Okay, I had no idea what to write for this, so please don't kill me for this chapter(at least it's relatively long?) Anyways, enjoy(I hope)!
Difference Between Innocences
I see how a woman could be taller than some men and have broad shoulders. Neah said, voice tinged with irony. No... I didn't mean this extreme... "[Insert Chinese language here]" The woman(for she is undoubtedly a woman) cracked her knuckles threateningly, and all but Kanda cowered at that. "We-we're sorry. I don't understand what is going on, but we're sorry!" Allen tried to placate the Chinese woman with english, meanwhile Lavi had the audacity to blurt out, albeit in english, which Allen assumed the woman couldn't speak, "No way! He's a she?!" The woman picked the terrified two up by their collars while Lenalee talked to her frantically in Chinese.
"Please go around the back door. Because you can't get through to the mistress' room from here." Allen started. The woman spoke perfectly fluent english. She had a tattoo of the cross on her tongue which she showed to them, "We are supporters of the church."
"Welcome exorcists," The well-dressed, beautiful woman said, "I am Anita, the owner of this shop." Lavi immediately went 'strike!' though Allen wasn't sure what that entails. The only one who isn't awed by her beauty is, of course, Kanda. He's got that same expression on his face again, like he can't wait for the talking to be finished, and is willing to kill and threaten to hasten the process if necessary. "As I sent a message to the Order, I assume you exorcists would have known that General was lost at sea a fortnight ago. They odds is that he is dead by now."
Ignoring Anita's sad expression, Kanda pressed on insensitively, "We need means of transport to get to Japan. If there is a small chance that he is alive, we'll have to go and protect him." Not that he needs protecting. Allen muttered resentfully in his heart. Why is he even here? He could have just refused Kanda's offer, but he felt that if he rejected it then, he wouldn't ever be a part of this hidden world ever again. A world where bringing back the dead meant curses and tortured souls.
Anita had already arranged transport for them. As soon as they get ready, they'll set off. Lenalee went to call the headquarters to tell them that, Bookman and Crowley went to drink tea. Lavi, Kanda and Allen, with nothing to do, went exploring the streets. All was peaceful. The bridge underfoot is of pale stone and the blue water underneath is stirring sluggishly from the slight wind. Appearances could be deceiving. "Kanda, five akuma." Lavi turned, "Huh?" Right before the Japanese male nearly impaled his sword into his face. "Eek!" The redhead screamed, leaning back, barely avoiding the wicked sharp Mugen. "Four." One by one, the akuma fell at a surprising rate, Allen could only stare in stunned silence. Kanda's black hair flowed behind him as he performed his dance of swords, every movement infinitely efficient and elegant. Since the first cut of Kanda's katana, Allen was entranced. He could stand here all day watching Kanda swing Mugen.
All too soon, the dance ended, Kanda turned to Allen, "Are there any more?" He shook his head, eye deactivating. "Allen and Kanda! That was scary! You could have warned me at least!" Lavi complained, "But you guys are a great combination, completely in sync. I only registered your first statement by the time Kanda cut down the second akuma." Allen smiled, "Is that so?" Why can't I fight? Why am I so useless? When I see the souls of those akuma, I could only rely on Kanda to free them for me. Allen gritted his teeth. Allen, don't beat yourself up for it... Neah murmured to Allen hesitantly. Kanda stared hard at him, then turned away in annoyance, "Tch. I refuse to cooperate with this moyashi." Allen was about to remind the idiot for the thousandth time that his name is 'Allen', but Kanda talked again, "Destroying akuma is my job, not yours. There's no reason you should feel responsible for the akuma."
Once again, Kanda found himself wondering whether he should have made that offer to Allen. Every time the boy's cursed eye activates, the boy continued to put himself through torture. What Kanda did allowed Allen to be in a position to hurt himself. But if he asked the moyashi to live a normal life now... He'll surely be hurt even more. Kanda realise he's being too considerate to the white-haired boy, but he couldn't help himself. Every time he sees the moyashi trying to hide his hurt behind that smiling mask, Kanda felt a feeling of this fake body created through the accursed project being crushed under a weight he could just barely withstand. He couldn't breathe properly. Kanda was sure he isn't supposed to be feeling like that, but with the moyashi around, he felt himself losing grasp to things like what is 'supposed to be' and what 'should be'. It's like they just held no meaning to Kanda anymore. Is something wrong with him?
Allen sat on the crow's nest of the ship, waiting for the orders to take off when he saw something unbelievable. "Everyone!" He shouted desperately down to the people underneath, "Akuma incoming!" They stopped in loading their supplies, scrambling for their equipment. Allen looked up again, left eye throbbing from the sheer amount of akuma flying this way. His vision is near completely obscured by the sinister glow of Dark Matter. Soon, everyone else can see them. So much that they darkened the sky like a storm on the horizon, as if the sky isn't already dark enough with the night on its way. "Hey! Moyashi!" Allen flinched and looked to Kanda, who'd climbed up to the boy, "Get down from here!" Without waiting for his reply, the older male wrapped his left arm around Allen's waist and hauled him downwards, which is exactly when the first wave of akuma swarmed to the ship. And passed them completely.
"What?" Kanda muttered disbelievingly. If we are not their target... What could they be after? Allen wondered, but a small strand of Dark Matter strayed from the group, so small it was barely perceivable, "Kanda, duck!" His warning came too late as he felt the dizzying change in perspective he dangled upside down, legs in the jaw of a wasp-like akuma, who snickered, "What do we have here? An exorcist and a human?" Oh crap, Kanda looks majorly pissed, "Don't talk down to me!" He snarled, one cut of his sword made his captive explode into ash, and they began their long descent to the ground. Allen just realised he can't fly.
Snapping branches and a 'oof's later, Allen fell hard onto the forest floor. Just as he thought all is over, however, someone fell on top of him. The boy gagged and curled up, trying to regain the breath that the impact robbed of him. Of all the things to happen, "BaKanda, get off of me!" Allen wheezed. Unfortunately, Kanda is still on top of him, "I don't get it." Allen finally managed to regain his breath again, "What don't you get? If you broke your leg I'm not going to help." There was a silence, Kanda's brilliant blue eyes just an inch away from his own eyes, "I'm heavier than you, so how come you reached the ground before me?" Allen stared into Kanda's eyes a bit more, then he looked away, a bit disappointed. Was that what he doesn't get? Was that all? "You really are an idiot, aren't you?" The boy whispered. What's wrong with him? Why was he disappointed? He doesn't know anymore. These few days had just been too confusing.
A rumble and a bluish flash of light caught their attention, Kanda finally getting off him. "What was that?" Allen asked before he heard Lenalee's call. "Get us up there, would you?" Kanda demanded, his arm circling around Allen's shoulders, drawing him close to his chest and held his hand out to Lenalee, "Hey, BaKanda, what are you-" The boy's breath left him as Lenalee kicked off the ground with her Dark Boots with the two male in tow. They landed on a ledge of the mountain and looked toward the huge glowing thing that roughly resembled a person's torso. "Suman?"
"Aaaahhhh!" Lenalee screamed, hand over her head, like she's trying to ward off a terrifying memory. She fell to her knees. "Suman. A fallen one?" Kanda froze and Allen knelt beside her, "Lenalee? What does that mean?" Once she calmed down a little, she started talking, "A fallen one is someone rejected by the Innocence. It happens when you try to force a incompatible person with an Innocence. The synchronisation rate drops below zero. But Suman was compatible with Innocence, so why?" Blue light blazed again, Allen turned to see the akuma surrounding the fallen one was annihilated by the beam of energy that burned through hundreds upon hundreds of them. Such destructive power. The only reason why an exorcist would fall would be if he betrayed the Innocence. Betrayed God and made a bargain with the devil. Neah? "We have to help..." He looked down and Lenalee looked at the two males with pleading eyes, "We have to help Suman." Neah didn't stop talking, however, The Innocence would not forgive its accommodator. It will use the exorcist's life energy to destroy its surroundings. It won't stop until the exorcist is dead. There's no way to save a fallen one. Unless you separate the Innocence from the exorcist. "I don't know what will happen to Suman... I don't know anything..." Lenalee's cheek were stained wet with tears. Allen couldn't make any reassurance that could comfort her. He can't fight anymore.
"If you separate the Innocence from Suman, then he might be able to be saved... right?" Allen found himself saying. "Because the Innocence is the cause of this isn't it?" He turned to the other two, "Kanda, Lenalee, do your best to bring Suman back safe and sound, okay?" He tried to smile encouragingly, but maybe he'd failed, from the look Kanda gave him. He'd never thought the exorcist can look so worried for someone.
Kanda didn't much care for Suman Dark. Nor does he have any heroic tendencies where he go out of his way to save someone, but the moyashi had asked him to try his best. With that painful smile again. Does the moyashi like hurting himself or what? But even his best wasn't enough. He looked down at the Innocence clutched in his hand. Then down at the deathly pale form. There is no consciousness in Suman's open eyes, a string of drool fell from his open jaw. Will Allen be disappointed in Kanda? Even in his best, he couldn't save one person.
Allen scoured the forest for any presence of Kanda and Suman. He was sure they fell somewhere here, then, he sees Kanda, his raven black hair untied, standing over Suman, who knelt. He let out a sigh of relief, starting to walk towards them, but suddenly, Suman's upper half bursted into little black butterflies. Kanda jumped back, then looked around. Allen started to run. No! Stop, Allen! He stopped, body refusing to obey him, Neah, what did you do?! The boy struggled to moved his body in vain, Let me go! No! A Noah is nearby, don't attract his attention! You can't fight as you are, you know this more than anyone! Allen's struggles doubled. He watched as Tyki strode up to Kanda. Saw them engage in battle. Kanda is tired, he's exhausted from the effort of saving Suman. Watched as Kanda sustained injury after injury. The Japanese male paid them no heed. Neah, let me go! I have to get to Kanda! And what? You'll just be a burden to him! You can't fight a Noah right now, he'll have to protect you as well as fight Tyki. Allen's struggles ceased.
Kanda was forced to his knees, it looks like he couldn't concentrate properly due to fatigue. Saving Suman must have taken more of a toll on him than Allen first thought. No no no. Neah please, let me go. Allen begged and begged. Why do you go so far? You fight with him all the time, it's not like he's your friend. Why would you risk your life for him? This is not the time! Let me go. No. Neah's voice is firm, You have to tell me this. My nephew is risking his life right now. I want to know why. Allen tried to move his body again, Because I have to! I'm willing to risk my life for him! Why won't you let me go?! Tyki Mikk was talking. His hand shot forward and went right through Kanda's chest, then began slowly drawing out, a sadistic grin splitting his face.
He's seen this... what is this... don't remember, keep it buried, forget it... but his mind generated that memory like it happened yesterday. An upturned carriage sank in the snow, wheels still spinning slowly, Mana lay still. Allen's body shuddered at the onslaught of memory and horror until he wished his heart would just freeze over. He knows why he would die for Kanda. Because he is important to me. He'd seen Mana die. Kanda couldn't die. He won't let Tyki kill him. The invisible hands holding his body against his will dropped away. Thank you Neah.
Damn it. Kanda thought this as he felt the gloved hand in his chest. Suman's Innocence must have done something to him when he tried to separate Suman from it. Kanda's healing abilities should have caught up by now, yet he still could barely move. If this keeps up, he could really die. But it may not be entirely a bad thing... Even someone like him could meet an end. Even his life could run out. "Your body composition is most curious, second exorcist. Is this equivalent to your heart?" Then the Noah's eyes narrowed. His hand left Kanda's chest and something passed through the Noah's own head. A fist. "Oh? Shounen, are you still alive?"
Kanda looked at moyashi in shock. What is the idiot thinking? "Moyashi! What are you doing? Get out of here!" Allen looked at him and smiled. Somehow that smile is more real than any he'd shown Kanda before. "Sorry, Tyki, you can't kill Kanda." The boy stood in front of Kanda, as if he could shield him from the Noah. "How can you still be alive? I made sure the injury you sustained was fatal." Allen seemed to tense a bit, "If you thought so, then that means you're wrong." Tyki shook his head, smirking, "Tell me, what sort of human can survive a hole in his heart?" Kanda felt himself jolt and the moyashi seemed similarly shaken. "Truly, what a monster you are."
"Though I don't think you'll survive with an entire organ missing. How about we test that theory?" Tyki jumped forward. Kanda pushed himself up, only to fall back to his knees when he was assaulted with a bout of lightheadedness. Damn the Innocence! Before he could try again, a pale green light pooled into the dark clearing. He hears Allen's intake of breath, as stunned as Kanda is as they gazed upon a white cape, a mask and a black claw that stood between the boy and the Noah. The cape then folded back, enveloping Allen with light as the mask and claw fit in place, the claw with long nails returned as Allen's left arm. "Damn it. This is going to take way too much time." The Noah muttered, annoyed, and left quickly.
What presumed to be Allen's Innocence deactivated, and the moyashi ran to Kanda, kneeling down before him. "Kanda?" Hands cupped Kanda's face, one soft and white, the other rough and dark. The boy's silver eyes stared into his, Kanda can see the fear in them and feel the trembling of the moyashi's fingers, "What do you want?" He muttered irritably, hoping Allen would stop acting so strange. Instead, Allen's controlled trembling turned into an all-out shake, he put his arms around Kanda's waist, holding tight, "I made it in time, I made it in time." Even through the clothes, Kanda can feel the boy's erratically beating heart. Was he actually-
A warm hand caressed his head, "Moyashi, were you actually scared?" Scared. That was one way to describe what Allen felt when he saw Tyki- he shuddered again. The hand holding his head pressed him closer, "I'm fine now. It's okay." Only then did his rapidly beating heart settle. He sank into Kanda's warmth.
Lenalee and Lavi looked for the two all night, only to find Kanda carrying Allen, walking calmly toward the direction of the ship. When Lenalee asked for Suman, he only gave her the Innocence, "A Noah killed him." Lenalee cried. Kanda's own wounds have yet to heal because of the effect of the Innocence. "Wait... Is that Allen's left arm?" Lavi pointed to the black arm that had been absent before. "I did not know what happened, it just suddenly appeared." They are all mystified by how this turned out.
He's back here again, in this white room. Neah smiled at him in welcome. Allen looked down at his hands again, but was disappointed to find that they were completely normal. Was everything just a dream? "Allen, it's not your imagination, your Innocence is back." Neah gestured to another corner of the room, which contained a white couch. On it sat his Innocence, with the cape and mask and arm. "Hello." Allen said, startled, "Will you be staying?" "Yes, I'll be staying. I won't leave even if you want me to." The Innocence said with a touch of humour. Allen smiled. The Innocence will be staying. Everything is okay. "Allen, you need some rest, so we'll let you do that, won't we?" Neah asked, and Allen stood up and hugged him, "Thank you, Uncle Neah." There was a pause where Neah wondered what to do, then he sighed and hugged his nephew back, "You have nothing to thank me for." "Thank you for being here for me." Neah ruffled the boy's snow white hair, grinning, "Anytime, Allen."