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Chapter 8
Red let out a low grumble. At some point he fell asleep, and now he was awakened by a gentle swaying. It was strange, it felt warm and smelled like sun wafts out(A/N: I have no idea what this is, but according to the Reverse Novel he smelt like that).
His mind instantly cleared. He flinched with an undignified "Huh?!" He's been carried by the clown! Furious blush coloured his cheeks. "P-put me down!"
The clown didn't respond, only smiled as he entered his tent. Red noticed that his legs were shaking. "Are you cold?" The Innocence in him however knew that it was not the temperature that made him shake. It was distress, he was trying not to appear sad.
The man took out a coat and draped it around the boy. It was the one he covered the dog with the day before. It was warm. Warm like the dog's tongue. He felt tears pickle his eyes, but he blinked them away. Trying to focus on other thoughts he snuggled into the warmth of the coat and returned to sleep.
The streets were even more crowded due to Christmas. Street lamps were decorated and the smell of freshly baked bread mixed in the spice-scented air. The circus was moving. Performers showed off their talents as Red distributed the flyers.
Even though he was not used to such crowds he felt at ease since the coat of the clown covered his left arm. People around them stopped in their tracks and smiled at a clown's performance. Children gathered around him and demanded more. Red glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Noticing the gaze on him the clown smiled and did a handstand with only one hand. He turned once then started dancing around in circles. Then suddenly he spread out his arms and used two fingers to point at Red. Yes, like he meant 'He's up next'.
The attention of the audience turned to the gaping Red. The clown then straightened up and shrugged as if saying he can't help it. Seeing this the mob laughed, they thought he had no courage.
Red, competitive by nature flares up. He's always been a passionate person with strong emotions, but that was what the Innocence loved the most about him. And it was all too happy to give him the moves to counter the clown. It showed Red's mind what to do, and his body followed it only a second late.
Red put the fliers and stepped on the ground. He did a back flip, trusting his nimbleness and landed on his feet like a cat. The audience clapped and cheered. The clown pretended that he was so shocked that he fell over. That resulted another round of laughter.
The clown got up slowly and smiled at him. Red realised that he was smiling too. The clown bowed deeply and Red followed, the people clapped them. The clown handed the silk top hat to Red, where the audience threw the coins. So this was the feeling of being wanted. Red started to blush.
The Innocence felt a familiar tingling. Another Accommodator was nearby! Finally someone came to take its Master and tell him their mission!
An unfamiliar voice startled Red. "Kid, what's your name?" Turning around he saw a man wearing a coat on top of his priest clothing, a silver cross shining on his chest. The man put a coin in the hat. His hair was deep red, the colour of blood, covering half of his face and tied in a ponytail. His eyes were sharp, taking in all detail. For some reason Red felt really exposed. The man had a cold and scary aura, his stare not leaving him. His Innocence tried to soothe him and suggest, that this man was not danger. It was someone who was a Critical Point Breaker and carried an Equipment-type Shard of Cube, which he baptised as Judgement.
"Didn't you hear me? Your name." He repeated impatiently.
He didn't have one. He refuses to consider himself 'Red'. So he ignored the guy.
The priest however was having none of that. "Hey!" the man tries to get his attention, but he continued to pass out the flyers. "Are you called Allen?"
Red frowned. What was this man saying? "No." Allen is the dog's- "Not a dog."
The man's calculating gaze doesn't leave him. "...If it's not your name then forget it. Listen up, brat, don't get too close to Mana." And then he disappeared in the crowd, leaving Red to wonder what kind of person was he.
What?! He left?! Just like that?! The Divine Being was flabbergasted, did he not come to take Red away?
Once he finished with the flyers he found the clown. What name did that guy say? Oh right it was- "Mana?" The clown reacted to him with a nod. "Are you called Mana?"
"Yes." The clown replied. "How did you know my name?"
"Just now a strange red-head guy in priest robes talked to me. He told me not to get close to you-" Hearing that, Mana's expression became strange. For the first time, he looked serious. Without a word he turned on his heels and ran off.
"Mana?" Red followed him in panic. "Mana what's wrong?"
"I need to find that person." He said hastily as he looked around frantically. But the priest was gone.
"Mana, he can't be found anymore!" he tried to convince the clown to stop, but he doesn't listen. He ran around the city aimlessly, Red following him like a shadow. He continued until the sun set. The circus performance was starting soon, they had to return. Mana's shoulders slump in disappointment.
"Why do you spend so much effort into searching for them?"
Red was surprised to see loneliness in his eyes. Red found himself sympathizing with Mana. His Innocence too, would provide assistance if he could, however Judgement's wielder was out of vicinity. "That could be my little brother." At that, Red felt jealousy flare in him. Even though this person was lonely, he still had someone left. He didn't have anything. Nothing at all.
A determined look settled in Mana's eyes as he stood on shaking legs. With small steps he headed to a random direction. Just then a horse carriage appeared, heading in their way.
Red didn't think, he jumped to his feet and pushed Mana in a nearby drain. The carriage zapped past by them. "Careful hey! You could have died!" Red reprimanded, but Mana's eyes didn't leave the crowd. Red felt a little guilty, the man was only trying to search for something worth living... just like him. "Seriously, I can't handle you." He muttered under his breath.
Red took Mana's hand and led him to a nearby park where he could clean up. Mana removed the wig and the clown makeup. Red couldn't help but stare at him, this was his first time seeing Mana's real face. He had sharp nose, face wrinkled by age. However, the feature that had the biggest impression was his eye. Now that the makeup was washed off the amber eyes seemed golden.
Mana met Red's gaze, but a few minutes later he turned away in embarrassment.
"Really, you need to be more careful!" Red insisted. "If I didn't save you, you'd be dead."
"Death is such a dislikeable thing!" he laughed with no humour.
"That's why I said you have to be more careful!"
"I guess you're right, I apologize. Ah, today's weather is really good."
"What does the weather has to do with anything?!"
Seriously, what?
"The evening sun in this time of the year is always beautiful."
Is this guy ok?
"Are you even listening to what I'm trying to say? You need to be more careful! I know you miss your brother but-"
"You know I'm only seventeen."
Yep, he clearly lost it.
"Huh?" No matter how Red looked, the man seemed to be in his fifties. Noticing Red's confusion, he continued. "One morning when I woke up, I realised that I became a middle-aged man. I don't know why though. The day before I was a seventeen year old youth. At first when I saw myself in the mirror I was shocked!"
What? Noah's were also well-known for their long-lasting youth, how come this person aged so much in such a short span of time?
Maybe... maybe he used to be a Noah, but was exorcised? As far as it knew the host went down with their Noah.
Could he have lost his position as Noah's Follower? No, that was highly unlikely, when they turn the Disciplines lose their emotional ties with humans, there's no way one would go against his or her nature.
Or maybe this person was related to a person who turned into a Noah? That seemed to be the most possible answer. However... Didn't the newly turned Noahs murder their family as a pledge of loyalty to carry out Noah's mission?
Red shared the sentiment, this was weird. Mana felt that Red was waiting for him to continue.
"I have a little brother, but he is nowhere to be found." Mana leaned forward. "I will say this to you only." The Innocence and Red tensed when the man leaned to whisper in his ear. "I'm on the run. If I get caught I'll definitely be killed."
Red couldn't help his childlike curiosity. "By whom?"
"The Millennium Earl." What? He is an outcast Noah after all? "He is a person who can turn people into Akuma. They are everywhere so you need to stay alert." He then retreated, his finger on his lips, signalling that this was meant to be a secret. Red felt that not only this person was abnormal, but suffered from some illness. "My brother must have been separated from me. I must find him. Because I have turned into this sort of middle-aged man, even if he sees me, he won't recognise me. I need to go and find him... so I need to be alone and begin my life of wandering."
"Is that so?... Your little brother could have abandoned you." As the words flew out of his mouth he mentally kicked himself. "If it's true what do you plan to do?"
The man doesn't look at him, but at the white snow that bathes in the setting sun's light. "...How beautiful. I like beautiful worlds the best." Even though he smiled, he looked like he had been crying.
It was already dark when they returned to the circus. A long queue extended in front of the circus, the crowd eager to see the performance.
As he entered the tent Red was shocked to find Cosimo waiting for them. He was ready for his act, clothes and makeup in place, smirking at them.
The peaceful feeling he felt with Mana vanished. This bastard killed Allen. Yet he got away with it. "What happened to your partner?" he asked mockingly.
Mana tilted his head to the side. "...Who are you? I'm not very good at remembering faces."
Cosimo looked flabbergasted. "I'm Cosimo!" But Mana ignores him. He walked past him saying something about visitors and left. He acted as if everything was alright, that Allen's death didn't matter.
However Red was not so forgiving. "You killed him didn't you?"
Cosimo looked down on him (in both meanings). "Huh?"
"Allen is dead. He was covered in bruises." Red spat. "The only person who would have done it was you!"
Cosimo laughed, but in his tone it was clear that he was nervous. "Of course, that's impossible. Calm down Red." Something devious sparkled behind those eyes. "That's right. Hey everyone! Let's hear what Red just said!"
Hearing the commotion the other members came. Cosimo surveyed them with a conceited smile. That bastard always loved to be the centre of attention. "It looks like the cute dog is dead." The members let out horrified gasps. "And Red was the one who killed it."
Hearing this Red sucked in a breath of cold air. Just as he predicted, Cosimo would put the blame on him.
"You were performing some tricks during the day with that clown, weren't you? Maybe... you felt that the dog was in the way so you killed it to be its replacement."
"How could I have done that?!" This arsewipe was spitting nonsense! The dog was his friend!
The troop members looked down on him coldly. Red grit his teeth. They were bound to know that he was supposed to perform, but he was the one to refuse it since he hated crowds.
But in this place he was just a burden. In their eyes he was just a monster child. They would never believe him. All the feelings of anger and hate reached its breaking point.
Blinded by rage Red grabbed a plank that lied innocently on the ground and swung it at Cosimo like a sword. His body instinctively moved to suit the developing Cube inside. But since he was a scrawny child he couldn't strike with too much force.
Cosimo cries out in pain, clutching at his sore shoulder, but Red knew that he was exaggerating. Hearing the commotion, the Ringleader rushed there. "What's wrong Cosimo?"
Forgetting his "pain" Cosimo jumped to his stomach. "That bastard, he actually used a plank to hit me! Argh, my shoulder."
The Ringmaster turned his glare at Red with fury in his eyes. He slowly picked up the plank Red hit Cosimo with and swung it at the boy with full force. The blow knocked the child over and scraped his temple, letting his blood escape through the wound. He continued the assault on the defenceless boy, until the plank broke in half, then threw the end at him. By now Red could barely move and his vision was hazy from blood loss. "You bastard!" he snarled at him. "You're completely useless! I can't stand it anymore!"
Red knew that tone, this man too, was going to abandon him, without listening to him. To him and the other troop members the truth is not important at all. Just like-
"Throw him in the animal cage!"
Throw him to the beasts. Then he would die. Die by his hands. Die like Allen. Die because of Cosimo. The anger returned tenfold.
No! He won't die by his hands! Isn't that enough that this bastard made his life living hell, now that he can protect himself - he can counterattack, so that counts as protection too. And now that his "fun" is over he disposes of him?
No! He won't stand being oppressed anymore! Cosimo won't have this one! He was going to be the one to get killed!
With new-found strength he sprung to life, escaping the Ringleader's reach like an agile fish and lunged at Cosimo again. As he jumped he twisted his body in the air, using the hard and lead-heavy ugly red arm, which he so despised and swung it, aiming at Cosimo's temple.
The green cross flashed. The cross Allen licked. The Allen who played with him, disregarding his deformity. Red's first and only friend. He remembered the light in his eyes.
He also remembered a pile of earth next to a hole in the ground. He remembered as his heart broke when he saw his friend in it. His friend who was covered in bruises.
Even if he was killed now he would take revenge for Allen. Despite the fact that he wasn't Allen's owner. Despite knowing him only for a short span of time. But such an ungraceful and cruel death cannot be overlooked.
With a loud noise, his arm collided with warm flesh. Green sparks escaped the cross. They attracted Red's attention. Red gasped. The one whom he collided with was not Cosimo. It was Mana. "Mana!" He didn't notice the shards disappearing on Mana's head.
What? My essence affected him? He is a Noah after all?
"No." Blood was flowing from Mana's head. "You can't cause a tragedy."
What? A Noah showing mercy?! Just what on earth was going on here?!
Mana was smiling. Blood flowed from his head, but he kept smiling and crying bloody tears.
This, this... IDIOT! He saved the prick who killed Allen! With that stupid smile on his face! "Why are you so calm?! Why do you protect a bastard like Cosimo?! WHY?!" He doesn't understand it. Not at all. These mixing feelings clouded his judgement. Without thinking he struck Mana again. Mana's bleeding intensified.
Hold on a sec. Red didn't hit that hard. Why would he bleed? Noahs don't bleed this much without regenerating. Only when they-
No. NO! Noah can only be exorcised when they are in their true form. Only then can the power of Innocence purge them. Could it be... that even though my power is sealed... some of it seeps through... and affects the follower of Noah?
No! He can't be transforming now of all times! We can't even activate!
Stop! Red, please stop!
Don't provocate him, you'll get killed! MASTER!
Not hearing the frantic pleas of his Innocence Red continued his assault. Why why why why?!
"Thank you..." he mumbled, clearly struggling to not lose focus. "For making my friend so happy..." Red stopped. He was completely exhausted. As he hit Mana his wounds bled too. He could barely support himself. His body felt heavy.
Mana gently placed a hand on his head. "Allen... was very... lonely..." he panted hard, struggling to form the words. "In the... beginning... he didn't know... any tricks... he was treated... as a... a burden... at... that time... he was... probably... very... lonely..."
What? Allen, the dog who was full of so much life... was like him?
"After... meeting you... he was... very happy... But please... don't spread... tragedy... Tragedy... trage...dy..." something was seriously wrong, Red knew it. He kept repeating the same words, just like a broken doll, a broken record. His face was blank. Something broke in him.
A cold feeling freezes over Red. Broken. That's right. He hit him. With his heavy and deformed left arm.
Red looked at Mana, really looking at him. And he saw. Mana was covered in his own blood.
The Ringleader's voice cuts through the haze in his head and yanked him back in the ungrateful reality. "Red stop right now!" Two member's hand grabbed him, eager to follow the Ringleader's earlier order. He tried to get away, but his body was even weaker than usual from his own blood loss. "No, Mana!" he tried to reach out to the clown, but he was dragged away. He barely heard Mana's last words.
"Tra...ge...dy... att...racts... the... Earl."
The sky was dark. Upon entering the storage Red was pushed in front of the animal cage. He didn't object. On the way he lost consciousness once and his mind was still a bit fuzzy.
From the cage the sounds of the fierce carnivores could be heard. Not only they were hungry, they were agitated from being stuffed in such a small place. Also the sweet scent of fresh blood drove them mad.
If he was thrown inside he's surely get killed. He'll die for sure.
...Death?
In this sort of place? Because of that insignificant person? For that foul reason? Condemn him to death again for something he didn't even do?
It isn't your fault.
Then what was he born for?
Because I wanted and needed you.
What was the purpose of his existence?
To bring salvation to mankind.
But no matter what I do, you can't hear me... You shut me out... You won't let me tell you... If only I could tell you... If only you heard me...
He heard cheers coming from the main tent. It was an ominous feeling, as if they cheered his fall. He was thrown in the cage, door shutting behind him, lock clicking. Then the fainting sounds of footsteps could be heard.
It was dark inside, but he could see the outline of the beast. It growled. He heard it beside him.
There's no escape.
His Innocence gave off a powerful aura. Red's eyes widened when the creature flinched.
Just as it did a huge yellow orb which seemed to have wings crushed through the bars. The beast let out pained cry and collapsed.
Red stared at the huge winged ball. What just happened?! Did it protect him?!
The creature chewed a hole in the bars and backed away so Red could climb out. His nervousness heightened when he heard a dull thud. Two bodies laid on the ground, silenced forever.
Behind them was him. The red-headed priest he met earlier this day.
His Innocence almost shouted out in joy. He came back! They were saved! However the joy was short-lived as it realised the menacing aura Judgement's wielder gave off. His breathing was irregular.
Red couldn't help but stare. The man just killed those members. He was so stunned he didn't see the punch until it hit him in the temple. "You stinking brat!" he screeched at him. Red fell on the ground from the hit, his vision swimming.
Suddenly a gun was pointed at his forehead. Red breathes in sharply. The priest was full of killing intent.
Judgement what on earth are you doing?! You guys are not supposed to kill people, let alone another Accommodator! Get your Master to his senses!
The man's piercing gaze however didn't falter for even a millisecond. Fuck, Equipment types couldn't be influenced. Those eyes... just how many people did he kill to have such eyes? Eyes of pure bloodlust?
"I told you not to get close to Mana didn't I?" the man's hand tightened around the gun, ready to fire- but the huge golden orb smashed into him. "Tim!" the man's gaze returned to him and he clicked his tongue. He pulled his gun back. "Ran out of bullets."
Sheesh that was close...
The man forcefully yanked Red up by his oversized shirt. "Don't forget, this is all because of you." He spat then shoved the child to the ground. Black spots obstruct his vision. He was losing consciousness. The only thing he heard was the growl of the priest. "Disappear."
Red trembled from fear. What should he do? If he stays he'll surely get killed.
He couldn't take this anymore. With the remaining strength he had left he pushed himself on his feet and ran. He fled. He wanted to escape all the pain, the grief, the endless humiliation. He ran without looking where he went, he disappeared in the alleys. Not much later his legs gave out. He stumbled and fell in the snow, panting heavily. He was out of there. He was free again. He was nameless. He only belonged to himself. He was alone, he didn't have friends-
He gasped. The picture of Allen swam in his view. He grit his teeth in frustration. He didn't avenge him after all. But he had to get away. If he remained he'd surely get killed. It's not like there was anything worthy staying for. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on something else.
"Thank you for making my friend happy."
His eyes snapped open. No! In the commotion he completely forgot about the clown! He was injured! Moreover that crazy killer priest could still be there!
With quivering arms he tried to push himself up, but his weak arm easily gave out. He tried again but no results. "No! Mana! No! Hang on! I'm coming! Uh!" Pain shot through him as he accidentally fell on his injured left arm. The bitter emotions resurfaced. "Fuck!" he cursed at the arm. "Move! You are my arm! Do as I say and move damn it!"
I'm sorry I can't. He is nearby. I can't let you face him yet.
For some reason warm numbness coursed through his body. At this rate he'll fall asleep. With his last strength he tried to pull himself on the ground. "No, Mana, please!"
With a bitter feeling the Innocence disregarded its Host's pleas and pushed him into unconsciousness.
He awoke for the smell of freshly baked bread. Ah, what a lovely scent it was. This morning wasn't so bad after all.
As his mind cleared pain and the memories of the previous day shots trough him. Mana and him performing. The red priest. Mana and him in search of the Red priest. Return to the circus unsuccessfully. Get picked on by Cosimo again. Cosimo putting the blame on him for Allen's death. The cold stares. Anger. Hitting Cosimo with a plank. The Ringleader picking Cosimo's side and beating his up with the same plank. Another wave of anger. Attacking Cosimo with his red arm. Mana protecting Cosimo. Him hitting Mana. Mana bleeding. Mana thanking him for being Allen's friend. Being thrown to the beast. Getting saved by a golden orb. The red priest killing some of the members. The red priest's eyes glaring at him, wanting to kill him. Red priest retreating. Him running and fainting. Mana...
Mana! No! He left him there when that bloodthirsty priest was probably still around!
Ignoring his dizziness, he pushed himself on his hands and knees. He jumped into standing position and rushed in the direction he thought he came from. He couldn't stop the guilt closing in on him. While he was concerned for his own safety when Mana was still there. He cowardly ran and left an the injured owner of his friend behind when that murderer was still around.
If anything happened to him Allen would surely grow to hate him.
If anything happened to him Red would never be able to forgive himself.
Finally after so much dead-ends he finally saw the top of the tents. When he saw a huge crowd gathered at the entrance. Red squeezed himself through the mob so he could see what happened with his own eyes.
As he arrived to the main entrance a horrible view greeted him.
It was as if a storm tore the place apart: most of the tents collapsed, and the bloody gowns of the performers were scattered around. But there was no human there. As he tried to get inside an arm blocked his way. "Hey kid, this is a closed off area." It was a police officer. "Go back home, this is not a place for kids."
Home? He had no such luxuries. Cowards like him deserved to drown in the mud. But he had to know if Mana was alright. That's it, when the guard was looking away he would sneak in. And he could find Mana... Or what's left of him - he thought with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Disappeared you say?" some woman behind him asked. Red stiffened.
"Yes, most of them did, only very few is still around. The others just vanished. It seems they can't perform anymore."
Disappeared? But last night he could hear the cheers of the crowd while he was in the cage. How could they disappear so quickly.
"And it seems they didn't run away. The performers' clothes are still around. From what I heard they were shot." A lumped formed in Red's throat. So that priest killed them all? "Rumours say that they were attacked. But there are no bodies, just some kind of strange rubble."
Akuma.
Red's heart beat very fast. The members disappeared. Did Mana fall a victim too? Did the gun carrying priest killed him too?
Don't forget, this is all your fault - his voice still rang loud in his ears.
Red gasped in surprise when a familiar clown stumbled in his way. "Mana!" He looked even worse than last night. Dried blood clung to his forehead and his clown suit was dirty. But he was still alive! Red wanted to jump up and down with joy, until Mana spoke that is.
"Where have you been, Allen?"
Red was shocked. "Eh?"
"Mana...?" Allen was the dog's name.
Mana didn't notice his uneasiness. "Today is Christmas, so let's go to another place!"
"Mana!" He didn't hear Red's cries, he took his hand and pulled him away. "Where should we go?"
"Instead of that shouldn't you take care of your wound?" That I caused - he added mentally.
"Do you have any place to go?"
"Mana!" Mana was very strange. "Hey!"
"Where should we go?" Mana tilted his head to the side. "Strange, why am I travelling?"
Hearing this statement Red froze. "You said you were looking for your little brother."
Mana stops walking. "Little brother? What's that?"
Red stiffened. Mana completely forgot his goal. ...Why? Is it because he hit him too much?
Don't forget, this is all because of you.
Because of him? Because he hit Mana too hard?
"I feel like... I'm looking for something really important." Even though he was smiling, Mana's voice was even. His whole body was shaking. He was sad, because he lost his memory.
Red fought the urge to cry. "You're looking for your little brother! You little brother who was separated from you! You yourself said it, just yesterday!" But Mana didn't react. In one night, he changed entirely. He can't revert back anymore. He had this feeling. Unable to fight his emotions any longer Red let his tears fall.
It was all his fault. He should have controlled his anger. He shouldn't have hurt Mana. He shouldn't have left him here while that priest was still around. But like the coward he was he ran. He fled to save his own skin. He abandoned someone who needed him. He abandoned Mana, just like he was abandoned. He destroyed Mana. He became what he despised the most.
Mana reached his hand out to pat his head. "Don't be sad. If you are sad, the Earl will come." His hand slid down to wipe his tears away. "Allen, you're really warm. And strange. When did you grow this big? And your tail's gone too." Red was mixed up with a dog. He wanted to laugh at the whole ridiculousness of the situation.
It can't end like this. Mana's brother was still out there, probably searching for Mana as Mana searched him. Red wiped away his tears. Yes, he mustn't cry. He had no right to cry. Sinners deserve no right to maintain self-pity. The damage was done. He can't revert it. But he can still atone. He knew the person, the red-haired priest Mana was looking for. His image was engraved in his mind. This would be his reason for living.
"Take me with you Mana." He pleaded. "I'll tell you what you have forgotten, I'll remember it for you. So please... Take me with you."
Allen and Mana were the first ones to give hi happiness. The ones who made him feel needed. The ones who made him feel like he was a human being. They gave him what he desired the most.
Now it's his turn to pay back. He'd make Mana happy. He will be Mana's Allen.
"We will always be together Allen." Mana said innocently, unaware of the impact of his words.
"That's right." Red replied with a shaky voice. "We'll always be together."
This was the day 'Red' became 'Allen'.
As promised, uneven chapter lengths. Ok, sorry I little altered the story end, but I think it's better like this. If you have complaints don't hesitate! Also I welcome tips, my describing skills are not the best, the atmosphere needs to be improved. Any ideas are welcomed. Follow&Favorite&Feedback please!
