So I know it took me quite a bit to post this up, but I have a crazy college schedule. With that in mind though, it doesn't mean I'm just going to STOP writing this story. SO here you go kiddies… haha- I'm sooo 'hilarious' (not.) ;P
Hello again! Hah- wow! For the first time, I actually am doing like swell in developing the plot for this story, I think! It was sooo funny when I checked this story's status, and saw there was like 200 and something views in America alone. I screamed out in joy in my college's library "That's a looooot of hamburgers!" Cuz you know, we Americans consume those like crazy! Except me, cuz ever since Mad Cow came, I got freaked out. :P Cuz I'm paranoid like that.
P.S; when you see this; … on a separate line, it mean change of P.O.V, but not always, kay?
I don't own - I wish, but that's one wish Disney can't guarantee to make it come true, lol. I also don't own Chris. Well, onwards with the story, and I hope you'll enjoy! Maybe? :l
Chris had nowhere to run. The 'angel' grabbed him by the collar making a high pitched squeak that sounded horrendous to the brunette's ears. It wasn't until the 'angel's' Adams apple started to bop up and down, did he realized that the horrible noise was actually a laugh. It's disfigured, grubby fingers coiled around Chris's neck, and he instantly couldn't breathe.
"Tell me human. Do your so called 'angels' kill for the thrill of exterminating your pathetic race?"
Chris's vision was starting to fade. He didn't even feel the sharp pull, or his head hitting against the wall. "! U-uuuuhn…."
"- RETURN TO YOUR DOMAIN, AKUMA!"
"! 14TH! THE EARL AWAITS YOU…" Chris opened his eyes, but everything to him appeared blurry! On top of that, his head throbbed with a dull ache that seemed to only get worse each time he shifted even a bit. He could only vaguely make out the silhouette of a hooded figure in all white suddenly appear next to the 'angel'.
"-THEN TELL YOUR PRECIOUS EARL THAT THE 'INVITATION' HAS BEEN DECLINED." A loud scream soon followed, and Chris stepped back with wary, afraid the so called 'angel' had won. His breathing became more labored as he grabbed whatever nearest to him and use it as a weapon.
"Chris…" Someone sighed in front of him heavily. "It's me? Allen?"
"Oh- Sorry. Kinda hard to see right now… Is that angel gone?"
"Angel? Oh, no, no- that was NO an angel. That was an Akuma; more specifically, a Level Four." He felt Allen grab his shoulder and help him move, and he uttered a 'thanks'. "?! Chris- you're bleeding!"
"Really?" Chris asked blankly. "… How bad is it? Like 'Doctor stitches' bad, or 'bad' bad?"
"… What?" They both looked at each other.
…
"…. A Band-Aid's not gonna fix this, will it…"
Allen was about to reply when the ground beneath them shook violently… And then they came. Dozens upon dozens of black portals popped up around them, Level Fours creeping out of it, calling out to the Musician.
Allen assumed a defensive stance, standing in front of Chris to protect him in case they decided to attack with their blood.
The Exorcist had learned quickly that Level Four's tended to prefer to kill their victims by burning them to death with acid from their saliva, or even spewing out their poisonous blood like rain. So he wasn't taking any chances. "Chris." Allen spoke out to the unaware boy, making sure his eyes never left sight from in front of him. "Get out of here. It isn't safe."
With a snort, the latter just brushed off Allen's concern. "Nah~ screw safety. I can help."
"No you cannot. Level Fours' are dangerous, and you will only be getting in the way!"
Now that was a bitch slap to a man's pride.
Chris's temper rose at the slight jab, and he glowered towards the faint white silhouette of Allen. "What'cha think I am?! A woma-"
"-MASTER CHRIS!" Chris turned behind him. He knew without even seeing clearly his maids and servants stood a few feet away…
"Stupid! GET AWAY FROM HERE, YOU MORONS!" He yelled.
"We cannot Master Chris! You besides the Great Master- your father –are the only members of the Welt's left! You're the only heir! We will NOT allow you to die!"
Chris sweat dropped. As much as his ego loved their loyalty- right now wasn't the time for that. "Dammit- JUST GO ALREADY!" He could hear Allen fighting the level Fours, and by the sounds of it- the boy was overpowered. Cursing under his breath, he turned back to his workers, holding an authorative voice. "How do all of you expect to 'protect' me, if you're ALL DEAD?!"
"But-"
"- Go!"
"Chris!" the brunette whipped his head back to the Exorcist. His vision was starting to clear a bit, and he saw the white haired boy fending off a bunch of the Akuma's at once. "Is there some kind of underground bunker or a hidden chamber here by a chance?!"
Chris stopped to think. His mind raked through his memories of the Mansion, but nothing of the sort came up. "Um, no, I don't-" His eyes lit up at a certain memory that came to the surface. "- Wait, yes! My Grandfather! He had some sort of secret room in his library! He showed it to me a long time ago!" A wave of nostalgia hit Chris.
… That old man. Chris loved him so much. Before his little brother disappeared, their Grandfather would read them these amazing stories that Chris was sure he made up, despite his remarks that they were true. Their Grandfather also was a bit of a trickster, and he always told his brother and him all kinds of amazing secrets… The fact that he forgot….
The sound of metal ripping against flesh brought Chris back out of his thoughts. "- SPLENDID. Take everyone there and do NOT come out, okay?! No matter WHAT YOU HEAR."
"…"
More ghostly voices of Akuma filled the halls.
"14th"
"I feel him!"
"The Musician- he's here! ~"
Allen's voice rang out once more before he attacked. "GO!"
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Chris led his servants and maids to the old library in dead silence. After ushering all 80 of them in and locked the doors. The sounds of Akuma's were faint now, but it caused a heavy, stiffening atmosphere over us. The younger of the servants- just mere children –shivered in fear, huddling close to each other while those who had parents, hid their faces on their legs…
… My heart wrenched at the scene. I always secretly looked after the kids, making sure that Father never overworked them, or gave them dangerous chores, like grinding the meat, or sewing- but right now… I couldn't do anything to help.
… They were afraid.
How am I supposed to tell them it's okay, when I'm afraid too?
"… The room's right at the back." I reached an old, dusty shelve filled with large books. To anyone else- it would've appeared like any old, boring looking bookshelves. But I know better. Reaching up to grab the hem of an old, heavy leather bound Bibliography, I tugged it out. Immediately a whiny squeak was heard. The shelve folded in on itself, revealing a dark corridor with stone stairs leading underground. Maria- one of the maids that took care of his Father's library, gasped in surprise.
"Oh my! ~ you mean all this time, the late Master Welt held knowledge of this?!" She groaned. "… Imagine all the dust he probably collected down there… The late Master NEVER cleaned his work desk…."
I smiled at the fond memory, but the faint screams of the Akuma's stopped me from dwelling any further. "It might be a bit stuffy and the air stale down there, but you'll be safe at least. Grandfather probably still has a lot of the self-lighting lamps he made down there, so don't worry about tripping over anything. Just be careful."
"You're not coming with?" One of the kids asked, tugging on my neatly pressed trousers. His mother scorned him for 'ruining' my clothes, but I just waved it off.
"It's fine. And no, you guys go on in without me. I gotta help Allen."
"AND FIGHT THOSE THINGS- I THINK NOT!" Helga (the maid who woke him up) huffed out, raising her chin. I sweat dropped.
"Now really isn't the time, Helga…"
The old maid scoffed, but nevertheless shooed him away with her hand. "Well, then what the wait for? Shoo!" Flashing a smile to her, I got out of the library after locking it again, and headed towards Allen.
-~*~-^8*8^-~*~-
"THERE'S JUST NO END TO YOU GUYS, HUH!" I scoffed ripping through a nearby Level Four. No matter how many times I killed one, two more replaced it. I already lost count of how many I had killed before Neah told me they would just keep coming until I agreed to see the Earl.
My eyes narrowed at the thought. NEVER.
"14th" anger filled me.
"- My. Name. Is. AAALLEN!" his sword/arm collided with stabbing the Akuma in the head before it exploded. Vaguely, I could hear Neah chuckle at my outburst deep in my mind. "Is there something funny, Neah? Because surely you wouldn't find it funny had you have been the one to slowly lose your body to a complete stranger, especially one as creepy as you!"
…
Unbeknownst to Allen, Neah stabbed the throne repeatedly. Apparently, all that time inside the teen's mind cause him to get so much pent up anger. But hey- as long as he wasn't raping or pillaging the masses- all was good in the world.
Clank!
An Akuma appeared from under him, closing its sharp teeth… With the teen inside.
"!"
The Level four quietly descended towards its portal, but it never got to make it as Allen ripped an exit out of its stomach. He scrunched his nose up in disgust at the sight of slime dripping off him. Timcannpy hovered over the scene, and his wings fluttered in warning to his Master, flying in front of him. "? Tim- what's wrong?" But the white haired boy soon found the reason behind Tim's alarm.
… A sword stabbed right through the Akuma's heart.
… Allen's first thought was 'Ba-KAAANDA?!' but when he looked towards the source, he saw Chris holding a bunch of what appeared to be trophy swords in his arms. The older teen looked at him with a smirk, giving him a salute. "Yo."
"… You must either be incredibly courageous or incredibly stupid…"
"I prefer the first one." Chris eyed the Akuma, not understanding why it still wasn't dead. "I hit it in the chest."
"They don't die that way."
"? Immortal?" Allen rolled his eyes.
"No. Not to be taken as rude, but I'm the Exorcist- It's what I do, you know- kill them? You simply can't kill Akuma without innocence." Allen said boorishly, easily defeating the Akuma as a dozen more appeared. "How splendid! There are more of you…"
Chris just stood in his place, mouth agape. He didn't know the guy for more than a couple of hours, but it seemed as if the teen's personality took a 360 overnight! Just when he thought the Clown/Exorcist was naturally well mannered! "… Ass."
The new Akuma's all sprung in attack simultaneously, lounging at the two. Just when they were about to strike Allen, who had stood in front of Chris to protect him…
They froze. Allen gazed at them with curiosity as the dozen Akuma's retreated back to their portals.
… Now that was strange. "Alleeen~" Chris asked with wary. "What the hell just happened? That's not normal for them, is it?"
'Akuma's never stopped an attack and just leave abruptly.' The exhausted Exorcist thought, looking up at his golem. "Tim, did you happen to record it?" Timcannpy nodded. "Run the last few seconds back to me, please." Chris yelped in surprise when a big projector bulged out of the strange golden contraption's mouth. "… I see. The Earl probably called them back, but why? Where they needed elsewhere?" Allen thought aloud, while completely ignoring Chris's calls as he walked away.
"Yeah, so um, are they gone for good? Cuz then maybe I can start on repairing all the damaged walls and stuff?!" Allen laughed nervously.
"… Quick question; Are you going to give me a debt?"
(A while later inside the hidden room in Grandfather's Old Library ;) Chris's p.o.v
It's plain obvious everyone's shaken up by what happened a couple of hours ago. But I think they handled it pretty well. I mean sure- the kids were TERRIFIED, but hey! They don't work for the Welt's family for nothing!
Allen on the other hand, had a sour look on his face as he cleared his throat loudly, catching everyone's attention. "Everyone- I have an announcement to make." His hazy silvery blue eyes swept over each face. "I'm afraid I'm to blame for these attacks. Those monsters you all say you saw- they're called Akuma, and they have been hunting for me and will stop at nothing- even kill anyone who stands in their way! I humbly accept your hospitality, really! Especially you Chris, who offered to take in a complete stranger- but I'm afraid this is where the hospitality must end."
"? Allen, what are you-?"
"- As long as I remain in the Mansion, they will not stop searching for me until they get me! Which is why I'm so terribly sorry- but all of you aren't safe anymore!" Murmur arose within the crowd of servants and maids. "It's my fault they attacked! That is why I must leave at once before any of you get hurt!"
I frowned. "Hold up a sec'! You can't just up and leave! I said I would house you until you gave me info, remember?!"
- 'I'm looking for somebody… Maybe you might know who.' –
"Chris-" the somber white haired teen started. "- You do realize the dangers you and your workers are in? I'm not safe to just hang around. Anyone who does will either get killed by the Akuma, or hurt by me." I don't know what he means by the last part, but I'm not just gonna let Allen leave without any possible lead to finding my brother!
"Come on Allen- that was nothing! So I almost died, big deal! I have near death experiences like four times a week!" To make my point clear, I looked back at Helga, who nodded sternly with a scowl.
"It's true!" Allen hid a smile at this, but he had already made up his mind.
"… I'm sorry. I can't stay. I won't risk your lives."
"Huh." I scoffed. "Tell me Allen; are you grateful for me letting you stay at my Mansion?"
Allen raised a brow, not sure where I was going with this, but nodded. "Yes."
"THEN BE DAMNED, YOU'RE STAYING AND THAT'S FINAL!"
"I can't sta-"
"HELGA! CONFISCATE HIS BAGS! SEE? NOW YOU HAVE TO STAY!"
"…."
"OH, AND BY THE WAY- I DREW ON YOUR FACE WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP, SO YOU SHOULD PROBABLY WASH THAT OFF."
Allen groaned.
… -
Everyone was in frenzy after Allen's announcement of the Akuma possibly appearing again. The servants who typically hauled the heavy furniture around were now dashing to the Hidden room in the library, dragging enough mattresses and pillows they could. The children had taken up the duty to carry the sheets and extra lamps; while the maids helped the Chefs transport any foods that could be left out for a long period of time. Everyone in the Welt Mansion was relocating to the hidden room, in case the Akuma came back. I sighed, resting my head against the hall's porcelain vase table as I watched everyone.
… This was ridiculous. I, Christopher Welt- was going in hiding… No way. "I'm not a coward."
"Heeey." One of the children called out to another, stopping as they looked curiously at the sheets "Some of the sheets are missing?"
The other child quickly counted them all with his eyes as the others passed by, and his blonde brows burrowed as well. "Hey, you're right! They are! Maybe the grownups already took them?" The two children shrugged, continuing their way to the library.
Getting up, I dusted my dirtied trousers, and that's when I remembered.
… I hadn't seen Allen ever since he went to the 'bathroom'.
"… That little sneak!" I ran. After a while of searching most of the Halls and rooms, I ended up at the Guest Bed Chambers. Being as quiet as I could, I slipped in the room, and immediately noticed the smell of burnt oil- the same kind one would use to light up an oil lamp!
Allen had been in this room not too long ago, by the dying embers inside the glass. A slight breeze caught my attention, and I looked towards the balcony, narrowing my eyes as the stained glass doors were slightly ajar.
'The balcony.'
"I think that's long enough, right Tim? ~" Allen commented as he tied the last bed sheets together on the railing with a knot so tight, it would put a sailor to shame.
Tugging at it to make sure it wouldn't come off mid-climb down, Allen deemed it safe and swung it over the balcony's railing. He swung over it as well, but then remembered he forgot to grab his bag (more like luggage) that he had swiped from Helga without the old maid realizing. He reached a gloved hand over the railing, trying to feel for the rough leather material of the bag.
"… You forgot something." His hands meet his bag, and out of pure impulse, Allen said 'thank you'. But then he realized.
Just as he looked up, Chris looked back down.
After more intense arguing, and Allen's attempts at fleeing later;
Everyone greeted the two boys as they entered the large hidden room. Chris waved them all off, and immediately the room was filled with silence.
"Guys… I'm gonna to travel with Allen for a while."
"Master Chris!"
"Allen and me talked it over, and he's agreed to help me in my 'search'. Now I know what you guys will say, especially you Helga- 'No! it's too dangerous!' or 'You've never even been out of the town, you'll get lost' or-"
"- I'm going with you."
"See, I told you Helga would say tha- wait. What?"
"If you're traveling with Mister Walker-" Allen blushed at the title sheepishly "- then I will go as well. I don't care if you refuse; it's not your choice. My family has been serving the Welt's for SEVEN generations, Master Chris. If anyone should be there to serve you- it should be I."
Chris sighed, but he knew he couldn't change the old maid's mind. After all, she literally raised him up. "Fine. But the moment there's trouble, you go back, 'kay?!"
"Understood."
… The last heir to the Welt family left the Mansion later on that day.
Chris felt a little sad. Majority of the maids and servants had been there since he was a babe, and they had been the ones to keep him company and teach him whenever his Father went on his long business travels. In leaving them behind- he felt as if he were leaving family. Helga steered the carriage smoothly, and the brunette watched as the Welt Mansion became smaller and smaller in the distance, until it was gone completely. Allen watched the older teen carefully form his seat across him, understanding well what he was feeling right now.
He himself felt that way too, ever since he ran away from his home- the Order. Just as Chris was missing his workers, Allen had missed his friends as well. Everyone in the Order had grown to be a family to him. Closing his eyes, Allen decided to get some much needed rest after all the fighting he had to do today.
…
…. "'NEPHEW'!"
Allen awoke with a jolt, kicking his legs out of reflex. "Gah! Whuaaa?.. - Oh, Neah?" He blinked, it finally registering that he was back at the throne with Neah in his mind. Said Noah was currently staring at him with annoyance- and a bit too close. As he spoke, Allen could feel his breath tickle his face.
"Must you be so.. Angsty, dearest 'nephew?' cuz you always like- RADIATE PURE ANGST! It's rather depressing…" Neah said, blowing on his bangs with a boorish look.
Irked at this (and the uncomfortable closeness), Allen rolled his eyes. "Did you need me for something Neah, or are you just bored again." The teen quipped, causing the older male to whine.
"What- I can't just see you cuz I wanted to?! Well actually, yes, there is a reason why I called you. It's about the Earl." That pricked Allen's ears.
"… I'm listening."
"… Did you know he's a size Forty-Eight? Everything's custom fitted, can you believe that?"
"Tell me this? Seriously, Neah…"
"I know right?! Unbe- friggin' leavable! And on another note- WILL YOU STOP CHANGING THE WEATHER?! IT FRIGGIN' SNOWED FIRE TWO MINUTES AGO, ALLEN! FIRE! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!"
"OKAY ONE; HOW AM I SUPPOSSE TO KNOW?! AND TWO- YOU'RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE! MORE THAN USUAL! AND THAT'S SAYING A LOT!"
Neah frowned, rubbing his gloved hand deeply into his face. "Urgh, will you stop getting off-topic nephew…"
"ME? YOU'RE THE ONE GOING ON ABOUT THE WEATHER AND SUCH!"
"Look, what I wanted you to know is that the Earl will stop at nothing until you agree to join his side, and let me take over." The Noah of music cringed a bit at his 'nephew's' pointed glare.
"Never. Going. To. Happen." Nah just waved him off.
"Whatever you say, dearest 'nephew'. Anyways, I think the fat man's planned a little surprise for you."
"Like what?"
"I noticed a while back at the town- you were kidnapped in-" Allen didn't even bother to correct him. "- that Mikky guy that looks a lot like me. You know- the Noah who Ki-" Allen interrupted him.
"I get it. His name is Tykki Mikk."
"- Well he was there at the town. Now I don't know why, cuz you know- I'm stuck in your mind and all, but I don't think he noticed it was you dressed up as the clown. But then again after all the Level Fours' you killed, I think he probably did." Neah smiled toothily, which only greatly annoyed Allen more. This was just one of the too many unpleasant conversations he had with the Noah.
"What's your point?"
"My point is that there's more going on than just me and you that you wouldn't comprehend. Remember that Japanese Exorcist and Alma Karma?" Neah looked like he was about to say more, but he suddenly frowned, glaring off at something in the distance. "Perhaps we should speak another time… By the way- I don't like how you're just easily parading with this Chris guy."
"What are you talk-"
Allen was pulled back into his body…
"It'll only be a matter of time before he realizes his fate, and accepts my offer~ SO WHY HASN'T THE FOURTEENTH DONE SO ALREADY, ROAD?"
"… Earl-tama- It won't be long. Allen will realize who he truly is, and you'll see Neah again! I just know it… Tykki will make sure it'll happen, Early!" Road giggled in his arms. "Oh, I really can't wait until then! I'll see Neah-kun again! Yaay!"
The Earl chuckled, patting he younger girl's head. "Yes, Yes- you're right. Tykki WILL make that happen. Wisely is also watching over the boy, and when the time's right, we'll make our move… Allen won't be able to refuse coming home then!"
"- and we'll be one happy family again! Like the old days!" At this, Road's large doe eyes glistened. Wisely opened a closed eye to look at the two from his seat across the room, a small smirk on his lips. Without a word, the Millennium Earl snapped his fingers- and Wisely went out to play…
Yes! Lol, finally the action comes around! I've decided that I'm going to draw a pic of Chris, and post it on DA as well as here, and I'll update on the A/N once it's done guys! Also, I'm sooo FREAKED OUT! I have an audition for AMDA- which is like the GO TO UNIVERSITY FOR PERFORMING ARTS! It's on Nov. 11, and for it I have to memorize 2 min.'s of a musical, 2 min. acting out a dialogue, and 2 min. of dance choreography. I'M SHITTING BRICKS HERE! On top of that, I haven't done any vocal warm ups since the beginning of summer, so my voice is waaaaay out of shape then when I actually had to practice every day (Cuz I was in an off-Broadway play in May, along with rehearsals.) It's really tough, along with my crazy schedule, but I know I can manage, and will do well in the auditions. Plus, I love musicals, so it'll work out? Anyways, I wanted to point out that Chris calling Tim a 'contraption' is the wording they would have used back then to call something that's a machine, and the child servant saying 'are you coming with?' as well. Now I know what you're thinking- 'zee, you lied! You said you would keep out the Victorian speech out!' But I only put in a little bit! lol