The Fourteenth's Awakening Chapter 11, a d.gray-man fanfic

The Fourteenth's Awakening

Wild: *grinning* I'm glad to hear that everyone liked my last chapter! And I'm glad to see so many have been reading it also. Everyone, say thank you!

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Wild: Anyway, I have taken a few suggestions and will hopefully make this chapter one that everyone will enjoy! Please take pleasure in reading!

"Think you can fix him up, do?" that masculine voice came again. Eyelids flickered, trying to open to see the one that he sensed. He could feel them hovering over him, surrounding him. His hand twitched and he clenched his fist.

"Of course I can! There have never been any sort of wound that I could not treat!" an elderly voice said. His head turned towards the voice and he opened his mouth to speak, to ask what was happening. "My, my, it looks like the man is awake! Hold still, kind sir. This will only hurt for a moment!"

He hissed in agony when hot liquid was poured onto his wounds. He thrashed and went still, shaking with the pain that shot through his side. His ground his teeth together as his eyes snapped wide open. His hand shot out and grabbed onto the old man's hand, dragging him close to stare into the elder's eyes.

The old man looked not at all surprised.

"Young sir, it is good to see you've awakened," he said, giving a carefree smile.

He looked at the old man, opening his mouth to speak then looked around frantically. His eyes landed on another bulge in the bed next to his. He stared at the peaceful, smooth face that lay asleep. He reached out a hand in disbelief.

"You know, you're lucky Edgar and Lucille found you, sir. You're injuries are quite grave. You were practically dead!" the elderly doctor said, but He only saw the man lying next to him. He thought he had died. How? How had they both survived?

"Tell me, young sir. What might be your name?" the elder said, and when He didn't respond back, he quickly added, "That is, if you cannot remember, that is alright also. Memory loss is typical when having suffered such wounds like yours."

He touched the baby smooth skin, running his fingers over the closed eyelids. Then he looked at the man and opened his mouth, speaking for the first time.

"Kanda…my name is Kanda…and I am an Exorcist of the Black Order."

Wisely's eyes snapped open in surprise. His Demon Eye glowed, blinking from the premonition. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out shakily. He sat up slowly in his bed, the silk sheets running like water off his skin in waves.

He gently touched his head, feeling a massive headache crashing down on him. He grit his teeth against the pain going through his brain, wracking over it like claws scratching on the chalkboard. He stumbled out of bed and hit the floor. He groaned and walked out into the hallway, his feet stone cold and his legs wobbly as he walked.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but when he finally fell again, it was somewhere warm and he collapsed back into a deep sleep.

What is this? Where…am I? Allen thought, his hand twitching slightly. It's so…warm… He thought, making soft sound in his throat like that of a purr. He curled deeper into the warmth, seeking the comfort. Horrible images flashed before his eyes. Kanda lying on the ground with his own katana through his chest and Johnny-poor Johnny- lying on the floor, his body mangled and torn, blood leaking from his wounds and mouth.

He shook with fright, shivers zapping up and down his spine. He curled up again into the warmth, snuggling closer. He felt the heat move and he shifted to follow. His eyebrows creased together in sudden confusion. Wait. Movement? Why is heat moving?

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to focus his vision. His silver eyes tried to adjust, but it was very dark and he found himself immobilized. His eyes widened and he struggled, but something hard looked around his waist.

Allen gasped when a dark chuckle whispered in his ear.

"Good morning, shounen," a husky voice said and Allen looked up with shock filled eyes to see a grinning Tyki Mikk staring down at him. Allen was speechless, his mouth open wide to speak, but nothing came. Tyki chuckled and brought Allen's form closer. "No words, shounen? Too speechless to utter even a word?"

Tyki began lowering his face closer to Allen's, coming dangerously close to his mouth. Allen's eyes widened bigger, his pupils dilating as he quickly began struggling, trying to get away.

"Let me go, Noah," he hissed then flinched when he felt Tyki bite down on his earlobe. "Tch! I said, let go!"

But the Noah of Pleasure only chuckled.

"No."

Allen was about to make a snide remark when the doors to Tyki's room flew open and a fully dressed, ecstatic Road bounced into the room. Her face searched the mass of blankets on Tyki's bed before her eyes found Allen, brightening.

"Allen!" she cheered, launching herself at Allen, wrapping his arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. Tyki's eye twitched and he sat up, dragging Allen onto his lap, holding him out of Road's reach, to which she pouted and made another grab for Allen. Again, he was moved out of her way. "Tyki! Let me have him!"

"No," Tyki said with a plain face, but he held a squirming Allen firmly in his arms, not releasing him. He had forgotten that he'd crawled into his own bed to sleep more comfortably. But waking up with a certain white haired teen had not been a major shock to his system. Especially with the boy's cute reactions.

Allen looked ready to bolt, not matter who he had to destroy. Tyki arched one lean eyebrow as Allen slammed his elbow into his stomach, lurching away and out of his grip. Allen stumbled a few steps, but turned on them, the cross on his hand glowing.

"Innocence, activa-Gah!" Allen said then screamed, the Innocence on his hand darkening to a sickly black. Allen clutched his hand, staring down at his Innocence with confusion and hurt. He tenderly touched the Innocence but hissed when his touch was repelled. "What the-gah!"

Tyki sat in his bed, equally shocked and confused.

His Innocence is beginning to reject him. His body is practically destroying itself from the inside out, he thought. Tyki watched as the boy kept trying to soothe his own pain by deactivating his Innocence. Tyki slowly stood up with a calm Road at his side.

"Well, isn't this a wonderful way to start the morning!" The Millennium Earl's voice echoed in the room. Allen's gaze darted to the doorway where a smiling Earl was standing, Lero in his hand. The Earl was gazing at him with slit golden eyes like that of a demon.

He is a demon, Allen thought with rage as his eyes narrowed. He clenched his hand that burned. He glanced down fearfully at his hand, seeing the usually green cross beginning to turn an unnatural blackish purple. Damn it. I can't fight like this. My hand will combust if I try to activate it.

"Don't bother thinking about activating your Innocence, Allen Walker. I've already injected a healthy dose of Black Matter into your body. By now, its begun eroding your Innocence," The Earl laughed, and Allen flinched at the words. Dark Matter…was in his body? He stared down at his hand, watching it begin to shake. He grit his teeth and stood, despite the pain in his body.

"And what…do you plan to do with me, Earl?" Allen asked, lifting his gaze to glare with hatred at the beast, the seed of evil that brought nothing but suffering. The man grinned wider, if that was even possible, and stared Allen down behind his glasses.

"Oh ho, so you've still got that fighting spirit in you, do ya?" the Earl laughed, his belly shaking. "You're home, Allen Walker! You're where you belong. Where you've always supposed to have been."

Road skipped over to stand in front of the Earl, smiling brightly.

"Allen, you're home…you're with us now," she said, opening her arms like she expected a hug. Allen just stared at her with wide eyes before they narrowed and he clenched his fist.

"You think I'd give up and just let you keep me here. You really are fools," he bit out in a growl. The Innocence inside him began to overpower the Dark Matter inside him. The Earl's eyes narrowed when he saw the cross on Allen's hand begin to conflict between green and dark purple.

"You? Going down without a fight? Now what type of excitement would that bring, Allen Walker? I've thought nothing of the sort…however; you really think you could take me and two Noah on in your condition?" Earl asked, tightening his hold on Lero, knowing that there was a chance the young Walker would fight to his own demise.

Instead, Allen only stared at him then averted his eyes. He looked like a helpless lamb among the hungry pack of wolves. He looked like he was ready to give up when Tyki latched onto one side of the boy, Road on the other.

"Yay! We will have to throw a welcoming party! And you get to help me with my homework, Allen!" Road cheered, kissing Allen on the cheek. He stared at her in bewilderment at her then at Tyki, who grinned and tightened his hold on the boy.

"And you owe me a little rematch to a fair game of strip poker," Tyki said, propping his chin on the boy's shoulder, smirking. Allen stared at the two of them and finally let out a sigh of defeat. He knew he stood no chance. The Earl was right in this case. In his condition, Allen was helpless as a baby bird trying to fly.

The Earl grinned at the sudden meekness of the boy. He was being dragged everywhere to be treated to all of Tyki and Road's desires. They teased him, battered him, damaged him, and each time, he only remained silent and gave a blank face.

The only time when he showed any of his true colors, from what the Earl had seen, was when he was in pain. He had watched when Tyki tackled him to the ground and when Allen's face had scrunched up with the agony.

He sat quietly now at a table set up outside in the courtyard, watching Road try and make Allen dance with a succession rate of 0. He sipped hot tea with at least a million sugar cubes dissolved into it. He grinned as he watched Allen finally begin to move. He danced with grace and ease like it came naturally to him. He stopped to stare at the peaceful expression on Allen's face, and he smirked when he saw a ghost of a smile on his face.

The smirk soon faded as he sensed the power drifting off the boy. He knew that Allen's powers were constantly bringing him pain, constantly waging war inside his own body, putting a strain on his system.

And even as Allen acted the part of a meek boy, the Earl was not fooled. Allen was simply biding his time, waiting to have control over his Innocence once again. And only then would he strike the deadly blow to shatter the Noah Family.

He took another sip of his tea as he watched Allen and Tyki begin a game of tug of war with Allen being the rope, trying to decide who he'd go with. The Earl had begun to notice the changes in the other Noah's, but he had withheld him from many of the newest members. And one still remained to be found.

Earl adjusted his hat at the thought of Skin Bolic, or as the others called him, Sweet Tooth, the wielder of Wrath. The Earl made a mental note to himself to start the search for the final Noah to complete their happy family.

His eyes darted immediately when he heard a soft, hushed laugh. He looked towards where Allen stood, watching Tyki and Road arguing and going up against each other about who would play with Allen. Allen's face was serene and the corners of his mouth had turned upwards into a sad smile. The Earl found himself smiling nonetheless at the sight.

"Lord Millennium," a female voice said and the Earl looked over at the blank face of Lulu Bell. The woman stood straight and tall, bowing in greeting to the Earl.

"Yes? Is something wrong?" he asked immediately.

"The interrogation of the Bookman still needs to be taken care of," she said solemnly, staring at his face with a blank expression. Her golden eyes were blank like a doll's. The Earl grinned and sipped his tea.

"For that, we need Wisely there to help tell truth from lies," he said, grimacing and adding in more sugar cubs, sipping again and gulping it down.

"Shall I go wake him up then, Lord Millennium?" Lulu Bell asked, meeting his gaze. Knowledge showed in those amber depths. The Earl grinned even wider.

"No, no. The boy needs his beauty sleep. Give him some time. He'll come around," he responded, resuming his watching of his favorite comedy show, Play With Allen.

"Yes, Lord Millennium," Lulu Bell said, walking off. But the Earl didn't notice the suspicious glance tossed over her shoulder as she strode out of the courtyard. She had a strange feeling that the Earl was hiding something from them…something very important.

"It's not fair, Tyki! You get to play with Allen all day, and you even get to sleep with him! It's highly unfair!" Road said in anger, stomping her foot. Her skirt fluttered in the wind as her cheeks puffed up to show her irritation.

Tyki took a long drawl from his cigarette and blew out the steam before saying, "Please. You could never do what I do with him, Road. He'd be dressed up like a doll and bruised up if we left him to sleep with you. Not to mention probably sexually harassed."

Road's face went a deep red then she pointed an accusing finger at him.

"And you'd do any different, perverted Tyki! Oh the horror! I can only imagine what you do to my Allen-kun in that room!" Road said, collapsing on Allen's shoulders and hugging him close like a teddy bear, stroking his hair.

Allen coughed and patted Road's arm, his face becoming blue and many shades of purple.

"Road, you're choking him," Tyki said casually.

"Hmm? Oh!" Road squeaked, releasing Allen to stagger away, hunched over and coughing, drawing in as much air as possible. Allen's eyes were bulging as he looked at Tyki and Road once again going at it.

At this rate, I won't even be alive for my body to regain control over my Innocence. I'll be dead between the two of them! He began to sweat at the thought of it and loosened his red bow, taking it off. He breathed easier once it was off, but stared down at the bandages covering his chest. He touched them gently then looked up at the sky. Johnny…Kanda…if you can hear me somehow…please, please know that I never meant for any of this to happen…I wish we could have continued being friends like we were. Kanda and I always getting mad at each other, him calling me Beansprout, Johnny helping me live through Komui's science catastrophes.

Allen couldn't help but smile at the memories running like a movie through his head. Such wonderful memories were stored inside his brain. He only wished he could have made more.

"Allen, come on! I want to show you something!" Road cheered, launching herself at Allen, scrambling up to hand off his back. He looked over his shoulder at her, blinking in confusion.

"A-Alright," he stuttered and let her drag him through the hallways, Tyki on their heels. Allen began memorizing the layout of the corridors for when he began his escape plan…whenever he actually made one, that is.

"That's the dining room. We'll be having a dinner with everyone present tonight in honor of you joining us," Road said, humming to herself. Allen's eyes narrowed and he jerked his hand quickly from Road's tiny one.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at Allen, whose eyes had narrowed considerably. His eyes held a dangerous glint to it. His lamb like appearance had clearly changed to that of a defensive, rabid wolf.

"Do not get the wrong meaning. I have not 'joined' you. You Noah are my enemy, no matter whose soul shares this body of mine," Allen ground out through clenched teeth. His left hand clenched tightly. "I will always be an Exorcist- nothing more and nothing less."

Road and Tyki both stared at him, similar thoughts running through their minds until Road giggled, covering her mouth to stifle them the best she possibly could.

"Oh Allen. You are just too funny…come on, let's go!" she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him onwards. Tyki was a little slower to walk now, keeping an eye of Allen's face. He had seen the look in his eyes and the stiffening of his body. Walker was clearly hovering on an edge, close to falling. All it would take would be a little push…and if Tyki knew where Road was going, Allen would receive a very, very big push.

"Here we are!" Road cheered, throwing open a large pair of doors, revealing a brilliant Victorian style bedroom, or perhaps house would have been a better word for it. Allen saw that this was only one of many rooms.

He took a step inside, marveling at the enormous space. The room they were in only seemed to be a living area. A large, plushy red couch sat by an enormous stain glass window, giving a good view to the outside, peering into the courtyard. Chairs were seated in a circle to surround the couch to make a perfect sitting arrangement.

A small hallway led to many other rooms. It included two small bedrooms, a guest bathroom equipped with a petite shower and bathtub. It all looked to be pretty simple. Then he saw the master bedroom. His jaw hit the floor.

A king size bed took up most of the room, but it didn't take away the beauty of it. The walls were painted an extravagant mixture of black and white with intricate, lovely curled flor de lis. They adorned the tops of the walls and a crystal chandelier hung from the arched black ceiling. Burnished black furniture were scattered throughout the room. An obsidian dresser sat on the far wall, and a small ebony chest sitting in front of a pure white couch. Allen looked around the room, running his hand along the furniture, feeling it tingle against his senses.

He stopped and looked into the bathroom. An enormous shower and bathtub each took up one wall, and a sky light shone down into the middle, brightening the bathroom.

He took a step back from the bathroom, walking over to the white couch and sitting down hesitantly, sinking onto the soft cushions. He ran his hand gently over them, feeling them.

"It was once the Fourteenth's room," Road chirped, and Allen went still, his senses numbing. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat at the idea of using the same room as the monster who had murdered his friends for the sake of revenge.

"Road," Tyki warned, but he saw the damage had already been done. His eyes widened when he heard a sound similar to lightning crackling out of control. His gaze shot to Allen's left arm, seeing the cross on his arm glowing its bright green. Power drifted along the arm, and Tyki took a step back, preparing for a battle.

But just as quick as Allen had stood to fight and let out his rage, the Dark Matter took hold. The cross turned purple and Allen stiffened, coughing up blood. his body began twitching, moving on its own. The Innocence was beginning to weaken, going into a panic mode. It was affecting Allen immensely.

Tyki's eyes bulged and he looked at Road.

"Go get the Earl! Now!" he ordered and didn't wait for her smart remarks. He quickly locked his arms around Allen, restraining his wild movements. "Hey, hey, easy now shounen. No need to-tch-hurt anybody!"

He felt the sharp pain in his ribs from the boy's actions and tossed him onto the bed, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips to stop his antics.

"Shit," he growled, seeing Allen's eyes beginning to roll to the back of his head. The Innocence was running out of control, trying to destroy the Dark Matter inside Allen's body but also trying to destroy the Noah inside him also.

At this rate, he will die. I can't let that happen, Tyki thought, staring at the hand, watching it glow. Come on shounen. Don't go dying yet.

"I'm not going to let you die, damn it!" Tyki hissed, grabbing a firm hold of the exorcist's shirt and ripping it down the middle, sending the bronze buttons flying to unknown corners of the bedroom. He placed his hand on Allen's stomach and his hand began sinking into his body. "You're gonna live. Even if I had to cut your Innocence off myself!"

You would do that, a dark voice laughed from Allen's mouth, yet not his own. Tyki stilled and withdrew his hand, staring down with shocked eyes. Allen's eyes had changed to a darker color, and a rabid grin crossed his face. You would cut off our Innocence just to save my dearest nephew?

Tyki shuddered, drawn in by that voice. He knew that voice.

"The Fourteenth," he croaked, not even really hearing as the Millennium Earl and Road rushed into the room, stilling in the doorway.

Haha, yes. And you are the Tyki Mikk I've heard so much about from Allen's memories, the voice cooed and Allen's face came closer. You are quite power, Tyki Mikk, and being the Noah of Pleasure? Why, that's even better, correct?

A laugh came from Allen's body and sent fearful shudders down Tyki's spine. He suddenly found a hand grasping the front of Tyki's shirt and dragging him down to stare into the shounen's face.

You know, I like you a lot more than the other Noah, Tyki Mikk. I see that my dear nephew knows how to pick, the seductive voice whispered into Tyki's ear. His eyes looked to the boy's in confusion. What did the Fourteenth mean? So I'll let you off with a simple warning: Do not touch my nephew's Innocence. Taking it from him would ruin your entire plan to destroy the Black Order…so leave him be. Gain his trust- all the boy wants is to feel freedom and the love he once had…bye bye, Tyki Mikk.

And just as quick as the Fourteenth had come, he disappeared and Allen's head fell back, unconscious and limp. Tyki stared in disbelief, staring at the young boy's pale face. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and Tyki found his gaze going to Allen's left hand.

The cross's glow had faded, but the Fourteenth's words still echoed in his ears.

"So, he surfaced again…these attacks are starting to happen more frequently," the Millennium Earl said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He adjusted his top hat and sighed, looking around the room. It had been some time since he'd stepped foot through the large black doors to the Fourteenth's room. "We will have to confine him to this room for right now until his powers become stable. He is a danger if he cannot control it."

Road stared sympathetically at Allen's sleeping face then at Tyki's unmoving form. He stared down at Allen until she spoke up.

"Tyki, how long are you going to stay in that position?" She saw him stiffen, face blanking. "You must have been planning to do something really perverted to him. Look at him. His shirt is completely ruined too…what were you going to do?"

He growled and looked over his shoulder, looking past her.

"I'll take care of him…" he said simply, gazing at the Earl with determination. Tyki had a gut feeling now, and he intended to follow it. Something was different about this boy; far different than he had ever thought before. And now? Now he intended to see his curiosity through until he understood what this strange feeling inside his chest was.

The Millennium Earl stared at Tyki, seeing the fortitude in his eyes and he sighed, turning his back on the scene.

"Do as you wish. He is under your care. Anything happens to him, it will be your duty to fix it. No help at all," the Earl said, exiting the room with Road on his heels. He didn't bother waiting to hear Tyki's reply before he closed the door.

"Do you need any company today, Lord Millennium?" Road asked, and he smiled brightly at her.

"No, I think I will have all the company I need. I'm going to retire for now. I am quite tired and wish to return to my bed," the Earl said, tipping his hat in a gentlemanly way to Road then walked off into his room.

It was quite simple bedroom, much different from the one he had slept in before after he'd met the Fourteenth. These were his private quarters, his own sanctuary. It had a large queen size bed inside with a crimson colored comforter, a cherry wood dresser and desk, and a burgundy couch by the window.

The Earl sighed as he placed his hat on one of his many shelves, letting his outer shell fade away to his human form. He ruffled his hair and loosened the top buttons of his white shirt and crawled into the bed, careful not to disturb anything by moving too much.

He sighed in content and purred when he felt the sheets were already warm from his last visitor. He curled up in the heat and inhaled the scent before drifting into a peaceful sleep with dreams filled of his deepest and most wanted desire- the one person he wanted to dominate and make yield to his every whim.

Hevlaska shifted restlessly in the darkness, sensing the Innocence shards had finally stopped. They hovered in one main area, and she tried locating the presences there. What was happened? She understood why Kanda's was reacting, but what about the other one?

She shook her head, resting her body into a coiled mound, tired and weary. She had been working much harder than usual and her body was being effected tremendously. Her last thoughts before she went into a light slumber was about how her dearest friend Johnny had endured his search for one Allen Walker.

Please…please dear God, let him be safe…please…

Baby blue eyes barely fluttered open. There was nothing but darkness.

Where was he?

What had happened?

Was he dead?

He tried turning his head, but the pain was too excruciating. His head flopped to the side, and he saw dark blue hair. His lips pulled together slowly into a smile and tears trickled down his cheeks.

So, this is heaven…I guess it isn't as bad as I thought…

Wild: Tada! There is chapter 11!

Allen: Good job, kitty-san! You wrote the longest chapter yet! Over 4,000 words! New record!

Wild: *claps with excitement* Yay! And I tried adding in some fluff, but I am not sure if it was a success. So please tell me!

Allen: *smiles* Please review and tell us what you think. Wild-chan worked hard and we want to see what you think. Especially kitty-san and her "fluff" ; whatever that is.

Wild: *smirks* You don't want to know.