Pure Colors

DGM

Chapter 10

Recollection

Allen glared at the mirror with anger and absolute despise. His brown hair, which he loved so much- it had such a special tint that made it different, made it stand out- was now white. Like an old geezer's or a stressed out woman or a puffball. It reminded him of snow too. He did like snow, but not enough to have his hair white. He wasn't even 12! "I hate this freaking barnet*. I hate this damn rotten luck. All the shizz happens to me." he grumbled.

He stared at the reflection, then picked up a pair of scissors. "Maybe if I cut all of this cack orf* it'll grow back as my ol' color. . . . Damn."

Allen dropped the scissors and the blade cut his finger when as it fell. He hissed and clenched his fist, making the pain all the more worse. He shook it then put the finger in his mouth, trying to stop the blood. This was the only way he knew how. It was always Mana who stopped the bleeding.

His fierce eyes softened into hurt and misery. He longed to see Mana again. He missed him so much. Even so, he knew better now than to wish for him to come back. He would need time to adjust. Especially to these strange people. He was confused and uncertain about them, but they had answers. Good or bad, they told him the truth, no matter how ridiculous they were. They could even prove it. With the demons-or akuma-and the way some change their skin color and their eye color. If he believed Mana could come back from the dead, then why couldn't their story be true? Not to mention, they accepted him.

After Mana's death, he had no reason left to live. He had no way to go on. Mana had died so suddenly and not at a good time. He needed a little more time with a guardian before he could live on his own, if he could at all. The Millennium Earl promised to care for him and give him shelter and food, even an education and training. He promised happiness, but to Allen, happiness was a miracle he could never get.

He led his eyes to his new scar and covered it. It had been throbbing since he got it and when somebody went by, often-not always, he saw this freaky mirage of a mummy and a weird light around the body. Angrily, he punched the mirror and his hand gushed out blood as shards got stuck in his hand. He didn't cry out nor did he whine or wail. He merely picked the glass pieces out one by one.

Each piece he pulled out, he dropped next to the scissors, a frown upon his face each time, deepening. He would flinch once in awhile, but no sound escaped his mouth. He only snorted in disgust. The blood grew darker and more came out with every tug. His eyes were half-lidded and emotionless. The sound of glass falling and breaking echoed in the large bathroom.

When he had pulled out every piece, he raised his scratched hand and arm, staring at the blood. One normal child would normally panic, look in disgust, scrunch their nose, scream, faint, react in horror or react in some way, but he was too used to the sight. He no longer feared the smell or the pain and definitely not the sight of it. He welcomed it now. When he bled, it let him know he was still alive. "Allen, come, master wishes to see you." Lulubell said, monotone.

Allen lifted his head, but his hair covered his eyes. "Master?"

Mimi walked in behind Lulubell and gasped at the boy. "Oh my, what happened?"

Lulubell stared questionably at the boy. She studied the room and the blood. He did it himself, but why? "You call the fat ass master?" Allen asked.

"Don't speak about the Lord like that!" Mimi exclaimed.

"Why is he a Lord? Why is he so stonking*? I don't get it. Why ring him up summat* as if to worship him? In doing so, yeh make him seem greater than yeh." Allen said.

"He is simply the akuma's creator and my master. Our Lord. Our brother and our savior." Lulubell answered.

"But why?" Allen repeated.

"If I were to explain to you, I don't think you'd understand Allen." Lulubell said straightforwardly.

"You're right. I wouldn't." Allen said, looking up to show sad, dull eyes. "I never get anything about people. I don't get what's so special about a single person. I don't get why there is a god and if there is a god. I don't get why he is so important."

"Ummm. . . . . Lord Millennium, he's special because. . . . Oooh, how do I explain this, Madam Lulubell?" Mimi asked.

"We do not see Master as a god, Allen. It may appear so, but we don't. In order for you to understand, you would have to learn yourself. Though simple, I cannot explain to you." Lulubell said.

Mimi gazed at Allen. She had this weird feeling about Allen. She liked him, she was fond of him. He was so adorable and cute, but saddened, but clearly hurt and angry. He could look better, but she heard he had innocence. Why weren't they getting rid of it and why was everyone so fond of him? Why did they keep him around? It had to be this weird feeling they got from him.

She examined the child and smiled. She cleaned everything off the floor and put Allen on the bathroom counter. She turned on the sink faucet and put his hand under it, taking a rag and washing away the blood. She grabbed bandages, ointment, and soap. She also put a bag on the counter beside him. Allen watched her cautiously. She grabbed a towel and took the stuff out of this bag. Clothes. "Before we take you to see the Lord, we must clean you. You look filthy. When was the last time you bathed, Allen?" Mimi said happily, filling the tub with water.

". . . . . . Bathe?"

"Uh, wash your body with soap and water? Clean yourself?" Mimi clarified.

Allen's stare hardened as he thought long and hard. He couldn't remember the last time Mana had given him a bath or when he even changed his clothes last. He shrugged and she nearly fell over, shocked. "You did have a guardian, did you not?" Lulubell asked.

"The ol'chuff* was a stupid clown who travelled and performed. We hardly ate. How could we afford a cleaning or new clothes? There aren't many places I can go with my arm either." Allen said snidely.

Mimi turned the water off and made sure the water was nice and warm. She put him back on the floor and let him sit on the stool. He acted like a five year old. He didn't know anything really. She found it funny how he behaved.

Mimi untied his shoes and took of his socks. She threw off the jacket and pulled the shirt off. Allen looked at his pants and his head dunked. If you looked closely, his cheeks were red. "Yeh better not be doin' what I think yer doin'." Allen growled.

"Can you do it yourself?" Mimi asked, taking his pants off, leaving him in his underwear.

"N-no. . . But yer a girl."

Mimi stifled her giggle, throwing him in the tub and moved every last item of his clothing he previously wore near the door. She grabbed a sponge and a whole lot of soap and shampoo and scrubbed him until he was squeaky clean. After that, she dressed him up in the new clothes. He was still red in the face, but he kept quiet. After she dried his hair and messed it all up, she combed it and tied a green ribbon around his neck into a bow. The only part of his body that wasn't covered up was his face and his hands. She tried to stay away from his left arm and resisted the urge to attack him or hurt him because of his innocence. "There you go Allen!"

His head fell down and his eyes were hidden away again. She found his scratched hand and put the ointment on it and wrapped it up in bandages. Allen winced and bit his lip. The ointment and tightness of the linen made it hurt more than it should have. He was about to bark at her, but then he shut his mouth. "Now, to brush your teeth." Mimi said.

"Do what?"

When Mimi finished teaching him how to brush his teeth, and practically forcing him to, they left the bathroom and walked through halls and streets and more halls until they entered a warm room with several pieces of furniture. What caught his eye was the grand piano in the corner. He ignored the stares of everyone in the room and kept his head down. He didn't even know what he looked like. He did break the bathroom mirror. "Ha ha, take a look at the twerp." Devit said, laughing.

"You look so cute Allen!" Road claimed, swinging Allen around and squeezing him to death.

He growled and tried pushing her away, but she was surprisingly so much stronger than him. It got to the point where he couldn't breathe. His face started turning blue and Tyki pulled him out of her arms. Allen sucked in air until he sprawled out on the floor. The twins laughed. "You look better than before boy. You don't look like a rag doll anymore." Tyki commented.

"Can it!" Allen shouted, jumping to his feet.

Allen startled, leaped back when Road put a mirror in front of him. He studied it for a few silent moments then gaped. "Bloody murder!" He shouted and kicked as Road and Tyki held him down, trying to keep him from taking his clothes off. "Get me out of this shizz!"

Jasdero and Devit were in hysterics as Lero watched with the rest in hopelessness. When Allen finally gave up, he sat on the floor and eyed the piano. The Earl wasn't in here yet, so he had to wait. What did he want to talk about? This was really ticking him off! "Oi, boy, what happened to your hand?" Tyki asked, picking him up by the collar, puffing out smoke from his mouth, putting the cigarette back in his mouth and messed with Allen's right hand. "Answer me boy."

Allen calmly glared at him. "Aye, I have a name jackass."

Tyki narrowed his eyes and whacked him upside the head. Allen growled as he rubbed his head. "Bastard, that hurt!" Allen shouted. "Here's yer damn answer!" Allen then threw his right fist in his face, punching it with all his might.

Tyki dropped him and rubbed his face. He didn't seem so much as surprised as he was curious. He wasn't even angry. Allen hit the ground hard and landed head first. He held back a cry of pain and ran around with an aching head. He came by Tyki again, just to kick him in the shin, punch his gut a few more times, and glower. Tyki let him, but gazed at him through his fingers. That's when he bent down and put his head on Allen's head and shook it about, keeping him from coming closer than needed. "Where'd you learn to hit like that?" Tyki inquired.

Allen swatted his hand away and rubbed his sore hand. It was extremely painful, hitting the man with his hand. "Bloody moron, I didn't learn anything from anyone."

"Where'd you get such strength kiddo?" Tyki asked, grinning. "It's not even your hand with innocence."

"What's your point Tyki?" Road asked.

Tyki's hand fell from his face and you could already see it bruising and there was a big bump. Road gasped and looked at Allen's closed eyes and turned head. He was only a kid. How did he get so much strength at this age? Her Uncle didn't even need to answer her question. "Wow, look at that." the twins said in unison.

"It's an improvement." Allen grumbled, earning him another whack on the head. "Hit me one more bloody time and I'll rearrange your blasted face!"

"We need to work on your manners. You have none." Lulubell mumbled.

"Just because I don't use them don't mean I have none lady." Allen told her, waving a fist in the air.

"Then use them." Lulubell responded, sitting down on a chair.

"Yer not very manneristic either. Don't tell me what to do!" Allen barked.

Lero appeared in front of Allen and he stared at the pumpkin head. He could've sworn this umbrella talked before. "Yer pink."

Lero wasn't sure if he was insulting him or not, so he didn't know how to react. "I know, lero."

The Earl walked in and Allen stared at him. He had a scary grin. It was bigger than Allen! He wouldn't want to be bitten by those teeth. "Is everything swell Allen?" the Earl asked.

"Yer all strange." Allen grumbled.

"You're not exactly normal yourself." the Earl retorted.

Allen's tongue moved over his teeth and then he licked his dry lips. He didn't know how to reply to that. So, he sat on the floor and crossed his arms, looking at the floor. "What happened to your hand?" Earl inquired.

"Nothing."

"Allen, your hand is bleeding. What happened?" the Earl asked.

Allen looked at his hand. It was bleeding again. It must've been because he hit Tyki so hard. "I. . . . I broke the mirror. . . By punching it." Allen answered quietly.

The Millennium Earl raised an eyebrow questionably. "Why?"

"It don't matter!" Allen bellowed, lowering his head and letting his hair cover his eyes like earlier.

"Why did you purposely break the mirror Allen?" the Earl asked gently, standing in front of Allen.

Allen's bangs hid his soft, dejected eyes. "I hate the reflection it showed. I look like a freak. I can't even hide anymore because of how much my image changed. I can't pretend to be normal. I hate it. I'm minger*. Despicable. The brolly* looks better than me."

The Earl saw his fists clench so tight, they turned white. His hands furiously trembled and you could hear him grit his teeth. "You look perfect Allen." Earl said.

Allen's fists were released and his head rose. His eyes bulged, but he just as soon narrowed them. "Don't mock me."

The Earl picked him up and set him on top of the white grand piano. Allen kept his head down, but the Earl made him look at him. "Listen Allen, you are special. You possess great powers within your arm. You look different than other humans, but it makes you better than them. It's unique. If you combine all of your traits together, it makes you a wonderful and exotic young man. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" the Earl said.

"Different isn't always good." Allen mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut then looking at him with serious eyes. "I have seen it first-hand."

"I've witnessed many things in life. I can understand your feelings." the Earl told him.

"That doesn't mean I can trust you. Acceptance can be faked." Allen retaliated.

"Allen Walker, I cannot force you to trust, but I can earn it. If you let me, I would like to earn your trust. My arms are open and if you decide you can't trust us then you are welcomed to walk back into your old life or go to the Black Order I spoke to you about. You can go to a foster home. Do whatever you like. But I promise you I can give you a better life and a second chance at living. I will show you the world and everything there is to know. You are welcomed to leave anytime." the Millennium Earl said.

Allen stared at the hand that he held out, still not convinced. But this new life he spoke about, the promises he made, he should give it a shot. It was better than going back to the streets. "What did you bring me here to talk about?" Allen asked, messing with his ribbon.

The Earl's grin widened. "We are to discuss how your life will be like from now on. You will be going to school with Road and Tyki and Lulubell will teach you about the exorcists and important subjects. Tyki and Road will be your caretakers when I'm not here and Tyki will also keep you healthy and in fit. So he'll be your exercise instructor. I also do not wish for you to be alone outside the ark. I prefer you're not alone in the Ark, but I will respect your privacy. You will have your own room, but we need to know how to decorate it and we will take you clothes shopping."

"Skol?" Allen repeated.

"School."

Allen thought about that for a minute. He was trying to recollect what school was. He was sure Mana brought it up once. Then he got it. "There is no way in bloody hell I am going to a place to mingle with retarded people and talk to them or do anything with them! Not evr, evr, evr, evr, evr, evr, evr, evr, evr!" Allen shouted.

"His accent is so thick, he can't speak correctly." Tyki noted. "Should I work on that or you, Lulubell?" Tyki asked, looking up from a book he was reading.

Allen continued to rant on and on about school and the Earl's instructions. He refused to be around Road- who was described as a crazy koot who was too cuddly and insane. He refused to be trained or instructed by the weird, emotionless cat lady or the dull and annoying man. After a while, when everybody got fed up with the yelling, the twins covered his mouth. "Don't forget us. We'll be playing tag buddy." Devit said.

Allen paled as the guns were put on each side of his head. He wasn't afraid of many things, but something about the game tag with these idiots didn't make him feel comfortable. "Yeah, tag. Hii!" Jasdero agreed.

"Leave the kid be." Skin said, eating some kind of candy.

Allen scooted back and fell on a white bench for the piano. He rubbed his sore tummy and groaned. That hurt worse than he would've expected. He hit the bench and discovered that it wasn't made of wood. It felt like stone or marble. Sitting up the best he could, he leaned on the piano. "Shizz."

He eyed the piano when sounds echoed out of it. He jumped back and stared at it with wide-eyed wonder. He reached for the ivory keys, but withdrew his hand when the Earl spoke. "Do you like the piano Allen?"

"Ye-yeah. A bit." Allen murmured, staring at the shiny keys. "Mana would always play a song for me when he got the chance."

"Do you like music?" Earl asked.

Allen nodded a small nod. You could barely tell. Road rested on the piano and pointed at the keys. "Do you play?"

"N-not really. I. . . . Was never taught." Allen answered.

"Go ahead and try." Road said gleefully.

Allen slowly leaned forward and pressed every key to learn each one's sound. Then he gently placed his fingers on ivory keys. He gulped and took a deep breath. Mana would play all sorts of songs, but he didn't know which one to choose, but before he could decide, he just began to play a song. He never heard it before, not from Mana, but he had dreams with this melody, and it seemed oddly familiar. Too familiar.

A voice sung in his head and he lightly chanted along with it as he played a beautiful melody.

Soushite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuita

Ikizuku hai no naka no honou

Hitotsu, futatsu to

Ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao

Daichi ni taruru ikusen no yume, yume

Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni

Umare ochita kagayaku omae

Ikuoku no toshitsuki ga

Ikutsu, Inori wo, tsuchi he kaeshitemo

The Earl's eyes widened as Allen played the soft melody. Road sat up on the piano and Tyki lifted his head from his book, staring at Allen. Jasdevi, Lulubell, and Skin also looked at him, utterly stunned. "That song. . . ." the Earl whispered.

Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru

Dou ka kono ko ni ai wo

Tsunaida te ni KISSU wo

Soushite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuita

Ikizuku hai no naka no honou

Hitotsu, futatsu to

Ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao

Daichi ni taruru ikusen no yume, yume

Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni

Umare ochita kagayaku omae

Ikuoku no toshitsuki ga

Ikutsu, inori wo, tsuchi he kaeshitemo

Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru

Dou ka kono ko ni ai wo

Tsunaida te ni KISSU wo

Watashiwa wa inori tsuzukeru

Dou ka kono ko ni ai wo

Tsunaida te ni KISSU wo

Allen stopped for a moment after he finished the song. He held his head as the song replayed mentally. His fingers soon found themselves repeating the song and he whispered the words. The words, though, he remembered them. Mana taught him the song. The lyrics, but where did the melody come from?

The Millennium Earl grasped Allen's wrist and made Allen stop playing. The song even stopped in his head. "Where did you learn that song Allen?"

"Mana and I wrote the words, but the melody. . . I've only heard it in my dreams before." Allen answered in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "I-I don't know."

The Earl examined Allen closely. "You're the Player. . . No. . . . " He looked at Allen's eyes. "Could you possibly. . . . Be. . . . . Back. . . Could you be one of us, Allen?"

Allen smiled as he played the lullaby for Road. He didn't sing or even whisper, just played the piano. She clutched his arm and set her head on his shoulder, almost half asleep. She was smiling along with him, muttering the words herself. Allen glanced at her with a soft gaze and recollected the memories of the day he first played this melody. "Should I play another song Road?"

"If you want. All music you play is beautiful." Road whispered, cuddling closer. "The Order will have new exorcists Allen. The ones we killed in the last week, about half of them have been replaced. The number of exorcists is much smaller nevertheless."

"Did you find your victim?" Allen asked, changing songs.

"Yes. I got a new one now. Tyki seems to be having fun though. He's killed more exorcists than I have." Road told him.

"Who has Cross?" Allen asked.

"I think it's Jasdevi. Skin has Tiedoll and Tyki will be going after Yeager. I got Klaud." Road said.

"What about the fifth General? Sokolo, I believe?" Allen inquired.

"I think Tyki has him too." Road answered.

"About how many new exorcists do you think there are?" Allen questioned.

"A handful. They'll be dead in no time though. They're inexperienced." Road said.

Allen gazed at his gloved hands and sighed. "The fact that plenty of new exorcists come in at a desperate time for them is what bothers me. The moment they lose so many, so many appear." Allen told her.

"Actually, two were being trained under Sokolo and one under Yeager. They're not too experienced. Not enough to worry about. The others were recently found. Like that Timothy boy. Soon, the exorcists will be gone. Their warriors will be deducted." Road explained.

"That I don't doubt. I just hope the Earl lets me join in soon." Allen responded.

"Have you ever killed anybody yet?" Road inquired.

Allen's fingers stopped moving as he tilted his head and laid it on hers. "Once. When I was with Tyki on one of his missions and during our training session. Two exorcists and two finders. . . . . I wouldn't have killed them if Tyki didn't help me. It was my. . . . I hesitated." Allen returned.

Allen and Tyki walked through bush after bush, passed tree after tree. His stomach growled and he held it, whining about being hungry. "You ate an hour ago!" Tyki shouted.

"That was an hour ago. This is now! I'm staaaaarrvvinnngg!" Allen said, falling on his knees.

"Get up." Tyki ordered.

"Not until I get something to nibble on." Allen protested.

"Oi, oi, you'll get something to eat in a bit. The next town is a few miles away. Let's get a move on boy. Oi, are you listening?" Tyki said angrily, shaking the boy.

"Miles?" Allen wailed. "I'll die Tyki, die, I will!"

"Fine, fine. I'll go find some fruits or something. Stay here." Tyki said.

Allen moaned as he left and he continued to lie on the ground. He picked the grass out of the ground and picked leaves off a broken branch. He picked bark off a tree nearby then stared at it, drooling. "Beef. . . . Beef. . . ." Allen mumbled, chewing on the bark.

He heard a soft crunch and lifted his head. Voices could be heard and his eye activated. Akuma, but they were disappearing and quick. He spotted two men dressed in yellow coats and with some sort of backpack. He got on his feet and climbed the tree until he was twenty feet in the air. Little sunlight filtered through the tree onto him. Most of it was on the finders below and two people dressed in silver and black wearing that rose cross. "Exorcists." he commented.

The finders hid behind a tree and watched the two exorcists destroy the level one akuma. The girl used a harpoon that shrunk and enlarged. It flew back and forth and she was always able to catch it without earning a single scratch. The male had platinum halberd. It didn't take long for all of the akuma to be destroyed by them.

Allen gripped the tree as the exorcists and finders sat on a log, made a fire and started cooking, talking over a failed mission. Then they talked about going home and seeing what this Komui guy had in store for them. Allen realized they weren't that old. The girl was maybe 20 and the male under 30. "You're bleeding Rai." the girl said.

Allen leaned forward, sniffing the air. It smelled so good. "I'll be fine Miri. Just a little wound." Rai told her, taking his coat off.

Allen stared at the cut on his arm. It was a good thing he wore a t-shirt. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to see the wound that well. One of the finders tended to it as the other gave them all their share of food. Allen couldn't take it anymore and leaned a little too far and fell. He hit the ground hard and it felt like he broke his ankle. He held it and hissed, but then a shadow covered his view. He looked up and the woman was looking at him. "Hello there. Where'd you come from? . . Hey, are you alright?" Miri asked.

Allen looked at her wide-eyed. If they saw his innocence, they would take him away. He silently stared at her as the others gathered around him. Allen crawled away from them and stood up, regretting it once the pain worsened. "We're not going to hurt you kid. Come here; let us help your cuts. You sure had a nasty fall." one of the finders said.

Allen glared at him and swatted his hand away. "Stay away from me. Leave me alone."

They all looked at each other and Allen panicked, looked around. Where was that man when you needed him? He decided he should leave, but when he tried to, Rai grabbed his left arm and the glove slipped off. Allen fell over a tree root popping out of the ground and he groaned. His left hand felt dirt instead of the warm glove fabric. "No. . . No."

Rai and Miri gazed at the hand and then at each other. The look in their eyes both confirmed one other's suspicions. "Do you have a name son?" a finder asked.

"Go away." Allen spat.

"We're not trying to hurt you. We just want to help and talk to you about that arm of yours." Miri told him, offering a hand.

Allen eyed it, but he only remembered the time the Earl reached out to him. He wouldn't go with them. He had a home. "I'm not going anywhere with you exorcists. . . I won't go to the awful Black Order. Now leave!"

"How do you know about that?" Miri asked.

Allen stood up and snatched his glove away from Rai. He glared at them and then looked at the akuma pieces lying on the ground. He could detect that one was still alive, but it had been rendered useless. It couldn't move because it had been damaged so badly. So he activated his arm and crushed it. "You're horrible at your jobs. You couldn't even destroy a simple level one." Allen noted.

They all studied his giant clawed arm and then his words processed through their heads. What was with the kid? How did he know about everything? How could he activate his innocence on his own account already? Was he already an exorcist under a General's wing? "Leave right now or I'll kill you." Allen threatened.

Allen was filled with anger and rage that he didn't realize what he was saying or doing until he heard a scream from one of the finders. He had pierced his stomach and the other finder was bleeding from the side. He then cut Rai, right through the chest, but missed all important organs or vessels, somehow. Miri glared at Allen and threw her harpoon at Allen as Rai fell to the ground, holding his chest and struggling to breathe. "What's his problem. . . . Is he a monster?" Miri said coldly.

Allen caught her harpoon and threw it back at her. It cut her and she pulled it out and fought back, but Allen came out victorious. He fought until he was covered in all of their blood and they were at his feet, motionless, but very much alive. Barely. He was about to finish them off when his claw froze just above Miri and Rai. He couldn't. He just couldn't kill them. He wanted to, but he couldn't.

Backing away, he deactivated his arm and then Miri sat up, holding her arm. She was confused, but she crawled over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Did he just do this all out of fear? Maybe the boy was mentally unstable. Allen didn't want her near him. She called him a monster and it made him angrier, but he was too shaken up to react. Instead, his vision blurred with tears and the four people looked at him. "Ty. . . Tyki . . . Tyki help. . . . .Ty-Tyki. . .Tyki, Tyki, Tyki . . . . . . TYKI!"

"Wait, hey, kid ar-" Miri was cut off when somebody twisted her wrist. She cried out in pain and withdrew her body. Allen, who was hunched over and crying, lifted his head and stared at Tyki. Tyki noticed he had a few injuries under all that blood. Not a few measly scratches. He narrowed his eyes and frowned at them, threateningly. Without a moment's hesitation Tyki phased through Miri's body and Allen winced when she coughed up blood as she screamed in a high pitch, then died. She fell face first on the ground and Rai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The finders didn't move, but Rai got up and attacked Tyki, only to have his weapon thrown to the side and an organ pulled out. He died on sight too. As for the finders, Tyki left them there and had Allen activate his arm. "Kill them."

Allen held his claw up and shook his head. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready, but Tyki forced him to swing the claw and kill the finders. His legs felt weak and Allen fell again. He covered his mouth and cried. He wanted to throw up now. He wanted the blood off of him. Tyki stood in front of him with understanding eyes. They weren't mean, but they were serious. "Why didn't you call for me the moment they came?" Tyki asked.

"I- I . . . I was scared."

Tyki forced back a sigh and picked Allen up and held him closely. He scrutinized Allen and tightened his hold\ on the unstable and scared child. The tears didn't end and blood fell down his cheek. He stared at his blood covered hands and he whimpered. He hugged himself and then locked his hand on Tyki, burying his face in his chest. He felt safe with Tyki. "I want to go home. . .I want to go home." Allen wailed.

Tyki hugged his small body and his frown deepened. "You need to adjust to this feeling Allen. If you wish to fight then you must kill or you'll be killed. If it comes down to a situation like this again, then you can't hesitate. Do you understand?" Tyki said.

"Yes. . . . But I'm not ready to kill. Not yet." Allen said hoarsely.

Allen sighed and a single tear fell. He quickly wiped it away. It wouldn't be like last time. "I'm tired Road. I'm going to take a nap. See you in a few hours."

"Okay."

*British Vocab*

(Words should be in numerical order from when it was first used to last)

Barnet - Means Hair

Orf - Off

Stonking - Great

Summat - Something

'chuff- The Fart

Minger -Ugly

Brolly -Umbrella

Some people have been asking about *Shizz* so I'll tell you what it means: Shit.

Also: Bloody-Fucking