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One moment Kitsune was there, crouching on the ground like some sort of animal, and the next his figure blurred and he vanished into nothingness.

Tyki leapt back, looking around frantically for the young blonde, ignoring the other two Black Order members—one did have an Innocence, but that wasn't his problem right now. Right now he had to deal with the blond, the one he was supposed to kill, who had mysteriously vanished. His amber eyes trailed the open air, flickering all around, and then—

The air blurred in front of him—

And he barely moved his head aside in time to dodge a clawed hand swiping at his beautiful face. For the second time he caught sight of the creature that the young blonde had become—whisker-like markings darkened into thick lines, eyes blood red, some sort of golden fire surrounding him…and then the young teen vanished again.

As he was now, there was no way he could defeat this kid without playing all his trump cards. "I think," Tyki murmured out loud, "A tactical retreat is best at this point."

He needed to tell the Earl about this development.

"Oh no you don't!" His eyes widened at the sound of the guttural growl behind him—Tyki pushed off of thin air, dodging as quickly as he could—and still getting away with a sharp stab of pain down his side. Again, his eyes held Kitsune's, seeing the bloodlust and the insanity—and then the young teen vanished again.

Okay, never mind. Time to see if reason would work with this beast. He doubted it, but what else could he do?

"What good is it, attacking me?" Tyki shouted, eyes alert for the blur that was now Kitsune—or what had been Kitsune. "Don't you want information from me? Or something?"

There was a sudden pressure in his collar—and before Tyki could react he found himself flying through the air towards the far wall, sailing past the strange white creature, and against the rocky surface. All his air left him in a sudden rush, eyes bulging as he tried to breathe, breathe. As he did so, nightmarish crimson irises stared at him intensely, pupils catlike slits. It had all happened so fast—there was nothing he could have done to block the fierce charge, which was something that had never happened to him before.

A foreign emotion slowly formed in the pit of his chest—something cold and unwelcome. What if I can't get out of here? He thought. What if I can't win without using my highest form?

What if I die?

His panicked thoughts were cut off by the low, guttural voice again, full of malice and venom, something ancient echoing in its depths. Tyki suddenly realized that he had no idea what he was dealing with—why had he walked in so carelessly? Something that was able to mess with time obviously had some sort of special power.

"You tried to kill my host." Every time the blond's mouth opened, he got a good look at the impressive canines. "Kono tame ni wa shinanakereba naranai." Tyki had no idea what the teen was saying, though by the way his eyes glittered and his thin lips sneered, it wasn't good for him.

And then to his horror, those impressive canines descended for his throat.

Backwards one minute

Allen gasped and pulled his Innocence arm to his chest as it suddenly resonated and shivered, skin roiling. It felt as though he had lost all control of the appendage, and he had to gulp down panic as the white skin twitched alarmingly. It took him a second to remember that he could deactivate his Innocence, and he didn't know if it would help but at least he could try.

The skin smoothed into wrinkled, ugly brown. The odd resonation faded into a dull, muted hum. Confused, Allen lifted his hand to his line of vision; it didn't look any different than normal, but…

He was startled out of his examination by the sound of the strange, tanned man crying out in pain. He shook his head and told himself to stop worrying about hit arm's odd behavior—he could worry about it later. Right now, though, something was up with Kitsune.

"Kitsune!" Allen cried desperately, eyes searching desperately for his younger brother. He really had no idea what was going on—one minute Kitsune had had a hand in his chest, the next he was crouching like an animal with a golden fire surrounding him and he was acting strangely, the next he had vanished—and now all these cuts were appearing on Tyki, and it looked like it was Kitsune's fault but he didn't know because everything was moving too quickly—

Oh, God. He had never felt more helpless than he had now. Well—except for all those years ago, in the graveyard with Mana, but…

Something was wrong with his brother. His little brother, who he had practically helped raise. Usually he could do something about Kitsune's troubles—a good listening ear, a helping hand…everything he had ever been asked for, Allen had provided. There had never been a time when he couldn't do anything, but now—

"Where is he?"

Allen jumped, startled. He had completely forgotten about Komui. The scientist had been suspiciously silent throughout the proceedings, and Allen was quite certain that this was highly unusual. His silver eyes watched Komui for a second, before they went back to the air, where Tyki was looking a little worse for wear. "I…don't know." He shook his head minutely, and flinched softly when a long scratch appeared on the tanned man. "I can't see him at all." The whitette was quiet for a second. "But…" His hand clenched quietly around his heart. "I can almost feel his rage. This isn't like Kitsune at all."

Komui watched him with unreadable, dark eyes for a moment; then he slowly turned back to the airborne fight. This made Allen uneasy; it was obvious the man was planning something for his brother. He would have to watch this strange scientist.

The two of them tensed when Kitsune suddenly appeared in front of Tyki and dug his clawed hand into the collar of his tuxedo. Allen leaned as far over the edge of the platform as he could, staring at the pair with wide eyes, breath caught in his throat.

What is Kitsune doing?

The blond was speaking to Tyki, saying something, and the tanned man's eyes were bulging from lack of air.

This wasn't his brother; his kind, merciful, honest brother. Kitsune never fought an unfair fight, and Allen believed that he never would. This wasn't even a battle, this was a massacre; it was so one-sided it was almost frightening.

Kitsune finished speaking, and then—his mouth opened wide, as though preparing to bite the older man.

Allen gasped quietly when he realized that that was the intent, numb horror spreading throughout him. "Kitsune!" He screamed, putting one foot on the railing to try and get closer, despite the fact that they were so far away.

His little brother froze an inch from Tyki's pumping jugular and tilted his head, the fire surrounding him dimming just a hint—thank God.

"Allen, get back. You're going to fall." Komui said sharply, grabbing Allen's shoulder. The shorter teen shook him off, not caring about his own safety, completely intent on getting through to the crazed blond.

"Kitsune, this isn't like you!" Desperately he tried to reason with his brother, slightly relieved when the fire dimmed just a little more. "Let him go!"

For a second, he thought Kitsune would back off—but one moment he was leaning over the platform, talking his brother out of doing something he'd really regret later on, and the next his foot slipped—his hands suddenly loosened from the railing, and—

Allen was falling.

~BOWF~

RAGERAGERAGERAGERAGERAGE—

How dare he. How dare he attack me.

A haze of pure hatred had descended over his mind. The world blurred by in a whirl of color—but it wasn't disorienting. No, there was clarity. So much clarity. Just him and the bastard who had attacked him.

Kill him. Make him suffer.

He lashed out, not caring where or how the strikes landed. All he was focused on was causing pain. Killing was easy, but drawing out suffering took practice.

Kill him. He invaded your sanctuary. He frightens you. Kill him.

He was fine with that. This presumptuous man, how dare he? He was nothing, a nobody compared to him, King of the Beasts!

And then the fool spoke. The tanned lips opened, and the low, dark tones escaped his disgusting, treacherous mouth.

Fox sneered, and lunged forwards, prepared to teach this child a lesson. He curled his claws in the soft collar, tearing into it, and kept their eyes connected as they flew towards the rocky wall of the cave.

See the fear. Revel in it.

Kitsune didn't see a problem with this.

They slammed into the surface, and the weak man gasped as all the air escaped his lungs. Kitsune smirked—he was going much too fast for this man to react. Fox opened his mouth to speak to him, to teach him a lesson.

"You tried to kill my host." No, that wasn't right. It wasn't natural to him. What…? Oh, yes. He knew what would make this moment feel like a true hunt. "Kono tame ni wa shinanakereba naranai."

For this, you shall die.

His canines descended in for the kill, preparing to feel the warm, satisfying gush of blood—

"Kitsune!"

That single word broke ever so slightly through the haze in his mind—who dares interrupt my hunt? The voice in his mind whispered, but it was quiet and easily ignored. He stopped and cocked his head curiously—someone had spoken his name, and he thought he recognized who it was. Why is that voice so familiar…?

The man under his claws unconsciously let out a relieved breath, sagging in his grip. Kitsune growled at him, letting him know what would happen if he tried to move (after all, the hunt wasn't over)—and then turned his attention back to the strange voice.

Another voice murmured something—a warning, and Kitsune found himself annoyed by it. And then the voice—the warm, familiar voice that seemed to pound in his brain like a bass drum—spoke again. "Kitsune, this isn't like you!" There was a note of desperation. "Let him go!"

For a second, though Kitsune didn't realize it, his eyes flashed blue. He shook his head, trying to clear it, thoughts moving sluggishly. That's—

"ALLEN!"

Kitsune turned sharply at the sound of his brother's name, blue eyes wide with surprise—that's right, how could he ever have forgotten—and he twisted around so he could see his brother, who had managed to save him from committing that horrible atrocity. When his gaze landed, his heart stopped.

His brother was sailing gracefully through the air, silver eyes surprised, hands stretching towards the ceiling. He didn't know how, or why, but somehow his older brother had fallen off the platform.

If Kitsune didn't do anything…well, that was a long way to fall.

Without thinking, the blond pushed off from the wall and soared through the air, unconsciously using his newfound powers to glide through the empty space. He reached forwards and wrapped his arms around Allen, catching him gracefully, before flipping around and crouching smoothly on the bottom of the triangle platform, a feat he couldn't have accomplished even with Cross's fancy gadgets. Then Kitsune pushed off with his bottom foot, running quickly up the metal side and leaping above the railing, flipping gently onto the tile surface.

It all happened in less than five seconds.

For a second Kitsune stood there, holding Allen to his chest protectively while Komui looked on in shock—but then his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, still cradling his brother, hugging him tightly. His legs unfolded slowly, stretching out in front of him, and his shaggy blond hair hid his eyes as he buried his face into Allen's chest.

Allen let out the breath he'd been holding, feeling the sudden shock of fear flow through him at the feeling of near death. He pushed this off, though—his brother was definitely not okay, especially after what had happened. Ignoring Komui's awkward hovering and the fact that his arm had gone back to its normal, numb state, Allen wrapped his arms around Kitsune's neck. His little brother's breathing was shallow and panicked, and he could fairly sense the waves of distress slowly beginning to turn into fear and chaotic turmoil.

Then, the blond let out a deep, shuddering sob that broke Allen's heart. He could almost—no, wait, he could feelevery wave of fear and sadness that poured through Kitsune's soul, and it ebbed like the sea.

He tightened his grip around his little brother's neck, flinching at every single cry Kitsune let out. "It's okay," Allen murmured into Kitsune's ear, kissing the top of his spiky blond head comfortingly. "I'm okay. Nobody's dead. Everything's okay."

"I nearly killed him." There was a quiet, desperate whisper, accompanied by a heavy shudder. "You nearly died."

"But I'm not dead." Allen felt Kitsune's arms tighten and untighten around him, but didn't care—the younger brother was obviously just making sure he was still there, still alive. "And he's not dead."

Their eyes suddenly met as Kitsune finally raised his head, blue rimmed with red meeting calm, soothing silver. "I wanted to, Allen." He hissed. "I—I—" He shuddered again, and hid his face again.

"Shhh," Allen murmured, ignoring his own fears which were beginning to form. There was no doubt something was wrong with Kitsune—but they could cross that bridge when they got to it. Right now, his brother needed him. "It's okay."

Kitsune wasn't stupid. "No, it's not." He whispered. "Allen, what's happening to me?"

But Allen didn't have an answer.

Unbeknownst to the two inside Hevlaska's chamber, every Innocence in the world had resonated when Allen's had. Every single accommodator felt something inside of them change with Kitsune's odd golden fire.

All eyes looked towards England; every accommodator in Europe began to head for the Black Order HQ.

Yeah, guys, look who's back!

...

*cue angry screams*

Okay, I know it's been a while since I've updated (hey lookie there, over a year), but I'm just here to tell you guys...that I really have no excuse. I kept meaning to update but I was too busy, I needed to work on my baby pet-project which I have been writing for almost three years...everything just came up at once, and for some reason I didn't take the time out of my day to write the damn chapter. But Now I'm back, and I'm back for good. No more ridiculously long waits :). Well, hopefully anyway.

DragonLord577 took down the challenge from his profile, so I'm kind of winging it as far as the story goes. When I get the time I might PM him. Or if anyone saved the challenge, that would be fab.

This might kind of suck, and I'm sorry if it disappoints you...(honestly the reason I didn't put in an Omake was because I felt it would ruin the really touching scene I put in between Allen and Kitsune). No, the brothers will not be a couple. They've just known each other for so long, and Kitsune was terrified, and Allen's kind of shaken from nearly being turned into a pancake...

I know you may be like, 'What's this with Allen sensing Kit's feelings blahdeblahdeblah?' Well, there's a good reason for that. In the manga I've noticed that Allen's Innocence doesn't really have a special ability; yeah, his arm can change shapes, but all he does is stab and cut and crap. I'm giving him a different ability to make it more interesting; I'm making him an empath. Don't worry, I'm not going to overpower him, but this is my story and if I want to change canon then yeah, I'm going to do it.

I've probably lost the good majority of my reviewers with this long wait...but maybe I'll get them back again. I'll try to make sure that this never ever happens again.

I never expected this story to become so popular. Really. Thanks for everyone who's begged me to come back...I'm very sorry for making you wait.

IceEckos12

p.s. since when did they allow spellcheck in fanfiction?