I'm truly sorry.
I might drop this fic. I honestly don't know what will happen. My mind is blank about this story. I can't think of any ideas.
I'm sorry D:
...I feel so bad for dropping my first continuous fic. But, this is what I started a while ago and I couldn't think of what would happen next. It's just some of my ideas, read them if you'd like. I have my comments in them to tell you what I was planning on writing.
"How should I know what's wrong with that idiot apprentice?" said Cross without moving.
Transferring over to Allen~!
"What's with this…???" Allen said with confusion and hurt still bitterly clinging onto his voice. "Why's it hurt?" A silver tear dripped from the boy's cheek.
He slid down from the piano, butt hitting the ground hard…but heart hitting down hardest. Allen leaned his head back to rest on the front board in front of the keys. The white haired boy looked up to the ceiling to see nothing but white, the point where he currently was.
His mind, his heart, his everything.
Pressing his head onto the middle of the board, another crying tear of betrayal blinked its way out of the corner of the boy's left eye. He drew his knees in halfway and folded his arms into his body, hands next to each other under his chin. "Why's it hurt…this much?"
Lenalee sat there with her own tears of self-hatred dripping down her cheeks. She heard his voice, but she couldn't see the angel speaking for the stupid girl had drenched his great wings with tragedy.
Such a vile person. Even her own mind went against her.
"You want to see the angel? The angel you supposedly love? The one you'd give your all for?" spat her inner mind," Sorry. But there are no angels in Hell."
The girl held her head in her arms, swaying back and forth as the rest of her body laid on the white floor helplessly. Was Insanity going to overtake Lenalee soon? Possibly, hopefully. Her ears were dragged all over between hearing the sorrow in the angelic voice and the sneers of her rebelling mind.
"Really such a despicable girl. No one in this world has a heart dark enough to bring despair to his mind and tears to the angel's eyes. There's tragedy radiating from an angel. Such a sad occasion…oh, and isn't tragedy the main source of akuma?"
It was a steady fall of the salty tears flowing down onto the white ground coming from the two. However, in the blank emptiness of wherever Lenalee was, tears were raining down upon her from above. Out of no where, salty droplets of water fell on her.
A tear trickled down the side of Allen's face and onto the floor. Lenalee flinched a bit as she felt the cold bead of water slid past her cheek.
"Allen…" she breathed into the air that had just drastically dropped in temperature. Her breath curled into the never ending blankness.
Hearing his name being called by that familiar voice, a tear slid down the middle of his cheek as he looked up to see who it was.
"Hah . . . like someone could be in here. No one can get into here...my ark, my room, the one place that truly belongs to me," said the cursed boy scornfully, "...It still hurts."
"What do I do...? Everyone says that I'm strong, but I can't even get past this." Allen murmured as he touched his arm.
This is where I'm stuck and I can't get past it. You know how long I haven't updated. Well, an idea that came to my head was:
Allen goes out of the room and the 14th gives him wings because he wishes that he could get past/above everything that happened. He just wants to leave it all behind and fly into oblivion. His head hurts, his heart hurts, there's not one part of Allen that's not pulsating with that simmering burn of heart break. Allen flies to the top of the place where him and Tyki fought and stands on that little peak thing. –Insert one of my long descriptive paragraphs, this one of Allen as a sorrowful angel-
Something happens where people see Allen because there are people inside the Ark looking through the rooms for Allen. Then something happens and Lenalee somehow sees Allen in the blank room she's trapped in. They meet, Allen's reluctant at first but he's nice and forgives her. But mentally, he doesn't forgive Lenalee. He says a whole bunch of stuff with that adorable smile of his~ Then I guess a kiss of apology. Lenalee says one line that will completely change Allen's heart. And yay! They get back together again.
Lol. Under this is an uber cheesy line that popped into my head xD
"Lenalee…you smell like salt." Allen said in a questioning voice.
Smiling a bit, she snuggled into his arms further, "Yeah…I just swam in your sea of sorrow."
Ah, this is the end of a dramatic tale. Love has no boundaries. It does not matter who you are, what you are, why you are what you are. Love accepts welcomes all into its world with open arms, but you have to search for your own path from there on...find the one who will welcome you with open arms and bond their path with yours.
So, who is to say that an "akuma" can not be with an "angel" . . . ?
That is,
n o - o n e .
ANOTHER IDEA THAT I HAD/having (!!!!! suddenly having ideas rush to my head!!):
I was going to make several chapters where with different characters POV. I was going to use Lavi in the end, and he has been promoted to a General. Everything that happened was just a dream. Lavi would wake up and he would walk outside and look from above down into the rows of coffins. Standing there would either be everyone from the first chapter or no one because everyone, Allen, Lenalee, and Kanda are all resting inside of coffins. Everything that has happened was just a dream of memories. Lol. I'm making no sense. Hopefully, you understand. But yeah, in actuality, everyone has died. The War is over. Lavi and Bookman move on and leave the Order. OR! Lavi was writing this in his records/journal. The happenings inside of the Order.
And as Bookman and Lavi leave, Allen, Lenalee, and Kanda have all been cremated. Inside of Lenalee's jar would be her and a little folded up piece of paper that has I Love You on it from Allen that was found in Allen's desk. And like wise in Allen's jar except in Lenalee's handwriting. Then, Lavi takes three jars and heads to the top of the Order Tower. "At the Order...is your last order, you both will stay together here, forever." Taking up a jar in each hand, Lavi gazed at the engraved names with nostalgic memories running through his human heart. "Allen...Lenalee," murmured the newly promoted general
"Nunquam mos vos exsisto singulus."
Along with the setting rose in the sky of trickling Time, the two lovers' times have been set permanent, never to be moved on without the other. The two physical remains instilled together within one, souls already chained with each other destined for the clouds in Heaven.
"Goodbye."
From that day on, the jar was left there to rest on the peak of the Order, their only family and home. Written on the jar was, "For eternity, will Allen Walker and Lenalee Lee, apostles of God, gaze at and from the clouds of Heaven through here, the Black Order."
Love.
Because of this Lavi POV thing, I'm in the grey area of my decision of dropping this story now.
D:
Lacking motivation for this pairing. I know that I'm going to finish 5 Senses, I'm almost done with Taste. But I don't think I'll be writing much for this pairing anymore. Sorry.. I feel so bad... ;-;
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Gah! I completely forgot about the supposedly "dead" Kanda!!
Frankly, I have no idea why I made Kanda "dead." It was my dream. I probably could've used the dream better, I kind of wasted it on this. But just to let all of you know, Kanda is dead, but he can travel to and from Earth because he is an apostle of God. Iunno.
All of this suddenly came to my head. It sounds kinda of interesting so I might write just this part of Lavi's POV. Think I should?