A/N: Hey everyone! I'm starting to feel that the chars are having mood swings in-between chapters? I can't tell :/ But anywho, I bet you guys have been wondering what exactly is up with all these random occurances of Allen vomiting? Well, this chapter gives you far less than a hint but I think I'm starting to tie it up in my head. This story did start out only so far as a oneshot idea and I have you guys to thank for helping me get this far ^_^ WEll, enjoy the new chapter and please continue to support me!

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Allen's mind buzzed with activity as he and Miranda weaved their way down and between the confusing wide halls of the Un-named Headquarters. His claws clacked rhythmically on the shiny black-grey tile spurring a slight stench of anxiety from the young woman. She at least seemed to have mostly accepted that fact of him being a talking wolf; though he supposed she has seen worse since gaining her innocence.

But that aside, oh the questions he had for her! The questions he wanted to ask: 'Who was ok?' The questions he didn't: 'Who wasn't ok?' But even Allen knew better than to suddenly spill out such familiar questions with someone he wasn't supposed to know until now about others he wasn't supposed to know at all!

So he was stuck with an awkward silence and a merry-go-round of questions that he would have to wait for answers to. Padding next to Miranda in a stance that unnoticeable to the human eye held a familiar to a protective possessive mix that worked as a repellent to some extent. Even Allen didn't notice this way of walk that was all too natural for a wolf.

Allen lifted his nose; the air around them was cooling and loosing pressure with the passing minutes of hiding behind corners and dashing down long echoing halls. He had felt odd sensation of sinking when a neither quite stale nor fresh layer completed the scents around them along with the recognizable wild rat or mouse. His mouth watered with the side thought of food.

"We- We're almost there, Maze. This way is a bit longer than the usual route but not many know of it and there's no sentries posted this way either…" Miranda intertwined her fingers and began to fiddle with a snag in her nail nervously, "When we get there I'll come too-" She slowed her pace seemed ready to stop now as she spoke in a shaky voice.

Allen took the edge of her shirt in-between his teeth and tugged just enough to get her attention and hold her at a standstill. He took a breath in relief that she had gone silent instead of screaming like he would have expected from the silent her from before. "No."

He let go of her shirt, going against every instinct and law holding him down when he pressed his head into her hand. With head being above level with her waist he had to lower his head at first to do this, a submissive motion that paired with the part of him that relied on instinct and that he opposed for the time being. The air about them took a serious hold and both quickly tuned themselves to it.

"When we get there I want to you go back to your room and if asked, deny having ever seen me or spoken with me. There's a chance that I'm going to be in some deep shit after this and quite frankly I'd rather you not get involved." He pulled his head from Miranda's hand, reluctant to do so when she stroked it softly during the brief contact. For once she wasn't shaky with nervousness but rather, confused and hurt looking. He waved his tail slowly, tucking it between his legs and cursed himself mentally for making one of his friends take on that face.

Miranda balled up her hand till her knuckles were white. "I… I understand." She began to thumb through a ring of keys appearing from her skirt pocket and fitted one into a door neatly tucked into the corner that they had come to in their stop. "But I have one question before I open this door and we part ways."

She laughed softly, and smiled at him with avoidant eyes. "What if you do get caught, what then? Call me crazy for saying this to a wolf of all things, Maze, but I want to help if I can. Whoever- Whatever you really are I feel like I know you from somewhere. Like we've met before and were once best friends… And then earlier I don't think you realized it but I heard you say something that I still quite get my head around..."

Allen pinned his ears and swung his large, furred head away from everything in front of him, blocking it out. In moments like these regret was a burden. Regret was that thing that told him if he worked hard enough, if he believed more than any other… He would get what he called his old life back. Regret was his best friend and worst enemy at the same time.

But as a sick laugh bubbled from his throat, sticky and sappy with a pain that started deep in his gut, Regret became one of those things that made him wish he could die and permanently lose all those memories that he stubbornly held onto. A suicide option that wouldn't kill him just yet; yes, that's what Regret was!

"Yeah, you're crazy alright." He nosed open the stone-like disguised door, now cracked open and hesitated in between the light and the dark. His upper lip lifted to show white rows of jagged fangs.

"So crazy it makes me want to roll over dead and laugh." He didn't look back to the startled face of Miranda, taking a smooth leap into the darkness that swiftly engulfed his large white form.

Hidden and invisible now, his jaws parted way for a saliva concoction that trickled over his tongue and out his mouth in an earnest pant with his effort to leave the upper door behind. The warm liquid now either taking flight, leaving a trial in his wake down the pitch black path or painting his snow white fur what was surly a vibrant, bloody red.


Not too far away, down in the vast chamber that held her hugely proportioned body, Hevalaska hummed silently and kindly to herself. The innocence within her were... happy? Her large white lips curled upward at this pleasant sensation that had been with her for two days now. It had been a long time since they had been so content within her.

Such a long time that until now she herself had forgotten to question their sudden mood change. And only now was it that she did so because like the pain you get after laughing far too long and hard, there was hurt.

Pain.

Misery..

Doom...

Hevalaska dropped her head so that her chin rested against her dragon-like body, the humming withdrawing from her mind rather abruptly. "Talk to me little ones... What pains you so in this time of questionably relief?" Her voice was soft and hinted a maternal sooth to it.

'Back~ Back~ The heart, our heart, its heart~'

An echoing chorus of small, angelic voices ricochet within her head. She winced mentally ever so slightly, ignoring the small displeasure of her head being used as a twisting cave for their voices to sing. Heart? THAT heart? How could it be here, now, and why? And since when had the heart opened itself so freely as that its siblings could sense it so clearly?

She was confused by their incomplete explanation now as her ancient mind circled over an answer guarded 360 degrees by the innocence. "Please, tell me..." she asked without much expectancy from the dormant innocence within her. They always liked to give her hints to a bigger issue, never daring to expose her to too much.

'Sad, sad, sad~ He comes, yes~ With questions, yes~ Seeking us, you, not the them, the wicked them~'

Their voices suddenly took a quiet, ear straining turn from the painfully loud song and Hevalaska gasped with internal pain at the sobs that filled her mind and body then. What sad sobs they were... Like a child going into a sudden and irrational tantrum they sobbed so.

'He rots and bleeds and withers~ Our dear heart wants to yes~ He dies as it cannot~'

They sang mellowly to her,filling in spaces to a puzzle.

The sound of heavy panting stole Hevalaska from her state of confusion and conversation with the innocence. She took a moment to respond with motion before lifting her mighty head in the labored sounds direction.

What stole her as odd was this wolf with a pelt of snow white splattered along the neck in red, the same color making for a tiny puddle at his quivering feet. His eyes were hard, but kind and a feature others may miss for the fur now growing over it; the black left front leg.

Hevalaska frowned at the wolf, already expecting the worse to come over the next few weeks as she collected something that the innocence were too childish and cautious for no reason to tell openly.

"I see... We meet again, Allen Walker."


A/N: As always please review if you have the time! Its up to you guys if this story lives as your feed back literally feeds my motivation to ponder it further. But hey, don't take all the credit now XD It was Katsura Hoshino who came up with the original D. Gray Man in the first place so we all have her to thank for such an amazing manga that has spurred so many peoples imagination!