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Chap. 2

"We can't let him out like this. I thought it was already decided!" Komui shouted, though trying to stay quiet. Allen was sleeping at the other side of the door, finally getting to sleep after his freakout. Lavi and Bookman stood with him, the three discussing what should happen next.

"We can't just leave him here forever." Lavi interveined. He was the one to start up this discussion, worried about how people would start acting after such a long time with the tension filling the air. He could already see it - someone already shouted at Kanda , something taboo for anyone but Allen. Too many people were worrying too much, and it was all because Allen was missing.

It wasn't long before Kanda would snap as well. Though he would never admit it, Allen was his beloved bickering partner, and the only one with the guts plus skill to go up against him.

"But my poor Lenalee will be heartbroken to see Allen like this!"

"She's already heartbroken not knowing what happened! Even you couldn't think this is perfectly fine! And don't you even think of making a fake Allen. There's no way it will fool anyone." Komui had gotten his mad scientist look in his eye, and Lavi knew what he was planning from the second this conversation had started. "Damn it. Panda! Deal with him! Allen should be waking up any second now." Lavi hastily left the room, knowing if he stayed there any longer he would surely explode at the reckless scientist. The lack of information everyone else was suffering was something like what was going on with Lavi, only this time he knew more than was healthy for his heart.

Worry was something he wasn't used to dealing with. Long ago, he had learned how to kill his emotions so it wouldn't affect his work. But this thing with Allen was getting to him. This could be thought of as his fault. He hadn't thought about what would happen if he just killed the akuma messing with Allen's mind. He hadn't thought about the damage that would be left. If he only remembered to use his head, it could have been avoided, and that kid wouldn't be laying away from his friends without memories that he gained through his lifetime.

To Lavi, that was a fate worse than death.

Knowledge was what ran the world. Without that they were nothing more than filthy creatures, worse than any other. Creatures that depend on war and wreckage to survive and live their miserable lives. And that was what Lavi brought to Allen. Not that Allen was that bad as of yet, but who knew what the future held. Lavi only knew about the past and the present.

Allen was in the room he'd been kept in, on the ground after falling out of bed. The past two weeks clearly showed how restless of a sleeper Allen was, also showing how light his sleep had been. It took a while for Lavi to understand the signs to show whether or not Allen was awake, but there was a subtle difference that only a Bookman would note. He moved more when sleeping.

Allen was currently completely still.

"Mornin'!" Lavi shouted, cheerful as always. Allen groaned in response and hid under the covers. "We should get you some proper clothes soon. The Panda's debating with Komui to try and let you out of the hospital. Hopefully you'll be able to regain some of your memories after seeing everyone!" Allen looked at him with a completely blank look after sticking his head out from under the sheets.

"Bugger off. I don't got missing memories! You fucktards turned my hair white, yeah? 'Cause I thought 'bout it, and I ain't bloody old! Ol' people die before the hair turns white, or they bloody lucky. I don't got that luck, ya know."

"We didn't do anything to your hair. By the time you came to the Order, it was already like that."

"I don't know what this damn Order is! Sounds like some idiotic bunch o' hoodies."

"You might not remember it, but you were part of that group of 'hoodies'. You were a polite boy who cared about his friends and did his best to keep 'walking forward,' no matter what happened."

"I don't get what ya' rambling about. I don't got friends, and I don't care 'bout me or the other wankstain (idiots) in this world." Allen grumbled, not noticing the determination within Lavi's eyes.

"Allen Walker. Age 15. Exorcist of the European Branch of the Black Order. Apprentice to Cross Marian. Companion of golem Timcanpy. Known friends, Lavi, Kanda Yuu, Lenalee Lee, Johnny Gill. Parasite type Innocence within his left arm. Would you like me to go on? This is you before the Akuma messed with your head causing your memories to disappear. Now, I'm going to try and get you fixed up by bringing you around the rest of the base and see if that triggers any memories. If it doesn't, you are allowed to come back here. Now, get on these clothes." Lavi had magically pulled out a white, long sleeve shirt and a pair of tan trousers.

Allen, protesting, sat on the ground and glared, not budging.

Just then, a knock on the door alerted the both of them to someone entering - more than likely Komui to either accept or reject Lavi's proposal.

"You have two hours." The mad scientist announced before leaving again, clearly not happy with the decision. Lavi smirked and lifted Allen up by his armpits. It wasn't hard, since Allen had been refusing to eat for the past two weeks, completely convinced they were going to poison him. The three of them were surprised the kid was able to move around, since his normal meal was eating three times his body weight.

Holding Allen up with one hand, Lavi put the other to work getting the shirt onto the young boy, setting the boy down when he started to help out instead of struggling to get down.

Allen was still sloppily dressed when they left the room, but he did have all of his clothes on and was only resisting Lavi's grip on his arm a little bit - the grip in place due to Allen trying to jump out the window after he was dressed.

It was a fairly short walk to the main area. The silence was filled with Lavi's mindless chatter about who was who, and what each person was like. Allen seemed more interested in the terrain. A barren, mountain like area, from what he could tell. Of course, he only knew that because of picture books he had stolen when he was younger - the area he lived in was a lifeless shithole, and anything that could distract him was welcome. It was a bonus when the distraction was colorful and he understood what it meant. Books with words were absolutely ineffective entertainment.

There was one thing that was bothering him, a problem at the same level as his white hair. It was a problem on the same insane level as his hair being white.

He couldn't hold a frown, or a grimace, or anything like that. It felt like all of his face muscles had died long ago and were only starting to regenerate. This was an extremely weird feeling for the boy after scowling his entire life. A soft expressions on a person's face was a sign of weakness, and those who smiled were easy prey for anyone looking to give a beat down.

Allen was proud to say he was never in a fight because of an inability to frown. Now, fighting because he refused to bow down before someone happened multiple times a day, but that was just the law of the land.

"We should go through the back door, get you to the dojo first. I think you should see Yuu and Lenalee first. Any more could be overwhelming." Allen looked up with dead eyes - he wasn't listening to a word Lavi had said.

"Okay." He said in a clipped tone before promptly ignoring Lavi again.

There was loud chattering coming from the right of them. Seemed some weird kid was making a fuss and people were about to beat him up for it. Allen spared a glance at the kid before continuing on his way, not caring that his guide had stopped.

Lavi looked towards Johnny, wanting to help the poor kid. He was obviously still messed up after Allen's disappearance and it would be great to help the boy, but Allen would be far too overwhelmed by the boy's complete breakdown when they would meet that it would just be better to allow for a reintroduction after Allen was used to everything. Lavi made a mental note to tell Johnny that Allen was alright once he returned Allen to the hospital room.

Sending a silent apology to the poor, scrawny boy, Lavi continued on his journey, leading Allen step by step while making sure he didn't get too distracted by the scenery.

"Oi!" Lavi called out when they finally entered the dojo. "Anyone here?" Half a second later, there was a very sharp sword at his throat.

"Planning to bother me again?" Kanda snarled. After Lavi informed him about Allen, he continued to pester the samurai in front of Lenalee - partially to keep up pretenses, and partially because it was extremely entertaining to see a grown man get annoyed at the smallest of things.

"Bloody hell! Can I get me one of those? Damn, that's sweet. Hey, lady, can I buy it off ya?" Allen asked, practically fangirling over the katana. "Tried grabbing me one out of the damned blacksmith's shop, but the fucking cunt saw me and threw knives my way. Weren't that sharp, so I couldn't even use 'em. Couldn't get close enough to the shitty store to even grab a belt after that. Fucking retard…" Allen trailed off, still grumbling about the store owner.

"Hey, Moyashi, what's wrong with you?" Kanda, though thoroughly pissed with the 'lady' comment, let it go in favor of figuring out why the damn kid was acting so weird.

"Moyashi? The fuck you saying?" Allen asked, genuinely confused. "That some language this bloody Order uses? 'Cause I already told you, I don't know what the bloody hell this Order thing is! I don't understand a goddamn thing about this fucking place!"

"See what I mean?" Lavi said, completely exhausted with having to explain what was going on. And he hadn't even started.

Only the rest of the Order to go. How was this going to work? Was he going to have the energy to do it? Answer; no, but he's gonna have to do it anyway.


"This is how the beansprout acted as a kid?" Kanda questioned after the entire explanation of what happened. "He's different." Stating the obvious was the only thing to do in this scenario, seeing as Lavi was already distracted with annoying Allen by being the 'little fuckhead(Allen's words) he is. Allen was working on his growling and disgusted looks in an attempts to get rid of Lavi. As amusing as it was for Kanda to see such a look on the Moyashi's stupid face (Kanda's words), it was beginning to piss him the hell off. The brat didn't seem to know anything outside of street smarts, and that included his pathetic way of fighting. He seemed to hide his arm whenever possible and seemed to try and stay as far away from Kanda as he could. Only Lavi was able to gain some ground, but that was most likely due to him being an invasive little ass.

This continued for a while as Kanda's tick-mark grew and multiplied. He was about to intervene so he could finally beat some sense into the two of them when the dojo doors opened. Lenalee walked in, not noticing anything as she turned to close the sliding doors. When turning back to face the center of the room, she froze.

"The fuck is it? That sket just keep staring. Didn't ya hear it's bad to stare, bitch? You're papered arse self didn't learn shit, huh." Lenalee blinked owlishly at the gentleman-turned-street rat.

"I'm sorry, but what did you say?" Allen opened his mouth to repeat his rudeness in a more inapropriate way before Lavi covered his mouth, giving off an apologetic laugh. Kanda had a sneer but didn't do anything more than draw his sword while Lenalee continued to stare, more horrified than she was before.

"Let me explain first. Basically Allen got messed up in the brain by some akuma and now can't remember what happened after he was about 8. Now he's reverted back to his younger self, someone named Red who is a cussing little boy who doesn't trust anyone or know what a button down shirt is. Again, that's the basic from what we can get out of the brat. We'll need to talk to Cross to see if this actually is Allen's younger self, but it seems to be him." Lenalee took a moment to process the new information, but was able to smile her normal, kind smile after she was finished.

"So we need to get him used to people and hope for him to remember us?" Lavi nodded as Lenalee walked over to where Allen was looking at the equipment and weapons. When he picked up spiked nunchucks to inspect them, Lenalee removed them from his hands and placed them back in their spot.

"Red, could you tell me about yourself? Anything at all?" Lenalee asked, speaking softly and in a calming manner in order to make him relax.

"I ain't a child. Don't talk like that." He said, attempting to punch her but stumbling. His body proportions were far different than he remembered, and the pull of his punch threw him off balance. The body he currently had was taller and much, much stronger than he remembered his old one to have. "God fucking damn it." He shouted, nursing his head where it hit during his fall.

"Sorry kid, but you got the mind of a child. You were the youngest when you came to us, but now you're even younger!" Lavi ducked under a punch before getting hit in the stomach with a knee. Allen was slowly learning how to control his new body through fighting, but that didn't mean he had good control of his strength. Lavi went flying into the wall.

"Oooooowww," Lavi moaned. Allen grinned, jumping up in the air in victory only to hit his head of the ceiling and mimic Lavi, earning a laugh from the redhead. Allen, not one to let that go, sent a swift - but clumsy - kick in Lavi's general direction before resting on the ground.

"This body makes no damn sense. Ol' people don't have this strength! What the Hell!" Grimacing, Allen continued to mumble about everything ranging from his body to the other people in the room and how life sucked. He grew up in a circus, for god sake! His body control was fantastic and he could do crazy shit in the air and everything! All that hard work was for nothing if he couldn't figure out how to move these giant body parts.

Life really wasn't fair. First the goddamn arm that he'd had since birth, now the fucking white hair and some messed up eye in addition to his fucked up arm. And there were the damn people trying to convince him his name was Allen or some shit when he just wanted to be called Red! Allen was a fucking dog's name, not a human's!

Those bastards just didn't know what they were talking about. The circus made so much more sense.

Even it it was more of a shit hole. It made fucking sense.