Pure Colors
DGM
Chapter 7
Doubtful Observations
Komui's brow twitched as he looked over and over at the large fine Timothy wanted them to pay for everything he had done. Not just the damages caused by the fight. If they didn't, they wouldn't have his allegiance. The child was a freaking genius and such a pain. "I believe contacting a high executive is in order!" Komui said, turning whiter than white.
Timothy laughed and a few others in the room did too. Maybe now Komui and everybody else would understand how they felt when they had to replace and pay for all of his damages. "You're being a bit pricy, Timothy." Lavi told him.
"Not my problem." Timothy said.
Komui coughed into his fist and managed a faint smile. He looked over the exorcists in the room. Most had just got back from their own assignments, but Komui sent them all out again except these four men. "Kanda, Lavi, and Marie, may I ask you your opinions about Road, this Noah Kanda has met not just once, but twice in the recent months?" Komui asked.
"She comes off childish, but that's all I can really say. Aside from her being a major threat." Marie said.
"Her powers are truly remarkable though. My fire stamp didn't bother her. She did get burnt, but she healed within seconds. She is definitely deadly and from what I can tell, she enjoys seeing people struggle and in pain. Comparing her with an akuma, I can conclude that she is in a whole other level. Completely. Road Camelot is a dangerous foe. We got lucky, if you think about Kanda's previous meeting with her. To be honest, I'd rather not run into her again." Lavi said, rubbing his neck. He could remember just how frightening she was when she grabbed hold of him. "I've never seen a being like that before."
Bookman raised a brow and stared at his apprentice. Lavi, being his apprentice, had seen many things. To state something like that, and straightforwardly, meant bad news for the Black Order. "Kanda?" Komui asked.
Kanda stood up and took his leave. Not a word had been spoken and it didn't seem like there would be any spoken words form him. "Kanda?" Komui stood up.
"He's angry. Just let him cool off Komui. He's gone up against her twice and he lost to her both times. We didn't even come close to defeating her. The akuma were like scapegoats compared to her. Kanda is a very prideful person and hates the Noah. Accepting defeat isn't his thing and he surely doesn't like the fact that he could have died had she not abandoned the battle." Marie said.
"That's not all it though, is it?" Komui mumbled, pressing his glasses up to his face. "He's upset because he knew she would find him again and the situation was just the same as last. They're using you exorcists like puppets and they keep pulling the strings. I fear that at any given time they could kill you."
"Then why aren't they?" Marie asked.
"Could it be that we possibly posses something they want? Maybe they're using us to find the heart." Komui whispered, but they all heard him.
"They guys are really some hotshots, aren't they?" Timothy inquired.
"That's one way to put it Timothy. I just wish you were older. It pains me to watch kids fight with their lives on the line." Komui responded, folding his hands.
Timothy silently walked to the door and turned around half way to see Komui's sour face. Though he was a child, he was strong and he though may never admit it, ignorant, impudent, and impulsive, too. He was only nine years old, but he felt he was ready for this crazy organization. He knew the orphanage just wasn't for him before and that there had to be something else for him. He didn't fit in, but here, no matter how small or big, easy or complicated it may be, he did fit in here, strange as it may be.
Timothy exit the room and Marie smiled. Komui wasn't acting like himself-again. With more akuma on the rise and the Noah appearing, everything began to change. Although they've been receiving more exorcists, they've been losing a few more than before. Daisya, Marie, and Kanda were all that were left of Tiedol's group. Cross was missing and Claud didn't have many left either, if any. Zokolo had a handful and Yeager too. Their numbers were fluctuating. "Have faith Komui. You're gonna need it." Marie told him, also leaving.
Lavi leaned forward and kept his eyes on Komui, then glanced at Bookman. "The Noah was an interesting topic, Supervisor, but that's the least of your concerns right now, and the least of mine. We knew this was going to happen and we didn't prepare ourselves. We only brought back the Generals. What really intrigues me, though, and I'm sure you see it like this- like me- and I'm sure you've heard about it from someone. Perhaps even Reever or Didi. They did meet the boy before Road and him rushed in, after all, and was brought there by the three finders and two scientists." Lavi said.
"Do you have to give a detailed explanation?" Bookman asked, annoyed.
"Possibly, yes. You were both informed about the kid, weren't you?" Lavi answered.
"Very much so. I thought you were going to say something about it. Reever was stuck on the boy since he got back. I had a hard time just keeping him in the hospital wing. Doesn't listen." Komui said, also leaning forward.
"Like you're one to talk." Lavi muttered.
"I know." Komui said, smiling.
"Anyway, Road saved him twice. Once by me and another when Kanda tried to slice him. They claimed him to be an akuma, but I don't see why a Noah would save one unless it had a specific use. But then again, why bring him along if he was being specifically used? If not to fight, why? And what for? What's his use and why does he act so casual and more humanly than other akuma? He didn't even shed his skin." Lavi told them.
"Eliade did the same thing, didn't she?" Komui asked.
"But she hid her akuma form because of Krory and how hideous she looked. I believe that boy didn't give a crap about his outer appearances. Besides, Timothy's abilities go to level two's and he couldn't possess him. And that leaves a level three, which pretty much all look alike." Lavi put down.
"Are you saying the Noah have someone posing on their side?" Bookman asked.
"Akuma are basically reckless. He was cautious and gave off this aura. He was no way an akuma. That's all I"m saying." Lavi replied lowly.
"Heh," Komui breathed. "Section Leader Reever said something almost exactly like that. He said he carried a conversation with the boy. His name is Allen, unless he lied, but Reever was positive that boy was not an akuma. He practically has proof to back it up."
"Proof?" Lavi repeated curiously.
"The barrier surrounding the building wouldn't allow any humans to pass. Someone was sighted passing through the door. Most likely an akuma, but Reever also heard the kid say something to Road about entering. It can go both ways." Komui clarified.
Lavi appeared deep in thought. Bookman was also deep in thought as the room became silent. "I suggest we tell no one about this until we confirm it. It could cause problems." Bookman said.
"Agreed." Komui returned.
Allen yawned as he silently stuffed his face in the dining room. He was eating alone with the Earl today. Road had gone off somewhere and everyone else were searching for their prey. Allen gulped down a bite and wearily sighed. He was so bored! He didn't want to whine though,
He finished his meal with several cartons of milk to wash down the food. He put the glass to his lips and when he got to his last cup, his eyes landed on the Millennium Earl. He was happily eating his own sugary food and merrily watching Allen. With less than half a glass left, and more than half the table filled with desserts, Allen lowered the cup and practically bit on it while he gazed at his leader, his savior, and possibly the only person he could compete with in an eating contest. "Drinking that milk isn't going to help your bones grow any more. I think you're going to be that height your entire life Allen. Sorry." Earl told him.
"That's insulting." Allen said calmly, his fingers twitching. "Please don't mention my height. . . . And I'm not short. I'm still growing."
"You're 15. . . Well, almost. Just a few more months." Earl said.
Allen furrowed his brows. "You aren't thinking of giving me anything or celebrating it, are you Lord Millenie?"
"It's a special occasion. I must!" Earl said.
"No. I don't like Christmas and I surely can't stand my birthday. It isn't even my real birthday. Well, there's a chance it isn't." Allen responded.
"But Allen, you joined our family three days after Christmas. We can celebrate Christmas, the anniversary, and your birthday all in one day." the Millennium
countered.
"I can hardly favor Christmas. I see it as another day, you of all people should know that. I didn't even celebrate it my entire life. Why start now? There is no joy to that day anyhow." Allen said, slamming the cup on the table.
Lero popped up from behind the Earl's chair. His pumpkin head just peeked over the back as Allen glowered for the first time in a long time towards the Earl. "I absolutely cannot stand that day! It's just a day for the excuse of human selfishness. The time of giving, heh? If everyone gives then everyone gets something, good or bad or pathetically stupid. I'm used to not having a party for my birthday and I see it as just another pointless day. A time of giving, a time of understanding? It makes me sick!" Allen snorted.
"We all have the right to be a little greedy. Everybody wants something, but it depends on you how far that longing goes before it's selfishness Allen. Or a sin. Every year you ask me not to celebrate your birthday and to make sure we don't, you wouldn't let me tell the rest that your birthday is on the exact day of Christmas. So they randomly give small gifts throughout the year to mount up to that. We let you celebrate our birthdays. Yours is just as special, just as significant, and important. If you don't want a party, that's fine, but there must be something you want. You never ask for anything, inside, that just can't be so." the Earl responded.
"I want nothing. I already have everything I want. My family. You and the rest, with more on the way, yes? What can I ask for when I have everything I ever wanted or needed as a child?" Allen told him with soft eyes. "My birthday, it's worth nothing. So Christmas is worth nothing to me."
"That's not true and you know it."
"It has been for the last five years. . . . . . . . Mana died that year and on my birthday too. All the worst things, they happen on my birthday. Somebody I love gets hurt or dies, or I'm abandoned. . . For the billionth time."
"It won't happen again."
"I believe you, really, I do. There are just too many horrible memories for that day. I'm sorry if I make it seem horrid, but all my life it has been." Allen said.
"Allen, what do you want?" Earl questioned.
Allen stood up. Stiffly and calmly, he made his way to the door, talking low. "I want him, them, dead. I want their blood spilled worse than mine was. I want them to regret and suffer about what they did and begging for mercy and forgiveness to their god at my feet. I want to them dead, covered in their own blood with fear stricken eyes and faces. That church that haunts me in my sleep and in every waking moment, that church that I can't erase from my memories, I want it GONE!" Allen said, grabbing the door knob, but couldn't open the door. "I want to watch them die painfully by doing the same thing they did to me. Only worse."
The Earl sat there, completely stunned. He would've never thought he would live to see the day Allen would speak like that. With passion and anger and hatred, but mostly, fear and sadness. He said it through pain and probably didn't even know he said it until it was already spoken. It had been a long time since he'd seen Allen like this. So hurt, so crushed. Not openly. "Allen. . . lero?" Lero murmured.
Allen could feel his entire body shake. It was the cause of mixed feelings inside him being aroused. Bad, good, sadness, and fear. He knew he had to find a way to personally kill humans himself, otherwise, him fighting would have no point. So why not start with the people he can't stand? "I just want that place demolished along with their pride and sacred god. But that's not gonna happen. I don't even know where it's at." Allen said, voice flat and he ran out the room.
"Poor Allen, lero."
The Millennium Earl's glasses glinted and a door in the shadows opened. There stood Lulubell, Sheryl, Tyki, and even Skin. Sheryl completed his work and the other three were called back. Only Tyki killed his prey this time. "I haven't heard the boy speak like that in a long time. He never speaks about it to us." Tyki said, staring at the floor.
"Allen will never heal mentally. Not unless we do something about it. That church he spoke of, it was one of his worst memories. I often find myself consoling in the middle of the night or when you're all gone about it. It's the main source of his pain." the Earl said.
"I understand, but is it really what he would want?" Sheryl said.
"You heard him. Decide for yourself." Earl paused. "The look in his eyes, you should've seen them. Lulubell, Tyki, Sheryl, and Skin, my dear sister and brothers, I ask you seek this place for Allen. When the time is right, we'll go there and deal with his past. We will eliminate the people that hurt one of us. I think he's ready. We must seize the moment before it's too late. He's not going to be any more ready than he already is."
"Yes Lord/ M'lord/ Master/ Earl." they all responded.
Now if only they could correspond with the same words.
