A/N: hopefully i won't disappoint you guys with past!Allen and Neah. we don't really know everything that happened so i took poetry freedom and i hope it'll be good enough. enjoy and don't forget to review


12/07/2015 – "I will continue to pray" / Musician

Neah is going to die. He knows that. The Earl knows that. Everyone and their mothers know that.

What? Not funny?

Oh, give him a break, he is going to die. A joke or two won't make a difference. Maybe they'll make his bubbling anger and frustration ebb slightly. But he is a realistic man, he knows that the anger in him is just going to build up until he breaths his last breath.

The anger of not being able to kill Road and Adam, the frustration of not being able to protect his mother, and the helplessness in knowing that he has no way of telling his precious little brother to run and hide from the Noah and Adam.

If only he could have given a second chance. If only he wasn't so weak. If only… that's a lot of 'ifs' that he doesn't have the luxury to think about. That hewon't have the luxury to think about.

When he thinks of it that way, it is really annoying and that for some reason forced a chuckle out of his bloodied lips. Why can't he have a second chance? He is a Noah for someone's sake! His memories would be passed on, right?

"Neah!" His ears perked up at the familiar voice and tired golden eyes fluttered up to see the very last man he wanted to see - A young man around his age with shoulder-length brown hair with half of the hair pulled back. Blue-gray eyes locked on his and widened in shock and disbelief.

Oh, come on, he didn't look that bad.

Okay, bad joke. Stop that, Neah.

"Oh no, Neah!" The young man crouched before him and took out a cloth and started wiping some of the blood off. The dying Noah coughed as he laughed. The other shushed him but he shook his head.

"It's pointless, Allen. I… I am going to die."

Allen shook his head furiously. "No, you are not. I think I remember one of Cross' spells for healing. Let me try it and then you can say whatever you want, you moronic Noah."

Neah felt faintly a hand caress his cheek and heard jumbled words falling from the brunet's trembling lips.

They both knew it was pointless, but Allen was a stubborn one, that's for sure. That was something Neah greatly appreciated but now hated fiercely since it was only delaying the inevitable. Only hurting them more then needed.

"Stop it, Allen… Please…" The incantation stopped and the hand left, Neah immediately missing the heat it emitted.

"Don't die, Neah. Mana needs you," Allen mumbled, fists clenching and trembling. "We still need to finish Road and Adam."

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry for letting you down…" Neah mumbled. "If only I got a second chance…"

Allen jumped slightly and looked up with such determination Neah wondered if he had said something wrong.

Give him a break. He is dying!

"Give them to me!"

"Huh?"

"Use me!" Allen placed one hand on his chest. "I will protect your memories from the others. No matter how long it takes until you reawaken."

"Wha…?" Neah couldn't believe his ears. Allen was stubborn, he knew that already. But to sacrifice his life for a war he didn't have any part in? "Allen—"

"No. Matter. What." Allen repeated sternly and Neah knew then that the young man was serious. Allen took a deep breath and smiled serenely, trying to give Neah a peace of mind before he cupped the fourteenth's face again and another incantation was spoken.

Slowly, Neah felt everything go dim until only one song filled his entire being.

'Soushite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuita…'

I will continue to pray for hope. For tomorrow. For peace.

Neah will be back and he will finish the accursed war.

Until then? He will take a short nap…

Goodnight.