Warning: Gender bent Lenalee Lee (aka Liang Lee). And more bad juju...

Special thanks to RikoJasmine for letting me barrow Liang Lee for this story! : )

Pairing: Tyki x FemAllen and one sided Liang x FemAllen

Beta: DarkAngel576 (Thank you!)

***Allen's Pov! But it is not a recap! YaY!***


Hell.

Allen Walker had seen hell, but that church covered in blood and death had brought the word a new meaning. All of this was hell, a horridly and completely confusing hell.

She had thought that she knew what was going on, but that place that the Noah and her had just escaped from a little over an hour ago made her rethink what she thought she knew. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her trembling shoulders and her silver eyes closed.

She was still shaken from having to face the worst moment of her life.

She had been forced to relive the whole horrifying moments that followed her first meeting with the Earl. Mana being turned into an Akuma and then she had been forced to destroy him.

Again.

She had thought that it wouldn't hurt like it had. But the pain had been just as bad as the first time. Allen knew that all of this wasn't real, that it really wasn't her Mana that she was killing...

Her heart ached and that deep dark sorrow had been about to crush her. Then he came, Allen hadn't been sure how she had known, but she had known it was that Noah...

The man that had taken her first kiss...

Suddenly warmth covered her shaking shoulders, and her confused silver eyes blinked open. The Noah was leaning over her slightly, his gold eyes looking at her in concern and his dark lips were pulled down in a frown. Then he pulled away, standing straight and turned those eyes away from her.

It took Allen a moment to realize that the new source of warmth was his black dress coat. Her enemy had given up his jacket when he had seen her shiver from the cold. She frowned and blushed a little at this, pulling the coat closer.

The black fabric was soft and still held the warmth from his body. Allen noted the smell that clung to the obviously expensive jacket. It smelt of cigarettes, spice and musk…

It reminded her of Tyki…

Allen allowed herself to enjoy being wrapped in that sent. Let her mind think about the man that made her smile, choosing to think of him and not the Noah that was standing only a few steps away from her again.

She was sitting on the ground; all around them were nothing but those ruins from her dream. The Noah was standing a few steps away from her, his back partly facing her. His gold eyes were narrowed and looking over their surroundings thoughtfully.

Allen frowned deeper as she realized that she didn't even now his name. Her eyes focused on his white clothed back and her pink lips parted. "I don't-I don't know your name..."

The Noah's gold eyes flickered back over to look at her, and Allen fought down another shiver and deeper blush. They were not even close to touching and yet she could feel that heat...

The man seemed to think about it for a moment, before his lips slid into a sly smile and he shrugged. "You can just call me Joyd, darling." he said in a deep smooth voice, his eyes telling her that, that wasn't exactly his real name.

Allen puffed out her cheeks childishly, her anger simmering when she noticed that he hadn't called her by name. Why couldn't everyone call her by her name? It was always "Short Stack, Girl, Bean sprout (aka Moyashi), princess (Cross' hated little nickname for her), and now darling."

Why couldn't everyone just call her Allen?

Joyd chuckled at her display, and before she could blink he sauntered over like he owned the place and took a seat next to her. She narrowed her eyes and frowned at how close he had decided to sit and he offered her a wide smile in return.

They were close enough to touch…

Allen turned her eyes way from the Noah sitting next to her, and looked up into the dark blue and pink sky. That white Cube was in the same place as it always was, and for some reason she found this unsettling.

Joyd kept looking at it. His gold eyes would travel to it, and then he would frown darkly and look away.

Allen sighed and let her mind wander back to what she had been thinking about before.

This place they were now in was her dream; the only thing missing was Liang. And that gray eyed man that play the piano and that had attacked them was also nowhere to be seen.

The first place that she had found herself in was a memory of when she had turned Mana into an Akuma…

But the church, Allen had never seen it before. She most definitely had never seen that young man either. She would remember if she had. Her silver eyes flickered over to the Noah sitting next to her.

That young man had looked a little like him, granted the young man had longer and lighter color hair, but there had been a resemblance. And it was more then the fact that they both were Noah.

When they had found themselves in that blood stained church, that young man had been covered in blood and ready to attack them, she could taste the malice in the air, the blood lust. But Joyd had pushed her behind him and had simply hissed out words in another language.

The younger Noah, he couldn't have been any older then her, had giggled insanely and spoken in the same tongue, and just like that he had let them leave. They had taken one step outside the church and had found themselves where they were now.

Allen pulled the black jacket closer and sucked and chewed on her lower lip. Her silver eyes looking back up at the softly glowing white Cube again.

Two of the three places they had been she knew. The last place she didn't. If each place were memories brought on by the piece of Innocence that Liang had brought to the ball…

That of course had been a stupid idea. Raw Innocence, without Hevlaska or its Accommodator to control or suppress, was naturally unstable and had a bad habit of causing trouble.

Like the whole weather and Leaf of Revival fiasco, to name only one…

The piece of Innocence that Liang had brought to the ball had obviously activated and pulled her and the Noah into this dream like reality. They had been standing together out on the balcony and he had even been gripping her left arm, so that would explain why they were together.

It had been because they were touching. But she wouldn't be able to confirm this until they escaped these memories. So if this was all correct and everything that they had seen so far was from their own minds and memories and Allen didn't know that church…

Than that only left one person whose memory it could have been.

Her silver eyes flickered back over to the Noah, who was watching her out of the corner of his gold eyes. "You look to be deep in thought." He said in that smooth voice of his, though he didn't turn to look at her fully. "Care to share, darling?"

Allen worried her bottom lip a little more. Joyd's burning golden eyes being drawn to the motion, his lips twitched at the corners, fighting to pull into a sly smile. She saw the desire rise in those haunting golden eyes and she had to look away.

"That church…" She forced out in a soft whisper. She felt the Noah twitch, and Allen wanted so badly to look at him again. But she didn't dare. That sent from his jacket was strong and was for some reason making it hard to think and speak now. "Everything we've seen are memories or dreams. That church and the young man-"

"So the graveyard was a memory of yours?" The Noah interrupted smoothly, his voice calm and hard like stone. Allen frowned at the tone; he didn't need to answer her now. She knew by his tone that the church had in fact been his memory.

Her heart hurt to think about it. She wanted to ask, to find out who the young man had been. A part of her couldn't help but wonder what could have happened in that church to provoke the young man into killing all those people so violently. And if it had been Joyd's memory then where had he been?

Another part of her wanted to know how she could think there was any justification for that kind of slaughter.

Her heart ached worse when she really thought about it. About all the horrid things she had heard and almost experienced. If she had not found Mana, or if Cross hadn't found her after his death.

A young girl living on the streets was very dangerous, especially if you caught the eye of the wrong kind of men…

Allen frowned, and finally looked at the man sitting next to her again. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't felt him lay back on the ground. His hands were behind his head and his gold eyes were staring up at the sky.

He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes not looking away from the sky and Allen realized that he was looking at that white Cube again. His face was unreadable and his dark lips set in to fine line. Allen looked closer at him and she narrowed her eyes as she saw similarities in his facial features to…

To…

The air in front of them shifted and Joyd tensed and moved to sit up, though he didn't get very far. That wide and large sword was thrust forward and the Noah froze his gold eyes glaring fire at the man holding the sword pointed at his throat.

Allen's eyes snapped up to look at the man that she had always seen playing the piano. Her thin body tensing, but those amused gray eyes didn't look away from Joyd. The man smiled wide at the Noah, his gray eyes flashing smugly. "What a pleasure it is to see you again Joyd. I see that you found dear Allen." He purred out in a light and musical tone.

Joyd growled darkly at the man that had him at sword point. His dark gray fingers twitched and Allen could feel his anger at being caught with his guard down. Allen shifted, preparing herself for anything that might happen.

Those dark gray eyes flickered over to her for just a moment before they returned to narrow at the Noah. Joyd growled deeper in the back of his throat. "You were that boy; you told me where to find her." The Noah hissed out under his breath, and Allen shuddered at the cold malice in the tone.

"Who are you?" Joyd asked louder, his gold eyes narrowing.

The man with gray eyes only chuckled lightly, the sound conveying an odd amusement at the question. His head tilted and his brown hair moved with the motion, his eyes narrowing a little more. But when the man spoke he didn't address the Noah.

"Allen dear, way don't you go and find that other young man, Liang Lee was it? I think his company is much better for you." He said in that same amused voice as before, like he was inwardly laughing at some private joke.

Joyd tensed and his eyes narrowed. Allen could feel his rage at what the younger man had said, but she didn't look way from those familiar gray eyes. Her own silver eyes narrowed while her mind fought to make sense of this.

If this was her dream, and this man was a part of it, but Joyd had also seen him when he hadn't been with her… And his sword, it was nagging at the back of her mind… there was something…

"Are you the innocence that is keeping us here? Or that presence that pulled me here in the first place?" The Noah asked in a calmer and colder voice. Allen did look over at the man next to her then. What was he talking about, what presence? And as for the first question…

"No, he's not the Innocence." She whispered as her confused silver eyes turned back to the man standing before them. Her left hand twitched and she stared into those gray orbs that were no longer laughing. "Who-" the word had barley left her lips when the man chuckled again, chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing coldly.

"I don't like your relations with her Joyd. I want you gone." He hissed in a giggle and thrust the sword forward. The Noah rolled to the left, barley dodging the attack. Joyd was then on his feet and his own weapon formed over his hand and arm.

The man with the brown hair and gray eyes grinned and moved forward, using the momentum from the first attack to almost skip a few steps forward and rip the huge sword from the ground and swing it in a second attack. This added more force to the swing and Joyd hissed as the larger blade smashed down heavily onto his sword.

Allen cringed at the blow and pushed herself onto her feet. The two men jumped away from each other and then lunged, their blades clashing and sparks flying. Joyd growled in anger, while the gray eyed man only laughed, though there was no amusement in the sound.

The young mans fighting style was different then anything that she had ever seen. His sword was almost as tall as him, and he sung it like it weighed nothing. He used his speed and his motion to add more force behind his strikes, using his whole body in each attack instead of just his arms. He twisted and spun to add even more force and Allen thought it looked like he was almost dancing.

Joyd's swordsman ship was also impressive. He was anything but slow. Every move and every strike was smooth and graceful. His calculating gold eyes narrow and watching and taking advantage of any opening that he could find.

They exchanged blows until the younger man managed to get in a good and heavy swing, pivoting on his right foot and using his forward momentum to add more power into the next blow. The Noah stumbled and the grin on the other mans face widened, as he saw the opening in the Noah's almost perfect defense.

Her heart clenched, pain and cold raced a crossed her pale skin when she saw the young man moved to attack the opening. In that moment her world froze.

The jacket that held the sent that so remember her of the man that she cared about more then she could allow her self to realized slid from her shoulders, her fingers letting go of the soft fabric.

Even with the added weight of her gown she could still move with decent speed. Allen's feet were moving and she ran forward, calling on Crown Clown at the same time, and threw herself between the two men.

Allen could hear the Noah call out her name in alarm; she could here the fear in his voice…

But it was two late and she could only braced herself for the incoming attack. Her silver eyes met surprised gray a second before her eyes snapping tight as she waited for the sword to hit her raised left arm, but the blow never came.

Allen gasped like her lungs had been deprived of air; her confused silver eyes fluttering open and she found herself on the cold stone of the balcony, free from the dream. A hiss from her side and she turned to see the Noah in his human form kneeling next to her. He was panting also, his light brown eyes turned to her confused and concerned.

It was then that Allen noticed that Joyd was still gripping her left wrist. The heat was tingling and shooting up her skin. She blushed lightly and tried to pull her wrist from his grip, his eyes only narrowed and his lips opened but before he could say anything someone else spoke.

"Are you alright? You had me worried!" a concerned voice called and Allen blinked, her lips pulling down into a frown as she turned to the speaker. Her heart stopped beating and her lips parted in shock. The man kneeling next to the Noah was…

He looked older, quite a few years older, but he was differently that young man that had been in that church. That young man…

Joyd let go of her wrist then, though she could feel his reluctance to do so, and fixed the older man with a displeased frown. He looked like he was going to speak again but Allen's attention was called to the two open doors that led back into the ball room.

Liang called her name and hurried over to her, offering to help her to her feet after asking if she was alright. Allen frowned and blushed a little darker as she allowed her fellow Exorcist to help her up. Joyd also smoothly pushed himself up and his almond colored eyes glared at her friend heatedly.

And that was when Allen realized the severity of the situation. Here she was out on a balcony, with Liang at the Black Orders ball…

And with two Noah that everyone else thought were nothing but two ordinary Noblemen.

What was she going to do?


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