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A silence fell over the science department for the third time that day, the only sound being the pattering against the windows from the rain. The sky was darkened. It was almost night time. But the fire that radiated off of Red had not died down just yet.
"What do you mean you're Allen Walker?" Rouvelier coarsely said, ignoring the insult. He now sported a fleshy purple mark below his lower lip.
"Just as I bloody' said it!" The redhead responded sharply.
The grown man jerked his head towards Komui, wearing a mighty glare as he waited for an explanation.
Komui sighed, bowing his head, he explained the earlier events.
"...Now we're here." He finished.
The familiar twisted grin of the man grew, sending shivers down the sister complex's spine.
The evil smirk could only mean one thing, which he prayed not to be true.
The memories of his sister, cruelly tied to the bed, awaiting for her next punishment filled his mind. The look on her face when he came back to her, he could never forget it.
He didn't want a single other human being in her position.
"I do believe this calls for a bit of interrogation." The man said formally.
Komui felt a pit of guilt form in his chest. He couldn't do anything to stop Rouvelier.
"No, you can't do that!" Reever said, now defending the boy they all had come to know and love.
He was ignored by the man, who now had a hold on the fidgeting child by his right arm.
"You're coming with me."
"Wait! Just..Give us a moment to speak to him!" Lenalee spoke bravely, the fear clouded over by the protective instincts she had towards the child.
Rouvelier slowly turned to her, eyebrows furrowing down with a brutal glare. "Fine, you have two minutes." He spat out, forcefully shoving the child towards her, forcing her to catch him from nearly tripping.
Lavi rushed to Lenalee's side. "We need to warn you about a few things before you go in there with...Him." The redhead whispered.
"What? Why'?" The child looked at both of the exorcists' faces, studying them carefully for a moment. He had a look of cruel, naive, childlike innocence. "...He's not doing a norma' interrogation, is he?" Allen spoke uneasily.
Lenalee closed her eyes, slowly shaking her head. Lavi didn't speak.
Allen's personality quickly changed, a snarky laughter exerting from him. "Che! Let me at 'im. I bet he can't do' shit." He boasted confidently.
Lavi and Lenalee exchanged looks of desperation.
"We need you to be serious right now, Allen. Rouvelier...He isn't someone you can fight back. If you do, you won't have a future." Lavi said.
Allen switched weight on his feet uncomfortably. "So, there's really nothing I can do?" He spoke, defeated.
"Just...Don't say anything that can get you into trouble, okay?" Lenalee said.
Allen shrugged, "I'll try."
"Times up, exorcists." Rouvelier said, cutting the time short. The exorcists said nothing. Allen took steps towards the man, eventually being dragged along when the man decided he was too slow.
They were out of the room.
Johnny was the first to break the silence since they left, "Why is it always Allen!?" He sobbed violently.
Reever shook his head, disappointed.
After many years of working at the Order, they all knew what interrogating actually meant.
"Make sure you're there to see him once it's over. You have to make sure he's okay." Komui told Lavi and Lenalee.
They both nodded, following behind the two.
The two made it to Rouvelier's office, the entire walk having only their footsteps to listen to.
Allen was the first to walk in. Rouvelier closed to door before sitting down at his desk.
"Sit down." He ordered.
Allen complied, sitting on the only other chair. After seeing the stupid pirate so serious, he was going to try not to risk too much.
"Let me ask you a few questions...Do you know who the fourteenth is?"
The redhead's face reverted into a look of confusion, before shaking his head. "No, I don't have a clue."
Rouvelier observed his expression. Allen shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Do you know who Mana Walker is?" The grown man asked.
The child swallowed the dumb lump that formed in his throat. "Yes, I do know who he is. He is my foster father." He let the words glide off his tongue.
"He 'is' your foster father? Do you know what has happened to Mana Walker?"
"Yes, he is my foster father, and yes, I do know what happened! He left for the next circus, and he dropped me off here until he comes back!" He defended.
Rouvelier's eyes just barely narrowed, before the unusual grin appeared on his lips. A slight chuckling escaped from his lips.
Allen fumed. "Why the bloody hell are you laughin', you bastard!?"
"The fact that those exorcists had the guts to lie to you." Rouvelier's brutal smile made an appearance.
"Lied? What are you...-" The child was interrupted.
"He's dead, Allen Walker. You turned him into a demon, and killed him with your bare left hand!" Rouvelier pointed an accusing finger at the nine year old.
The nine year old's face twisted into a look of petrified horror. His mouth gaped open.
"N-No I didn't! He's alive, and he's coming back for me!" The child defended his father uselessly.
"Telling yourself that won't bring your father back..." Rouvelier spoke coldly.
"He's dead, Allen Walker."
A large pool of tears clouded the silver-gray eyes. Without consent, a multitude of tears fell from his eyes. He bowed his head in shame.
Rouvelier's grin grew, believing he had finally broken the child.
"Y-You bastard!" Allen shrieked at the man, jolted up from his seat, his right hand colliding with the man's cheek painfully. The man didn't move, too shocked.
The redhead's right leg pumped up, striking his chin for the second time that day. Rouvelier caught it as it was lowering, harshly throwing the child off balance, making him fall from the desk. The next second, Allen was on his feet again. He didn't take the time to sob over a simple injury.
The child's feet flew to the man's shin, one that with no doubt would bruise later. Rouvelier's right fist smashed into Allen's face with ease, making the redhead fall back. The grown man collided his foot into the child's ribs, hearing a satisfying crunch under his foot.
The child gasped in pain, the ability to breathe growing more difficult. He turned away on his other side, curling in.
The man's foot kept coming, each kick more painful then the last. At last, they finally stopped. But Allen didn't dare open his eyes, in fear of what would happen if he did. He clung onto conciseness, determined to stay awake.
"I do believe we're done here." Rouvelier said, brushing himself off.
Allen slowly, unconfidently opened an eye. He just barely lifted his head to spit the crimson liquid onto the man's shoe.
"...F-fuck y-you...Y-You bloody'...A-Arse..hole.." Allen managed to speak.
"Get out of here, Walker." Rouvelier spat out the words like they were on fire.
Allen barred his teeth at the man, standing up, attempting to ignore the awful throbbing coming from his side, which he held onto in hope the horrendous pain would go away. He was almost positive a few ribs had been broken during the process.
The child stumbled towards the door, using his somewhat paralyzed hand to open the door.
He was met with four people outside the door. Two guards, and two exorcists being held back. The moment the guards released the exorcists, they rushed to the child's side, holding him up to keep him from falling. He hissed at the burst of pain that came from his side when a hand lie atop it. The hand quickly moved away from the area, holding him by his trembling arm.
A horrified gasp escaped a female's mouth, "Allen?" Her eyes flew straight to the dull, cynical gray that had replaced the brightened silver. His attention was fading in and out. Without his own realization, Lenalee placed a delicate hand on his teary blood-stained face.
"H-Hey, little buddy?" Lavi tried to keep the child awake and focused, at least, until they made it to the infirmary.
His head felt like it was about to burst. The dark still clung to the corner of his eyes. He swore, he heard someone calling his name, but the voice sounded so far away, he couldn't quite reach it.
"ALLEN!"
Everything went black.
Author notes:
Cliff hanger? Again? Really? This story resolves around them!
More Rouvelier action!
I've been trying to lengthen my chapters a bit, but I don't know if it's working or not. I know all my other chapters are longer than chapter one, but I feel like they should be longer..
Oh, and if a chapter ever comes out later than usual, just so you know, I haven't stopped writing!
Lately, I've been writing a bunch of oneshots that I'm deciding whether or not they're worth posting..(=°v °=; So far, I have no other stories posted, other than this awful Fruits Basket one I wrote with an OC, and hasn't been updated in God knows when.
Please don't forget to review! I'd love to know if you have any suggestions/requests, and if you have any questions!
I hope you enjoyed!