Hope y'all packed and ready for a feel trip. I don't think it's too sad, but that might just be my good mood I'm in.

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Kanda yelled in rage, kicking his wall and crying out at the surge of pain in his ankle. But he didn't care.

It would heal like it always did.

The High General's refused to do anything. Refused to pay attention to their pleas. Komui had called him with the news, saying that Allen had been taken just as he left. Just as he boarded his train.

Kanda had jumped from that train and ran back to the headquarters, only to find nothing there. No sign, no nothing.

And then he heard Allen had been kidnapped using his body. Using the trust Allen had in him and twisting.

And that's when he got angry.

He couldn't stand it. He stood up from the wall he leant against. He glanced over at his lotus. 3 petals. That was enough.

He grabbed his katana from where he threw it, snatching it up and tearing out into the hallways. He was just short of running as he walked towards his goal of the boats.

And he was almost there, when a body got in his path.

"Let me come with you, Kanda" Lavi said, voice low so the others in the hall wouldn't hear them. It was treason to go against he orders of the High General's. And Kanda was committing it by leaving after being order to stay and get on the train in the morning to complete his duty.

Screw duty.

"I can't." He said. And not only because he didn't want Lavi there. This was his path. His own path.

His to walk. His alone.

And Lavi seemed to understand, but with the damned knowing look that was always present. "Tell him that I'm sorry."

Kanda nodded, and then brushed past him. That knowing look following his back.

It was time to walk. Walk his path like Allen always said he would.

Allen had always said that he would keep walking. And Kanda had either scoffed or ignored him. Because sure, off you go then. Walk your stupid path.

He never knew how hard it really was until now. How hard it was to keep walking when you knew your path only led into darkness, when it was flanked with death and dying...When it would only deliver you pain, like thorns beneath your feet digging into you with every step.

Because it was hard. So damned hard. Harder than anything humanity should face. Because nobody should have to walk this path. Should have to walk towards what may only be the remains of somebody they knew.

Because Kanda was not foolish enough to believe that Allen would (or will? He's attempting optimism here) ever leave this place. That he would come out of this alive.

But he kept moving. Kept walking on. Through the maze of damp and dark hallways. Because he had to find Allen.

...or what was left of him.

Nobody was there.

Nobody was there. The entire fricken Noah mansion was empty. Empty like they had been expecting him.

Damn it.

Because that could mean only two things. That they were waiting for him with Allen...Or Allen was dead, and they wanted him to find the body.

Kanda cursed as he tore through the dark and deathly hallways, knowing in his blood that Allen was still in here somewhere. Still laying somewhere.

Alone. Dead or dying.

But he couldn't accept that. Not when they'd only just begun to get close. Just when he'd found somebody like him.

Not Allen. Not now.

Not here.

But, when Kanda walked into the cell...death was tangible in the air. He could taste it on his tongue. Bitter and cold, poisoning the air and sickening him to his core.

A chill ran down his spine, a purely natural warning that this was not a place for the living. His body saying that only death dwelled here. Screaming at him to get out.

But Kanda refused to believe it.

He opened his eyes carefully, scanning the room with guarded eyes. Because he had to, but as sure as hell didn't want to.

But he did.

And he felt his heart drop out of his chest, smashing to the floor in millions of pieces, his sanity along with it.

Because there was a tiny bundle in the corner of the room, barely clothed and so fragile. And he was so still, so quiet...His body didn't move. His chest didn't rise or fall.

...He was dead.

He knew it. He knew it, damn it. He knew that this was the most probable possibility seeing as the Noah had abandoned this place. What information would they need from a corpse?

Because he was looking at a corpse. At a tiny little corpse, curled up in the position he died in. It was a corpse. Allen's corpse.

He tasted blood in his mouth, only just realising he'd bitten his tongue. He hissed in pain, looking away from the corpse.

And he felt everything at once.

"Damnit!" He screamed, turning and slamming a fist into the concrete wall. Tears flooded his eyes suddenly, and he blinked them free. He leant against the wall on his arms, his fist throbbing.

But he didn't give a shit. Didn't give a shit about anything anymore.

Shouldn't have from the start.

He should have just blocked his ears to the screams that night. Should have rolled over in bed, pillow wrapped around his ears. Should have ignored the way Allen ate away at his food like he hated every moment. Should have ignored the feeling that came from him, the feeling of companionship that came from the same thing. Came from death.

Because it was always going to lead to this. Always.

Allen was always going to die. Alone. In this basement, sucked into the darkness in which he'd perished. Kanda could only hope that it had been quick.

...but Kanda hated liars. And he hated himself too.

Because Tyki would have drawn it out. Gave him superficial wounds that hurt like hell. Abused his fragile frame. Broken his bones...He probably raped him too, the bastard.

But Kanda couldn't think about that. He couldn't build the picture of all the ways Tyki hurt him, broke him...killed him.

Because the image in front of him was enough to break his heart.

His heart that he'd been so sure to guard against everyone. And he tried not to let Allen in. Tried not to let him make his way into Kanda's heart. But he did like a snake, circling and squeezing it until Kanda's heart almost burst...then biting into it, and poisoning it.

Like the final nail in the coffin, sealing his fate.

Because it was poisoning him. With affection. With emotions and feelings that he should never have. That he'd tied to make sure he'd never have. But Allen got in. He'd gotten in. Filled Kanda's heart with light and friendship. And now Kanda would live with his absence for the rest of his life. Live with that absence in his heart.

...And he could only feel so terribly empty.

Because he knew this would happen. He knew it. Allen knew it. The High Generals knew it.

Everyone knew it. But still, in some part of himself...he'd hoped Allen could be saved. Some part of himself that had been convinced that something so good and so pure could not die. Could never die.

He never knew it had existed until now. And boy did it make its presence known.

Ripping him apart while leaving him empty. He was hollow. All the love and affection that had filled him was now gone. Ripped from him.

And he was so empty.

Just like the hollow shell of the boy in front of him. Because this was all remained of that painfully bright and annoying boy. Just a broken doll, strings all snapped and body discarded.

Because he'd been left here to die. This was were his life left him. Where the light and good was ripped from him.

And now it was ripped away from Kanda too. And he'd hadn't that much light left in the first place. It had all really come from Allen.

So it made sense it would die with him too.

He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of a scratch emitting from across the room, bouncing off the walls around him.

Kanda looked up, searching, but pointedly keeping his gaze from the body.

Then it sounded again, echoing creepily. Kanda wanted to lash out at the stupid sound, stupid sound in this horrible place. This horrible place with the body of his only friend.

But then it sounded again, like metal on concrete. And Kanda pin-pointed the sound to be coming from the place he was avoiding.

It was coming from the wall behind Allen's corpse.

Kanda didn't want to approach the body, but he knew it would have to sometime. And he just wanted the sound to go away and let him grieve in silence.

But he did.

He didn't look at the remains, but he walked closer, eyes on the dingy wall behind Allen's body. There was about a metre between the wall and the cold corpse, so he carefully walked around it and pressed himself as close to the wall as possible, just so he could avoid the way the proximity to the body left him so cold...so sick.

Because he could feel the death on the body. Feel it in the way he'd feel it under Tyki's skin when he killed him. Because he would kill Tyki. He would. Tyki was not going to come out of this unscathed.

Not after everything he'd done to Allen.

He placed his hands on the cold wall with new found resolve, but the new emotion didn't lay waste to his grief. But he didn't expect it to. It was going to take a whole lot more than that, for him to start to heal. Because he wasn't even sure if he could.

But he could do this. He could find a way, for his sake.

For Allen's sake.

Because if there was one thing he knew about Allen (apart from being that's stupidly likeable idiot)...it was that he'd want Kanda to keep going. Keep moving forward on his own path.

But he'd never done well with last words.

The scratch sounded again. And Kanda frowned. He frowned not because it was a creepy ass sound...but because it was now coming from behind him.

He whirled, hand in his katana as he expected an enemy. But nothing. Absolutely nothing apart from the body at his feet.

The body...the body?

He bit his lip as he prepares to look down at the damage Allen had no doubt received. He was in view of Allen's front now, where he could imagine there would be the worst injuries possible.

A ripped open chest with a broken ribcage, once protected organs open to the air. Kidney, Lungs...heart. Glistening and still under the dim light. Slowly dying tissue, starting to decompose. All open to his eyes.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, preparing himself in every way he could, to look at the body. And slowly, achingly...he opened them.

Nothing.

There was no life threatening injury on his body. Bruising and cuts yes...but nothing that could have taken his life. And the scratch filled the air, and Kanda zeroed in to Allen's bloodied fingers.

...They were moving.

Kanda fell to his knees at the body side, gently rolling him from this fatal position, the warmth beneath his palms and on Allen's skin sparking the fire of hope in his heart.

Allen's eyes were open. Open and staring...staring at him.

Kanda felt a large smile take over his face as his face lit up in various degrees of complete and utter relief.

And God it felt so good.

Because Kanda had got Allen. After all these lonely hours...he had Allen again. Safe and in his arms rather than the bastard Noah's. Because they left Allen behind..

But why?

Kanda sat back slightly, really looking at Allen.

And then Allen's eyes flickered. Kanda stared at his eyes, racking through his brains and trying to decipher if he had seen what he thought he did.

But then they flickered again...and his question was all too easily answered.

...He was gone. The noah inside him had taken him further away than Tyki could have ever done. He was an empty shell.

His body was still alive...but his mind was gone.

Kanda swallowed back a desperate cry of rage. Because this wasn't fair, damn it. They couldn't just play with his heart like that. He couldn't deal with this roller-coaster of emotions. He couldn't just build himself up so achingly, only to be cut down in one fell swoop.

He put his head down on Allen's chest, mourning him all over again. Because he couldn't be left like this. Kanda couldn't let Allen be held in this state, barely here. There was no hope if his mind was gone.

And Allen had said he'd wanted the noah to die with him.

...but Kanda was the only one that could grant him that wish. And he couldn't do that. He couldn't murder Allen. Couldn't kill this small child who'd only moments ago he'd thought he could save.

He wasn't man enough to grant Allen that one wish.

"K...K-" Was the sweet and yet so sour scratch of Allen's voice, reverberating through Kanda. He sat up immediately, looking into the boys eyes.

"K...k. The boy tried again, but couldn't move past the first syllable of his name.

"I'm here Allen, I'm here." He said, voice quiet and lonely. It was so uplifting to hear Allen's voice. The sweet sound through the scratchiness that Kanda knew had come from screaming. But, it was also horribly bittersweet.

Because Allen was too far gone. His voice only meant that he was still suffering inside. Kanda idly wonder how long he had been laying here waiting to die.

Not able to do anything but wait...wait and hope that death came for him soon.

"L-lo...k." Allen stuggled. Look. He was saying...He was saying look.

Because a Kanda hadn't looked him in the eyes yet. Hadn't actually seen him when Allen had been more conscious.

Because when he'd looked at him before, he'd looked at him like he was already dead.

And Allen wanted him too look. Because Kanda hadn't even looked him in the eye like a decent human being. Hadn't given him that simple basic etiquette he deserved.

Treated him like he wasn't alive enough to be considered human. Acting like there was nothing left but a body to mourn.

But Allen was still in there...somewhere. And he deserved respect, damnit. It was Kanda grief that hurt so much...but it was Allen that had to die. Allen. was. dying. Not Kanda.

Trust Kanda to manage to be a absolute dick in all situations.

His eyes snapped up to look at Allen's immediately. But, even then he couldn't prepare himself for what he saw. He knew it was there obviously. But the awareness in the eyes made it so much worse.

Because Allen was there...but he was not.

Gold.

Allen's flickered between Gold and Silver rapidly and without warning, forming a blur of the two colours.

It was beautiful...but it was sickening.

Because the Noah was apart of Allen. He got in. But Allen was still there. Still inside, trapped within himself. Not being able to die nor come back into life.

And he was so wounded. Blood ran down from his eyes like tears, staying in his checks and face red. Kanda had always thought that Allen's scar was a harsh contrast against his pale skin.

But blood looked even worse.

And then Allen smiled. He smiled.

"It's okay." He said clearly but still sickly, bloodied teeth in the artificial light. That stupid insane grin on his lips. And it wasn't alright. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

But it was.

"I can't, Allen." He said. Because he couldn't do it. Not to Allen. Not after all this time trying to save him...trying to keep him safe.

He couldn't. He couldn't.

"Yes, you can." Allen said, eyes silver and gold and neither. It was all too much. Too fast. Allen's death had come to soon and yet it hadn't been fast enough.

Kanda wished it could be miles either in the future, or years ago. God, let them have what they want, give them this companionship that they had only just forged. Or don't give it to them in the first place. Don't plant that seed in a garden you wont let grow. Don't plant a seed you were not going to let grow until it was ready to harvest.

Don't take away life just as it was getting good.

He wished this death was something he wouldn't have to think about for years. Or something that was already behind him. He just didn't want to experience it now.

But then again, maybe never.

"You know you can. It will be quick, I promise." Allen said, currently in that in-between. Between the Noah and the Innocence. Between life and death.

It was a place he was never going to get out of...unless he got a little push.

And Kanda wished he could push him towards life. Back into the world. But he couldn't. Because he was only capable of giving damage. Of taking and destroying. It was how he was made.

It was how he'd been made. How he'd been forged.

"Right here, Kanda." Allen said, lifting a heavy, shaking hand and placing it over chest. "Right here."

Kanda shook his head like the child he technically was. He bit his lip, the angst taking hold.

"Straight through." Allen kept going, like if he stopped he would loose himself. And he probably would. "You've done it before. You can do it again"

Yes. He'd done it before. Noah, Akuma...anything that his superiors deemed unworthy of life. They claimed to be doing God's work. And, that would be all well and good if they hadn't lost their humanity. Hadn't lost the very thing they were fighting for.

Because you couldn't save something if you had forgotten its worth.

But Allen shouldn't be on the sharp end of his katana. He shouldn't receive the death that only demons deserved.

Even if there was a demon in his soul. The very demon he was going to exorcise like the good solider he was.

But, if he thought like that he would be no better than his superiors. Because then he would be forgetting the human that was still left inside. The other part that his demon was taking hold of. Forgetting the fact that before the demon was Allen, and Allen was still here.

Allen was here, dying so slowly.

"...for me?" Allen asked, and Kanda heard the tightness in his voice through the scratching, the tightness of somebody fighting for control. He was fighting so hard, fighting against the demon and against time. And Kanda was doing nothing to help.

Because he would do this. Do it for Allen, and nobody else. Because that was what he deserved in the least. A little peace.

A nice ending. So he could say he died as himself. As Allen Walker.

Walking his path until he no longer could. His path.

Kanda let a dry sob escape him as he raised the suddenly heavy katana from the ground. Allen smiled as he caught his movement. Kanda lifted Allen carefully, until his lower body was laying over his lap. He let Allen rest against his left shoulder, laying against him sideways. Allen's bloodied hair brushed his cheek and Kanda could feel Allen's smile on his neck.

"It's okay. It's all okay." Allen whispered in his ear, warm air and the brush of lips sending shivers down Kanda's spine.

He brought the katana in his hand, worn and scratched from the many battles. He pulled his elbow back, straightening the katana to point at Allen's chest.

"Time to go." Allen said, and Kanda felt tears in his eyes. His eyes flickered closed, tears running down his face. He reached up to hold Allen's head with his free hand, cradling it to his neck. Allen sighed happily at the small comfort, and it broke Kanda a little more.

Kanda braced himself, tilting his head to lightly kiss the top of Allen's head. He shook as he rested the point of his katana on the skin of Allen's chest. Eyes closed as he readied himself.

"I'm sorry" only two words that he could think to say. But, they were two words that held so much weight. Sorry for the way I treated you. Sorry that you got sick. Sorry that you didn't get the time you deserved.

...Sorry that you have to die.

Allen smiled against his neck, his blood escaping his slips and onto Kanda's skin. "Thankyou, Kanda." Then Kanda thrusted his sword forward. One straight and practised stab.

And then he was truly dead inside.

Damnit.

He'd really thought it would be Tyki's life. Thought it would be so rewarding, so satisfying.

But it wasn't Tyki's. It really wasn't.

He could feel every beat of his heart, every breath of air through his lungs. Even the peaceful smile on his lips did nothing to help mend Kanda's breaking soul.

It was so much more horrifically descriptive than he'd ever hoped for with Tyki. What he'd hoped for...but now dreaded with all his being. Because he'd been excited for this.

He didn't know how he could have been so damn twisted. Because this was nothing he imagined it to be. Nothing he thought it could have ever been.

But it was.

A complete 360°, turned back onto him. But after it turned on him...it was shoved down his throat.

And it hurt to think every horrible thing he'd wanted to do to Tyki was now happening to Allen. He'd thought how good it would feel with Tyki's blood running down his hands, the cold black liquid flowing down his wrists with the consistency of tar.

But now it only poisoned him, leaving an crimson red trail as it ran down his skin...staining him to his core.

Because this was not supposed to happen, damn it. Not to Allen, not right now.

Not ever. Because Allen was supposed to die simply. There was supposed to be no blood..it was supposed to be as kept inside. It would have been hard to watch even then, but now it was so much worse.

Because blood had never looked so bright against that pale complexion. He was supposed to die without any involvement from Kanda. Not peacefully, but simply.

But not like this...never like this.

The imagery he'd formed in his head with the golden eyed demon had overjoyed him and motivated him...but now it was replaced with the pale and fair Allen, and he'd never felt more gutted.

Because he was gutted in every sense but physically...but he might as well have been.

It felt like all his hopes had built up inside him, solidifying with his intent. But, then those blocks that had been his hope, turned into grief. Turned black as his mind registered the pain. And, once they'd turned so dark...they had been ripped from him. Ripped from his body and leaving a gaping hole in their wake.

Hope had been so smooth and so welcomed into his body...but pain had been ripped from inside him. Leaving only blood and destruction and grief behind, the scraps he'd had left to pick over from something that had been so great. So exciting and rewarding...to this.

And Allen was not even dead yet.

"I'm sorry." Allens said, bloody and spluttering. But Kanda couldn't reply, he couldn't speak.

Because he was dead inside.

And then Allen was too.

They acted like Allen death was a great surprise. A great tragedy. That he had been taken from them so suddenly, so tragically.

But they knew this was going to happen. They knew.

And they hadn't lifted a finger to come help them save him. To help rescue him. They called him useless then left him to die at the hands of the Noah. Or Kanda, but they didn't know that.

But this was the excuse they needed. The excuse they pretended to mourn over, when really all it was was to unite their forces after they had seen what their 'weapon of light' had done to Allen. And use it as a excuse to make everyone fight again.

They mourned and spoke of all his greatness, grand gestures to describe him and his achievements.

When really all he was was a excuse for a war. And everyone agreed, forming a attack plan on the dark forces that had taken a small and innocent to child from them...nobody bringing up the fact that they had been the ones to leave him there.

But Kanda noticed. And he cared, damn it.

Somebody had to pay. Somebody had to be responsible. He carried his weight. He carried Allen's blood on his hands.

Hands that never felt clean.

He'd made his choice for Allen. But he never should have had to. Allen should never have to be granted a merciful death. Never should have been in that position.

So somebody would have to pay.

And Kanda knew exactly who would.

That's all for now. Please let me know what you thought, and how you want Kanda to get his revenge since I'm doing a epilogue.

P.S Kanda gets revenge. Terrible and bloody revenge. And Allen gets his funeral.

God Bless,

SephrinaRose