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Teehee, another chapter. Sassy Allen is going to be making a comeback.

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"Sprout?" Allen flinched at the sudden sound. But he'd hadn't heard Lavi approach. It was relatively noisy in the mess hall, so he guessed it was a given.

Plus, he'd been so absorbed in his task that he hadn't really noticed anyone around him. Lavi included.

He turned, snapping out of his muse as he regarded Lavi. Lavi watched him, concern evident on his face from where he sat next to Allen. Huh. He must of been more disconnected then he thought. He hadn't even felt Lavi sit next to him.

But even that realisation couldn't shake the annoyance that surfaced at that look on Lavi's face. The concern.

He knew Lavi was more than just concerned about his diverted attention. He was linking it to Allen's impending demise. He was taking at as one of the many symptoms. But it wasn't, damnit. Not everything he did was be used he was dying.

Wasn't he allowed to be a bit distracted without everyone assuming it was because he was going to die?

"What do you want, Lavi?" He asked, voice monotone. Lavi seemed to pick up that he'd somehow pissed Allen off, but he didn't comment. Only looking at Allen knowingly.

Did he have any other expressions apart from concern and knowing when it came to Allen? Did everything else just disappear the moment Lavi found out that he was gonna die?

"I was sent here to get you to meet up with Komui...but I think you need to keep eating." He said, eyes darting down his frame for a second. But a second was long enough for Lavi to see what he needed.

Allen huffed, looking down at the plates of food he had been going at for thirty minutes. He'd only finished four, but today he hadn't ordered much. He had stopped ordering so much, it was too much effort to eat his usual amount.

But that only aided him in his apparent goal of getting thinner. Gee thanks, innocence.

"No" he said, sighing. "I'm done here." He stood up, gathered his dishes and walked to Jerry before Lavi could retort. He slid over the empty and full dishes, and Jerry only looked at him. He smiled a little. Allen smiled back, and walked off.

Jerry knew that something was wrong, how couldn't he know? But he didn't press, and Allen took comfort in it. Jerry would be the one he told straight after Komui, he thought.

That man has always been a good friend. Allen hoped that he wouldn't be too sad to see Allen go.

But even he knew that was delusional.

Lavi trailed behind him on their way to Komui's office. Allen felt his eyes on his back, burning though him and trying to comprehend him.

He brushed it off. He couldn't deal with Lavi's big brain and inquisitive eyes today.

They walked through the unpopulated halls to reach the office of paper towers. He huffed as Lavi continued to watch him carefully, like he could collapse any second. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he pushed open the door, opening the door that would put him one step further down his path.

That would lead him that little bit closer to his goal.

He'd been so close. So close to getting into that party...to getting closer to his goal of bringing back the light. Before it was ripped from him.

And he was taken away. Taken to a place where darkness reigned and light was a old fable. Taken to a place where light didn't exist. Where it never would reach him.

Where he would never bring it.

Because he wasn't ever going to be able to bring back the light. He was never going to save anyone from this never ending darkness.

Not when he couldn't even save himself.


"Little Brother~" was the voice in the darkness, summoning him from the peace and quiet of the empty space.

He opened his eyes unwillingly, knowing exactly his predicament. He winced, wanting to cry out but managing to stop it in his throat. He ached everywhere. Waking up was hard enough...let alone waking up from a forced unconsciousness. His temple caned, throbbing with every beat of his frantic heart.

"Oh, don't be scared little brother. I will take good care of you." Tyki said, standing over him. Allen blinked.

He was chained to the wall. Large chains were shackled to his hands and his ankles, pooling around him before the ends were deeply cemented into the stone.

He laid amongst them, hardly finding the strength to lift himself up.

"That's what I'm afraid of." He snarled, looking up at Tyki whose evil presence seemed to loom over him.

"Well, then your fear is misplaced. You do not need to fear my care...but rather my wrath." Tyki replied, like it was a casual dinner conversation, rather than that he was talking to a boy that he had in chains at his feet.

"I would advise you not to anger me, little brother. You bear the wounds from the last time you did." He said, nudging Allen's tender and bandaged wrist with his foot.

Allen yanked the limb away, subconsciously removing it from the danger this man - not man, monster - posed.

But he did have one thing over this monster. His short temper.

Allen just hoped he could be saved before Tyki's wrath killed him. But that wouldn't be hard to do...seeing how vulnerable he was. And half dead.

"Ooh, there's a little fire left. I was wondering what had happened to you." Tyki started. Allen hissed though his teeth. "Now. Tell me what's wrong with you, little brother. I want to know why you look so weak and pitiful." Tyki said, crouching down next to him so Allen could see his face.

His golden eyes shined at Allen, the only light from the prisons barred window illuminating his eyes. He looked like a bird of prey, sharp eyes eating to find something he could swoop in and take advantage of.

Allen had to be careful not to give him that much.

...maybe his sass techniques could work on Tyki as much as they did on Kanda. But, they took a lot to keep up with. He didn't know if he he enough strength or energy left for that.

But it was his only defence left...he couldn't just give up. He had nothing left to fight with, but he sure as hell could do this. He may be weak, but he wouldn't let Tyki know he was. Couldn't let atypical think he couldn't control him. He was already a puppet for the High Generals.

He sure as hell wouldn't be for Tyki.

He'd beaten the Noah at cards before using trickery. He knew he could beat him again. He had too, for the sake of the last of his dignity.

"Oh, just the usual, Mr Mikk. The exorcist life is always quite tiring."

"Na-huh." Tyki harrumphed, shaking his head in a shocking mundane fashion. "There's something more too this, Little Brother. You look like you may be dying."

Allen schooled his expression to keep it blank. He couldn't let Tyki read him. Other exorcists had perished to him simply because they were too readable. He couldn't be another one. There couldn't be another one.

Not on his watch.

"Well you would know, wouldn't you? You stink of Death." He said, knowing how vain this Noah could be.

"I do not stink of Death, Little brother. But if I did, it would make sense that you do to...since we are family now."

Allen couldn't stop the rise of anger at the term 'family'. He had none. Tyki would never be apart of his family. He could never be anything like Mana, even if Mana may have only been using him. He couldn't deny Mana's love.

But Tyki didn't have the capacity to love. He couldn't fight against love. He couldn't love, not with his cold and bloodstained heart.

"We will never be family, Tyki." Allen hissed, glaring at Tyki fiercely with his Silver eyes, the opposite of Tyki's cold golden ones.

"But we are. We always have been. I wouldn't have tried to kill you that night in China if I had known your blood was mine. You're my little brother. Mine. You belong to me know, The Earl gave you to me. He thinks I will be efficient in killing the 14th inside of you." Tyki ranted.

Allen stayed silent, not giving Tyki the reaction he wanted.

"Give him to me" Tyki commanded when he didn't reply, grabbing Allen's chin like he had before, his touch poisoning Allen. Allen yanked himself back with his entire body weight, but Tyki held him firm. His hold was tight on his chin, bruising Allen's pale skin.

"I can't do that." Allen replied, jaw aching from the tight grip.

"Yes you can, Little Brother. You just have to let go." It seemed Tyki was using mind games against him too. But he couldn't react, couldn't think about hat letting go would entail. Because the. He'd be letting Tyki into his head. And his head was his only properly functioning part of him now. He couldn't let Tyki poison that.

He couldn't let Tyki in. Not if he was anything like the person he once was.

Not if he hadn't fallen so far.

He may be sinking into the darkness, but he still had his air. He still had enough will to live. Was still powerful enough to make it through this.

Because that was all he had left.


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