Sorry for VERY late update... This chapter is slightly depressingly sad...? But it seems to me that Allen, Kanda, Lavi, and Lenalee are all pretty sad, if you think about it. Nevertheless, please R&R! And I thank those who have (I'll mention you in the next chapter...umm, I'll try?) This was sort of rushed, so it's pretty short. Hope you enjoy!

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Scene 3 – Snow

There was darkness, and a moon, but no stars to give hope or light the way. Trudging forwards, Allen Walker feels as if he's being yanked. Like a doll, he has no control. He wants to scream and rebel against the movements that are his yet not his. It isn't happening, he is imprisoned to watch. As the eerie moon glows a dull tricolor he approaches the darkness of the sky. He's being pulled deeper into it as a familiar voice beckons him. Is it Mana that is controlling him? Is it Mana? Thoughts like that sweep in his frail mind as tears trickle down his face. They are sticky, like blood, and just as thick and dark. But it isn't his blood, who's it then? When one drop hits the darkness he stands on, it breaks the spell.

Allen tumbles back into reality, to equally as sorrowful waiting arms.

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And opening his eyes the white haired boy sees a slightly flustered oriental man. With confusion he reaches out to cup the worried face in the shaking hand, "Kanda, what's wrong?"

The Japanese man stops, debating on what to say, how to put it into appropriate words. The boy lying on the bed clustered with crisp creamy sheets looks too fragile. Looks too easy to break, and Kanda doesn't want the boy to be destroyed. That'd be like destroying himself, not that he would ever tell anyone else about that feeling. Finally he speaks quietly, "You stopped breathing."

Allen nods with comprehendible understanding, "Oh…" It hurts him too, to see Kanda so flustered and confused. And what makes it even more agonizing is to know the reason for those feelings are the fault him. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Allen wants to sob.

Lavi rushes in, taking no notice of the stone cold atmosphere of the room. He hugs the boy lying on the bed with a carefree like attitude, but there is more to that. It was bond between them. A bond built with Allen, Lenalee, Kanda, and Lavi himself. No matter what facades they hid behind, what words they used when they meant differently, they knew. That bond that bound the sorrow of all their heats together still remained after all those years.

Pain is unforgettable, no matter what anyone else might say.

And the way Lavi embraced his friend was filled with such more deep meaning then the words out of his mouth might say. There was relief, joy, and deep sadness. But there was also fear, the terror of how close they had been to losing Allen.

Hugging his dark jacket around him tighter, Allen looks down at the floor of the train. Lavi, Lenalee, and the Bookman are in another cart as Kanda and Allen are sat in this one. Glancing outside Allen murmurs in slight surprise, "Oh…Kanda…look, its snow…"

And Kanda looks up from his book he had just picked up from nowhere to see the snow white flakes fluttering around outside. It looks as if the flakes are dancing, enjoying themselves in a festive mood. It reminds the swordsman of the smiles of children and families playing outside, carefree, in the snow. As if they were untouchable by any misfortune. As if it would last forever. That slightly pisses him off, but rather, he is more or less sad when he remembers this. Snow meant unhappiness to him. How the hours dragged on and on, seemingly with no end. And how time could just past in a flash, without anyone noticing.

It also reminded him of Allen, Lenalee, and Lavi. How they kidded around so easily back then, each and every one ignoring their own pain, even for just a second. And how the moments passed so quickly. How they each grew up differently, an awkward blanket draped over them. Yet even if the bond of happiness cracked, the bond of sorrow could not.

"I don't like the snow," Yu finally retorted. It was a childish statement, but he meant it so deeply it was beyond those feeble words. But it made Allen smile sadly.

Turning his gaze to Kanda he smiled, "But it come anyways, doesn't it?"

It was like saying their pain was unpreventable.

"That's why I hate it."

The window fogged up from his frosty breath.