YAY! SEASON 1 PART 2 DGM DVD'S! *Fangirl*

About the chapter title (Yes, I'm sorry this one's short, it just worked out that way.) I mean it as the definition: A longing for a past, most likely happier, time; not home-sickness. Also, who would've thought that the Italian and English are the same word? o_____o I was surprised.

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Chapter 11: Nostalgia
Nostalgia

Everyone who loves is vulnerable to the pain of grief, for love means attachment and all human attachments are subject to loss. But grief need not, should not, be a destructive emotion.

-Joyce Brothers

*Note: This chapter occurs simultaneously to the end of Chapter 10.*

Aleister returned, standing in the hall outside the room where he had just staked the Noah child to the door. He wanted to be sure it was over. The teenager hesitated, hearing to panicking voices inside. 'It should have been over by now. I failed, Leine. I missed his heart. But he will die.' Aleister thought. 'I hit his lung. It will be slow, like your suffering, and his pain will be for you.'

He started to walk away, but froze when he heard Mujaki's soft whimper, "Make it stop, please, make it stop…" Suddenly, Aleister was no longer seeing the present, but the past.

Twin boys clad in matching clothes were running and laughing. One had black hair, and the other, white. They both had the same striking blue eyes. The black haired one tripped and fell, sprawling onto the ground. "Are you okay, Aleister?" the other asked, laughter in his voice.

The same dark haired boy, older now. A sorrowful woman wrapped her arm around him as they sat side by side at the front of a nearly empty church. The white haired twin lay pale and cold in a black casket, with his hands folded on his chest and eyes closed peacefully.

"I should have died, not Leine." sniffed the living boy. "He jumped in to save me… It's my fault."

"It's not your fault." The mother tried to comfort her remaining son, tears streaming down her face.

The many times after that night, when Aleister's mother seemed… different. The times when he looked into her brown eyes, and had the eerie feeling that they belonged to his brother. And then…

And then the night she attacked him. He was seventeen at the time, years after his brother died. Aleister had barely escaped with his life, but he had learned more than enough.

His mother was dead.

His brother had killed her.

And he was next.

Akuma: a demon made from a human soul encased in the body of someone close to them, formed from tears and longing. That was his brother, inside of their mother.

The young girl with spiky blue hair and gray skin laughed wickedly, looking at the white haired exorcist. "We meet again, Allen~." She glanced at the akuma next to her. "I had a little job for this one, but he can help you entertain me now instead. He's too weak to kill you, but…"

Aleister watched with wide eyes. These two were younger than him, but at the same time seemed older, in a sense. The creature he had thought was his mother looked at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry." It said.

"Self destruct."

The Level Two akuma spun his head around. "W-what?! Road-tama, you can't mean-"

"Stop your whining. I'm waiting." Road smirked from her face on the pink umbrella-golem. "Hurry up."

"No!" the exorcist shouted, his arm transforming as he leaped at the akuma. "Not another!"

"Exorcist, please save me! Make it stop!" the akuma's voice had a ghostly and familiar ring as it pleaded. Almost before it finished, it exploded.

Aleister stared. 'This isn't happening… this just couldn't be happening! It's not real!' Deep down, he wasn't fooling himself. A deep sense of loss flooded him. He knew what had happened, enough anyway. He stood and ran, swearing to his mother and brother that he would avenge them, all the while burning the faces into his memory of the Noah girl – and the exorcist who had been too late.

Aleister relived those memories in a flash, only seconds passing. He sighed. 'I'm sorry brother, but I have to. I have to do what the exorcist didn't, and answer the plea.' A fourth stake appeared in his hand. He hesitated, his will to make Mujaki suffer conflicting with his nostalgic pity for the Noah.

"End it." A familiar voice seemed to whisper in his ear. A voice belonging to a soul that was supposed to have been destroyed a year ago.

A sad smile flickered on Aleister's lips, unsure whether the voice was his imagination or not. He plunged the stake through the door, about where Mujaki's head should be. Then, he ran down the hall, knowing he would be followed. 'I won't be weak again, Leine. And I won't miss.'

I would lump in the next chapter with this one, but I think this chapter just stands on its own. Sorry for the not-very-long-ness. At least its uploaded at the same time as a big fat one.

Hopefully, this chapter served to explain Aleister a little more...

. Too much italics.