Tyki Mikk/Allen Walker, Tyki Mikk & Allen Walker.
I don't own the characters depicted, they belong to Katsura Hoshino.
Summary: Tyki's first impression of Allen's character was spot on. Not necessarily a good thing, he admits, finding himself eager to meet the boy again. He's a Noah, Allen an Exorcist. Tragedy surely is to follow.
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS
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Tyki has never thought himself bad at judging a person's character. If anything, he's good at reading other people and playing them exactly how he wants to.
Meeting Allen Walker in a train, while on his White Side, he had thought of the boy as a young, naive teenager that had foolishly walked into the lion's den to retrieve his friend's clothes. Of course, it was foolish of him, in hindsight, to underestimate his enemy in poker by appearance alone, and it might have been his ultimate downfall by believing the boy was simply that lucky on the first rounds.
Tyki Mikk's first impression of Allen Walker was that he was a good natured boy, a devil at poker, and a young boy who still had so much to see.
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While not changed, his impression of Allen's character was spot on (much to his chagrin), to the point it nagged at Tyki's thoughts. Selfishly so, though. His job was simple: get rid of the names Cell Roron had for him —names the Millenium Count had picked for him. And so far, it had been a good way to past the time for Tyki.
Allen Walker. It was the name leftover for him. And he thought he could take his time before finishing his list; just enough while he sorted through his thoughts and emotions regarding the white-haired Exorcist. In the mean time, he had been content to watch the fallen Exorcist create havoc in his wake, staying on the sidelines as destruction and grief grew. Which served them perfectly; the Akuma lost in the battle would be recovered by the humans' weak hearts.
He knew he was stalling, though. How could fate put an interesting character such as Allen Walker in his life, only for the boy's life to be ended by Tyki's own hand? A cruel twist of fate, he was sure —and if he let his own bitterness surface, a punishment by the Earl. Surely the Count had somehow realized Tyki had gotten a soft spot for the Exorcist that had managed to undress him through a game of poker.
No matter, he would take his time finding him. He would first have to collect the Teez that had been feeding off Suman's body. Not without having to commend and kill the old Exorcist that had stepped up to the challenge of facing the monster Suman had become. He wanted to know who was the madman who'd risked their life.
To say he was surprised and speechless was an understatement. Who he thought to be an old man with a dying wish turned out to be none other than Allen Walker. A good natured boy. A cursed one in more than one way.
Tyki had really wanted to put off their next encounter. But he couldn't disobey the Earl's orders as if it was nothing. It's a shame, realizing his time with the boy had to be cut short. He was an interesting serendipity in his life, he admits. Refusing to give in to the desperation that no doubt claws at his heart as Tyki allows his Teez to tear into it.
Even as he is sure he's sealed Allen's fate, he can't help but notice his decision of keeping his hands clean off Allen's blood. And even if he rationalizes not allowing his Teez to feed off the boy as them having been recently fed, he knows he's only fooling himself. He'll miss what couldn't have been about Allen Walker.
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When Allen's name had not vanished from Cell Roron's cell walls, Tyki hadn't paid it much mind. For all he knew, the small creature had not been scrubbing hard enough — or maybe Allen's name had been embedded a bit too hard. The boy had clung to life stubbornly, after all, even after being beaten within an inch of his life by the monstrosity Suman had become. Either way, Tyki had gone through with the Earl's orders, so nothing he could do about it.
He has to smother the relief that climbs up his chest at the news of Allen Walker being alive. He hadn't killed him. His heart had been strong enough to pull through the demise. Tyki's hope flared — that meant he could still see that white-haired devil who had beaten him at poker.
A devil who had stood face-to-face to the Earl, and had walked away unscathed. Tyki was amazed, and in awe. Filled with wonder. Filled with curiosity.
He found himself wanting to see Allen Walker again.
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Ifind myself coming back and back again to their first encounter, and how it might have affected their oncoming interactions. Ahh, this is but one of the few fruitful attempts at exploring this (and even then, I am not entirely satisfied) ;v;
As always, hope you enjoyed!