The cold air pierce his body, cruelly reaching out for his warmth. Fogs of white breathe exits his mouth each time he exhales, and now, he had personally experience how cold the winter night can be. He breathed heavily, climbing uphill to reach his house. The sudden rain had long ceased to be, but because of that, the trail was a slippery mess. And to make thing worst he'd forgotten to wear shoes when he went outside.

But thank goodness, he was already near to his house.

The night air was cold and he was practically wearing his nightgown and a pair of pants, it was freezing. The moment his house entered his line of vision, he didn't even hesitated to ran towards it. Fuck, appearances, it's not like someone would be out here in the middle of the night. Well, unless it's Road, but does Road count as a person?

"Neah?"a silvery voice called out, penetrating the deafening silence. Then came the sound of light footsteps against the wooden floor, the form of a child appeared in full view as he stood loomingly at the entrance.

"Where were you?" the child ask, gazing at Neah with blank eyes, clearly not fully-awake yet.

"I went out to jog," Neah answers, giving the child a sweet smile in hopes that he will be naive enough to believe it.

"In the middle of the night?" the child continues in a rather toneless voice, clearly not believing any of this bullshit. That's what you get for picking a random stray child guys, they'll be more mature then most adults.

"The air was fresh," Neah at least tried to.

"During rain?"

"It's been such a long time since I took a bath,"

At that, the child gave up and instead sigh exasperatedly, his head dropped down and face palmed himself. It was cringe worthy, this current situation was, he couldn't even laugh. The child raised his head back up, calculative eyes observing Neah; making a decision whether Neah could or couldn't enter his own house.

Fine. . ." the child sigh, stepping away from the door frame and back into the hallway.

Neah stepped in, following after the child to the room they were currently sharing. He walk towards the bathroom, not wanting to sleep in mud and changed into a set of clean clothes. He stepped outside the bathroom and collapsed onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow, practically groaning in pleasure.

"Neah," the voice that belongs to a certain child called, along with a pair of smalls hand shaking him to wake. "I can't sleep,"

He shifted his position so he was lying on his side and wrapped his arms around the child, pulling him closer.

"Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru!" he sings rather loudly. "Douka kono ko ni ai wo!"

"Neah," the child called again in a meek tone. "Softer,"

He smiles, burying his face into soft crimson lock.

"Tsunaida te ni kisu wo. . .

Allen woke up, but not of a catastrophe or naturally, but by the swat of cold air that enters into the room. His m ind was basically threatening to kill itself if it doesn't continue to sleep, but then, the winter air was cold and his blanket was stupidly wet from most likely melted snow and he wasn't mediocre enough to withstand the cold. So what he did was he slowly rise from his head, not wanting to shock himself cause that would be stupid: Boy died from waking up too fast. It was torture to walk on this tiled floor, especially when he was only wearing a pair of boxer and just and oversize sweater. He regrets his choices in life.

Unlike the large metal door he had went through to enter this building, the light window practically shriek in distress when he pulls it. Not wanting to question physics, he just pulled it hard cause the door had weigh a thousand times more then himself and yet, this sorry window was the one who made noise?

Kanda groaned in his sleep, face twisting into his scowl as he changed his position. And just like the child he was, he stuck his tongue out at Kanda after locking the window. The first step that he took to go back to his bed was physically demanding, the floor was so cold, it's better if he had just worn ice skates. And so, what he did was simple, from the current position he was in, he leaped to Kanda's bed and used his hands to swing himself to his bed where he fall right on target. The bed creaked loudly at the sudden shift of weight and just as he was tucking himself under the blanket, Kanda cursed. "Fuck you and go to sleep,"

Allen didn't mind him, cause honestly, he was far more worse when he was disturb during his sleep. So he replied with manners, "Thank you, my good sir,"

Kanda growled.

Sheesh, and people call me a dog.

The second time he woke was by the presence of Link unceremoniously barging in his room, cause apparently, no one cares about Allen's health and well being and thus sleep isn't important.

"Good morning, mr. Walker," Link says monotonously.

"Aye! Good mornin' my good sir," Allen replies boredly, yawning as he rubs his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He ask.

"A mission-"

"But I just gotten back from one," Allen interjected, finding himself confused and still a bit sore from last night.

Link clears his throat, glaring at Allen as if daring him to cut him again. "As I was saying. . ." Link returns, shuffling with the file in his hand. "It's a long term mission of the duration between six months to twelve months, and you, Allen, had been chosen to do it,"

"The usual?" Allen ask boredly, sitting crossed-legged in his crumpled sheets.

There was a brief silent of panic, and Links will actually wanes as his eyes flickers around the room momentarily. "I-I don't know," he admitted.

And Allen also starts to panics at Link hesitation. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"This order was a surprise from the Vatican itself," Link says, showing Allen the printed documents for a brief second. "A truce between the Noah and the Vatican, illusions and reality, and what better if it's not you. A Dreamwalker. That can cross between those two dimensions,"

Noah. . .Why does that seemed sounds so, so familiar. The emotion that sparked was an inconsolable sorrow, of a tragedy gone wrong.

"Mana Walker," Link continues, dropping his gaze onto Allen's slumped form. "Would want this,"

Ah, there it goes again. Playing with his heartstrings. Well, he can't say no to Mana, can he?

"Do I have a choice?" Allen ask, looking up to meet Link piercing gaze.

"No," The questioner answers deflatly.

"When?" Allen continues to ask.

"Now," And that was all Link had said before he left the room, only leaving Allen the documents of his mission.

He hummed a simple melody, letting the wind carry away that soft lullaby. Idly fingers playing with the shocking crinsom hair, braiding it and combing it. The child in his lap was silent, too focused on his current project.

"I finish it," the child cried out happily, laying down of the young adult lap whilst raising a crown of flower in his hand.

"This is for you," the lilting voice continues, handing the crown of flower to the young adult. "It's red camellias. You can even make tea from it!"

He hummed, inspecting the crown for awhile before putting it on his head. "What about that one," he points at the other crown besides the child, recognizing the flower. White carnations.

"That's for, Mana," the childanswers.

He hummed again, now playing with the front bangs that covers the child's forehead. There had been something that was irking him for a while, something that he couldn't just get it from his chest.

"Say. . ." he says in a dulcet toned of voice. "I still don't know what your name is,"

"What, my name?" The child repeated, apparently confuse by that question. "Hmmm. . .people used to call me Red, if you like,"

"No name?" the young adult still continues to question.

Sadly, the child shook his head as an answer. "I see. . ." he drawled out.

"Red. . ." he calls, pulling a string of gold from the air and warps it around to form an object. A crown.

He pats down the unruly hair of the child, trying to tame it and go gingerly layed down the crown on his head. He humphed and smiled smugly, looking down at his work.

"Gold suits you well, Red,"

Have you seen Yuri on ice? It was so. . .so. . .gay. I'm happy. Vikturi for the win. Like, I'm going to do figure skating again. No one's going to stop me.

. . .my mom is going to send me to meet a psychologist again. . .I don't want to. . .

Well then, thank you for all your lovely reviews. I'm going to end things early for this chapter.

With love,

Mana