allen was running around the last corner of the last block and finally saw the school almost sighing with relief.

Then he noticed some small pools already forming from the rain, and making him realize that his hair and the stuffs in his not-so-closed-anymore bag would get wet and probably pretty messed up. So he made a small stop in his sprinting and closed his bag again.

He didn't really care if his hair got wet, but if he would be running with the hood down while getting to school he'd be in some serious trouble if anyone noticed him. But if he would be covering his hair with the big hood it should be just fine.

Though he didn't.

When he arrived at the big entrance he sighed deeply after looking at the huge clock on the wall and seeing that he still had five minutes to get in and at least not receive a warning which could lead to detention... which would lead to getting late to work and losing money. So getting late to school is not a good thing, no matter how you think of it. He'd maybe miss something important and get a marking as absent or something like it. At least it wouldn't be good.

Stepping through the door and escaping the rain he looked around in the empty corridors and almost got caught in old memories, none of them good. To get out from his transparent trance he shook his head swiftly before starting to walk, almost marching, down the corridor to the left toward his Spanish class when a deep and mocking voice reached him from somewhere behind him to the left, maybe some of the "alley"s that were placed on various places in the school, and he shuddered before stopping and not really looking back at him.

He was going to be late to class...

"Hey Freak, Why 'r ya so late? Were ya bezze talkin' to yer mind this mornin'?" The voice belonged to one of the worst bullies he'd ever played victim to, and he was snickering at his clever(?) comment, and some of the hooligans behind him were also snickering.

Maybe this day would be a lot worse than he first had thought...

AN: …. I don't think I have any comments... This chapter was a bit harder to write =A= …. and I'm not sure if the mirror chat was suckish or acceptable. And maybe it's a cliché with the bully who's being all high and mighty... but it just... needs to be there... _;; well anyway... I'm thinking that next chapter should be up … maybe on Monday?

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