Chapter: 20
Yu Kanda. Not a person many dare to mess with. He was known as the most fearsome exorcist as well as the most short-tempered. Only few messed with him and survived, Lavi Bookman being one of them. So the fact that a short, pail, and weak looking bean sprout had managed to take him out with a piece of wood was not something Kanda was about to take laying down.
"I was wondering when you were going to join us in the world of the living. Well, welcome back." Allen said disengaging his sword from the samurai's with a flourished smile.
"Let me send you back to the land of the dead." Tyki whispered into Kanda's ear from over his shoulder as a swarm of tease came hurling towards him. Kanda had barely been able to manage the oncoming swarm as he also tried to parry the attacks aimed at him by the silverette who decided to use the momentary distraction to his advantage.
"Oh no you don't! My turn guys, you're all on the side lines." Road yelled out over the commotion, instantly the commotion died down and the two male Noah's halted in their attacks. Neah, whom had been sitting on the side lines for quite a time, leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees; things were starting to get interesting.
"Yu Kanda. I know an awful lot of things about you. Especially about your friend Alma." Road breathed out, walking in a circle around the tense samurai who stiffened at the name of the first and only person he would ever admit to being a sort of friend.
"Don't you fucking bring him into this." He growled out, swiping at her with Mugen. He didn't want to go back over his past; it was a pointless waste of time. All he was obligated to do was grab the Usagi and the kid and leave. No more, no less. No matter how tempting it was to just say "screw it all" and leave the remaining exorcists behind.
"Language! I'm just an innocent kid after all." Road said 'innocently', holding up one of her many dolls that had its stuffing coming out and its eyes popped off.
"You may look like a kid, I'll give you that, but you are the exact opposite of your so called innocent being."
"Oh before you continue I must grab someone real quick. Don't start without me Road!" Allen exclaimed, escaping through the arc's door courtesy of Neah who simply waved his hand.
Cobalt eyes narrowed. The brat was up to something. No sooner did the words enter his thoughts when yet another flash of white occurred and out sprung Allen Walker with a box in his hands.
"Can I start now?" Road was starting to get impatient. She wasn't fond of stalling when it came to making new toys for her collection.
"Yes, yes just give me one second…there now you can." Allen sang out. Timcanpy was now floating around the room, fluttering from the dead bodies, to Mei-Ling, then to the crumpled figure of Lavi, and back to the battle. "I thought you wouldn't mind if I recorded this so we could watch it for movie night, though it is a bit too late. I wish I was able to record the beginning…oh well, no use in crying over spilt milk." He shrugged and proceeded to try and climb onto Neah's shoulders.
"Don't worry. There'll be enough in the end to make up for it." Road disappeared from sight before reappearing behind a prepared samurai who countered her attack with one of his own. Many people say that swordsmanship was like a dance, it took two people to be completely in sync with their "partner" or else it could be a fatal mistake on their part. This was exactly what the two were doing. Each slash, cut, dodge, and duck had to be perfectly timed or else one would be missing an appendage or two by the time the fight was done. Every attack Road unleashed onto Kanda had only missed by less than a hairs width of space.
Kanda sent his illusions after the Noah of Dreams; eyes were dead set on killing his opponent. By any means necessary. He quickly maneuvered behind her and plunged Mugen deep into the flesh and bones of her rib cage. A pregnant silent filled the old theatre, the steady flapping of Timcanpy's wings could be heard, then the sick cracking of bones.
"Sorry samurai, you can't kill me in this form. But don't worry." Road's head twisted around a complete 180 degrees in order to face him. "I can always kill you." Her candle was sent deep into Kanda's gut, tearing apart and damaging vital organs and intestines along the way. Kanda pushed himself away from the demonic girl and staggered back a few steps, looking up just in time to see Road's body re-align itself. She slowly drew the blade from her no longer bleeding chest a smile on her face the whole time.
"Damn you." Kanda coughed out. Tearing the candle out of his stomach and pressing his hand to the wound, trying to starch the flow.
"Nighty night, samurai." Road kicked him straight on his wound and as he fell onto the floor a swift kick to his temple knocked him out of reality and into his own subconscious.
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The rattling of chains and a sharp sting was what woke Kanda up. Blinking the heavy amount of sleep in his eyes and shaking his head, Kanda was able to some what gather his bearings. He was in a stone cell and was chained to the wall with iron chains; the samurai rolled his eyes, yea, like that was original.
Light spilled into the cell as the only door in the entire room creaked open. Kanda let out a low menacing hiss as his cobalt eyes adjusted to the sudden assault of brightness.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty, time for a little chat." Road, Tyki, Wisley, Neah, and Allen filed into the room, each one of them heading towards either side of the room, completely incasing their prisoner in a Noah…ish circle.
"You won't find me the talkative type." Kanda growled out. His head whipped to the side roughly as a male dress shoe connected with his cheek.
"We have ways of making you talk." Road trailed a thin blade down his cheek, doing a pretty good impression of a Nazi shoulder.
"And Timcanpy's set up to record everything from beginning to end this time~! No interruptions are going to save you now." Allen laughed. Of course as soon as those words left his lips multiple fists slammed against the metal door.
"Wisely! We know you in there!" David yelled out shortly followed by Jasdero's insane laugh.
"I got them." Said whitette sighed out as he slowly made his way to the door, ripping it off of its hinges the moment his finger tips secured around the handle. "Let's step out here for a while; I need to make something clear for you two." Wisely smashed the door back in place, it took him a few tries to get it the right way and it took a few dents as a consequence but it was relatively back to normal…ish.
"Well that just killed the mood!" Allen exclaimed glaring at the damaged door accusingly. A pain filled cry attracted the silverette's curiosity.
"I can fix that." Road said with a glee filled grin, the blade she was once holding was now buried in their captive's thigh. Neah's nose tilted into the air as he inhaled the sent of freshly spilt blood as it flavored the air.
"Mmm, I love that smell." He licked his lips as his eyes narrowed, he may not be a blood sucker but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the smell of impeding death. Kanda spat a mouthful of blood his direction, as a way to show his appreciation, and smiled smugly as Neah slowly lowered his head to glare threateningly at the samurai.
Kanda turned his smug look over to the silverette who was smothering his laughter, "What's so funny Moyashi? Oh that's right, you're under that sadistic Noah's control, you're small brain can't do much to defend itself now can it? I always told you not to let your mind wander because it was too small to take care of itself." Kanda scoffed out. He had to suppress a grin as he felt the familiar tingle of enraged silver pools on the back of his head. Wait for it. Wait for it.
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"What did you just say!?" there you go. Time to get a few of his questions answered.
"What, your brain to small to process the fact that this here girly has your brain wrapped around her devious little fin-!" he was cut off as Road shoved one of her voodoo dolls into his mouth.
"That's enough out of you; we're the ones asking questions here." Road leaned down to his eye view and gave him a 'pleasant' smile.
"Road. What did he mean by that? I-is it true that you've been using me?" Allen asked, taking a few steps away from her with hurt shining clearly in his eyes.
"No Allen, it's not. He's just trying to play off of your insecurities." She reassured, if Allen had been paying complete attention he would have noticed that her voice was slightly strained, but he was too occupied with cautiously reaching forward to dislodge the crude gag from Kanda's mouth. He wanted to hear more, needed to hear more, but was slightly afraid to find out.
"Believe her if you want, but what do I have to gain from lying about this? Other than the truth and finally being able to sleep peacefully? Nothing." Kanda deadpanned. But he was right, what did the samurai have to gain. If anything he'd be suffering from the ordeal. Silver eyes drifted over to the love of his life, begging for her to contradict him, to say he was wrong.
"Allen. I thought you loved me, why would I lie to you? Aren't you happy here? With our family? With me?" Road was playing the guilt card, this Kanda knew. He also knew that Allen was eating it all up, if his panicked expression was anything to go by.
"I-I am happy! R-Road, I'm happy here! Especially with you!" Allen gently held Road's hands in his own.
"Are you happy with no memory?" silence rippled through the room, every creak and groan simultaneously stopped. Road's hands covered Allen's and gripped them tightly, but his pale hands easily slipped out of hers. He slowly turned around to face Kanda, his hands trembling and his eyes wide.
"W-What are you talking about?" Allen let out a strangled hysterical laugh. "Of course I have memories! Just last year we…we…" he was now grasping at his head, as if to gather the memories that were there but a minute ago.
"Allen. Don't be upset, you have amnesia don't forget that." Road said quietly next to him.
With the ray of hope newly found Allen gave a slight smile, until Kanda broke it to pieces mercilessly, "If that was true. How come neither her nor the three eyed freak restored your so called 'memories'." Allen's small smile broke. His mask. Gone. His sanity. Shredded. His body crumpled to the floor like, his arms snaked around his head as his whole body trembled, eyes were wide. It wasn't long before the other occupants in the room gathered around him.
"Allen." "-you ok?" "-fingers am I holding-" "-talk to me-". Question after question jammed their way into his ears, over whelming his senses. With a yelp he scurried backwards till his back hit the corner where he preceded to curl into himself trying to piece together the broken puzzle of his damaged mind.
"Am I who I think I am…or who someone else made me believe? Am I even me? Or just the me of whom I believe? I'm not sure if Allen is actually the Allen I had once believed." He looked dejectedly up at Neah, his hands splayed in front of him. "Just who am I?"
A/N: DO NOT SKIP. Ok so, you can thank this chapter update to Saee. She's my bestest bud who forced this chapter out of me. No she doesn't have an account…that I know of any ways. So I updated! And the chapter is a page longer! Sorry for being away for so long don't kill me! But hey, who doesn't like an Allen going mental? So mostly what I have to say is that Saee is going to be the one in charge of pushing me around to update yay (for you guys not me), and she's *cough* overly protective *cough* so yea…that's it…I think…so I don't own D. Gray-Man obviously so~ review please? It makes Saee push me harder to update~!