Hello all! Omg, I know I deserved to get kicked for updating sooo late from the date that I promised. It's not that I forgot, I just lost my train of thought with this story, and try to get rid of my writer's block with Lost and Found. Sorry about the unprecedented hiatus's. I will make it up to you guys.
In the last chapter, there was a bit of feedback about a specific dialogue between Chris and Allen. "That and we're not Christian! ~" Was in no way saying that one religion didn't believe in god over the other. Or the bringing up of the religions Catholic and Christian were bantering. The only reason I put it there was to in a way symbolize the fighting between both religions that have gone on throughout time, generations and history in the Old World (referring to before the invention of electricity, etc., and even way back than that. And even now, but less bloodshed than before.) So I apologize if there were any offense to that or misunderstandings. I went to a catholic boarding school run by nuns, which isn't the best way to learn about a religion or another religion because it's often biased depending on the instructor. And thank you to who pointed it out for me (don't want to mention a name because it seems impolite.) Well, onwards to the story- You might get a little confused- or a looooot, but bear with me! (horrible reference to Ending song of X'amd.) -_-' There's a reason for everything happening to Allen the way it is apparently…
Also, on my deviantart, I will be making a gallery folder, and also group for 'Lost and found'. It'll post short omakes/doujin's and sketches of Lost and Found characters, cuz I treat every fanfic version of Hoshino's characters as different people, which is kinda true when it comes to fanfiction, but I really like that cuz it ends up being just another part of them. The group is public friendly, I think it'd be really awesome if anyone who actually likes this story (.. are you out there?) draws team Helchrillen (Helga, chris, and allen, lol) and Lost and Found related stuff. That would be awesoooome! And I'll make folders for the different mashup teams I came up, like Team Bookworm- ya already know who, harharz, team Kanny, team protectors of whimsical musical dude (Lost and found's version of the protectors of Neah, you know, Mana, Marian,and –afgdhsfahdadagsf- TOO MANY SPOILERS!) My deviant art name is the same as here. Anyone can post in the l&f folder! group name LostAndFoundDGM.
^*^*^*^*^ ~ (Found, but still Lost; Dream) ~
[BLACK. A color even darker than the night sky enveloped everything, yet at the same time- nothing…
Nothing to be seen, heard- but I could feel. I could feel my body floating across this endless nothingness of a black sea that numbs every cell of my body. Yet- I felt empty, as if I had no body and my consciousness was merely there, but the whole me not really.
… Suddenly, this overwhelming sensation invades me. It feels like I'm drowning, but the darkness doesn't let me see. My arms flail frantically all around me, but there is no splashing of water. Or the coldness from it…
Just black.
'Where am I?'
…
…. There was a sound- a quick dull click, but I heard it loud and clear. It was as if my body burst to life at the sound. I suddenly had a burning sensation enveloping my throat, but I couldn't open my eyes even as more noises filled my senses. A harsh tug pulls me out of the black sea into light, and suddenly I could see everything. Separate grains of sand, pale alabaster toes curling between sheets of hot sand, the sounds of many children yelling and laughing at play. My head moved on its own, regardless of my attempts to stop it. I was at a park, it seemed. Someone close by let out a snort, laughing as I saw sand get kicked up in the air, landing in clumps on a lone tire swing tied up to a withering willow tree.
"… I've never seen you before. You go here?"
My head tilted upwards even though I tried not to… A rush of air filled my empty lungs, but another voice stopped me from saying something.
"FIRST DAY."
I can't move voluntarily, it seems, so I just stop trying to, ignoring the surreal feeling I suddenly was bombarded felt like I was a stranger in someone else's body, but it still felt eerily familiar.
A figure shadowed over me, and I felt myself coil in a bit with an overwhelming fear, but they only brushed past me. Relief washed over me when my head finally looked up towards the two figures, watching meekly behind brown locks.
… Brown… Had it always been this color..? Was it even my hair- wait… What even was the color of my hair? Suddenly, a boy with raven spikey hair that curled wildly in an unruly mess ran past me, heading towards the swing. The unruly boy let out an impish laugh as he looked back, and I just noticed a boy with fiery red hair in a bob looking past me as if I were a ghost. "First day, huh? Well, then why aren't you running around having fun! What are you, a people hater?" The unruly boy had meant his words has a rhetorical question without an answer, but was surprised when the other boy shrugged, kicking sand his way.
"Yeah."
The raven boy peered at him weirdly, before going on to ignore him.
The same impish boy walked down the cobblestone road, a light hop in his stride as he hauled a loaded red toy wagon with suspicious looking items in it, whistling a tune merrily. He feigned innocence when the old neighbors who lived across the street burrowed their heavy brows at his sight, bickering in a hushed mutter amongst themselves.
"Doesn't he ever stop messing around with folk?!" The old woman scowled, holding her frying pan closer as if the boy would suddenly turn cannibal and sprint towards her. "Always up to no good, that Trickster! ~"
Her husband let out a scoff. "Hn! How can he, Aggie, if his folk don't go aroun' disciplining him an' nuthin!"
The boy rolled his eyes, momentarily stopping right in front of their house (yet, still across the street from the old couple) to let out a 'bleh', sticking his tongue out and pulling an eyelid down as he did so. The couple could have sworn they saw little devil horns and a tail on the pesky little boy, but said nothing as a sigh of relief escaped their old lips when the Trickster resumed his walk down the street.
Brooding hazel eyes scanned each house humming quietly to himself as he thought. 'Hmmmn…. Let's see- who should I prank today? The Johnson's? Nah- I already egged their daughters last week. Ooh- The Peltley's! … Dunno, the last time I played a trick, they called the cops on me…' He saw Mrs. Peltley look out the window with narrowed eyes, slowly holding up a phone to her ear. The boy only waved happily towards her, before shaking his head slightly. "… Definitely not the Peltley's. Well, I'll at least hide their dog- not like they'll have evidence to prove it was me." The raven boy continued on his way, but not before making sure that he emptied out every milk jar sitting at all the houses front steps on their plants and roses, as well as ripping the freshly delivered newspapers. He hummed a merry tune after making sure he had caused enough mischief.
This was a daily occurrence for him. He lived 5 miles away from the small town, and every opportunity he took to wander around, the raven made sure to make the Town's people's lives as uncomfortable as he could. He was the Trickster, and he did have a reputation to hold after all. This had brought him back to Town today- Well that and his mom made him go to school today.
Upon reaching a familiar cul-de-sac, the boy stopped. A smirk found its place on his lips. "I know what I'm going to do today! ~"
… He was going to prank Holly Riggells. If there was something he hated more than eating his vegetables, it was this girl. Ever since he started school, it seemed that Holly was intent on trying to get on his good side and it was annoying. Although his brother would always give him a cryptic smile when he complained about her, and say that she just wanted to be around him, the raven thought differently.
[Flashback:
A boy with soft raven curls that fell in waves a little over his shoulders hummed merrily as he tended to a rose bush. The sun bore down heavily today, and he had to constantly stop to wipe the sweat of his temple.
A crash caused him to stop tending the rose bush and look back at his house. "?" The sound of the front door slamming, and heavy footsteps heading upstairs made him smile. A door creaked open and there was silence for a few seconds before slamming again and the footsteps rushed towards the back door. Not a second later he saw the back door burst open suddenly, and a disheveled boy walk out. He blinked, recoiling a bit as if he didn't expect him there.
"_a?! What're you doing outside- you just came out of a fever! You're gonna get sick again!" The boy chastised, kicking off his boots haphazardly as he walked barefoot to him. "And you're not even wearing a hat to block the sun. It's like you want to get sick again, _a…"
The curly haired boy smiled sweetly at the other. "Welcome home, brother! How was your day at school?" He laughed when his brother made a funny face, and stuck his tongue out.
"Boring as usual! And some stoopid girl kept asking me to play with her in recess! Gah! What's with that girl anyway?! She's annoying!" The other boy blinked, then suddenly giggled when he realized.
"Oh _h! Lucky! ~"
_h looked at his brother oddly, clearly not getting it. "Why?"
The curly haired boy closed his eyes with a dreamy sigh. "Because, somebody likes you, brother! What's her name?"
"AFSGDNGHS-W-WHAT?! N-NO WAY! Holly doesn't like me!"
"Oh! So her name is holly- so then that means she's the Riggells daughter."
"Hold on, why would Holly like me?!"
"Well brother, you said that she kept asking you to play with her, even though knowing how mean you can be."
Sniffle. "_a, you think I'm mean?"
"NO, I didn't mean it like that brother!" The curly haired boy hugged his brother tightly while apologizing. "Sometimes you can be a bit mean to other people, but I think that's because you don't have that many friends." He stated. "If you smiled more often… And maybe stop pulling pranks on them, then maybe people would want to be your friend."
His brother huffed with a pout. "Well…''
The curly hair stifled a giggle. "… I'd say you like this girl brother, with all the 'complaining you do! Next thing I'll know, you'll both be married to each other and with kids!" His brother gagged.
"Who would marry that annoying girl anyway?! Not me! Plus, its sooo obvious why she's asking me to play with her- she's trying to get to know as much of me to be able to strike! Keep your friends close and your enemy's closer, bro.".
.. His brother only sighed, going back to tend the garden as the thought of his brother ending up lonely and unmarried when their older made him want to do something about it… Just maybe- if he planned it all well- then his brother wouldn't end up all lonely after all. With a new resolve, the curly haired boy hummed merrily.]
He hated Holly Riggells. He really hated the way her poo colored hair always blew in the air too. He had once been on his way to buy groceries when she had walked past him, and he almost got ran over by an incoming carriage just because her ridiculously long hair had gotten in his face (and mouth, mind you.) The few times he would be at school besides helping his mother with the farm, Holly seemed to always make his day difficult. While everyone would avoid him like he had some kind of new mutant form of the chicken pox, Holly seemed oblivious to his death glares whenever she would try to sit next to him at lunch, or when she would try to join him in his regal tradition of self- burial in the sand pit, where he would pretend to be a hermit crab and try to bury himself underground to surprise any of his classmates who got too close to the sand pit.
… If Holly Riggells was trying to wage war- then he was waging it first. She was going down.
The raven haired boy smirked, seeing her parent's house across the street. Not caring about making a ruckus, the boy casually rolled up his toy wagon in front of her yard. Usually around this time, Holly would be heading out to the playground, going through the back door, so he was going to ambush her.
… PIG GRUEL. (A/N; in this case, disgusting mushy food they feed the pigs made up of things you'd rather not know.) He had brought enough from his mother's stable to drench someone completely. Top that off with some hen droppings, and a flask of skunk 'perfume' he managed to get, He was ready to cause some mischief!
"Alright!" The raven boy muttered quietly as he heard someone nearing the back door, and scurried along the side of the house with the buckets at his side. 'Man, this is epic!' The raven laughed, but it suddenly turned into a full blown screech at what he saw next. He dropped the buckets, unaware of its smelly contents spilling all over his weathered shoes. "W-what the hell!?"
… As if the world doesn't treat him shitty already…!
"…. You…."
There was Holly Riggells- drenched in permanent ink and feathers from head to toe. And the red haired boy with the short bob and red eyes. Noticing the raven, Holly's face scrunched up in anger, glaring at the two boys in front of her. "YOU TWOOOOOO! ~ You're both meanie heads!" Her angry eyes landed on the shocked raven boy, in a bout of anger, Holly stomped her way towards the raven and squeezed his cheeks hard. "I just wanted to be your friend because I like you!"
… A blush crept on the raven boy's face. 'S-she did like me?!'
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Holly ran past them inside her house. Pissed, the raven boy walked up to the red head, but froze when he heard Holly's parents yell at the sight of their daughter.
He winced. A groan escaped his lips. The one time he actually didn't cause mischief, and he most likely was going to be blamed. Sure, the red haired idiot did it, but once her parents saw him, he'd be pegged the culprit. Both boys ran, leaving behind the 'evidence'.
_=_=-^-=_=_ (A few minutes later ;)
Panting heavily, the enraged raven trotted up to the other boy, bopping him harshly on the head. "You IDIOT!"
The two boys had managed to outrun Holly's older brother, and with realization, the raven haired boy turned to the other, mustering up the ugliest, hateful glare he had.
…
The redhead looked at the shorter boy oddly. "Ya look like ya need to take a poo…"He raised a brow. "Wait; was that ya attempt at a glare? It sucked ass."
Gasp. The raven let out a sharp yell, pointing a finger unto the other's nose. "Ooooh- you cursed! Wash your mouth with soap!"
"Whatever. What the hell is ya problem?" The redhead hit him on the head back.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"? Hitting me first, duh."
The raven blinked. "… Oh… Yeeeeah- WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT TO THAT ANNOYING GIRL?! NOW BECAUSE OF YOU, THEY'LL BLAME IT ON ME AND THINK THAT I DRAGGED OR FORCED YOU INTO THIS!" The other boy shrugged. "And I'll get all the blame while you walk as a free man!"
"What, you like her' o ' somethin?"
The raven's cheek blazed scarlet, and he jumbled incoherent words as he tried to prove otherwise. "N-noooo! Ew, w-who would l-like that ugly girl? Plus, don't you know girls have cooties?!"
"…. Right- ew. So…. If I'm all' a blame, how come I saw ya with them buckets- I don't know what stinks, but I'm fuckin' sure whatever fell from the bucket on ya shoe's stink as hell, and was for that cootie girl."
"Uh, nuooooo…"
"…"
"….."
"… Ya a horrible liar."
"S-shut up! Look, I was supposed to be the one to prank her, not you, so butt out of my business!"
"Who said I was in it? I did it cuz I wanted to, dumbass!"
"Stop cursing, Mr. Potty mouth!" The raven huffed, but slowly, a gleeful smile spread on his face. "… But I have to admit- permanent ink and feathers? Classic!"
A look of disbelief crossed the redhead's face before he too had the same smile as the raven. "I know right?! She totally fuckin' fell for it, what dumbass!"
The two boys laughed like they had just heard the world's funniest joke.
"…." Calming down, the raven walked up to the other boy and gave him a playful pat on the shoulder, while trying to stop his laughing fit from starting up again. "-Hehe, I like you." He said bluntly, giving the other a toothy grin. "You have a sense of humor. My name's Neah. Neah Walker. I need a partner in crime to cause mischief and take over the world and stuff. You want in?"
The red head shrugged nonchalantly, taking Neah's extended hand and shaking it with a smirk. "Fuck yeah. It's' bout time this boring ass place got shoken up and shit. I'm in. I'm Marian Cross by the way."
A silly smile spread on Neah's lips. "Marian? That's a girl's name-!"
… He almost didn't dodge a kick to the face.
"- fuckin' say that again, and I'll rip ya face off!"
For some strange reason- he felt that having this boy's alliance wouldn't be bad. Maybe he'd finally be free from his never ending boredom living at the farm.
…
/*/
(Years later, Neah and Marian are in their mid-teens)
"- Oi, slow the fuck down, will ya?!"
Neah looked back at the haggard sounded voice, laughing at Marian. Said redhead was slouched slightly, holding himself up with a hand resting on a tree. He clutched his chest as he panted, flaming red hair strewn all over and blocking his face. "Ya going waaay too fuckin' fast, asshole!" He literally hissed at Neah.
Neah waved the insult off from across the wheat field, sitting himself down on a large rock next to him. "Marian, baby! ~" The tanned raven cooed with a tease. "Don't tell me you're tired already! We're not even done with the race."
Marian's head snapped up so quick, that Neah wondered how he didn't get whiplash. "Number one; don't ya fuckin call me by my first name, or my first name with a fuckin' lovey dovey nickname attached to it. Or my first name period. Second; I never agreed to race ya in the first place! It's damn hot, and I think I lost like 10 pounds chasing after ya!" Neah opened his mouth to say something, but Marian started his speech before anything came out of his mouth. ""And don't ya even dare to say that if I didn't agree, I wouldn't be running after ya- ya took my shoe. Wait, where the fuck is it?!" Red eyes searched his hands, but didn't see anything.
A toothy grin erupted on Neah's face as he giggled. Yeah…. GIGGLED. "But you see, that's what I've been trying to tell you for like the past 20-something minutes! In between the death threats- (and the random nature being thrown my way)- I was trying to tell you that I dropped it somewhere... I don't remember where though. Sorry."
Marian face palmed. "Yer an idiot. Ah, fuck it. I hated them shoes anyway. They were way too tight."
Neah tilted his head, watching idly as the redhead slumped down, resting his back against the tree. Curious, he jogged his way to Marian, and sat down next to him. "You can borrow one of Mana's. I'd say mines, but this is my only shoe that's still intact." They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the shade from the tree, and robin's chirping above them.
It was relaxing. The raven always found it easy to fall asleep under the old Oak tree, especially during skin melting days like this one. Whenever the hot wind blew, there was the strong smell of the wheat field around them, but he didn't mind. He was used to it, although Marian seemed to want to sneeze all the time.
… Plus he looked annoyed, but the redhead always looked like that.
Neah watched the other from the corner of his eyes before deciding to break the silence. "… You know." He trailed off, knowing that even though Marian showed no signs that he was paying attention, he was. "That girl Cecile in English class? You know, with the black hair?"
"… Yeah, what about her."
He didn't miss the disinterested tone, but Neah rolled his eyes at it. "What about her he says…" With a sigh, he continued. "I think she likes you."
"Pshhh- no fucking way!" Marian turned to him with an 'are you serious' look.
"What?! I actually think she's pretty cool! Come on, you have to admit she's not annoying like all the other girls. She's quiet, shy, smart, has a good personality, and she can cook! Hell Marian, that sounds mighty perfect! Marry this girl- quick! Before she's taken!"
Marian rolled his eyes.
"Sob. I'd expect sumethin' like this from yer brother."
Neah whined. "At least think it through?! I think she's really cool, so she can't be bad. Come on, live a bit! We're teenage boys! Let your hormones rage a little!" Marian stared at him.
"Seriously, I'd expect this from yer brother…" Neah rolled his eyes a bit.
"Think about it though- we are teenagers now. Maybe not that long ago we still thought girls as icky and cootie queens…" Neah stopped as if he were about to say more, but resumed. "… Sure, maybe romance is like the last thing on my mind too, but!" A dreamy look crossed Neah's dark brown eyes. "I wanna know how it feels like to you know, be in love. Momma and Mana say it's the most beautiful feeling in the world. I know, it's stupid, and embarrassing- DON'T JUDGE ME MARIAN!" Neah trailed off, yelling at the offending look he was receiving from the red head.
"OH GOD- YOU'RE TURNING INTO A PANSY…"
Neah ignored that. "Whatever. Hey, I was thinking about what we're going to do for the Valentine's school ball on Friday."
Marian scoffed. "Obviously not go to it, ya moron. What the fuck, Neah?"
"I meant think about a way to sabotage it, Mr. Smarty pants." Neah's voice dripped with sarcasm. "If you wanted to go to the ball then go- But you'll have a hard time finding a girl who would actually stick with you through even the entrance with that nasty attitude of yours!"
"Fuck off, Neah. Like ya even can get a date. No girl would wanna be yer date' cuz ya weird and immature!"
Neah gave him the iciest glare he could muster. "… You don't know that for sure! I have ten times the more people skills than you have! Which automatically means I have twice the ladies skills than you?"
"Yer mom doesn't count Neah." A dark blush crept on a flabbergasted raven.
"I-I meant Mona, jeez Marian!"
"Mona's my cousin. She don't count either."
"Uh, yes she does! Whatever! If I wasn't always hanging around you, then a lot of people would try to talk to me."
"Then prove it. Tomorrow. If ya can even get one person to talk to ya the whole lunch period, then I'll take up Mana's offer." Marian said coolly, smirking as he pulled some grass between them.
Confused, Neah looked at his red headed friend. "Mana's offer? Oh! You mean when Mana tried to teach you manners?" A twisted smile crawled on his dry lips. "Oh, I can't wait till I see that... What about if I lose- which I won't."
"If ya lose, then ya have to ask HOLLY to the ball, and dance with her." Neah's eyes widened like dinner plates, spluttering nonsense as he tried to choke his friend.
['I just wanted to be your friend because I like you!']
"Are you flipping crazy, Marian?! That girl hates my guts after what happened!"
Marian closed his eyes in annoyance, thinking that if he didn't see him, he might go away… Didn't work. "I hate yer's too, and look at' cha- ya still standing. Yer'll be fine, idiot. Plus, ya gotta stop being such a wuss and try and talk to the girl. Maybe she forgot all about it…."
Slowly, Neah let go of the red haired teen, looking at the ground as his bangs covered his face. "… Whatever."
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…
…. I can see that darkness again. Along with the alien feeling. It was strange, really. Having the intense feeling that you weren't in your own body, but I realized that this time, wherever the darkness dropped me off to, I could move on my own. My eyes opened.
… Dark brown and red eyes stared back at me.
"Hey, are you okay?" A bright tenor voice spoke out withworry. I looked at the one who spoke, noticing the familiar wild unruly hair.
"Oi, Neah- ya were supposed to catch the damn ball, dumbass."
The raven, whose name was Neah apparently turned to push the other's shoulder gently. "Marian, you're an idiot! It's not my fault you have bad aim! As far as I know, you're supposed to kick the soccer ball in the direction of the one being goalie, NOT like 20 feet away from the goal!"
The other boy- Marian leaned over the raven, looking towards my direction with disinterest. "No wonder ya got knocked out- ya scrawny as hell kid!"
I recoiled a bit at his harsh tone, hiding my face behind my brown hair. "S- sorry…"
Neah tilted his head in confusion. "Eh? For what?"
"What the fuck is this asshole apologizing for?"
I felt my cheeks get hot. This Marian guy was pretty intimidating! Especially with the threatening look he was giving me. "I-I probably messed up your game now…"
The Neah guy smiled, waving it off. "Oh, it's no big deal! Don't pay mind to my feisty friend over here, he has a people skills deficiency. It's called the Asshole Syndrome."
I was surprised when a small laugh escaped my lips. "P-People skills deficiency?"
The raven nodded. "Yup. You know how some people don't have enough vitamin-c and need to stay out in the sun? Well my friend over here doesn't have enough people skills to have a proper conversation…" A sad looked crossed over his face. "It's a sad condition, I know… So far the only cure for it is to be a complete asshole to everyone."
"Shut the fuck up, Neah!"
"See what I mean?" He laughed. "But you are okay, right? No lingering headache or anything? The soccer ball hit you pretty hard on the head, and then you fell! I thought for a second we had killed you or something! … Sorry about that."
I shook my head. "No, it's alright, I feel fine. Really."
"That's good! My name's Neah Walker by the way. Mr. Asshole over here is Marian Cross, but don't call him by his first name, he hates that. What's your name?"
"… I don't really have a name…"
Neah looked confused at this. "What do you mean you don't have a name?"
"… Well, I do, but I don't like it…" I watched quietly as Neah's face changed softly to one of understanding.
"Oh. Well, you can't walk around nameless!"
"Yes he can…"
"Marian, don't start…."
"…."
"Hmmn…. Let's see…. Why don't you call yourself Nate, or Liam, or Elijah? You seem like an Elijah."
"I-I'm not particularly fond of those names."
Neah thought for a second before nodding in agreement. "Yeah me too. Wow, this is actually really hard." They both heard Marian scoff.
"Look brat, ya said ya had a name, so fuck it if ya ain't like it, it's ya fuckin' name. I hate Marian, but it's still ma name."
"Wow Marian, ignore all the curses (and bad grammar)- and that was actually some pretty good advice. Surprisingly." Neah turned back to me with a soft smile. "I take it people don't usually do this."
I shook my head.
Suddenly, Marian shoved Neah out of the way, crouching down my level to get a better look at my face. I flinched when I felt my hair being moved back, and Marian's piercing red eyes came into my view. "… Ya look really familiar, brat." Curious, Neah also crouched beside him, and realized the truth behind Marian's words.
"Yeah, you're right! We have seen you before!" The tanned raven exclaimed loudly. "Weren't you in our class in elementary? And I'm pretty sure you're in some of my classes too." He pointed out.
"I think the brat has Gym with me."
"And you're in my English class!"
"… Yes, I am…" Neah smiled at me again.
"Cool! So then I have to know you're name now to say hi to you in school on Monday!"
"…"
… Should I tell these two my name? I could feel that I didn't want to, but found it easy to ignore it once I looked over at Neah clearly. He didn't seem like the others who would ignore me or make fun of me in school. I knew he wasn't a jock because he was too slim to be, but I wasn't sure about his friend Marian… But maybe these two weren't so bad? After all, people would make fun of them too.
'… Maybe they're like me…. They don't belong anywhere.'
"… Auron Black."
Neah muttered my name a few times, trying out how it would sound if he said it. Surprisingly, I actually liked the way he said it. "Auron? I like it! Its exotic- a bit hard to pronounce correctly, but it's unique. Waaay manlier than Marian…."
"I'LL FUCKIN' RIP YA HEAD OFF, NEAH! DON'T START WITH ME!"
Neah just ignored the threat. "So Auron, you want to play soccer with us? It's way more fun if there's more people."
I felt my head shake in agreement. "… Alright."
…
…
…. The darkness came back, and I could feel myself get pulled out of whoever's body I was in, and whisked away….
….]
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(Meanwhile ;)
"Boooo-rrrred." Chris said drawled out suddenly, dragging himself to the couch and throwing himself as violently as he could on it. It's been a week since they had last traveled, and Chris couldn't take it anymore.
… He was BORED.
There was literally nothing to do in the Town they were currently staying in. The streets were mostly populated by food merchants, so besides eating himself full (with money he managed to sneak without Allen realizing- which shouldn't even be considered stealing since it's his money)- Chris hadn't found not even a park so far!
… It left him wondering what the locals found as entertaining here.
With a sigh, Chris sat up staring at the clock on the wall intensively, as if just staring at it would cause it to explode. "I'm Sooo Fucking Bored! Helga's grocery shopping and Allen's asleep! What the hell am I supposed to do?!" … A mischievous smile slid on his face as he stifled a laugh. "Allen's asleep, hehehe! Time for some Welt mischief!" Running towards the small kitchen, Chris grabbed some ice cubes in a small cup and crept his way towards the room he and Allen shared. There was no reason for them to share a room- The 'little' money Chris had taken with him when they started this crazy adventure was still nowhere near half way through, but of course, Allen insisted they cut down all costs he thought of as unnecessary…
… Which for Chris meant no new leather vest, or that imported silk dress shirt he saw on display in the only remotely upscale boutique he saw not far from where they were staying. Chris was starting to think of Allen as stingy… It was near Christmas anyway, and the brunette at least wanted to be able to by a few things. He sighed.
Reaching the room, he quietly entered, holding in a snicker when he saw a messy bob of tangled white hair peeking out of the gray sheets.
Allen seemed to be sleeping in more than usual lately. The white haired teen was always the first awake, spending the whole morning training before Helga woke up to make breakfast, yet he was always the last one to fall asleep. Sometimes Chris would try to stay awake until Allen came back to pester him with questions on why he would leave, but he would always knock out before midnight.
With a smirk, the brunette loomed over the poor unsuspecting boy, holding the cup as he slowly pulled off the covers. "Wakey, wakey Allen!" In a flash, the cup was gone, being dumped in the hem of Allen's pants.
…. But the white haired Exorcist did nothing. In fact, his skin felt as if he were burning up!
"? EH?" Puzzled, Chris parted the boy's hair, slapping him roughly on the cheek. "Allen..?" He shook the boy, but again nothing. "Jeez, dude- what did you eat or drink to get yourself this knocked out?!" The boy didn't move a muscle. Frustrating, Chris sat on the edge of the bed, glaring down at the boy as he let in a large intake of breath before closing his eyes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
… But again- the boy didn't budge… Come to think of it, it didn't even look like he was breathing…..
Chris almost knocked his elbow against the bed stand as he turned his chest directly at the boy. His eyes widened when he felt Allen's off-beat breathing. "SHIIIT-"
"- Master Chris? Is everything alright, you -" The maid never got to finish.
"Something's wrong with him!"
"?" Helga raised a brow. "Why does Mr. Walker look in pain? Did you do something?" She snapped, and stopped when she looked over the white haired teen with exasperation. "Mr. Walker is asleep, Master Chris..."
"I know that! But he's not waking up! I tried slapping him awake, hell- even put a cup of ice down his pants and he hasn't even moved an inch! The guy's a light sleeper- just the tiniest noise wakes him up!"
The old maid knew this was true. Allen had mentioned once that being under constant attack by those things the white haired boy called Akuma's caused many of his comrades to develop… Strange sleeping patterns and habits. She had witnessed Allen once almost decapitate a bird that had hopped in his room early one morning whilst she put his clean clothes in the dresser.
… Yet the boy was asleep when it happened…
"That is quite odd…" Helga agreed as she made her way to the teen, her lace boots clicking on the wooden floor. Her thin, svelte fingers brushed softly against the alabaster skin that peeked from his throat, almost immediately coiling back. "Something wrong indeed! He's burning up! He has fever." Helga muttered incoherent words, before turning to Chris. "Master Chris, would you be a dear and fetch me my medical bag? It's under the bed in the room I am in."
Chris raised a brow. "You brought that heavy thing with you?" He didn't make another comment, and ran to get the bag.
Looking back at the feverish boy, Helga rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his blouse with a blank look, her 'Matron Nurse' mode kicking in. "Honestly, Mr. Walker- you seem perfectly healthy..! Oh well, even they get sick as well like the rest of us, I suppose." Helga parted the Exorcist's eyelids open. "?" A perplexed look crossed her face when she noticed Allen's eyes weren't moving. "NO rapid eye moment. He might be unconscious… But even then there is rapid eye movement, so why isn't Mr. Walker..?"
Without warning, Allen let out a sharp intake of breath, lurching upwards so far that his back was bent in a backwards bridge.
"!"
Helga's eyes widened in realization. "CHRIS!" The maid was so panicked that she forgot to use his title. "- Get in here! NOW!"
After a few seconds, Chris burst through the door, taken aback at seeing his maid holding down Allen as he thrashed about wildly- Chris didn't question why, but it took him a while to get the boy to even move an inch back down the bed with all the trashing he was doing. "Helga, what the hell is happening to him?!"
"Less questions, Master Chris! Keep holding him down! He may injure himself if you do not!" Helga screamed, rummaging through the bag as Chris took over.
"I-is he having a seizure?!" Chris screamed back, almost blacking out when a bony elbow socked him in the face. The brunette hissed, shutting his eyes as stars sprinkled into his view. 'Shit, that hurt like hell! Allen may look scrawny, but he hits like a pro-wrestler..!'
…
…. Foam spilled out from the Exorcist's mouth. "U-uhhhhh- Helga?!" Chris squeaked, the convulsions growing more violent.
Chris was too busy trying to hold Allen's neck down so that he didn't break it, but literally screamed at the sight of a large needle with suspicious looking liquid inside. "What the Hell, Helga?!"
"A muscle tranquilizer to stop the convulsions, but…" Helga stopped, as if confused.
"What?! What is it?!"
"… Well, Mr. Walker is an Exorcist, right? I'm not sure if their circulatory system is the same or if they need a higher dose-"
"- WELL, HE'S DYING OF A SEIZURE, SO I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S HUMAN!"
Prepping the needle, Helga placed it over Allen's chest, and swung it down swiftly…
-^*^*^/^*^*^-
… It had been almost half an hour since the Exorcist's convulsions calmed down to a stop, but his breathing was still ragged. Chris was sitting against the wall outside of Allen's room, knees tucked in against his chest, resting his head on them.
"…"
… If only he could will his eyes to close, for even just a second, maybe he could get his mind to stop racing, and get some sleep. Allen seemed to be getting worse, and his maid couldn't provide him with any explanation or reason as to why all of this was happening. It just didn't feel real.
… The Allen lying there on the bed as still as death was not the dashing young gentlemen he met. That was not Allen. Allen Walker was always perfect. That person lying on the bed was a Mess.
He didn't even know what time it was, but his stomach grumbled. He had already eaten lunch before the whole thing happened, so that meant it was getting near dinner. Plus the sunlight was fading… Chris almost fell sideways from standing up too quickly when the door next to him opened softly.
Helga looked down at him softly with a gentle smile. "Are you alright." Chris glared at her sudden, out of place question.
"I think I'll live. Not so sure about Allen though…" the halls got quiet. "… How is he?"
Helga almost missed it because he said it so low, but the old maid caught it… He was afraid for Allen.
"… Mr. Walker is far from fine." The old maid said slowly, trying to find the right words as to not make her Master more worried. "… But he is better, thankfully."
"Ah." Chris let out a strained sigh, leaning back on the wall. "You said he was in a sleep-like state… So… That means there's a possibility he may never wake up, then?"
"…" He looked up as Helga placed a hand on his shoulder. "There isn't much I can do…"
… Without another word Chris left, leaving his maid all alone.
(With Neah; )
"- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
There weren't many things the Noah of Music was afraid of. This was the man who loved to spread mischief around like an epidemic, not caring about the consequences. The man who always gave his all, would and did sacrifice everything, even died for his brother. He was also the man who dared turn the other cheek and betray the Millennium Earl. TWICE.
Yet here he was screaming his head off like a little girl, all because of a certain volatile- and unpredictable teenager's mood swings. And even as the tree he was holding onto lost all its leaves, Neah still screamed his head off, almost not hearing himself over the deafening roar of the Thunder Storm up above him. "DAMMIT ALLEN, THIS. HAS. GOT. TO. STOOP!"
… Yes, even with his voice suddenly cracking into an uncanny pitch for someone his age- Neah refused to let himself get overwhelmed by some teenage boy drama king. He'd rather relive his own death than that. As if trying to call his bluff, the Thunder got louder, and rain, hail, and snow started to fall… Upwards.
"Gah!"
… But of course! Neah's frown almost threatened to consume his whole face. With his darling 'nephew' being so damn special, the rain was actually acidic, the snow somehow mysteriously causing everything around him to go on fire, and the hail- Well, it was the size of a horse….
"… Allen." Neah hissed through all of the noise around him, not even screaming as the tree he was still holding on got derooted. "THIS IS STOOOOOOOPID!"
… just fucking GREAT…
(Chris pov)
[You know when something bad happens, and you think to yourself 'shiiiit, no way my life can get worse than this!' you get this uneasy feeling in the bottom of your stomach, and your skin's all thingly and stuff? And then the feeling gets worse?
… Well, it always gets worse…]
I sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. This place was starting to piss me of, maybe because it's the longest we've ever been in one place. It would be crazy if we traveled with Allen being in the current state he is... That, and it would look pretty suspicious. I sighed (I know, I do that a lot) and closed the "Hey, Helga!" The old maid yelled back after a few seconds.
"Yes, Master Chris?"
"I'm going out for some fresh air." I yelled back, tying my neck tie. "I'll be right on the bench in front of the Inn, Okay? If Allen gets bad again, just yell for me." I didn't even have to see her expression to know that she didn't like the idea, but she went back to tending to Allen.
… As much as I wanted to help- I know there's nothing I can do… Another sigh escaped my lips. "Ah, dammit, that's like my catchphrase!"
… I was annoyed. Sure- if I had super brute strength like Allen or something, then maybe I could do something!
….
Pout!
… But Nuoooooo, I had to be born just a simple 'noble' and not some cool Exorcist like Allen! The last time we had even come across an Akuma was when I first decided to join the strange, albeit gentleman clown- and I was about to die. If I had a cool innocence like Allen, I betcha I wouldn't have to wait for the shrimp to save my ass… Wait, what was Allen's innocence anyway? I never got to see him use it since it's been a long time since we saw an Akuma. Except that one time he used that giant sword thing? But then again, he was missing an arm!
Suddenly overwhelmed, I grabbed my head. "Why am I not surprised though. It's Allen freackin' Walker- the dude's like a walking legend of mystery!
"-You are sure that the boy is here, right? That eye of yours isn't exactly precise."
…. Huh. I must be hearing things… There's no way I just heard a strangers voice downstairs in the living room.
"Quiet, now."
I froze. That voice seemed all too familiar. 'No way…' Pressing my back against the wall, I crept to the kitchen, peering at the mirror across the living room. I gulped, seeing the outline of two figures near the couch and table. 'Shit- what the hell is going on?! I'm not strong enough to handle some potential burglars! And Allen's still not up…'
The familiar voice spoke again. "Human, I know you're near." I tensed. Another voice, this one unfamiliar spoke up.
"Ah, so the rumor about him traveling with a civilian is true, then! ~ Excuse me, but I surely mean you no harm." The stranger's smooth baritone voice drawled out like flowing velvet. "If you'd let me, I wish to speak with you."
… I cursed inwardly. For once I'd have to agree with Allen as stop being a wiseass. I'm in no position for that with the way things are looking… And the bad vibe I've had all week since Allen got bad is making me feel nauseous. "Okay, you found me out." I got up and slowly made my way to the living room with my hands up, smirking at the stranger. "Ooh, nice blouse- that's imported Serigiano Ferrine, right? From the Chinese Emporium silk collection. Nice." I nodded my head in approval. The guy must have been in his mid-20's, with long, wavy black hair in a neck ponytail and cocoa colored skin.
The wavy haired stranger looked back at me with a raised brow, before smiling the kind of smile that would charm any woman. "Thank you. I also like the Cederrici blouse you're wearing. The vest compliments it."
I grinned back. "Thanks!"
The sound of someone clearing their throat caught our attention. I almost let out a scream when I saw just who it was.
"YOU! YOU'RE THAT TURBAN HEAD GUY WITH THE WEIRD FOREHEAD!" I yelled, my eyes widening. "…. Uhhh- what was your name again..?"
'Turban head' guy sweat dropped, looking a bit miffed. "… Wisely…"
"Hmnn." Okay, so maybe I seem calm right now, but I'm actually frickin' the fuck out. This was the guy Allen said that could read and manipulate people's minds. I'm no match against him, the last time I saw him, he brought up unwanted memories… Plus, Mr. Fancy over here seems like he could kill me before I even see the final blow come. I'm gonna have to play it safe.
The wavy haired man looked in between us. He was sitting down at the edge of the couch's arm rest with a leg crossed and a certain air hung over him. I inwardly smirked at this… So this guy was a noble too. "Let's try this again, shall we? Hello. Is Allen home?" Wisely looked over at me with a taunting smirk, sitted in a Buddha pose on top of the table… Weirdo.
"Christopher Welt-" The way he said my name made Goosebumps run across my back. It sounded horrible. "- How nice it is to see you again." A wicked smile crept unto his face. "How's your brother doing?"
Blood rushed to my head. "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"
The stranger interrupted Wisely. "Now, now, Wisely. You're being rude- we did barge in uninvited, so be a little more courteous." He looked over my way, apologetic. "Sorry about that by the way. Wisely wanted to knock the door down, but I stopped him from doing so."
I kept staring at him, peeved at how the day seemed to just get worse everything I hoped for the opposite… "How nice of you…" I couldn't help the sarcastic retort roll off my tongue. There's a Noah, and a stranger, and I'm being a wiseass. Allen would soo kill me if he knew what was going on. "Sorry. Allen can't really see you guys right now. He's kinda busy at the moment snoring his ass off…" Not technically a lie or truth, but whatever.
"Oh, I doubt He's too busy to see little old me! ~" The man on the couch laughed heartily, standing up. "Allen and I are very good pals, you see. We go way back. I'm sure he's very exhausted, but can spare a few minutes for me? I won't take too long, and I'll give you my word if you let us speak to him, we'll be out of your way." He offered.
"Eeeh, gotta disagree with you, buddy. Allen's my friend, and I'm not letting my friend get kidnapped by a Noah, and a stranger who dresses to the nines. NO offense and all, but you're both really shady looking. Letting Allen get kidnapped by two shady guys to fulfill some fat Earl's obsession would really look bad on my part." My smile faded, eyes narrowed when I noticed the easy going vibe on the wavy haired man slip for a second, before he smiled at me again, walking up to me and stopping less than a foot away.
"Interesting. You seem to know a lot about us…" his voice dropped. "Exactly what do you know."
I shrugged. "Depends. I don't know who you are."
"I'm Tykki Mikk. The Noah of Pleasure. Surely the boy, Allen, spoke kindly of me."
"So you're Tykki! Yeah! That asshole over there is Wisely, but I identify him as 'Turban guy', 'Turban head', 'monkey eyes', and 'Triclops'. Or 'FUCKER'… I personally prefer the last one."
Tykki chuckled at Wisely's face. "And me?"
"Yeah, Allen's all crazy about you! You're Tykki Mikk; 'the asshole who believes that he is a gentleman, but is actually the world's biggest nympho maniac.'" I smiled at seeing Tykki's peeved grin, knowing I struck a nerve. "Hey- those are Allen's words about you, not mine. We just met."
"Enough." Wisely said suddenly. "Mikk, we are wasting time." Tykki hummed in acknowledgement.
"Right- Christopher, was it?" I nodded. "We want to speak to Allen. We know he's here, so there's no use hiding him."
Wisely laughed. "He is a Noah after all. Noah cannot hide from their own kind. The 14th should have learned that by now."
"You mean that weird, crazy Uncle living in Allen's brain and is slowly killing him on the inside? Look, Allen is Allen. He isn't no 14th, Musician, Destroyer of Time, or Neah. He's himself, and will always be. You Noah clan want to force him to lose his mind, but I won't let you. Not as long as I'm alive. Allen's not going anywhere."
"You know a bit too much for just a human. I take it you think you can stop us from taking Allen."
"Nope. He's useless to you guys as a human and an Exorcist. I don't have any super powers or innocence like Allen does, but I do know you guys aren't allowed to take him in the state Allen is right now."
Tykki and Wisely looked at each other, before Wisely spoke. "And just what state is he in right now."
"Sorry, but I gotta be the one rude right now- that's none of your business."
"Actually-" Tykki started. "- it is our business. Allen is part of our family, and we want him back." My eyes narrowed to slits.
"Allen doesn't have any family." Even though Allen never went into any details, I knew this much about the white haired boy with the weird scar. "And your definitely not his family, his friends at the Order are. And besides- it's not Allen you want back, but Neah…" A frown settled on my face. "Like hell imma let Neah get rid of Al! Or you guys!"
"But you're just a simple human, Christopher. Tykki, this has drawled out long enough- He and that maid are disposable."
"Leave her out of this, Wisely! She's not in this!"
Tykki sighed. "Relax, boy! I, unlike Wisely, don't kill women. Your maid will be fine… But you on the other hand….." In a flash, Tykki slammed me against a nearby wall, holding my shoulders in place. "You might be in trouble." My eyes widened.
Was… W-was this guy going to…?! "A-are you gonna rape me?!" I heard my voice squeak out in disbelief. Tykki looked taken aback, and looked at me, embarrassed.
W-what- NO!"
"It sure looks like it in my perspective." Wisely called out, amused.
".. Look, now isn't the time you should be cracking jokes, Christopher. Or Wisely!" Tykki growled. "I can make you watch your own heart get ripped out of your chest, quite literally. And it'll be nice and clean too."
I shot a glare back at him. "Ha! As if! Like I'll believe you can—AAAAARGH!"
Tykki smirked. "Heh."
A dull pain rippled through my chest. It felt tight, and I couldn't catch my breath with my heartbeat going erratic. "T-the hell-" I nearly yelled in alarm when I saw Tykki's hand materialized through my shirt. Like, literally through it! "H-how?!"
"I can manipulate my own matter at will. For example, if I wanted to phase through your heart, I could do so without touching it and at the same time go through it. And lets ay that if I wanted you to go through cardiac arrest…" The pain intensified to the point I was starting to see black spots in my vision. "I can materialize just my hand around your heart. I don't even have to do much."
My knees started to buckle.
"All I need to do is just massage your heart." Tykki did so, and I felt my heart beating off beat and quickly. It didn't hurt this time, but I suddenly couldn't catch my breath, feeling each erratic heartbeat spasm.
"S-STOP!" to my relief, Tykki was suddenly smacked sideways, sending him flying out the window.
"!"
I fell to my knees. "S-shit!"
"- If you're going to be ripping out hearts, then it should be from one who can at least fight back."
… That's weird. I could've sworn I heard a feminine voice.
(normal pov)
"How is it that you're still alive, Exorcist?!" Wisely growled, unwrapping his turban to reveal his third eye.
Tykki leaped through the now broken window in surprise, before smiling charmingly. "Good to know you're not dead, Miss Exorcist!"
Chris looked up, surprised to see a tall full figured girl with fiery red hair standing in front of him… She wore a strange black uniform with red silk lining and gold… As if feeling me staring, she looked back at me over her shoulder. "Don't get in the way, and maybe you'll live."
"?"
"Listen up Noah scum, I don't know what your plan is trying to take Allen right now, But it's useless. He hasn't turned into the 14th yet."
Tykki nodded. "True, but it won't be too long."
This time Chris spoke up. "… W-what do you mean-"
"- I told you to not get in the way!"
Tykki cleared his throat. "Wrong, Miss Exorcist. Allen Walker's Noah gene is being awakened as we speak."
The red head suddenly turned to me, and Chris noticed the bandaged covering her right eye and cheek. Her spikey bangs covered that side, and she wore a scowl. Even though right now wasn't the time, the brunette couldn't help but notice how strangely beautiful her crimson eyes were…
"You, you've been traveling with Allen." Her soft voice made me aware that she was talking to me. "Noticed anything strange?"
I gave her a small pointed glare. "He's Allen Walker…"
"… Touché."
"… He's been asleep for almost a week…" Chris muttered.
"So it's finally started…" The girl muttered to herself, before turning back to the Noah's. "You won't get Allen. I won't let you."
Wisely laughed. "What are you? His bodyguard?"
The girl suddenly smirked. "… Kind of." With a swift movement, the Exorcist spun, extending her hand out as a large, double spiked scythe phased out of her palm.
"! The hell?!" Chris yelled in confusion. The scythe divided into smaller parts holded by a long chain dripping with a green liquid. At the end of both chains, was the two scythes, now opened like a bird's wing rotating, the sharp points on the edges rotating the opposite way and making a mechanical noise. She pulled both ends between her fingers, and twirled it, sending the strange weapon whip, and coil around the two Noah's. Both got trapped in it, and screamed in pain at the liquid that seeped through their skin.
"YOU BIIIITCH!"
"LET GO!"
"You sure?" A sadistic laugh escaped her lips. "You asked for it!" She flicked her pinky, and the weapon crushed the two Noah's. With a flick of her wrist, they burned to dust. "Fucking Noahs." She said with annoyance, blowing what was once two people away with the wind.
"…."
"You. What's your name?" Even though it was meant as a question, Chris couldn't help but feel like it was a command from her.
"Excuse me?" Chris drawled out with a disbelieving tone, looking slightly offended. "No, no, no, sweetheart- I'd like to know your name first! You did barge in here like nothing, and you got the nerve to try and boss me around, saying I'm all up in your way! Just who the hell do you think you are?!"
… He didn't care how ethereally gorgeous this girl was- her attitude was enough to make him forget about it.
The girl's scowl seemed to get deeper, and she actually growled at the brunette, walking up to him until her she was uncomfortably close. Even though she was tall, the top of her head reached up to Chris's chin. Her head tilted up, and Chris awkwardly pulled his collar, uncomfortable she was all up in his space, especially with that creepy stare of hers. It felt as if she were looking right through him. "I just saved your ass, buddy, and you're being a total dick- smart move genius." As if her creepy glare couldn't get more intimidating, it somehow did. "If I were you, I'd watch my tone. I have no fucking patience. What I did to dumb and dumber, I'll do to you if you get on my fucking nerves. Got it?!" Chris gulped.
"Um, yeah…"
"Good. Now I'll ask you one last time- what the hell is your name."
"Christopher Welt." Chris muttered out, his face red… He seriously was uncomfortable with her so close…
"- What the hell are you blushing for, idiot?!" Her peeved voice rang in the brunette's ears, as he bashfully looked down at her with a smile.
"… uhhh, I think any guy would be blushing if a girl suddenly got all up in his face so close…"
As if just realizing his words, a faint dust of pink brushed past her visible cheek, quickly stepping back. "S-sorry." She said gruffly. "Sometimes I forget I'm a chick."
Chris only laughed awkwardly.
(Sometime later;)
"- and that's what's happening to him now." Chris asked the Exorcist who was now sitting beside Allen on the bed, looking at the seemingly serene sleeping boy with an unreadable look… Well, he was sitting on a chair beside her on her right, so he couldn't see her face behind the fiery red locks.
The Exorcist hummed in acknowledgement, parting her comrade's long shaggy bangs to press finger against his temple. "Right here?" Her voice stopped, looking back at him. "It's like one big explosion of dynamites. His Noah genes are in the second stage of awakening, and I think it's already starting to eat his own memories away."
"What exactly are Noah genes, anyway? I mean, I know what the Noah Clan is, and that supposedly regular people like me just suddenly become them, but Allen didn't really go into detail."
"All humans today are descendants of one single gene Ancestor, Noah."
"Noah's Ark?"
"Yeah. After he and the few people he managed to convince survived the flood, he got, err- busy…" Chris almost let out a joke, but kept him to himself. The girl continued. "… So long story short, we're all alive thanks to him. Noah's gene exist in every one of us, making us related to basic gene structures, but for some reason, some people's genes pertaining to the Ancestral Dna structure which are supposed to be recessive because of the thousands of years mixing with other variant genes that have also had their original Ancestral genes diluted and mixed become Dominant, and mutate. The original memories of Noah, as well as certain personalities of Noah overtake the body's original soul, and it's erased from existence. Wisely is the Noah of Knowledge, Tykki is the Noah of Pleasure."
"Ok." Chris said, trying to take everything she said in. "What about those two twins- the mentally challenged ones?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh…" Her tone held distaste. "Those two- they both were originally one Noah called Bonds, but their Noah genes were split in two since they're twins."
"Okay, so I got that part down. What else?"
"… Allen really didn't tell you everything, did he?"
"Nope. So Neah…"
"He's the Musician, Noah of Music. Also, the 14th, according to how many members of the Noah Clan. Full name; Neah Walker, He was the Millennium Earl's favorite along with Rhode, the Noah of Dreams. He had a twin named Mana Walker who stayed at his brother's side when Neah decided to betray the Earl. Ironically, Allen, and the Walker brother's fate were intertwined way before the big man up in the sky picked him as an Apostle. Pretty fucking ironic."
"Quick sidetrack, how is someone picked as an Apostle."
She shrugged "All the Science dorks back at HQ have these theories on how people are picked as Apostles. Some think it's because some people have nearly pure Ancestral genes that haven't been diluted much, some think it's because the individual's soul is pure. There's even one that supposedly people chosen are the descendants of the ancient Seraphim and Nephilim that once roamed biblical Earth. There's a lot of theories. One things for sure though- not all Apostles are Accommodators."
"Well, at least the last one seems the most likeliest. It explains why so far the Exorcist's I've met are otherworldly gorgeous."
"…"
"Anyway, how can we stop Neah's memories form erasing Allen forever?"
"We is too many people. I can only do a bit to help, but Allen's gonna have to pull this one mostly on his own. Like now- he's fighting against all those memories tryna takeover, if he wants to stay himself, he'll fight. I just gotta be there if he does turn into a Noah, so I can stop him."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "… And what do you mean by stop him…?"
The Exorcist looked at him, a dark look crossing her face. "Kill him of course."
"WHAT?!"
"He made me promise if he ever turned to Neah, I'd kill him at once before he hurts anyone. I'm not the only one that beansprout made that promise with, but I am sure as hell not missing that opportunity to be the one to kill him."
Chris gulped. 'Man, she does NOT like Allen at all, huh…'
"Plus, my-" Her face twisted as if she were about to vomit. "- Father made me promise to not let anything bad happen to him until the conditions are met."
"Oh, well it would be nice if Allen could hear a friend rooting for him, I guess?"
"Nu-uh, I'm not that idiot's friend- I fucking hate the guy! I'm not supposed to let anything bad happen to Neah's host, meaning I have to protect that damn Noah until he wins… if he doesn't get killed before the middle of the war this time." The red head muttered the last part. "Fuck my dad and leaving me his job behind- I had to leave the Order just to make sure Allen fucking Walker doesn't go bat shit crazy too early, and get himself killed. But Neah and that other guy's got plans-"
"- Wait, what other guy?" The brunette interrupted. "Neah's the only one in Allen's mind. Who were you talking about that other guy's got plans."
"Nothing important for you. Just another idiot." The girl mumbled.
Chris glared, getting annoyed that she was avoiding answering his question. "What other idiot?"
"Allen's situation's way more complicated than what he and the rest of the order thinks. Look, no offense, but this really isn't your fucking business. Me and my failure of a Father are the only ones that know, save for Neah. Allen doesn't, and it should stay that way. That goes to you too."
"… So- you're like the Neah guy's protector…"
"Sure, whatever."
… Chris pursed his lip. " 'Scuse me miss-"
"Call me Nayami."
"… Nayami- Why did Allen decide to leave the Order. He told me he was marked a traitor, and they wanted to kill him because of Neah."
Nayami's eyes seemed to suddenly age with the look she gave him. "Listen kid- that's a real complicated, loaded question I'm not allowed to answer right now. Whatever Walker told you about it, just take it. I've already told you too much, but you already were in danger anyways since you're traveling with him. He's an idiot, ya know? The type that when he's in trouble or needs help, he stays quiet and shoos people away with the excuse that he's a bother. It's real fucking annoying."Nayami said tersely, scoffing as she looked back at the resting boy beside them. "But…" A sad looked passed her face so fast, Chris almost doubted it wasn't there. "Allen's a genuinely good person. He doesn't deserve all of this… No one does…. But If You Tell Him That, I'll Kill You."
… Chris didn't doubt it not even for a second. "So… Since you're here, that means you also ran away from the Order."
Nayami sighed. "Well, no use not telling you that, since you're already waist deep into this fucking problem. My Father was someone really important to the Order. He taught me a lot of things, so when my Father left them too, they started suspecting me of treachery and shit. Well, they already suspected me anyways, since they thought I was in cahoots with this idiot over here and was trying to help his Noah, which isn't too far from the truth, I guess… Just not at that time. Well, a few weeks after Allen left, I overheard their supervisor talking to the Head Inspector saying I was gonna be arrested and trailed for 'crimes against the Black Order'. Which was bullshit cuz everyone who was an Exorcist or worked for the Inspector knows that doesn't mean jail time, it was the death penalty. I was already thinking of leaving that stupid ass place anyways since I had promised my dad to protect Allen, and kinda observe him and shit, so I grabbed whatever, and high tailed after this guy. Which was hard since he kept changing Towns every other day?"
"Nayami…" Chris really wanted to know more, but this had been bothering him for a while. "How come this is all happening to Allen? He's really a nice guy, ya know! How is the Walker's and Allen's fate connected?"
"Sorry Chris, I can't really answer."
"… He'll be alright..?"
Nayami was quiet.
"… Right?"
"…"
"…."
"…. I don't know."
Yay! Urgh, sorry I if tone of L&F isn't the same as the other chapters or the dialogue. All that time I spent not writing and stuff (all I did was my schoolwork, it was boring.) made me lose my writing mojo! I'll get it back though. I'm going to stop set date uploading thing I was doing. It does not work for me at all. Also, maybe sometime I will write out the x-mas themed chapter I promised. Also, if anyone can guess who Nayami's dad is, I'll give you props on the next chapter. Finally, Tykki has been debuted in Lost and found, lol! Allen is MIA in lost memory land, there's a mysterious conspiracy going on, some dude we don't' know name Auron is introduced, I show Helga in her nurse mode, lol, they still haven't started the search for Chris's li' bro yet cuz so many people interrupt, and I somehow make Chris and Tykki have a pleasant, albeit short convo about fancy imported clothes… Somehow, I could totally see that happening if Chris was in DGM. My apologies on the big mistake i made with Tykki's Noah name! I had accidentally put Lulu's, but it's fixed now. This is what happens when you're up typing at odd hours with no caffeine...
Some insight on the next chapter;
More with Allen and his 'sleeping beauty' syndrome, a follow up with team Kanny (in case you guys forgot, that's what I named the chapters where kanda is traveling with Johnny helping him look for Allen and stuff. I love the team Kanny, I can strangely see Kanda and Johnny being somewhat good friends, what with that scene when kanda notices the similarity between Johnny and Alma. Cuz of this, I think Kanda can get along with Johnny, it makes soo perfect sense if you look at it philosophically, and not like 'but Kanda's antisocial, he'd never do that, omg Hoshino Katsura, that's sooo OOC!- out of character'.) I actually like how I depicted most people in L&F, specially Johnny, Kanda, and Allen. I can't wait until I get to depict Lavi- I'm writing a future chapter with an insight of him and Bookman in the 'omg-the-Bookman's-have-been-kidnapped-by-the-Noah's-and-nobody's-gone-looking-for-them-or-even-mentioned-them-for-like-7-9-maybe-chapters-and-Lavi-has-a-parasite-in-his-heart-by-that-creepy-new-Noah-oh-yeah-so-does-Chaoji-but-who-really-cares-about-him! Volume/chapter. Seriously, someone please save team Bookworm/team Bookswagg already!' … FYI, I like giving mashup nicknames. ;P I'm also excited to write about Link- can anyone tell me why he's gotten so hot in the last 3 or so volumes?! Hoshino- you're killing me!
… Nayami is the cover! The full cover (cuz ffnet cut of the golems and her innocence) is on my gallery in my deviant art
Till next time guys! (… If anyone still reads this…)~ zeecloud9, your friendly neighborhood fangirl.