Back with another chapter. I tried going off of the original story but the characters where so OOC that I scraped most of it and started from anew. It was hard but I somehow managed to make it work. I am publishing this right after I just typed it so it may have some small spelling errors in it. Sorry :/

To clarifiy: 'thought', italicized means dreams, underlined mean flashbacks

Warnings! implied rape and angst

I do not own DGM, I simply own this plot and its characters.


Allen ran. Ran as hard and as fast as he could. His little legs couldn't keep going on forever and they gave out on him, sending him tumbling into darkness. Cold eyes appeared in the dark and seemed to stare into his soul.

"Hello little one." The eyes whispered to him. Their voice coiled around Allen like a noose, choking him.

"Hold still, it will only hurt for a second."

"NO!" Pain. Pain filled him; filled his whole being; filled the very corners of his mind.

"Shh now, you're just being a whiny bitch."

"Help! Mana help!" Hands splayed across his chest, holding him down.

"Oh dear boy. Didn't I tell you? He quit yesterday." Allen's eyes stung with un-shed tears, fully knowing what the man meant by quitting.

"I'll run away! Run far away so you can never find me!"

"Tsk tsk. Haven't I already told you, I will find you, wherever you are. Remember this Number 201; you are mine."


Allen shot up out of the bed, his chest heaving as he took in gasping breaths. Clutching his scarred arm, Allen looked around the room, relaxing as he recognized where he was.

'I was only dreaming. Nothing to be afraid of.' Yet it seemed so real, just like all his other dreams.

Shaking his head, he cleared any thoughts of the dream. Allen got up out of bed and made a beeline to the restroom. After relieving himself, he walked to the wash bin. Just as Allen was about to was his body down, someone knocked on his door.

"W-Wait a second!" Allen called out as loud as he could (which was probably just a lad louder than a normal talking voice). Hurrying to push his clothes on, he rushed to the door, his shirt getting stuck on his head.

"Do you need help?" A voice asked. Meeping, Allen backed away from the voice, somehow managing to correct his shirt. Looking up at the voice, a butler, Allen fidgeted in his place, the butler's eyes cutting straight into him.

"I'm alright." Allen responded back. The butler's cold, cutting stare seemed to die down at his answer, taking on what looked like happiness.

"That's good. The Master wants to see you. I will guild you to him whenever you are ready."

"I'm ready now."

"Then right this way." Allen followed the butler, learning that the man's name was Erikk. They winded through a couple of hallways before they entered a dining room. A long table stood at the center of the room, food covering the far end of it. Two people sat at the table, one of them talking animatedly about something and the other nodding his head. As they got closer to the people, Allen was able to see what they looked like.

The girl looked to be young, at least 13. Her lithe frame was covered by a gothic looking Lolita dress. It covered her shoulders and most of her arms, stopping just above her elbows. Her hair was the same color as The Master's and so where her eyes. She had a strange looking tattoo around her forehead and a stuffed bunny perched on her shoulder. As Allen's eyes moved from her to Tyki, he felt his heart rate pick up and he knew he was starting to blush. How could he have not noticed how indescribably sexy the man looked like! Unlike the girl next to him, his body was anything but lithe; he was made of smooth muscles that blended together perfectly. His cream colored dress shirt was unbuttoned so Allen could clearly make out his abs. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed at whatever the girl next to him was saying, his face looking gentler. Then those golden eyes turned to look at him and Allen knew his heart had just quit beating on him.

"Master, here is Allen like you requested." Said Erikk.

"Thank you, you're dismissed." Erikk walked away, leaving Allen alone with Tyki and the girl.

"Hello Master." Allen said and bowed, catching the girl's attention.

"Tyki, who is he?" She tilted her head to the side, looking Allen up and down curiously.

"Why don't you ask him? He can talk, you know."

"Okay! So, what's your name?" Allen looked at the girl, opening his mouth before closing it again, a conditioned reaction. Trying and failing to say anything, he looked at Tyki desperately, begging with his eyes for him to say something. He got the hint and sighed loudly.

"His name is Allen and he will be your new personal servant. Allen, this is Rhode, my sister I was telling about yesterday." The girls eyes lit up and she whooped, both her fists in the air with joy.

"Thanks a lot!" Allen watched as she showered Tyki with love and thanks, a small smile on his face at the scene. Miss Rhode suddenly latched onto his good arm and tugged on it, spewing about how they were going to have so much fun together.

"Rhode, let the poor guy go. You will get to play with him later but first, he needs to get something to eat." At that exact moment, Allen's stomach gurgled like a beast. A blush flared up Allen's cheeks at the noise, only deepening with Rhode's laugh and Tyki's chuckling.

"Sit down and help yourself. Servants normally eat in a separate room but since you will be with Rhode often, it's best if you eat with us." Allen nodded and sat down at the table, looking at all the food with wide eyes. His stomach gurgled again and Allen slowly filled up his plate, taking just a bit of everything, not wanting to seem as if he was eating a lot.

"Allen, get more if you want. You won't be punished for eating till you're full." Tyki said, dumping more food onto his plate till it was practically overflowing. Taking one last look at Tyki, who nudged him in encouragement, Allen picked up his fork and began eating. He always had a larger-than-usual appetite so it was no surprise when he was still hungry after his large plate. More food was dumped on it and Allen looked at Tyki in shock while said man just smiled at him.

"You were looking the food like you wanted more." Was all that Tyki said, before going back to his plate, chatting away with Rhode. Once breakfast was done (Allen having two more platefuls), Tyki gave him a rundown of his new duties, including him taking Rhode to her classes, cleaning up her room, preparing her bath, etcetera etcetera.

"I'm warning you right now Allen, Rhode is an over-energetic mess."

"She can't be that bad." Said Allen, trying to follow Master's orders of not being afraid to talk; it was hard but he was trying.

"You have no idea." Tyki said, patting Allen's head gently before he whispered a 'May God Have Mercy On Your Soul'. Miss Rhode couldn't be that bad.

Could she?


***One Week Later***


Apparently she could be.

Allen wearily leaned against his bedroom door, sluggishly un-tying his ribbon from around his neck. For the past week, Allen had taken care of Miss Rhode (even though she kept insisting he drop the Miss, Allen just couldn't get himself to stop) like he was suppose to. Too bad he didn't heed Tyki's warning and was now regretting it. For some ungodly reason that Allen couldn't possibly think of, Rhode's day consisted of being on the move 24/7. It was insane! From sun up to sun down, she was always doping something, whether that something be Muay Thai, school, or band rehearsal. She never took the time to relax and it was a wonder she even had time to eat. Allen couldn't suggest she slow down her life since it wasn't his place to do so so he simply went along with it, using his scarred arm more than he probably should be.

His arm was a major concern. Since he had been using more, it was now constantly throbbing, little pangs of pain shooting up it every once in a while. Some days, the pain got so bad, Allen would have to excuse himself to the restroom and once in said restroom, scream into his sleeve just to find some release from the hurt. Another pain that he had wasn't so much as a physical one as an emotional one. He was waiting for Tyki to get fed up with him and throw him out; or to do something to him. Instead, all he did was treat Allen like his own child. It was weird and just didn't feel right. He wasn't going to waste the good will that Tyki was giving him but he didn't want to come to like that good will, only to have it ripped away from him.

Somehow zoning back into reality, Allen found himself on his floor, leaning heavily on his good arm.

"Allen!" He heard Rhode call out. Groaning, he picked himself off the floor and fixed his outfit as best as he could, re-typing his ribbon. Eventually finding Rhode, he saw her and Tyki standing next to each other, a soccer ball in one of Tyki's hands.

"Hey Allen, let's play soccer."

"Miss Rhode, maybe we should-"

"Please? I want all of us to spend time together." At her puppy dog eyes, Allen's resolve crumbled and he nodded his head in okay. She yay'ed and ran off a ways away, placing the ball on the ground.

"Here it comes!"

10 minutes later and Allen felt like passing out. He couldn't breathe and his vision was blurring around the edges. His scarred arm was now alight with pain, tensing up at random moments which made that half of his body seize up. He continued to play for Miss Rhodes sake though, not noticing that the soccer ball was coming right at him.

"Allen watch out!" Raising up his scarred arm, he deflected the ball, realizing too late that it was a bad decision. The ball had slammed smack dab in the middle of his arm, sending a shock through his whole arm, followed by a burning sensation, like liquid fire was coursing through his veins. Time seemed to slow down as Allen opened his mouth and let out a blood curdling scream of pain, his cry echoing in the meadow they were playing in. His lugs heaved with the force of the scream, making him spew blood from his mouth. He could feel the blood vessels in his arm snapping, soaking out of his pores and into his clothes. He fell to the ground and continued to scream, Tyki and Rhode running up to him. Allen's eye's focused on the two blobs that resembled people standing over him and panic coursed through his body.

"Prick. Prob. Snap. Crackle. Crunch. Pop. Burn. Kill. One by one, they all fall down, what's left now, a puny little boy. That could do no more to save his soul. Poor, poor, little boy. Isn't that right Number 201?"

"GET AWAY!" Allen shoved at the two figures with all his might, sending them stumbling backwards. Rolling onto his stomach and using his good arm, he tried to crawl away.

'No!' One of the figures (Tyki) called out his name and grabbed his leg.

Then Allen lost it.

"LET GO OF ME! I WILL NEVER GO BACK! GO TO HELL! YOU CAN'T HAVE ME! YOU CAN'T!" Allen kicked and screamed with all his remaining strength. One of his kicks landed and he heard a grunt of pain. The person he kicked landed on him and pressed just under his nose, his body seizing up before completely relaxing. Something pressed onto his neck and he blacked out, unaware of someone sobbing his name.


"Somebody call a doctor immediately!" Tyki commanded as he carried Allen's unconscious body into his house, Rhode following him. Within minutes, the living room turned into a makeshift ward, maids, gathering first AID kits and anything else they thought would be useful for when the doctor arrived. Tyki sat Allen onto of the makeshift operating table just as soon as his personal doctor busted into the room. The old man ran to his side, ripping open Allen's shirt to asses the damages. A collective gasp filled the room as everyone caught a glimps of Allen's arm.

"Tyki, I need you to get back while I work on him." The doctor shooed Tyki away before calling a maid over to help him stop the bleeding. Tyki simply sat in a nearby chair, the image of Allen's arm imprinted in his brain.

"Brother, did I kill him." Asked Rhode, her eyes and cheeks shiny with her tears. Tyki didn't answer her question and simply opened his arms for her to crawl into, her face pressed firmly into his chest.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when Allen wakes up."

"Okay." They fell into silence, Rhode asleep and Tyki merely watching as the doctor somehow managed to stop Allen's bleeding (with the maid's help of course). The doctor then completely stripped Allen and assessed his body, the frown on his face deepening until it seemed like his whole face was pulled downwards.

"Tyki, can you come here for a second?" Gently setting Rhode down in the chair, he made his way over to the doctor, his eyes never leaving Allen's form as it roamed over every scar that littered his body.

"How is he?" Asked Tyki, not liking the way Allen's chest barely raised up and down with each breath.

"He's stable at the moment, but I'll need to stay by his side to make sure he continues to remain stable. Aside from right now, I have a question to ask."

"Ask away."

"Do you know the reason he has his whole left arm scarred?"

"No. Until now, I didn't even know there was anything wrong with him."

"I see." The doctor looked back at Allen, checking his pulse before saying something a maid and turning back to him.

"I also have another question, but it's rather personal and I need you to be honest with me." Tyki looked at the doctor in confusion before nodding that he could ask his question.

"Have you had any sexual experience with him?"

"What?" Screeched Tyki, looking at the doctor in shock.

"I will take that as a no. You see, he has scars riddled all over his body, the majority of them being around his rectum."

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes, I believe Allen was beaten and raped in the past and quite recently. I also have reason to believe he was tortured. You see these marks right here," the doctor pointed to nasty looking gashes that went across his chest. "If I didn't know any better, I would say those were caused from being restrained by barb wire."

"Do they affect his recovery?" The doctor was quite for a long time before he spoke, his voice downcast.

"Yes. There is so much for his body to repair; it may not be able to repair it all." They both fell into silence, watching as Allen slept.

"I'll leave you with him while I gather more medical supplies. Call for me if anything happens." The doctor left, leaving Tyki to stare down at Allen. His hand came up to gently caress the pale boy's cheek, his fingertips dancing over his cheekbones. How could he have not seen the signs earlier? It was obvious Allen was hiding something and said something was about to be the cause of his death.

At the mere thought of not seeing Allen's face everyday made Tyki's heart grip with sadness. Even though he had spent only a week with him, he couldn't imagine life without the white-haired boy who spoke in a soft voice and treated Rhode like a precious jewel. Tyki sighed before leaning in and kissing Allen's cheek.

"Get better; for Rhode's sake and for mine."


Yes, there is a reason as to why the dream in underlined also. If you read my beginning author's note, you will understand that I just gave a major clue about Allen.

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