OHHHHH. This is the final chapter of this story!! DDD: I have to end this quickly so that I can proceed with my next story plot on Kanda's POV. No worries, Tears of Moonlight and TBA (The Black Assassin) are still in progress, but I would most likely update TBA first. Reviewers who have reviewed my story 'Slowly Fading' want me to update another chapter, so I would try to update another chapter by next week, if I can find the time to sit down and think properly :)

Note: The next chapter of TBA would be updated either on Saturday or Sunday. Really sorry, am about to update today but I wasn't feeling really well since I came home from school. Probably too exhausted due to schoolwork and lack of sleep for the past few days DDD: Hope I have the free time to update some of my stories soon! :D

This is the FINAL CHAPTER. Pls review and post your opinion on the overall of this story !!!! Many thanks!! :D


Chapter 3: Silver Moonlight

He was discharged the next day. Allen trudged out of the room, staring blankly ahead. Ever since it rained yesterday evening, it had been raining rather heavily till now, never stopping. The silver-haired teen shivered through his thin clothing as he walked along the pathway, deciding to go back to his room for now.

For the whole day, he had been doing absolutely nothing. He went to the rooftop to look over the scenery as usual, daydreaming. He then met Lenalee on the way and walked together with her, saying nothing much on the way. After that, he went to the cafeteria, and ordered only a bowl of miso soup and a plate of his favourite mitarashi dangos. Jerry showed a shocked expression on his face as he handed the tray of food to him. Allen looked away, taking it as he went to an empty bench and sat down. As he took up the spoon, he realised that he wasn't hungry at all.

He dwelled inside the library, listening to Lavi's crappy stories for long hours as the redhead was rearranging the books on the shelves. To his surprise and amazement, he was slightly interested, and even bothered to listen to them for the very first time, compared to the usual days when he would normally give excuses and escape. Was it because he was really so bored, or was it because he wanted to put that matter out of his mind?

"Allen! Are you listening?" Lavi turned around and asked. Allen nodded his head, gestering him to continue. Lavi gave a goofy smile as he blabbered on and on, while he just sat there quietly and listened.

"Allen,"

Allen turned to see the wise Bookman at another corner, a thick book in his hands. He faced him, his calm and dull eyes giving a stare that stung a little. Allen averted his gaze elsewhere, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Have something in mind? You seem to be distracted these days."

Allen flinched slightly at that question, feeling his hard stares onto him. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering what he should say. He also couldn't remember clearly why his heart was in such a fluster, unable to calm down, or did he already know the final answer deep inside his heart, just that he did not want to admit?

"No, I'm okay." This sounded more like an excuse, but it was better than staying quiet and not saying anything, which would definitely arouse their suspicions. Allen smiled at Bookman who just raised an eyebrow, choosing not to probe further, but he realised that Lavi had stopped talking. He turned to his friend, who was giving him a weird expression on his face.

"Allen, you..."

Allen choked slightly as he coughed hoarsely, before his eyes widened. He slowly stood up and walked out of the library, before hurrying to the nearest washroom located at a quiet corner of the building. He finally released his hand from his mouth, seeing dark crimson trails of blood all over his palm. He just stared for a long while, before he reached out for the water tap.

Clear water splashed over his hands scrubbing each other clean, the water slowly turning red as it gradually flushed down the sink with soft gurggling sounds. It reeked of the heavy stench of blood, as Allen decided to use his mouth to breathe temporarily. After washing till there was no single stain of blood on his hands, he turned off the tap and stared in the mirror. He looked so frail and sickly, his appearance not resembling much of a bubbly young teenager. His silver hair made everything worse. He looked nothing more like a broken human who was on the verge of death. Allen stared downwards, seeing faint red trails of bloodwater slowly going down the sink.

He went out of the washroom in a daze, walking blankly for moments like someone who had temporarily lost his memories for the moment. His movements were sluggish, with no energy at all. His throat hurt like hell after he coughed and wheezed hardly, and his head spun. Now, it wasn't because of the Noah's persistence but his body which was already at its limit.

Allen reached for the railing of the stairs, gripping it firmly as he pulled himself up with all the strength he got. In the past, he was so fit that he could do crunches for at least three hundred times everyday, and now he couldn't even walk up a flight of stairs properly. Allen just sighed, sympathetic towards himself. As he took another step up, his right foot slipped suddenly. The silver-haired teen grabbed onto the railing once again as he winced at the rough brush of his skin against the hard surface.

He finally reached the rooftop, looking outside. It had stopped raining. He settled on his usual position and laid down, basking himself in the warm sunlight. It had become his usual routine ever since he was imprisoned in the Order, his movements restricted and not allowed to do missions. Besides doing the stack of surveys, he simply had nothing else to do but to laze anywhere and spend the rest of his day idle.

He stared at the cloudy sky, observing the slow motion of the white fluffy clouds and counting the number of birds passing by. He then spotted a yellowish dry leaf fluttering alone across his vision, before disappearing below. It had probably landed on the ground, he assumed.

It was so nice to be here, surrounded by the tranquility and the soft whispers of the wind. Different colours brightened up his dull greyish eyes, amazing him so much for the first time. At that time, all of his troubles seemed to go away, until something light landed right at his eyes. Allen sniffed in the flower pollen and sneezed. Rubbing his nose lightly, he stared at the white petal at his fingers. It looked familiar, as he tried to remember, but before he could get anything, it slipped past and flew away from him.

A disturbing feeling came up to him. Allen just peered at the very place where the petal flew away, pondering. Deciding not to throw more troublesome frustrations for himself, he just decided to forget it. As he turned around and was about to leave, he was stopped by someone whose hand was already pointing dangerously at his throat. His breath hitched for a second, looking up at this person who was none other than Tyki Mikk.

"You...what are you doing here?" He realised that he had no strength to activate his Innocence, but it seemed that Tyki was not intending to end his life...for now. The sly black Noah just took off his black hat and grinned.

"I am not going to hurt you, Allen."

"Why?" He was uncertain.

"Because...I am not allowed to."

Not...allowed to?

"Come with me, Allen, and you will know why." Tyki said calmly, gestering him to follow him. Allen stared at that hand, wondering whether going with him would be a good choice, but somehow he had a feeling that he couldn't refuse this.

Taking a glimpse of the sky once more, he disappeared.


"We meet again, Allen Walker." The Millennium Earl was standing there, smiling at him. Allen, on the other hand, did not think this was something that was worth to be happy about.

"Millennium Earl..."

"Thanks for bring him here, Tyki-pon."

"Please don't call me that, Earl." Tyki groaned and made a face. The Millennium Earl just laughed merrily, seeping his cup of tea on his hand at the same time. The Noah sighed as he dismissed himself, exiting out of this dark room. Silence surrounded the both of them, as coldness tickled Allen's skin, sending shivers down his body.

"Please, sit." The Millennium Earl showed him an empty seat, before sitting at his comfy rocking chair. Allen stared at the chair, hesitant on whether he should really put down his alertness when facing his enemy. No one could predict what would happen, especially when you are standing in the middle of the enemy base.

"Why are you still standing there? Please sit, Allen." The Earl said once more. Allen walked slowly to the chair and sat, trying to put an emotionless expression on his face, but deep inside, he was panicking. What was the Earl's intentions on wanting him here?

"You should be wondering why I call you here, Allen." The Earl started talking as a conversation between them was slowly forming. That eerie smile plastered on that clown face seemed to be mocking at his current situation, but he couldn't just run out of here either.

The Earl put down the cup onto the saucer on the table in front of him, before he cleared his throat and stared closely at him. The chill in here was getting colder, the hissing flames of the candles flickered momentarily. He couldn't see his face clearly by the dim light, but it was better this way. Allen fidgeted a little, waiting for his next reply.

"Allen, your existence proves to be of a greater help to me in the future."

Allen was surprised by that answer. How could that be a greater help? Wasn't it more of a dangerous threat, one that would surely and undoubtly hinder his great plans to destroy this world for good? He should have known that he was the last key to end his life in times to come, so why did he say such things?

"Inside you, a hidden power is about to awaken, something which I cannot afford to lose. I need that power of yours, Allen." The Earl said.

"You know that I will never help you in anything, Millennium Earl." Allen replied, but that calm smile on his face was disturbing him. That greedy and hungry look in his twinkled eyes behind the shades which felt like he was about to pounce onto him, frightened him slightly. It was the first time he saw the Millennium Earl so obsessed with something; something which he wanted all by himself.

"Allen....I need you."

Suddenly, Allen felt something coming up his throat. He felt the urge to cough it out, but he closed his mouth firmly, his face straining with agony as he was trying not to show the pained expression. He blinked his watery eyes once, praying hardly that this would stop, before the Earl was going to find out that he was dying because of the Noah inside him.

"I know you will not come to me obediently, so let's make a trade."

"I already told you that I will...never work with you." Allen managed to speak as he swallowed the blood back down forcefully, irked and disgusted by the strong and revolted taste of it. He was feeling so sick that he wanted to puke.

"No, I'm sure you will, because you have no choice but to agree."

Allen's eyes widened at that sentence. The Earl's grin only grew wider at his reaction.

"Everyone in the Order would be spared. I will not send my akumas to attack them, and destroy their Innocence. As long as you agree, I promise that they would be safe."

"How can I believe words from my enemy?" Allen hissed angrily, glaring at him.

"You know about his condition, right?"

His...condition?

"Why didn't you report him to the Vatican? That he is not an Exorcist but an akuma?"

"No, he's not one!" Allen shouted, getting irritated and pissed for a moment, before his surging emotions gradually went down. He slowly sat back down on his seat.

There...wasn't really any reason. At first, he was afraid, but after a long while, he realised that he was no different than him. He also had a monster inside him, something which would just come out anytime and kill anyone in its way. This type of feeling was something which no one could ever understand except for those who had really gone through such experiences.

"You have already made an unforgivable mistake, Allen. Do you know that?" The Earl asked. Allen did not answer, his head downcast as he continued staring on the ground blankly. It was true that he had done something which an Exorcist should never do, but his existence was already a threat to the Black Order. He was already seen as an enemy. It wouldn't make much difference anyway.

"If you choose to come and help me, that dark truth will be hidden forever. I will cure him. He will become a healthy human who can live till his old age. And no worries, his powers will still remain."

His heart skipped as Allen lifted up his head and stared at him. The heavy emotions in his heart seemed to lighten up as this sentence had answered all his worries and frustrations. As he thought of it, this wasn't a bad condition at all. Because of him, everyone's lives would be saved. Kanda would be completely cured, thanks to him. He couldn't believe he was treated as a very important victim, but it would definitely be better to sacrifice one rather than to let those killings go on. Afterall, he had no valid reasons to stay. The Vatican would be more than happy to let him go and leave them alone.

There was no reason to stay, but there was definitely a reason to leave.

He had finally made a decision.


It was late in the night, around 12 in the early morning. There were little activities happening in the Order, but most people would be sleeping in their rooms. The whole corridor was silent and dark, little moonlight shining into the openings of the building.

As usual, he couldn't sleep. Walking around the Order had become his habit, as Allen pulled his jacket closer to his body, walking with his pair of slippers instead of wearing his black boots. He stopped and shivered slightly as a gust of wind blew past his legs, the coldness travelling up his body. He didn't know that the wind could be this strong that he felt that he was going to be swept away, or was it because he hadn't realise that he was already becoming this weak?

He saw the garden just right ahead, as he walked towards the place. As his foot stepped into the grass outside, he felt a little wetness around his feet, feeling little splashes that cooled his two feet. He walked outside, sniffing the light scent of the trees and greenery by his parting lips. Though the golden sunlight was gone for now, but under the moonlight shimmering on the surfaces of the green leaves, it let off a faint, beautiful silver light, brightening up the whole place that looked like a complete paradise.

Allen slowly sat down at a spot under a tree, and as he leaned against the hard tree trunk, he gazed at the night sky, towards the stars that were twinkling in his direction. They were so small, yet despite their size, their light was many times brighter. Their tiny existence was so unimportant, yet they could attract their eyes towards their shimmering beauty.

You have made a promise with me, Allen.

I will be waiting for your reply tomorrow night.

The shimmer from the stars faded slightly. His hands slowly clenched, as he closed his eyes. The inner world of his was getting more frighteningly darker, the sounds harder to catch properly except for the Noah's sniggering who had supposingly sensed his fear and uneasiness. He sighed, and began laughing softly to himself. He bet he would want to kill him if he knew the real reason behind all of this, but at that time, everything would all be too late. At that time, they would eventually understand that this was the only way to save everyone from the cruel ending.

Suddenly, a breeze went past. The tall grasses started swaying violently, making a lot of noise, and as Allen looked up at the same time, he saw many white petals circling in the air with graceful dances. He stared at this stunning display with amazement and astonishment, wondering what this was. It felt like he was really in heaven, surrounded by the purest white of the angel's feathers that descended down upon him. He slowly sat up, his eyes never left them as he wanted to watch this till the end.

A white petal slowly landed onto his palm. Allen just stared at it quietly. Suddenly, it shook slightly from the moving air. Allen shutted his hand firmly, preventing the petal from flying away. His eyes widened in astonishment at his behaviour, the same disturbing feeling he had in the afternoon surfacing once again. Hearing the wind slowly dying away again, he slowly opened his hand, only to find the fragile white petal in pieces.

He then realised that no matter how he wanted it to be, it would just be against its will. The more he wanted it, the more it would slip away from his very own hands. It was just so stupid and arrogant of him to even think that he could keep those feelings by his side when he was gone, had his identity changed, and returned back to them, this time, as their enemy.

The wind came back to him, bringing the little white shreds of its remains away from him. As he saw the little ones fluttering so freely in the air, Allen's eyes widened. Slowly, a weak smile lit on his face, as he got up on his feet, walking back to his room to rest.


"Erase my memories."

Are you very sure about this, Allen? I thought you rejected me again and again. Why do you change your mind so suddenly?

"I have something which I need to do, and only I can do it. I need your help, Fourteenth."

Heh. And what makes you think I will help you? Aren't you scared that I might take over your body one day?

"You will not take over my body. As you have said, you are me. I am you. You should already know my final answer."

Keh. I cannot understand that complicated mind of yours as usual. But, is it okay?

"It is so surprising to hear such question from your lips. Are you worried about me?"

You have got to be kidding! It will definitely not be easy wielding my power. But, is this your resolve? Let me warn you, there will be no way back if you choose this.

Allen did not need to answer this. From now onwards, he would throw away all unwanted emotions and feelings, and cut away all ties that were bound to him. The person he was looking inside the mirror wasn't Allen Walker, but someone else. All memories regarding Allen Walker and Exorcists would be erased away. No traces would be left behind. His existence was like this, and would forever be like this.

His heart never felt this light before. Was it because he was finally resolved, or was it because forgetting everything would also mean forgetting all those burden that had been weighing him down for several years? But no matter what, everything was going to change.

Starting tomorrow night. Allen stared at his own reflection, slowly seeing his Noah appearance forming on his face.

Blown away by the coming wind, never to return again.

Still, letting go was more painful that he actually expected.


"Goodbye, everyone. Till we meet again."


He slowly paced his way towards the White Ark which was beside the Science department room. The whole thing was situated right at the top of the building, but its entrance was there, easy for people to enter without having to go all the way up to board it. His black boots thudded rather heavily in the darkness, his face hidden in the black cape as he continued to proceed his way towards his destination.

He was completely alone, yet he had no worries nor frustrations which would only proved to be a hindrance to him. He had completely cast them aside, and brought nothing with him. As Exorcists went by, he cast them with a dark and disdainful look, feeling irked by their dirty presence that would poison his pure eyes. This was just ridiculous, as he wondered why he even bothered to stay here and socialise with these humans.

He passed by the office where the Supervisor would always be, the laziest person he had ever met who did not do much compared to others, but he resembled a fatherly figure, someone who he could go to and speak out his woes. He stopped by the doors and stared, wondering what he was doing. Seconds later, he left.

He saw many places, so many that would surely bring back many warm memories, but yet as he stared, there were no emotion surfacing on his blank face. To him, these were just places which he came and went, something that wasn't worth remembering. His heart did not skip hardly in excitement or sadness at this sight, only emptiness within. But this wasn't loneliness either. It was that...nothing came to him. Nothing.

As he walked, he saw a light flickering ahead. It was just an ordinary light which he had seen many times, yet its faint light gave out a weird feeling, drawing him towards it. His feet moved out of its own accord, as he arrived at a rather dull room which opened at both sides. His eyes scanned around, before he peered at the doors in front of him.

Suddenly, a light jingle of a bell rang from inside, entering his ears. His eyes widened in astonishment at this sound. It sounded so crisp and clear, entering his body and stirring something inside him. The light whistle of the wind could be heard from the gaps of the doors. He touched them, and slowly opened. A gust of strong breeze wheezed past him suddenly, as he shivered. Staring ahead, he saw someone lying there.

The wooden floor creaked softly as he stepped inside, walking towards him. As he lowered down himself and sat down beside him, he just stared at the sleeping one who had not stirred. His dark fringe brushed against his forehead lightly as his clothing moved slightly from the wind. His hands were resting at the floors, his lips opened partially for breathing. Even when he was sleeping, there would always be a frown on his forehead.

His hand slowly reached towards his face, wanting to touch that smooth and beautiful skin of his. He didn't know what he was exactly doing, and why his heart was gradually responding to his actions. The light feeling was now replaced with a heavy one, sinking his chest downwards. He wanted to turn him around, to see his face, and to touch him again.

Tears streamed down his face, the droplets shimmered brightly under the moonlight which entered the room as it fell onto the ground and broke into several smaller beads, shining like silver glass crystals. His hand went to get hold of his hand, feeling that familiar warmth travelling up his body.

"Kanda..." He unconsciously said his name. He didn't expect that after so many years of quarrelling and hating each other, he was the one falling in love with him. He was so near to him, yet his feelings could never reach to him ever again. That was probably the fatal mistake that he had made in his life, and probably the last one he was going to make.

"I do not regret...my feelings for you. It hurts, but I do not regret it."

Tears just fell onto that beautiful face endlessly, his hands touching it gently and carefully, treating it as his precious treasure. Kanda would always, and forever be his precious treasure that he cherished. As long as it stayed here, it would be protected by his friends. He really loved him so much, so much that he wanted to protect him wholeheartedly, but the painful truth sank in, something which prohibited him to reach further.

Everything that happened between them, the warm feelings that surfaced and wanted to reach out to him, was all nothing but a fleeting dream. His hands gradually left him, as he stood up to his feet and left the room. His shadow disappeared, and the doors were slowly shut.

The soft jingles of the bell continued to ring throughout the lonely night.


"Y-You...." The people working in the Science department slowly stepped back in fear, as they saw an Exorcist coming closer to them, except that he was someone whom they could not completely recognise at all.

"Move out of my way." He hissed lowly, raising his Innocence hand which had activated. The white cross on his black hand shone brightly as it let off a murderous malice, screaming for its owner to instruct it to kill someone. The intense gust of wind gathered at his feet shot up into the air, blowing everything away in its vicinity. His black cape fluttered roughly, as the white armour descended onto his shoulders.

"What...What are you doing, Walker-san?! You...you cannot do this!"

Shrieks and hollers pierced through the stale air, blood reeked the whole place as its beautiful crimson splattered everywhere. He slowly lowered his black claws, its sharp edges stained with blood as it was dripping on the ground in a slow motion. His dark golden eyes traced back to the entrance of the White Ark, which seemed to be waiting for his grand arrival. He slowly walked towards it, ignoring the red trail that he was leaving from his activated weapon. As he ascended up the white stairs and disappeared inside, the white door closed and it vanished.


"You have come." The door opened and he went out, seeing the other Noahs whom he should supposingly called them as 'his family members'. He did not see them in his eyes, walking towards the Millennium Earl situated at the middle calmly.

"You have made the wisest choice, Allen."

"Who is Allen?" He replied him with a question. The Earl just blinked his eyes, not expecting him to ask this in particular. At this time, the Black Order was in chaos, as the akumas were currently attacking their base to avert their attention away from the group of them. It was just simply a welcome towards the Exorcists, to tell them that this was just a mere beginning.

The leaves rustled in the wind, passing by his eyes, as he saw three Exorcists appearing at the cliff, staring in their direction.

"Allen, it's us! Have you forgotten us? Why are you with the enemy?"

The dark golden eyes just stared at her with slight sadness that he was revolted of. What was he doing? Was he taking pity in a mere naïve teenage girl who broke down because she had lost someone very important to her? His eyes then narrowed, wishing that she would just disappear somewhere immediately, bringing away that saddened look in her watery eyes and the desperate cries that brought up unknown emotions which was bothering him.

"Why...Why did this happen? Why...Allen, I know you would not give up on yourself! You have said that to me before! Can't you remember? Can't you remember...the memories that the four of us have shared..."

She was crying, crying so hardly that her body was aching from the pain. He could see that, even if he was standing so far away from them. Her voice rang in his mind continuously, calling that name again and again. She was pleading for him to remember, yet her mere presence was already pissing him off.

"Who are you?"

She stopped her noisy blabbers and stared at him with a shocked expression. It was the same expression that those scientists showed on their faces when he appeared. Was his previous existence so important to them that they would show such sadness on their faces? They were just simply foolish. It was easy for humans to make friends, and easy to betray their own kind in an instant that they could not expect. The ending they expected, was nothing but their own fantasies.

"Allen, what are you doing? Can't you recognise us?! Allen! Yuu, say something! Don't just stand there!"

He stared at the last one who had not said anything since he arrived. His raven-blue strands brushed against his shoulders lightly, showing a numbed look on his face. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity, surprised that he reacted differently from the rest who only knew how to scream unnecessarily. As he stood out from the darkness, his eyes widened slightly at his appearance.

"Don't tell me that you also have already given up on him, Yuu?!?"

"Stop it, Lavi!" The olive-haired girl cried, but the redhead did not seem to hear her.

"Of all people, you should not be the one abandoning him! You should very well know that." The redhead yelled as he grabbed onto his wrist tightly, while the raven, who was already angry, just glared at him silently. He eventually slapped off his hand and snorted like this was just nothing.

"Let me go, baka usagi. To me, he is just a weakling. And today, he has already shown me his resolve, that is to show me how weak he is. Such people like him are just trash who deserves no one's sympathy."

His deadly cold eyes showed no mercy or sympathy towards the enemy in front of him. He did not shed tears, and did not look sad at all. Most importantly, he did not feel in the least sorry or guilty that he said his ex-comrade so badly in front of his friends who were already so depressed about the outcome. He did not regret what he had just said, but those heartless words finally put him at ease.

With this, you have more than enough reason to forget me.

And finally, kill me, by your own hands.

This is...our silent promise between us.

"Shall we go?"

The Millennium Earl nodded, as they floated towards the moon, the distance between them getting wider and wider. He looked so small and was harder to see him, but he knew that he would definitely see him again. He just had the feeling, though he couldn't remember who he was anymore.

And thus, everything ended. Under the sorrowful moonlight, tears could be easily seen shimmering beautifully streaming down everyone's faces. But all of them knew that they would see one another again, in an astounding twist of fate. At that time, another story would start, pulling everyone's fates back together once again.

Is it okay? You might not be able to recover your memories once I use my powers to erase your previous existence. Even if little emotions remained, they would slowly slip away from you.

"You say too much, Noah." Allen said coldly. This was why he wanted this. To erase his past that would prove to be a hindrance, and become someone even stronger; stronger than anyone else. Stronger than the Millennium Earl. Who cares about those puny, powerless Exorcists? One day, he was going to come back here again and used his very own power he had obtained to crush everything here to nothingness, teaching them the real terror and nightmare of challenging them openly. The golden eyes flashed as a wide malicious grin appeared on his dark devilish face. The group then disappeared in the night without a trace.

"I wait for you, Exorcists. When that time comes, let's play together."


Till then, I wait for you.

Kanda.

END


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