Chapter: 28
The bedroom wall caved in, wood, dust, furniture, and other debris flew everywhere. Allen had to force himself to roll to one side of the bed in order to avoid getting split in two by a large piece of glass from the shattered window, huh so that's what he meant about him dying. When the dust settled it revealed a hoard of level three akumas and, of course, Tyki. He was standing in front of the deadly army with a pleased grin on his face, he was completely enjoying this. Allen would have liked to do nothing more than to hobble over there and smacked that look off of his face, but his leg was giving off severe stabs of pain and walking on it didn't seem to be that great of an idea. His stupid "partner" didn't even find that giving him pain killers would be helpful, and boy did he need them right now. A small part of the silverette was debating whether or not to just chop of the problem limb and be done with it.
"I've come for the boy." Tyki said in a low tone of voice, that idiot. He gave the akuma army the signal to charge and utter chaos broke out, somewhere along the way Daisya had gotten separated from the injured teen and left said person "defenseless". Allen cried out in pain when Tyki's hand shot up through the bed and grabbed his injured leg, his Uncle was going to die.
"I'm going to murder you, you bastard." Allen hissed out as Tyki picked him up bridal style and walked through the battle zone as if he was taking a stroll through the park.
"You shouldn't let your partner hear you talking like that, remember you're supposed to be amnesiac." Tyki chided in a low voice then loudly said; "Allen Walker is now ours again, thank you very much for bringing him to us Mr. Exorcist. It was less of a hassle this way." Daisya's head snapped towards the retreating Noah and his "unconscious" partner in his arms.
"Get back here! You put him down! Allen!" but it was too late, the pair was gone and the hoard of akumas was closing in on him.
Allen heard a blood curling scream coming from inside the house they were staying in, it seemed that his idiotic partner had died. Good.
"I left the finder alive, but only so he could report to the Order that I've taken you." Tyki sang out, the Portuguese kept walking and went straight through the ark's gate that was waiting for them. Immediately Allen was taken from Tyki's arm and was instead being held by both Mana and Neah who were both frantic and hysterical, never a good combination.
"Oh god Allen, what did they do to you!? Look at your leg it's all broken and bloody and painful looking! I knew we should have never let you go to that dingy place all alone!" Neah wailed out, hugging the silverette's head to his chest.
"The fact that his leg isn't healed yet is bothering me. Allen can you still shift into your Noah form? Maybe that will help the healing process." Mana suggested. The silverette looked at his leg wearily but did as his foster father told him to. Allen's once pure white hair shifted into midnight black, his silver pools turned into molten amber, and his pail complexion turned into an ashen gray, he became what he truly was; a Noah.
"It's been a while since I took on this form hasn't it? But my leg is feeling better, thanks Mana." Power pulsed through the silverette's veins, it swelled up and pushed at his very core, wanting to have freedom, wanting to be able to burst free, but Allen had kept it suppressed. If that power ever completely escaped him, it wouldn't just be the Black Order suffering casualties. Allen shut his eyes in concentration; he tried to direct the power to his injured leg so that it could help speed up the healing process. Which it did exponentially. Right before his family's eyes the open fracture had reset itself, healed the bone, then the muscle, then finally the skin, leaving no trace that there was ever an injury.
"Wow Allen that was quick." Wisely whistled out. He was quite intrigued on the teen's transformation as well as his regenerative powers; this boy always seemed to be able to find new ways to surprise him everyday.
"Yeah I suppose it was huh?" Allen silently slipped back into his white form, and took Neah's helping hand to ease his way up. His leg was slightly sore but besides that it felt just fine.
"Now that all the rest of the family is here we can start with the final act. Unfortunately we can not wait for Raasura to reincarnate into a new host, so we will just have to carry on without him." The Millennium Earl materialized out of the shadows between two houses, his usual sadistic grin still displayed proudly on his face and he had transformed Lero into his sword, ready for battle.
"Are you going to be showing your true self for this occasion my lord?" Toraido asked from his position, he was leaning on a wall a few feet away.
"I think I'll give those Black Order members a treat before they die, but that will come later in the battle. Oh Allen~? Are your powers still working? We'll be needing your illusionary trick in a few moments so please get things figured out by then. If you need any help I'm pretty sure you brother Wisely will be more than happy to lend you a hand." Allen looked over to his brother with a questioning look to which it was returned with a comforting nod. Things were finally getting started, the final act was about to commence, the war would finally end.
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The finder was able to make his way back to the Black Order to break the news; this caused a great commotion inside of the Headquarters. Not only did one of their exorcists die, but the Heart had just gone back into enemy hands.
"Chief, what are we going to do?" Reever asked in a no-joking-allowed tone of voice, in his hand he held a detailed report from the finder of what exactly had happened and in short, it wasn't pretty.
"We do what we must. Gather all remaining exorcists and have every member in the order take refuge in the center of the building. Set up what ever defenses we have and make sure only the escape routes that are open are the ones in the safe areas. Use whatever is on hand to build forts and safe houses, use what ever chemicals we have for traps. The Noah's will be coming, and we will be prepared." Komui ordered out. To an outsider's point of view the Black Order had no hope at all against the Noah's, and the Chief knew this. But they weren't going out without a fight.
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The Noah family cast longing glances at each other, wondering who would be left after such an important battle. Would they themselves even survive? They all knew that at least one of them was not going to make it. Allen glanced sympathetically over at Mana; he was being soothed by Neah on the other side of the room. The Earl had forbade Mana from participating in the gory battle seeing as he had no Noah powers nor innocence he wouldn't be much help in a fight that required one of the two. The teen's silver pools took on a more solemn look, poor Mana, he had to sit here and wait knowing that the people he considered family was in a battle risking their lives, knowing that not all of them would come back, knowing…yet still waiting. Waiting and hoping for all of them to return home safely and victorious.
"It's time to go everyone." Fiidora said in just above a whisper. Many people believed Noah's to have no heart, no emotions. But they did, they laughed and grieved the same as everyone else, they pitied, they loved, they enjoy the life they live. But no, people only saw them as monsters that had no emotions, who felt no sympathy, no pain.
"Let's go." Allen stood up and slowly walked out of the room, pausing to send his beloved foster father a watery smile, causing said man to break down in sobs. The silverette left the room before anyone could catch the sight of his own tears leaking down his cheeks. Why must they fight? Why must his family die? Why? It wasn't fair, not at all…but they still do it, for a better life, for a better world. once this final battle was over, after all of the blood had settled, after everything has gone silent. Then, and only then, could Allen return home to Mana. Then could he laugh at his foster father's face as it broke out in a relived grin to see that everyone was alive. At that very moment Allen would make a vow to himself, a vow that he would never break and everyone would be happy. That vow would mean the beginning of the new world. A world ran by the Noah's, a world where they needn't live in constant battle and sorrow. Where they could bask in their blood lust to no end.
Yes this war would be a spectacular finish. One that would always be remembered. One that Allen would burn into the history books if need be. They alone would be the victors of this war.
A grin fought its way onto Allen's face. Oh how much fun was he going to have!
A/N: Oh. My. Gosh. I'm already nearing the end…I think I'm pushing things too fast huh? Sorry for the little depressing stuff at the end, it just sort of…typed itself. This fic will mostly be done way before this month ends. Sadness. I've been having fun typing this; it'll be a bit too calm once it ends. *shrugs* oh well, everything must come to an end eventually. Ok to answer one of my reviewer's question; the hornet was a medium in size, it looked like every other hornet that I've seen, and yes, it was very painful. My pure breed black lad ate it, it's a boy, no he didn't get stung, and my dog ate it because… I really don't know. He always liked to play with things that flew, he may be a sadist in that kind of way :/. I'm sorry I killed off Daisya for any of you Daisya fans out there, it kinda typed itself as well. It's an early update so hopefully it'll make up for that. I'm thinking of starting a new series aside from Seven Deadly Sins though I'm not completely sure on how to put in a plot, oh well. Sorry I didn't put much detail on the new members, I guess I did kind of rush it huh? Any way's~ I do not own D. Gray-Man. Review please!
