ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ A.N. - Hello everyone! Ōkami here! If you are reading this, thank you very much, for the new readers, thank you for tuning in I hope you find the story enjoyable, for the ones that are coming back, I am deeply grateful and honored to have you back, As I said before, I'm a newbie writer, this is not my first story but it is the first I publish, I know I probably have tons of mistakes and I'd honestly appreciate any reviews and advice you could give me. I honestly hope this story can be up to your standards and that you have as good a time reading it as I had writing it. I had said I wouldn't take forever to update and I tried not to but some stuff came up and I am late, I am deeply sorry, please forgive me.
ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ- By the way, this has not yet been edited, I am deeply sorry for that too, my editor took off for a supposed vacation some time ago, he didn't notify me, and he also took the USBs with about ten chapters worth of almost finished work and at this point I'm highly doubting he will ever come back, or if I even want him to. Anyway, even if is not the originally intended chapter, and only an improvised one, I really hope it is to your liking, if there is anything at all that you can tell me about it, things to change, things you don't like, the grammar errors I know are there but can't for the life of me find out, anything, if you just want to talk, leave a comment behind I live for those, they keep me going. Thank you all very much for your time and please enjoy.
ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ Also…- Dear reader SheuOgama, thank you for your comment, and I'm glad you noticed. Just as you said, there is a little of "Neah" in Allen's behavior in chapter 2 but is not quite "Wild-Noah-Neah" just yet. I'll explain a bit more on the "A.N. section" at the end of the episode if anyone would like to know a bit more.
ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own D. Gray Man, if I did; nothing would make sense with all my babbling, (as you can probably see if you read my notes) I do however own the plot of this work. Now on to the story, Happy readings everyone!
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Chapter 3 - Insanity and Nothingness
-Hey! Want to hear a little story? - Says a man dressed in a clown's outfit while looking at his young, red-headed, grumpy companion.
-Hey! Want to hear a little story?...
-...Want to hear a little story?...
-...little story?...
-...story?...
-...little story?...
The voice echoes over and over repeating the same question until slowly everything fades...
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-Say, have you ever thought about how different the world would be if they knew about ... Well, you know, all of this?- says a young voice in the dark before the fuzzy image of a small, old laboratory came to appear before silver eyes.
-Well, it would be different I'll give you that, but do you honestly think it would be any good? - Questions another voice, and when no answer comes the voice continues to say - I mean look at them. Humans fight pointlessly for whatever reason, create unthinkable machinery to cause death and destruction. They already have too much power; imagine what will they do if those humans learned about us; if they ever found a way to control our energy, then what? Do you believe their thirst for power and knowledge would be finally satisfied? Well I think not, that is why we hide, because we cannot let ourselves fall on the wrong hands, not just for you and me but for all of our people. - Finishes the voice almost pleadingly.
-They are not as bad as you think. There are some "good" humans too. You would know if you actually took time to get to know them if you stopped being such a narrow-minded, hardheaded idiot and actually met them, then you would see
-I said no; it is not safe, end of discussion. - Interiors the second voice with an authoritative ring that leaves no room for discussion.
Suddenly the image of the laboratory fades and in its place stands another picture, this time it is a sad image of death and destruction.
There, in a puddle of blood, lies a silver-haired, pale-skinned body while a black-haired young man stands in front of it, his face hidden in his hands until crazed laughter erupts from him filling the clearing in which he stands. Slowly, a once beautiful face reveals new twisted self, showing tired, bloodshot, crazed eyes that gradually change from silver to black and eventually golden. There are heavy bags under the now golden eyes, heavy tear trails over his cheeks and a face-splitting grin finishes the madman look. He shakes, mutters, and babbles nonsensical sounds as his skin changes from a ghostly pale to an odd grey and gashes open in several places oozing blood, laughing all the while until his eyes close. When it all stops, he takes a deep breath, and with the loudest voice possible, he swears to the high heavens that he will take revenge on the world that drove him to the moment he is living.
He screams over and over until his throat goes raw and all he can do is stand there looming over the pale corpse shrouded in his own insanity before he closes his eyes once again and the scene disappears as he does.
The next image begins on the same clearing as the last; it seems to be an image of battle. People fights, corpses litter the ground, weapons clash, and more bodies fall to the ground just before two gigantic columns of pure, blinding light clash, and an expansive pressure wave blows everything else away before disappearing and living behind a massive cloud of smoke.
Slowly the smoke clears away leaving only the sight of two figures standing, one is the silver-haired person, the other is the black-haired young man. The silver-haired one has a small hand pressed lightly, almost lovingly, against the other's chest. Parallel to the little hand, a black cube the size of the said hand floats lazily behind the black-haired's back while the black-haired's own hand sticks out the silver-haired's back holding out a lump of red that beats ever so slowly before it transforms into a white fireball and dissipates. Or so it seemed for the black-haired male, in reality, it appeared to disappear only to silently reappear around the black floating cube, encasing it and silently breaking into small lights that fall and dissipate on the ground.
Before that image shifts out of focus too and a new one takes its place this time it follows a strange white tread gliding over the ground at incredible speed before stopping at the center of a circle of cloaked figures and reemerging as a much bigger cube-like thing.
All cloaked figures step forward and raise their hands to the cube yet make no other move.
Simultaneously all figures are encased by light, and a series of odd characters begin to appear on the cube and mark it all around.
One by one all the cloaked figures turn into green floating fireballs that get absorbed by the cube and when the last is gone the cube breaks in several small replicas that fly off in every possible direction leaving behind only darkness as that image fades into the nothingness of an empty dream-world too.
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Since long ago, the memories of the grand battle were replayed in the minds of whoever was somehow connected to it. However, little by little people conveniently forgot about it, they created their own stories from whatever they could and manipulated memories to their advantage. Foolish humans defiled a sacred history and used it to for their own greedy means unknowingly dooming themselves to failure.
Unless the truth is found out.
But human greed exceeds their reason, and those who know can only pray that the truth is never found.
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-Hey! Want to hear a little story? - Says a man dressed in a clown's outfit while looking at his young, red-headed, grumpy companion.
-No- Says the child releasing a deep sigh knowing that despite his reply the clown won't listen to him and will still tell him another absurd story anyway.
-Oh, why not? Everyone likes stories, and this is a good one too.- Rambles the clown before beginning his story completely ignoring the child's annoyed glare.
-Ok so, Once upon a time, a foolish celestial king fell in love with humanity. He gave away his divinity and came down to earth, dragging down his people with him. His love for humans had blinded him to humanity's evil, and as a result, he betrayed his people and left them to follow the humans. But many humans only saw him as an opportunity to gain new powers and knowledge, and all things that he could possibly offer and noticing his foolish naivety decided to use it against him, kill him, and take everything for themselves.
The Celestial, being the fool he was, did nothing against the evil humans and let them do what they wanted.
He was trapped and cornered and ready to die; however, when his people found out they stepped up and protected them, but he pleaded for the humans' lives, his people were kind and forgiving and loved him too much to let him die or be sad, so they let the humans go, even if it was a mistake.
Seeing as they could get away with it, humans attacked them, due to the order that was given by their king to never hurt the humans they ended up falling, one by one their physical bodies were taken down, but being celestials, their spirits remained and stood by to protect their king. In the end, the king's most loyal companion and only blood brother stood up to the king and tried to make him see reason only to end up fighting against him and ultimately taking his place. In an ultimate demonstration of love the king's brother sacrificed himself for the sake of his foolish, beloved brother and his dearly loved humans', dying at the hands of the one he most loved, his brother, but not without taking with him his brother love of humans and the majority of their powers with him. It was his last chance to protect his brother, therefore gathering all his remaining strength he compressed his own soul and their energies into a cube that with the last of his life he guided towards the remaining spirits of his people to be sealed, separated and buried in the most remote places on earth, away from humans.
But things didn't end there.
When the King finally understood what he had done, his sorrow and guilt were so much he went insane and began to hate the humans he once loved and caused the death of those that loved him.
However, the humans were quick to find out about the cube and where it came from and begun gathering the power of it under the excuse to fight the newly created evil being that came from the regret the King felt for having killed his own brother. And so an eternal war was sparked over a senseless, foolish, man, isn't that absolutely intriguing?- says the clown excitedly.
-No- replies the child tiredly.
-Why the long face, it was a good story, well how about I tell you another one then? Once upon a time, a group of foolish humans dared play gods, they dreamt of "creating" the perfect "soldier," so they attempted to revive an old, and arguably extinct race, and molding it to their own desires. They managed to awaken one but he escaped before they could do anything to it and that helped them learn that the Memory is a tricky thing that twists and turns realities into self-indulging stories.
If only they had known- the opposite is also possible.
In the end, due to their foolishness, they ended up reviving a being that could very well cause the end of the world and gave it the knowledge about how to restore his own kind ... And everyone lived happily ever after. - Says the clown with a cheerful tone that makes him look delirious and more insane than he should be for a supposedly sane person.
-How does that make any sense? - Grumbles the red-headed child who had pretended to ignore the clown during the entire time he told his "crazy stories" as the said child called them.
-So you were paying attention- Teases the clown, ruffling the boy's hair playfully to which the child replies with unintelligible grumbles before they both disappear in the mist and that image fades too.
And then another image replaces that and when that is done a new one comes until it becomes too much and the dream shatters.
And no sooner does the dream end, a tiny white-haired child wakes up with a start, his single visible silver eye shines with tears as he curls himself into a tiny ball against the corner of the room and away from the red-headed man that observes him tiredly from across the room.
-What is it brat? Did you wet yourself again because another dream of Mana, or are you just being a moron?-Spats the man mercilessly growing beyond tired of having to watch over the easily frightened and hardly responsive white-haired child.
-That is enough. Let the boy be, you're only going to scare him more if you keep acting that way. - chides an old woman standing at the room's entrance.
-But he is a moron. - Replies the man nonchalantly like he is stating a fact.
-Honestly, so are you, now let the boy be, the food is ready in the kitchen, let us go.- Says the old woman with a knowing smirk on her face while she walks out of the room, red-headed man right behind her, and a white-haired boy slightly further away but still following them as quietly as a mouse, "if only his appetite were as small as a mouse's too." Think the old lady and the red-headed man, before that image too disappears…
…and then there is nothing left…
…only darkness, emptiness, and the merciless, endless cold...
…but that is probably an image too…
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ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ- Thank you, people, who comment, follows, favorites and reads this story, you all make my life better.
Ok so on chapter two, there was a comment about a theory of what was going on, and let me tell you it hit close to home, I am impressed someone spotted that, my editor, proofreaders, and a few other friends who help me out with the story didn't even notice until you pointed it out... And honestly, I thought I had hidden it well, I see I need to work on that XD, anyway…
As "Mugen" said in the last chapter, it was all a "dream" Kanda is having of before young "Yuu" wakes up in the birthing pits and becomes the Kanda we all know now. "Here," in Yuu's dream, Allen and Neah's personalities begin to sync due to the grief they both feel at the prospect of losing a beloved "someone" since both have experienced it already. So technically, in the dream, Allen and Neah are losing their sanity together, or something along the lines. Here they're unable to distinguish reality anymore because of many reasons. The way the order (Central/Lvellie) treated Allen, the sadness of being alone, the shock of reviving Neah's "Noah," and many more things; it is all piling up becoming too much for Allen. And, well, Neah by his lonesome self is already too insane after Mana's "betrayal," add the insanity of Noah, and Allen's traumas and instability and it's entirely possible for their personalities to sync and overlap every now and then whenever the Noah genes try to take over; however, I'll explain further in chapters to come… but technically, yeah, there was some Neah in the previous chapter, and even if it was a dream (?), he still makes an appearance.