It frustrated him. They toed the line, teetering on the edge between sanity and insanity, like they were walking a tightrope with a boy on the edge of loosing it leading them in a demented game of follow-the-leader and they were his only balance. Even though he hated that whitewhitewhite Innocence that sparked and gleamed an eerie green, he had to admit that her grasp had saved their little ring-leader more than once.
And maybe, just maybe, he could admit that deep down—very, very deep down, hidden in the depths of his black-stained soul—that he was scared. Scared of loosing his pseudo-nephew to the very same insanity that had whisked away his once-brother after his death—or was it before?
After all, they were far closer than anyone really knew. He knew, though. He knew just what it was that had submerged his once-brother into the depths of darkness, cracking and warping him beyond all recognition.
And now—now they were enemies. They were on two separate sides, with him torn between the two remnants of his once-brother.
Allen Walker…
…And Mana Walker. Or rather, what was once Mana Walker, before his mind broke and shattered into hundreds of millions of little, itty-bitty shards, scattered to the four winds.
And now the last sane vestige of his once-brother, of the Mana he had known since birth and had always walked beside, the Mana-that-was-gone, was falling away, soon to be claimed by that very same darkness.
And maybe, just maybe—and my, didn't he seem to be saying that so very often?—what he was afraid of wasn't just of loosing his pseudo-nephew. It was of loosing that very last remnant, that last vestige of his once-brother.
And maybe, he wasn't just afraid of those, but the blackness that he knew would follow, the knowledge that should his pseudo-nephew fall into that blackblackblack darkness that had claimed his once-brother he would follow without remorse, would throw himself willingly into insanity because there would be nothing left, nothing left to care about, no world worth watching over or ruling.
Because a world without his pseudo-nephew and once-brother—
n—he couldn't stand the very idea. He would break, should such a thing come to pass.
He would break, and he would break so very beautifully, shattering into millions of tiny pieces, every last piece of the once-him lost to eternity as he joined his pseudo-nephew and once-brother in their mad, mad Wonderland.
And maybe, just maybe, what really scared him…
…was the fact that if they wished it, he would set the world to burning and raze the universe to the ground without a second thought. He would submit, and they would laugh as the universe burned and his pseudo-nephew and once-brother pulled the once-him along in a rage of madness.
Or maybe it was the fact that he would let them, and let them gladly, in the end.
Because a world without them…was a world worth nothing to him.
/End.\
Yay, so now I'm torturing Neah. I'm sorry, Neah! I tried to portray you fairly well…
Oh, and in case you guys didn't notice, there are minor spoilers for the newest chapters of D. Gray-Man—I believe it's 219 or 218; I'd check but my internet is being finicky right now. :(
And this will be a threeshot, for those of you wondering—who do you think will be the third? I'm curious.
Stay Awesome!
~Happy Camper27