A/N: Well, I must apologize for the wait. Two Trojans attacked my computer and I had to shut it down till I was ablt to get my hands on a renew for my protection. Throw in a camping trip this weekend and drawing and that equals late. The story has changed a little from what I originally planned. I'm going to included a prequal once this story is done to tie the loose end that was once fixed up. I like it more this way any way~

Thanks to: Ribbonseal, Moonlit Yume, MitarashiiDango, addenza, Bex the Hat, more-disasterous-than-miranda, and harrylover101 for the reviews. For those that are confussed utterly, don't be afraid to PM me. I won't mind explaining anything that you don't get (as long as it doesn't lead to a spoiler).

Reading Legend

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Scaring the Dark

Chapter 8: Thy Enemy Safe Me

Allen didn't know how long he laid there until the Noah's healing kicked in. It was a strange sensation, like a reversed feeling of the pain that had recently been inflected. The order never did take kindly to being embarrassed. He couldn't be sure, if the guards who had nearly beat him to death were ordered or angry at the death of a fellow man. Allen laughed coldly.

"Heh, some fellow man. Selling... Us out!" He gasped out the last words, his lungs protesting against the breathing needed. His left arm stung as it stretched out, helping heal the more major damages such as internal bleeding. A cooling sensation washed over him then. Both innocence and Noah working together to piece what was left of his crippled body. Allen took the time to reflect on the going ons of the Order. Something didn't seem right and he knew that something bad was going on beneath it all.

The main problem, though, was who to speak to about this. Allen didn't want to question his friends, but the problem was that anyone could over hear. In truth, he boy felt that Link would be the best to ask. The inspector knew quite a bit and seemed compelled to help Allen's name be cleared.

His ears picked up a soft buzzing sound. It sounded, strangely, like his name. It echoed to. Focusing on it, the boy tried to read where it was.

"A...en. Al...len. All-en! ALLEN!" He's eye's snapped open, never having realized he closed them. He was greeted with a similar face looking down at his, green eyes watering with worry. "He's okay!" The other called out, rubbing his face one Allen's shirt. "He's okay..." Wrapping his arms around his innocence, Allen slowly pulled him on top of himself, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Shh..." He soothed. "It's alright, I'm fine." Crown Clown hiccuped lightly against his owner as quickened footsteps and panting was heard.

"Allen!" Said boy looked up tiredly at the man he had met last time. Relief shone in the man's eyes as he reached forward and cupped the boy's cheek. "We were so worried..." He said softly as Crown Clown stuck to him childishly.

Sitting up, Allen let his innocence bring him into a full embrace, comfort filling him. The man said something to the other who nodded slowly. Pulling himself and Allen up, the glowing entity slowly lead the way through out the dark space.

"This, Allen, is your mind." The man explained. "As you already know, that is Crown Clown. Your innocence. I, however, am your Noah." The boy stopped Crown Clown gazing softly at him softly. Allen was visibly shaking as he looked at the Noah, fear filling his mind. The man reached out with his hand softly. "If you choose to accept me or not is your choice Allen. I will be here, always. I can wait. I can understand if you are uneasy." His voice was soft, the same as when he had led him to his innocence. Said being tugged lightly and Allen continued his walk with the two.

His mind, he realized, was more than he at first thought. Crown Clown, being the only source of light lit up the small area around them. Allen could see snow and small graves. Sometimes even incests seemed to be there. But one thing remained the same. Everything but the trio staid still. As if holding their breath.

A stray thought struck Allen. The small pieces that he had 'found' back in the real world.

"Hey... Do you know about those pieces?" He asked his Noah, averting his gaze. At first the other looked confused but then smiled reassuringly.

"Ah, you mean the personals."

"Personals?" He asked, raising his head.

"That's right. As you can probably tell your mind is, different, Allen." The Noah gazed up as a crescent moon faded into view. "You have several different personalities that work together to manage it. Most people only have one or two. You have eight!"

"Wha-?!"

"Most people that have more are considered to have 'split personalities', but with you, that's not true. Though all are different they build up the real you."

"So, they are like pieces to a puzzle?"

"That's right, put all eight together, and you get 'Allen'." The boy began to ponder this but the trio had soon come to a stop. A lake was spread out in front of them, lit with the bright darkness of a black moon. He felt his knees give out, his hand slipping from his innocence's as he gazed into the water. The two beside him remained silent. Waiting patiently for what Allen would do next.

A world of destruction spread before Allen. Lenalee wasn't there like she was the last time he saw it. He could feel that, right now, no one was. Memories spread across him. Times of when these worlds were not separated by a lake made of crystal water. Before he knew what he was doing, Allen fell forward, plunging into the water.

Crown Clown moved on instinct, grabbing his precious master only to be pulled under as well. The Noah soon followed, attempting to keep the two on the safer side of Allen's mind. Where nothing was everything and the demons remained silent. Were the fragile stability of his mind had yet to cave in and give birth to a new darkness.

As Allen fell, the bright light from his innocence and the dark one from his Noah glowed softly as they fell through the water to the other side. And despite the water in his lungs, Allen laughed. No matter who it was, he always seemed to drag those who tried to help him down to hell as well.

The order had fallen into a deathly silent place. No one spoke, no one laughed, no one cried. It was just that sort of emptiness that no one wished to break. Their beaming hope had changed. Their views on their work broken. Everything had seemed to fall apart in a matter of days.

Everyone missed Allen. Even though he had changed he was still there. Now he was locked in a dark place as punishment for killing someone that was not supposed to die. Though the court dug and did find evidence against the guard, it was still not his trial, and thus Allen was at fault. No one said anything, but now there was little doubt that the order was not targeting Allen directly.

Why else would they do something so horrible to one of their exorcists? It was reaching the point that even those who hated him because of the Noah were becoming worried. For what if they were next? Suspicion had spreed like a weed, killing all trust except for that bond between exorcists and family.

They kept it together, hung onto what little they had so that when Allen came back he would be greeted with smiles. If he came back.

Lenalee sat quietly in the cafeteria. She had gotten soup from a depressed Jerry, but though she knew it was good, she also know it was made with more tears than love. Her stomach didn't growl, for it did not want to eat either.

"Lenalee..." She looked up, her eyes slightly dead to a bright green one that matched her mood. "Eat some, alright? I'm sure he wouldn't want us to be so sad." She smiled brokenly and complied as her companion sat opposite of her.

Lavi had no more food than she did. Eating reminded them of Allen a little too much. It was, after all, one of his favorite past times. The younger generation of exorcists were taking Allen's imprisonment badly. Even Kanda was affected, barely seen because of his constant training to try and distract his mind. Krorywas more secluded and Miranda was keeping busy with constantly sewing broken toys that she would find on her trips. The rest of the group was out on missions, there being fewer than normal.

General Zokalo was also unsettled by the mood of the order. Something was off. For the first time in his life, he called together the other two generals to have a short, private discussion.

"This is rare." Cloud remarked. "You usually hate to be involved with us." Winters snorted as he sat down at a small table.

"I still do." Tiedoll shook his head as the generals took their seat as well.

"Than we best do this quickly. What do you want to speak about?" The older one asked.

"There's something this damn order isn't telling us. And it has something to do with Cross' brat."

"Showing affection towards others now?"

"Not on you life Cloud." The taller man spat out. "I just don't like being jerked around by pansies." Winters fist smashed against the table. "Especially when they are targeting the innocent." Cloud bit her tongue. Sometimes it was hard to remember that this man had quite the sense of justice. He just wasn't one for being all friendly towards anything.

"Than you say that Allen is innocent? But the boy himself admitted to possessing a Noah inside him." Zokalo shook his head.

"Not about that. Truthfully, I don't give two shits about this 'Noah'. What I mean is how they are directly targeting the boy. It's like they are purposefully trying to get him to leave." Cloud nodded.

"Indeed, with the way they have been treating him ever since the order was moved." She sighed. "I'm sure Cross wouldn't let them be such bastards to the boy. He should hurry up and get his ass back here from wherever he disappeared to." The other two nodded solemnly.

"Well, General Winters, do you want us too keep an eye out? Just what are you asking of us?" The big man sighed, resting his head in his hand.

"That and everything else too. I don't know about you, but I no longer have any trust in those humans. As far as I'm concerned, only us exorcists can really trust each other."

"I agree." Cloud said, petting the monkey on her shoulder. "However I also think you should loop in Koumi. That is one person we can definitely trust. Though he won't go beyond orders the man tries his best for all of us." Tiedoll nodded.

"Not only that, but him and Bak from the Asian branch do know quite a deal more than us on the going ons of the order."

"All right. Though I hate sitting around, I think we should just focus on getting some damn hard facts on this whole thing. Preferably before anything else goes wrong." Winters eyed the two, sensing no lies nor doubt. Nodding to each other, the trio dispersed back into the twisted corridors of the church.

The teenage body went limp once more after another beating more cruel than the last. Dead silver/green eyes gazed up at the captors. The people commented on how disgusting he was, kicking dust up into his face. And soon, they were gone just as soon as they had arrived.

A twisted smiled formed on Allen's face as he clutched a piece labeled Change. Standing up on broken bones and twisted ankles the boy moved harshly towards the door of the cell. He shouldn't have been able to move yet he did. Like a broken marionette on strings. Allen pushed the door to his cell open effortlessly and slowly stepped out. His eyes flashed black as he made his way to one of the ground windows. His pupil and iris was soon swallowed by darkness as his inner self was slowly locked away in the lake.

Pulling himself up, oblivious to the pain in his body, Allen soon reached the muddy soil of the outside. His left shoulder dislocated itself with all the strain and the boy was just barely able to get out. Rain pelted his head and the mud made his footing poor. Allen could no longer see anything his eyes nothing but pure blackness as his mind froze in that lake.

His body forced coughs, weakness seeping into it despite the broken ones control. Soon, the only thing that kept the boy moving was that stupid mantra his foster dad once told him.

Keep, walking... Kee-p, Wal.. king. His thoughts grew as muddy as the soil as he soon found himself in a town an hour from the Black Order. The broken bones clicked together in horrible sounds and blood leaked from wounds, mixing with the mud and rain. Allen's breathing was high pitched as his lungs grew weak, blood filling them. His left arm had long since gone numb and his right could barely move. He should have collapsed. He should have! And he did.

But frozen earth did not greet him, promising damage to his already deteriorating body. No, a warm, almost dry body did. It cupped around him, careful of all the damage. Through his hazy mind, his broken noise was able to pick up something other than dirt and blood. The soft smell of cigarettes.

Vomit pushed into his mouth with the blood and Allen could do nothing against it. It slid from his mouth slowly. His savior moving him away in time so that he was not covered in it as well.

"Brother!" The voice was familiar to him, so he held onto it with all his might. "Hurry! I found him!" Allen felt his eye activate as lost souls moved around him. However nothing effected him now. It was like this was just how everything was. That he had always been suspended between life and death surrounded by those who claimed to be in more pain.

And as gentle hands carried him in a rush to a warm place, his mind faded into a black haze as twin pieces of Broken appeared in his mind.

Nurses ran around the greatly furnished room of the Kamelot house. Lord Tyki, the brother of the house owner, had recently brought in a greatly injured boy. Even though Tricia insisted that they take the boy to the hospital the man refused.

"They'll kill him as soon as they see it." He said to her, anger and worry pressuring his voice. The family waited in the living room. Tyki seething by the door, ready to see the child asap. Road, on the other hand, sat timidly in her fathers lap. Cyril Kamelot patted his daughters hair softly as he gazed at the door. His wife lay on the couch, resting from the sudden shock.

"How the fuck was he even able to move?!" Tyki hissed through clenched teeth. Road looked up sadly.

"He's always been able to dot the impossible."

"Still, that doesn't mean he should!" The older yelled, punching the wall. His brother shook his head.

"Calm down Tyki. He's in the best hands we can give him."

"How the hell are akuma any good?!" He yelled, forcing the tears away. "I'm sure they're torturing him in there!" Road got off quickly as Cyril stood up.

"What would you have me do?! Give him to a hospital?!"

"You know we can't do that!"

"Than what do you want me to do?!"

"Just... just..." Tyki gripped his head as he shook. It shouldn't be like this. He should be glad that the boy was in pain but he just couldn't. The child had worked so hard to find a way to spare him! He even tried to save him back when the ark was collapsing. "Everything is so fucked up." he said quietly. Road walked over to him, a sad smile on her face.

"I'm sure he'll be fine Tyki. We're all here for him. His real family." The uncle looked down at her, seeing the pain he had reflect in those eyes. She was worried as well. After all, that was her love slowly dying.

Footsteps were heard as they rushed towards the room. One of the akuma, a female nurse opened the door panting.

"My lords! There is something wrong with the child!" Tyki and Cyril were heading towards the room in seconds as Road stayed with her mother.

"What's wrong with him?" The minister asked as they climbed the stairs.

"His entire body is convulsing and we can't stop it!" Tyki opened the door to the room, blood and dirt instantly filling his nose. He had to stop himself from gagging. Three akuma nurses ran around the room, soaking and rubbing against the bleed body. Said body was flinging itself around, most likely causing more damage to the broken bones and innards.

"Tyki, you hold down his upper body, I'll get his legs!" Cyril said as he quickly moved to stop the legs from kicking. Tyki followed soon after, grabbing the bloody hands with a firm grip. He slowly lowered himself till there chests were touching and held himself there.

"Calm down boy!" He all but pleaded. "You have to calm down. No one's hear to hurt you." Black liquid poured down his left eye, the scar having twisted itself around the entire left side of his face. Allen coughed blood and he continued to thrash against the two bodies that held him. "Shh, it's alright. You're going to be alright." A small tear fell from the Noah's face and landed softly on Allen's cheek. His screaming ceased and all he did was stare with wide, black eyes at the other.

"T...yk-i?" A small voice asked the man who nodded. "You-re, not dead?" He nodded once more.

"And if you let the akuma do their jobs, you'll live too." Cyril let go of his legs and Tyki moved away as the akuma rushed in. The younger brother looked at the boy sadly, ignoring the blood that covered his hands and shirt.

"Here." On of the nurses handed Tyki a towel. "He wished for you to clean up." The machine smiled.

"He wished?" She nodded.

"That's right. I could clearly hear his voice." The two Noah's looked at the akuma and then the boy who laded silently, gazing at the roof. Small, yellow orbs seemed to appear in his eyes but they were still wavering. Almost like they were unsure of being there.

"Go clean up Tyki." The older ordered softly. "I'm going to inform the beautiful ladies what has happened." Tyki nodded, exiting the room with one glance back.

Cyril sighed as he walked towards the boy who's breathing was finally normal. "You sure gave us all a scare back then." He said, smiling. Yellow orbs gazed at him lifelessly. "That was probable the most brutal awakening that any of us has ever seen."

"Who... are you?" Cyril laughed.

"I'm Cyril Kamelot. Tyki's older brother and Road's father."

"Road...?" He nodded

"Yup. And let me tell you, I know a lot about you!" He winked playfully at Allen. "But you should take it easy. We're going to make sure you're safe here. You are definitely lucky though. I don't think anyone could have pulled that stunt.

"What are you... talking about?" Cyril shook his head.

"Well, not only did you move around for about an hour, but you also opened a gate to the ark, falling straight through another to our town here. Right in front of Tyki actually. One minute you weren't there and next you com falling into the man's arms." He smiled wistfully.

"I... opened the ark?"

"Yup. Must have been quite the act of desperation to get away. Road said that even she couldn't have done anything like that." The nurses finished tying a bandage around his chest and were quickly getting rid of all the small wounds.

"I don't remember that..." Cyril shrugged.

"Give it some time. You're body went into quite the shock with the pain. Sleep now, dear Allen." His voice was soothing. It reminded Allen of Mana. The sound of a father.

"Good... night..."Cyril brought up a chair beside the bed and grabbed a towel as the nurses excused themselves. He dabbed it in a bowl of clean water and gently pushed against the male's face.

"Good night, my little Noah." Cyril spoke softly, dabbing at the crosses that tore apart the silk-like skin.

So that's chapter 8, which just took the 'fav chapter' prize. Mainly because it has the Noah's and "Change" in it (you will learn more about that later). Also, Cyril is such an awesome Dad~!