A/N: Again, DGM and Akame ga Kiru do not belong to me. Linderp-sama out. New chappie, in!

"Anyhow," Najenda continued. "Elaborate. Have you had any occupations before? You being human doesn't count as an origin. Tell me more about this Road of yours. And are you really a male? Your face is too feminine. Tell the truth, or we'll interrogate you all day." Mine and Tatsumi nodded their heads in agreement.

"Boss," Akame spoke up, "But don't you remember today we were planning on assas-"

Leone clamped a hand over Akame's mouth. Akame licked it.

"Yecch!" Leone screeched, waving her contaminated hand around madly. She leaped across the room and over Allen's head, and wiped it on Pumpkin, thus provoking Mine.

Allen and Tatsumi watched; Allen bemusedly, Tatsumi panicking.

The boss had a vein popping out on her head as she lit another cigarette.

"Shut. UP!" She hollered. Akame stopped dodging Leone's swats, Leone stopped running from Mine and Pumpkin. "Quick change of plans. We are going to leave Allen here, tied up securely, as we go to assa- visit our esteemed friend the brothel-runner."

They obviously don't think that I can do anything harmful, like escaping. Do I really look that innocent? Thought Allen, his mind drifting back to a time when Road had dressed him up in a gown, despite his incoherent protests. Even Kanda had gotten a nosebleed.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I- I'm not harmless at all!

The sound of the front doors slamming and locking as the rowdy group departed jolted him back to the present.

Urk. Well, at least they think I am…

So he decided to use that to his advantage.

He bent over so that the ropes strained against his skin. Concentrating, he activated his Innocence - Crowned Clown - and used his newly-formed claws to slice the ropes.

Allen sprang up as his restraints fell to the floor.

"Yes!" He proclaimed in delight, rubbing his his legs, which had been rubbed raw by the ropes.

Resolving to escape and find a way back home as soon as possible, Allen leaped towards the doors. He was planning on getting out, and then asking any people he came across about this new dimension. That way he could mark the Ark door when he returned -

Oh, yeah. The doors were locked.

Well, no problem. Allen summoned an Ark gate to phase through the front wall of Night Raid Headquarters.

Which didn't work either.

Sometimes Allen really hated the Ark. He could just imagine it going, "Nuh-uh, mister fourteenth! You haven't done what I sent you here to do, so I am definitely not helping you leave so soon. Figure it out on your own."

That left his last option.

Allen pulled his big-ass-shit exorcism broadsword out of his wrist and used it to knock down the door. His kidnappers would probably be furious when they came back, but he figured that he'd be gone before that happened.

He deactivated his Innocence.

Then Allen scampered back through the forest, this time in the opposite direction of where he thought the psychotic Night Raid members might have gone.

As the short boy strode through the bushes, he clicked on his "gay little earring" (as Kanda put it) and tried to contact Tyki Mikk.

Miraculously, it worked! Most likely because Ark couldn't mess with Komui's futuristic tech.

~Bzzt "Boy, is that you? Yes? Bzzt. Where bzzt did the Ark dump you this time?"~ came the Portuguese Noah's voice over the speaker chip.

"Who else could it be? Hai, this is Allen, the one who always beats you at poker. Stop calling me 'boy'.

Tyki, I'm just calling to ask you to tell the others that I'm in another dimension again, and I don't know when I'll be back. You know, Ark is asking me to help people and stuff. I can't hear you very well over the transcommunicator, either. I think the battery is running out on my side."

~Bzzt "Got it, bzzt boy. Make your way back bzzt as soon as you can. Bzzt. Road's going between bawling her eyes out and pulling her candles on us. Even Yuu misses you, even though he won't admit it. I miss you too, though I think bzzt it's mostly because only you and Wisely know how to play poker. And Wisely can read minds bzzt."~

"Got it. Bye."

Allen clicked off the transcommunicator.

Allen kept walking for a good number of hours, wondering when the forest would clear out and end.

He noticed the sun beginning to set, as he finally reached an opening that led to a dirt road.

As he was too tired to keep going, he found a good-sized oak tree some yards away and climbed it with ease. That would keep any wild animals prowling around at night from him.

He had found the tree just in time, because the sun was just disappearing under the horizon as Allen made himself comfortable.

But as he slept, he was plagued with nightmares; memories from the war that he hadn't remembered in years.

The war was supposed to be over. The Earl was dead - yet amongst all the dead or injured bodies littering the battlefield, two figures continued to parry each other in a shower of sparks. Allen's glowing silver cloak was torn and bloody; his opponent was in the same condition. They rose up into the air, still exchanging blows.

"Why?" Allen croaked, staring into the glassy, empty eyes of Lenalee. He dodged another blow.

"Earl-sama offered me what you never could give me. What Kanda, Brother, Lavi, all of them never could." Lenalee snarled in reply, and aimed another kick at his head. "Power." Her voice was harsh and guttural, a result of the unnatural bonding of her Dark Boots with Dark Matter within her body.

He ducked, and quickly used Clown Belt to get behind her.

"I used to think that I loved you." Allen murmured. "But…

But now, I know that I loathe you." He added listlessly, voice turning hard and cold. As his sword pierced her heart and she writhed in pain, he continued,

"And there is no forgiveness for sinners."

The lifeless body of Lenalee plummeted down to earth.

Somewhere in the Empire, the Empire's strongest awoke, blue hair streaming down as she sat up.

General Esdeath had sensed someone.

Someone strong.