Chapter: 25
Mana Walker sat yet again by the fire place in the living room, the mansion was unusually quiet as he sat in the isolated space. He was the only person in the entire mansion; this is the second time he had to stare into the hypnotizing flames as if it held all of the answers he was searching for. The wait was unnerving, but the ignorance, being left in the dark, was even worse. Not knowing whether or not his loved ones would come back safely, or even at all worried the old clown to no end. Mana used a poker to try and arise the flames from the dying fire before throwing in a new log, why was it so hard to not know anything? He already knew that he had to hope for the best but prepare himself for the worst. Just as the first rays of the new day hit the horizon dull thuds resounded from outside. There was no way they were back that quickly. Mana dropped the metal poker and ran for outside, his hopes for the best sky rocketing. Sure enough the large ark gate towered over the front yard as the Noah's slowly exited, the clown's eyebrows crumpled in confusion as the gate closed right after Allen stepped out. Where was the Earl?
"Thank goodness you're all back safely, but…where's the Earl?" the Noah family parted like the red sea as Allen walked forward, the Earl's sword still in his grasp.
"He won't be joining us; I think he's quite busy repenting for his sins in hell, though you can take all maters to me, the new Millennium Earl." The clown's eyes widened, his adopted son defeated the Earl? On his own? "There are some matters that we need to discuss though, Mana. It's important so I suggest we deal with it as soon as possible." Allen strolled into the large mansion, which was now his, with the Earl's sword resting on his shoulder. It was good to be home.
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The crackling of the wood in the fire place was the only sound that could be heard in the stagnant room. Mana, having just heard the truth, was having a hard time processing the information. Allen was leaning against the far corner on the room; the shadows cast across his face just gave the room a more ominous feeling. Allen had ordered for all of the other Noahs and Akumas to stay clear of the room they were in, they had no right to hear what he and his newly revealed father was talking about.
Mana slowly stood from his seat and turned towards Allen, his eyes were soft, whether through sorrow or pity Allen couldn't tell. The old clown stumbled the few steps towards the silverette and unexpectedly engulfed him in a loving hug.
"A-Allen!" tears soaked into Allen's dress shirt, this was not what he expected. He had mentally prepared himself for any kind of reaction, though this was not one of them. "Y-you're my son! My son!" Mana held him at arms length, looked him over, then continued to squeeze the teen in his arms. Why was he so accepting? Allen thought that he would be viciously rejected considering Mana allowed the Earl to take him in the first place, right?
"W-what are you doing?! Why are you acting as if everything's ok?! Why are you so happy? You were the one who allowed me to be taken away weren't you?!" Allen dislodged himself from his father's grasp, confusion clearly written on his face.
"Allen, I didn't allow him to take you. You disappeared right after your mother gave birth to you. Your mother, well she died during your birth, the strain was too much for her body." Mana wiped away a stray tear. "I searched for you for eight years; I didn't have anything to go off of to find you since I was only able to see you for a few moments. But your red arm made it easier to find you. I joined the circus as an efficient way to cover more ground in a short tome span, also being able to meet different people. When Cosmo took you in as an errand boy, I immediately knew it was you. You seemed to hate human kind so much already but I tried! I tried to change your view of the world, unfortunately it was too late, you've already gone through so much emotional and physical trauma that the hate you bore was deeply ingrained into your very soul." Mana brushed some of Allen's snowy locks from the teen's eyes, he lead his son over to the couch and forced him to take a seat.
"Why, why didn't you tell me when you met me? Why didn't you tell me that you were my father?!" Allen refused to cry, he had cried too much lately and he would not waste a drop more.
"I didn't want to tell you directly, I was afraid of your reaction. Instead, I dropped subtle hints, like your name. My dog didn't have a name, but I used him as a way to give you the name your mother picked out for you before she died. I took you in figuring that if I couldn't have you as my son, then I'd sure as hell have you as my foster son." The wood crackled in the fire place, adding to the thick atmosphere.
Allen seemed to hesitate before he asked his next question, "Why did you leave me?" he was met with another hug.
"I didn't want to; believe me when I say this. There was nothing more I wanted in the world than to spend my time with you. But, the Earl had different ideas. I didn't comment on it before but since he's dead I see no sense in keeping it a secret. The Earl took me prisoner, he found out that I was trying to rehabilitate your love for mankind and put me in some sort of chamber. The chamber kept me in a deep sleep until the Earl wished for me to awaken again. He forged a note in my handwriting, leaving it for you to find. He destroyed my years of hard work trying to get you to see that the world wasn't as bad as it seemed. The Earl was a selfish man, Neah almost blew up the entire planet looking for me, he too was played by the Earl. He was completely oblivious to the fact that I was literally under his nose. Neah found out the truth the day you were fighting with Kanda after Skin's death, and he broke me free. I know I should've told you this sooner but I couldn't risk it, ignorance is bliss after all. I'm so sorry Allen, I'm so sorry." Father and son embraced each other, a movement unable to be explained by words. The emotions spilling from the two was like an ever changing storm, until they hit the heart of the storm. They shared all of their grief, sorrow, happiness, angst, and love with each other, both completely satisfied that they were finally reunited.
Neah slowly walked away from the oak door that blocked his view of his blood family, down the dark hall he disappeared, leaving noting but an eerie white smile left.
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Small, imp like mechanical creatures sat on the desk of all important world leaders, including the Black Order's higher ups. They were simple devices, much like Timcanpy but not as intricate. They each held a small video screen, a bit larger than a match book. The screen displayed the one and only Allen Walker, both the Sword of Exorcism and the Earl's sword was displayed threateningly.
"Hello to all of you political figures of the world, if you do not already know I am Allen Walker. If you are not yet aware of this, the Millennium Earl is dead. I killed him." A collective gasp from people around the world sounded. "I killed him, and took his place as the Millennium Earl." The Pope's hand reached for his phone but was stopped short, "Before you call whoever it is that works for you to come assassinate me, keep in mind one key fact. Not only am I the new Earl, but I'm also the Heart of Innocence. Even if you kill the Millennium Earl, the Noah's won't disappear, true they may go into chaos, but they will still survive until they drive themselves mad. On the other hand though, if you destroy the Heart, not only will all of the innocence in existence be destroyed, but also your hopes of ever defeating the Noah's." the Pope slumped back into his seat defeated by a person not even half his age. "This is only a recording, yet I already knew all of your moves, how? That's quite easy, or it will be easier for future use. Those creatures that are currently holding up my projections will always be with you, no matter what. They act as a camera leech, and a perk of this? I get to keep an eye on you 24/7. To make sure there's no revolts of course. If there is ever a sign that you're going against me, well let's just say that there's enough explosives stored inside of your new pets to obliterate anything within a 15 mile radius." Molten amber eyes peered through the screens. "I am now the ruler of this pathetic world; I control every one of your actions now. You will do as I say, and there is nothing you can do or say about it. There will be future transmissions, remember what happens is you rebel, Ka-Boom." With that the screens blacked out.
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Later that day, there were five reported explosions that were concluded to be from 'terrorists'. The explosions leveled towns and cities; some country's if they were small enough.
Allen Walker sat under a large dead tree on top of a hill in a familiar cemetery. He had a teacup in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, a smile touched his lips as he read the first headline; THOUSANDS DEAD, MANY MORE UNACCOUNTED. People always had to learn the hard way; hopefully they would serve as an example to the others to not try anything under his tyranny. He downed the tea that was now luke-warm and folded the paper under his arm. Silver pools took a long glance at the weather worn grave marker; this was the place where it all began. The place where the gears of fate started turning, and the place where things came to a new beginning. No he wouldn't stop here; the path that others had laid out has come to an end. It was time for him to walk his own desired fate and see where it took him.
A/N: Ok so I think that that is a great place to stop, if not then please, feel free to tell me if I'm missing something or if there's something I should add. I attempted to put a poll up on my profile for which fanfic to finish next but I don't think its working. The credit pages will always be constantly changing so even if you post a comment after the story has ended you will be added to the list. SHOULD I END IT THERE? I'm not completely sure if that should be where I end it, but I'd be perfectly fine if it is. Bu~t on a completely random note; WARNING CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 215! Is anyone else confused? I mean ok, so Allen apparently is more than 35 years old, and he knew Neah way back when, and they were apparently friends or something? But now Neah is ready to kill him just because they are on opposite sides? And they kill off Timcanpy! That is just wrong in my opinion, and they go on a month hiatus, you lazy bums! You can't leave us in suspense like thiiisss! *sigh* sorry got worked up, not my fault. So yea, which fanfic do you want to be updated next? This feels like a crappy ending to me, buuut it's 3:17 in the morning, I haven't slept for three days straight, sooo yea craziness tends to come to you due to sleep deprivation. I probably shouldn't do that since I'll most likely get sick again but who cares? This chapter is dedicated to EpikalStorms for posting A CRAP LOAD OF REVIEWS AT ONCE! Way to go whoever you are~! Ok so end of annoyingly long A/N hope you liked it, and tell me whether or not to end it there. I do not own D. Gray-Man. REVIEW!