"Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru!" the young adult continues to sing in a rising crescendo.

Ah, just lying on his futon with nothing to do. . .It had been a long time since he could relax peacefully, without any sorts of intervention. . .

"Say. . .Neah?" the child calls from his rising slumber, shifting his position so he could get closer to the older man. "Why do you like singing that song?" He ask out of sheer curiosity, tilting his head to the side.

The older man simply smiled warmly at him, before sighing in a pleasant manner. "That song means a lot to me," Neah answers, gently caressing the child's hair.

"Why?" the child continues to ask.

"Hmm. . ." Neah contemplates for a while, seemingly in deep thought. "I just do. . .a bit sentimental, aren't I?"

The child hum in response, closing his eyes as he tried to lull himself to sleep. Flashes of light invaded his eyes, along with the curtain of drowsiness. A gnawing hunger erupted between him, of something sinful.

A sharp intake of breath leave him as he tried to control it, delicate fingers raking his face. His name was being called, over and over again. But it was drowned by that beastly growl.

'A Dreamwalker' he had been called.

Dreams and nightmares. . .he walks through both.

Something warm dripped in his mouth, thick and sweet, it was like honey. No, sweeter than that. An unforgettable flavour.

Oh, he recognize it.

He spat out the liquid and pushed himself up from his lying position, wiping his mouth with the hem of his sleeves. Through have lidded eyes, he managed to glare at the individual. Not wanting to be condemned by the gnawing hunger.

"To satisfy your nightmares," the older man had said, showing hiss slitted palm. Crimson flow from the open injury, dripping onto the white sheets below.

The sight of blood, made his mind hazy. And even though he didn't want it, his body was leaning towards it. He was starting to loose the will to stay human, to not be the monster that people had accused him.

And yet. . .

Sleep paralysis. . . he was not in control of his own body.

"Shh. . .it's okay Red," the older man soothed, hugging the child thighter and bringing him closer. "Aren't we such a tragic existence. . ." he continues with a dry laugh, watching the child with that insane golden of his.

"It seems. . .it's not only I who was thrown away by our respective worlds,"

Ah, the lingering taste of blood on his tongue, such bittersweet.

Allen doesn't know what he was doing, his mind was in a blank state and his body seemed to move on his own. Link was walking ahead of him, leading them through familiar scenery of rundown houses and dirty cobblestone. The crowd parts upon seeing the uniform that they were currently adorning. Some looks at them with eyes that's filled with fear while some looks at them with resentment, the others looks at them with both while the more younger one seemed to stared at them with fascination and adoration, that he could never imitate.

So he only smiled, walking with light steps so it will seem that he is in a happy mood. Others wave at him and he could wave back, while some simply smiled and he returned that gesture with an even wider one. The dog of the Vaticans was what people called them, Allen was actually one, while Red was a bit rogue. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down his resurfacing emotions. Red was a bad child, a naughty one. A child that doesn't listen to what he was told to, a child that doesn't smile. Mana hates crowds that doesn't smile. Allen was different; he smiles, he listen, he's everything that Red isn't, he doesn't have his own will.

'A broken puppet' was what people had called him in his times at Black Order.

Someone that only knows how to blindly follow the order that was laid out for him. And is so, then perhaps everyone was a stringless puppet there, moving from other's will. They were hypocrites, calling him a puppet while they too were one.

A penetrating tower consumed their lines of vision, that dreaded Temple, Allen flatters in his steps before returning to his full velocity. His line of vision follows the tip of of the tower, a looming white marble. His breath was caught, and somehow, it was as if he was a child again, hidden in a hood whilst holding onto Mana's warm hand. Mana would squeeze his hand in reassurance as he leads them to the entrance, the priest would stop them but somehow, they had always managed to pass it.

"Remember, Red," Mana would whisper, just so a pair of ears could hear. "If I'm not here anymore, all you have to do to come here is say; 'I am a Walker' and once you reach here. . ."

They had stopped to the middle of the temple, a beacon of light falling from the sky through the glass floor at the roof. There was a circle drawn on the floor, a crest of sort. They stepped on it.

"You sing," Mana had said, looking down at the hooded child sternly. And then, they sung a duet.

"Your identity. . ." Link had trailed of threateningly. Bringing Allen back to the present, he calmed himself down, not letting any repressed memories run wild anymore.

Not at a time like this.

Allen simply nodded. Knowing full well at what would happen if Red was revealed. It would cause chaos and mayhem, after all, through the eyes of the world; Red had long ceased to be alive.

Link had stopped in his tracks, just at the base of the temple. A priest saw them, beckoning for them to come closer. And yet, Link still doesn't move. It took him a couple of tugs of the arms to realize that he was supposed to go alone. And from there, he noticed the white line that Link was currently trudging on. A moment of realization pass through him, from now on, those who belongs to reality can no longer pass.

Allen gulped down his rising anxiety, and with an unsure step. . .he passed through the line.

And sure enough, the world behind him disappeared.

The priest ran towards him, and unusually gracious smile plastered on his face. Allen was actually taken aback by that smile, after all, they had greeted Mana and Red with disdain back then, even fighting back on certain occasion. But, maybe the Earl wanted to make a good impression of himself by making his slaves be polite.

"Welcome Exorcist," The priest had said through heavy breathing, that lingering smile on his face. "Do follow me, me masters is waiting for your arival-" he stopped, upon a booming voice that suddenly interjected.

"No need!" the taunting voice continues, along with the echoes of footsteps upon the marble floor. That narrowed golden eyes and cruel smirk, Allen stopped breathing, he had never seen this version of Tyki before.

"Master Joyd!" The priest cried out with a bow, his figure shaking ever so slightly of unconstrained excitement, so happy at seeing his master for the first time.

"Welcome Exorcist," that lecherous person continues, golden eyes fully on him.

He forced himself to move, plastering on that sweet smile of his as he bowed slightly in a greeting. "It's nice to finally meet you," he straighten his back, meeting the gaze of that daring golden eyes. "Joyd," he continues.

Tyki, all but naught, seemed to be more amused by his reaction, an eyebrow slightly raising and the edge of his mouth twisting ever so slightly. He laugh for awhile before regaining back his lost composure. Silence befall them for a brief moment, and during it, Tyki had dismissed the priest until it was only the two of them left.

"Let't hurry," that taunting voice continues, piercing the silence like a silver dagger -golden dagger-. "The Earl is waiting,"

They walked towards that golden crest that was illuminated by the raining sunlight, echoes of footsteps follow behind them. They stopped in the middle of the circle, and Tyki stomped his foot once on it. For a while nothing happen. . .and then the heavens started to sing.

A corridor appeared, not the red arches adorning corridor that he had passed through with Mana countless of time before, but an open one. A corridor that one would expect upon entering a palace, it was enormous, patterned by golden lining among the grey paint much less heavier than that red corridor he was used to.

"It's been a while since we last saw a Dreamwalker, so we gotten a bit excited," Tyki had commented, watching as Allen continues to be engrossed by that swirling gold that patterns the ceiling.

"Oh, you don't need to," Allen replied nonchalantly, turning back his sole attention to his task. Which is to not cause a war. Easy right?

They arrived at a sharp corner, well- he thought it was a corner until he begin to fall in his step. Luckily, a pair of arms managed to grab him just in time and brought them to safety.

"Sorry," Tyki had apologize, his arms still around Allen's lithe frame. "We're having a few problem with one of our family member lately, which causes the Earl to be stressed. . .and this happen," he had said it so casually, as if the distortion in space-time continuum was just a daily occurrence.

Allen simply laugh, stabilizing himself on even ground as he was being put down. Though there was just a tiny problem. "You can let go of me now, Joyd,"

Which simply earned a chuckle from the taller man. "No!"

So far, nothing normal had happen. Which was to be expected. Plus, he had dealt with weirder craps before so -maybe- he could manage.

With that, he simply sigh as he began to walk along the spacious hallway. "You can call me Tyki," the older man had said, his chin resting above Allen's head and his arms wrapped around Allen's neck. He was starting to loose balance actually, with this extra baggage on his back.

"Sure. . .Tyki?" he tried to, but it came out more awkward then he thought it would be.

The destination came in view, and he had fully expected that the Noah of Pleasure would release him of his hold. Well, guess what? he didn't. So in the end, he was pushed by the older male towards one of the chair, where he had to -quite quizzically- sit on Tyki's lap.

The first one that came to the living room was an albino like him, his reaction though was. . .golden eyes widen upon the sight, and his mouth was gaped in shock. Allen could visibly read what's on Wisely mind. "It's not what it looks like," he tried to interjected.

But that dammed Tyki was so full of bullshit. He tightened his arm around Allen, now resting his head on Allen's shoulder, pushing away the white locks. "It's exactly what it looks like, dear," he says in a dulcet toned voice, grating on Allen's nerve.

And Wisely simply screamed the word 'Pedo' loudly, to the point where the other's had to see what exactly is going on.

Road laugh. The twins simply accepted that their brother was insane. Sheryl simply took a picture. And Lullubell simply left, along with Feedler and Mightra. Skinn simply stood there awkwardly. Mercym simply stared at him with pity in his eyes as he smiled sadly, before he decided to left. And Tryde simply sat besides the chair he was questionably sitting on.

The Earl followed soon after, freezing on his spot at the weird display in the living room. He simply smiled and ran a hand through his long locks. "Please lead the Exorcist to his room Tyki-pon," he says, before sighing and ran back towards where he had came from.

Tyki stood up, causing Allen to fall down if it were's not for that damned arms that was around him. They were still gathered around them, some already laughing their arse off while some just sat on the chairs and do nothing. Allen ignored them, and instead followed Tyki to where his room was located.

The trip to his room was silence, roaring laughter trailing them from behind. By this point, he had already gave up.

"Sorry about that," Tyki had apologize as he gently rested his chin above Allen's ruffs of hair. "If I didn't do that, then no one would come to greet you," he had said.

Allen simply sigh, a hand trailing along the wall's smooth exterior. Candles floats above instead of chandeliers that he had seen before, it's warm glow casting long shadows behind them.

"It's okay," Allen had said softly. "I don't care either ways,"

"Red. . .it's okay. . .from now own. Anything that happens won't be your fault," the lilting voice says.

"Didn't I told you I will devour all the bad dreams away?"

I don't know what I'm writing, but here you go. Please review if you have anything you want to say, wether it be criticisms, compliments or a share of opinion. Or maybe you just want to talk. And don't forget to favorite this story of you like it.

I don't know which pairing I would choose for this story. . .but meh. . .I'll just follow the popular votes.

With Love,

Mana