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"Why are they looking for me? Sending out finders just to do that…" Allen drawled slowly. He was confused. The older exorcist did not respond but merely settled into a squat, picked up the tray silently and sauntered past him to the main corridor. "Stay here," the long haired told him before walking off. The white-haired frowned in thoughts and his eyes swept to and fro the cement at his feet, not really seeing the cup of melted ice cubes the Japanese purposely left behind. He had a feeling something was going to happen, something big. But he just did not know what.

You'll see.

Silver eyes widened.

Chapter 5 - Start

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He took in a large breath and tried to control his slight anxiety at the sudden intrusion to his thoughts.

What... do you mean?

Allen furrowed his eyebrows as the voice let out a soft snort in his head before disappearing. He was about to speak to it again when abruptly an eerie feeling crept up to him, leaving him trembling as his sight went black for a second before returning to normal. A new torrent of sweat met the water droplets as they merged and dripped down his cheek. He started to gasp wildly, as if he just had a horrible nightmare where he had just been stabbed in the heart, before swallowing thickly and managed to calm down a bit from that unnerving feeling. Trying to even his breathing as he slid slowly onto the ground, he called into thoughts.

What was that?
Nothing much, just trying to take back what's mine.

He narrowed his eyes almost dangerously although he knew the other he was conversing with was not in front of him but inside his head.

I am not yours. This body isn't, either.
You always are. And you gave it to me willingly as well.
I didn't give it to you.
But you went to sleep, so peacefully you might have not even thought of waking up had I not used up too much energy.
… It was a mistake. But this body isn't yours and it never will be.
You talk big… But you know… you will be mine… no matter… how you would like to think…

Allen could hear the voice slowly beginning to fade before he had a chance to retort. And the white-haired could only curse while punching a fist onto the solid cement beneath. It was his mistake that much he would admit. But he would not let the Noah control him, do things against his will. He still had friends he hold precious, those akuma he vowed to saved, and that promise… With Mana… Allen bit his lips as he closed his eyes, frustrated.

How could he have forgotten that? Even if it had been for a second, his promise to his friends, to those akuma and that he would keep walking. It did not matter whether that one man who found him on the cold streets that fateful night had truly loved him… or not quite him. He is Allen Walker, and he'll be Allen Walker even if he dies. That was something he decided when he first came to know of the Fourteenth. Yet. Yet, when suddenly, even Krory regrettably died in a distant mission, something broke down in him and he questioned the meaning of it all, and had promptly stopped walking despite his promise. He almost let his cherished friend died in vain. He was not going to repeat that mistake again; he would do whatever he can to redeem himself. The white-haired only held his fist tighter as he hoped it was not all too late. So lost was he in his thoughts that he had not noticed a pair of shoes halted just before his gaze on the hard floor. Silver eyes looked up tiredly when he finally saw the polished leather, expecting to meet darkened sapphire. Instead, violet orbs stared back.

"Lenalee…?"

The girl seemed surprised, for reasons unknown to Allen. The two strokes of hair above the purple irises slanted into a frown before Lenalee squatted down to eye's level with him. The uncomfortable silence that never had occurred between them started to make Allen feel nervous and panicky the longer the other observed him. Finally, like a drowning body getting pulled up to surface just before he ran out of breath, the heavy moment broke.

"Allen-kun… right?" Lenalee asked unexpectedly.

Allen nodded almost too enthusiastically; relieved to be away from whatever that had caused the tense situation between them. When Lenalee made no further signals of speaking, he answered vocally, "Yeah. Why, is there something…?" The olive-haired seemed to be thinking before she shook her head and eased into a sitting position in front of him.

"Did you know that the ark portals … all of a sudden stopped functioning?"

Clogs turned in his head slowly at the rather random question, before it clicked. Apprehension sunk its claws deeper into his stomach as the seconds ticked, causing him to tighten his now chilly fists. "No… I didn't… What happened?" he had to fight down the urge to answer his own question by brushing the matter off, making do with inclining his head so his ivory fringe and the shadows covered the shock in his eyes.

There was a pause where Lenalee prepared her thoughts.

"Well… I overheard Nii-san that many exorcists and finders had called back to the order as the ark portals disappeared. It must have caused some trouble… so I was wondering... what really happened to you…"

Allen listened carefully to the situation she described, guesses fluttering around his mind as he pondered the reason why the Noah did that, since he was obviously not the one. At last, he gave a sad smile to the cement before proceeding to shaking his head and looked at Lenalee. "I really have no idea how and when something like that happened. I fell into a rather dead sleep… you think that may be the reason?" At that point, the white-haired smiled at the other exorcist. And to make his pretty of an excuse just more convincing, he added on. "Since it was the first time I ever slept so deeply." He hoped she would buy that.

The girl pondered in thoughts for a moment as she considered what he said. "That may be it! I knew it!" She then exclaimed excitedly, clapping her palms with a cheerful note before giving a smile, bright as the sun yet seemingly too understanding. "I knew it must have been some misunderstanding. There was no way you would shut them. Now we can go back to Nii-san and that…man and explain, so they can stop searching for you like you are some traitor… You're not… that man needs to get it into his brain," Lenalee's voice and eyes lowered at the last sentence and Allen could tell she was unpleased and silently angry at the way he was being looked upon. Not that it's all that false though…

"It's normal… for them not to trust me. I am dangerous afterall," he admitted, chuckling nervously. He was happy that Lenalee believed him so much but on the other hand, she needed to doubt him at least a little, just in case. He would not want to harm her no matter what, especially not due to her trust in him that she be hurt. She was a dear family.

The female exorcist stayed quiet for a moment before she stood up, suddenly grabbing his arm with her which forced Allen to stagger upright. "Well… just not yet alright?" Lenalee spoke so softly that Allen would have missed it if not for the silent surroundings. The white-haired decided there was nothing to reply to. "Come on; let's go find Nii-san to clear this misunderstanding. You'll just have to reopen the ark gates like the last time so they will stop bothering you," Lenalee smiled encouragingly and made to pull him along in her pace. Allen stood transfixed the ground though, he did not know if appearing in front of Komui on his own accord and inevitably, the involved personnel like the higher ups, was a good idea or not. He was a little skeptical about what they would do to him. Faltering between his decisions to no avail, it was not until a pressure exerted on his arm that he was snapped out from his internal fight. Sighing, he finally relented and let himself follow Lenalee after a haste smile to indicate that he was fine. Well, he needed to face them sooner or later, it was a fact. There was no way he could hide around for the rest of his days anyways. But he doubted the higher ups would just let him off, especially when they had thought him traitorous. He would not give up proving himself otherwise though…

Lenalee had not retort, she did not know what to say when even Allen deemed himself as dangerous. Not that she is completely unaware of the matter, but she would not believe the white-haired would give up the fight so soon. And… she wanted to believe the ever friendly and kind Allen Walker will be there forever. Even if it may turn out as a lie she tells herself.

Allen followed Lenalee along the corridor, boots echoing off the hard floor the only sound audible until all of a sudden, their pace halted. The white-haired glanced up from the ground, an action he had not realized himself making, as his legs came to a stop after Lenalee. A taller and glowering samurai faced them, apparently returning from the cafeteria, midnight irises trying to bore holes into his own silver. He glared back out of instinct. "Kanda," the female exorcist greeted with a nod. Kanda looked at her, eyes returning to Allen a second later to then saunter past both of them, head high, with an air of elegance and annoyance, his right palm firmly wrapped around Mugen's hilt. "Che, you're an idiot more than I thought moyashi," Kanda scoffed when he passed Allen, voice a tad lower than normal, before continuing further down the corridor and slowly fading into a distant figure.

The white-haired frowned at Kanda's comment, unable to ascertain where the sudden insult came from before deciding to ignore it. However, an urge to retort came naturally and Allen could not help but call back a "BaKanda". Then Lenalee was looking at him so thoughtfully that he knew she had something to say. "What's with you two today?" the question that slipped from her tongue was actually one that he had no answers to. "Ha? …No idea, the BaKanda is just acting as stupid as usual I guess," he was surprised he did not even stutter at the hastily thought up reply. Allen slowly then gave her a smile before asking, "Komui?" And the girl nodded in acknowledgment almost vigorously.

The black haired man pushed up his spectacle and sighed. It was strange. That Allen would simply disappear without a trace. And then the Vaticans were slowly making up deductions that he knew could not be true… or could it? He shook his head as if to remind himself of the side he had decided to take when he first heard of the boy's condition. He would trust in the prophesied Destroyer of Time until all evidences went against him. A knock then came on the door and straightening his beret, he told whoever was behind the door to enter. A flare of red entered his sight as an all too cheerful Bookman junior waved. "Komui you called for me?"

Komui nodded and placed his chin atop of his clasped fingers. "Sit Lavi."

The younger man of the two needed no more words to make himself at home in the crammed office, choosing to jump on the leather coach lazily before facing the supervisor with a grin. "So what's the matter this time?"

At Lavi's carefree attitude, Komui's mood lightened a little and he could not help but smile back at the red haired despite what he was about to say. "It's about your mission with Kanda." Komui announced as he watched Lavi nodded, turning serious. "We just received a call from the finders who were supposed to continue investigating on the presence of innocence in the suspected area. Well… they reported that there were akuma sightings about a few miles of them although neither found it yet. I might have to ask you two to go over as soon as possible being the chances of the innocence being there is higher now that even akuma are spotted. Even if there isn't… I will have to depend on you two not to allow civilians to get hurt."

The supervisor sensed that the junior Bookman was not quite happy at his declaration but kept his comments. Without missing a beat, Lavi nodded in agreement. "I get it. When do we leave?"

"I'm afraid the latest I could allow would be this late afternoon," Komui could hardly suppress his sigh. "Being the arks… aren't in a condition and Allen went missing. So travelling will need time." When the supervisor looked up from his not quite empty desk, Lavi had on a face of apathy that rather contradicted with his words.

"Allen is missing?" The red haired repeated his words, seemingly thoughtful.

Komui only harrumphed in a way of reconfirmation, deciding he did not need to know more yet, before fishing out a piece of paper from a stack. "And Reever couldn't find Kanda so please find him quick. This should give him some idea what I had talked about." Handing over the sheet when Lavi had walked over, the supervisor tried to smile in a way he hoped was encouraging. "That's all then. Stay safe."

…

After the junior Bookman left the office, Komui sat in thoughts unmoving, until the door was opened again by a leg of one blonette carrying a tall mountain of documents. He kept silent as Reever heaved the bundle on the right side of his desk, adding on to the new height.

"You are getting them to leave today," the Australian stated in a low voice, a spark of curiosity present. With one pale hand on his not quite tidy hair and the other positioned on his hips, Reever sighed almost knowingly.

When Komui spoke, his eyes did not meet Reever's. "It's better for them."

Then interrupting them, there came another knock on the door.

Kanda scowled after one white-haired was well out of distance and changed his course, heading for his room. He had been prepared to vent part of his anger at the overload of idiocy from the martyr by slamming on his door but when he approached his room, there was a familiar figure lingering outside his room. And it did nothing but put him in a worse mood. He hissed as he came face to face to the man he just chased away not too long ago. "What is it now again?"

"Ne, we're leaving today," Lavi said as he waved a white paper around in the air. Apparently it was for him with the way the usagi looked suggestively at him.

"Che," he intoned before grabbing it easily from the other's hands and scanned the sheet. Akuma sightings around the area thus higher probability for an Innocence to be there… Innocence not located yet... He refrained himself from rolling his eyes at the too perfect timing. "Fine. When?"

"Probably before evening," Lavi answered, then after a thoughtful pause, added. "And we will take the train."

Kanda narrowed his eyes at the red haired at that, but spoke anyway. "If there's nothing else get lost."

The red haired made a half-sigh before stepping around the front to his door, finally revealing the knob which Kanda reached for swiftly. He still slammed his door the second he got in. And he did not even bother to let Lavi finish his sentence on something about seeing him later.

He slipped the paper into the mission file on his desk and seated himself onto ground, gaze fierce. It was obvious what they were going to do, what with Lenalee being there. The idiot was going to regret it, he was sure.

Gasps were audible along the corridor as they proceeded nearer to Komui's office. There were gossiping and pointing but what was the most apparent was the distance everyone stood from him and Lenalee. Allen could only control himself not to flinch at the thought that he was not even trusted a single bit. He knew they had the right to think him traitorous but knowing just half a day was enough to undo everything he did for the Order and all the hopes pinned on him; he had not known what to think of it.
The female exorcist beside him only tightened her grip on his wrist, a gesture to reassure Allen she was there for him. And the white-haired was more than glad for that. Slowly but surely, one plain door came in sight as the crowd lessened around Komui's office and before it stood Reever who was frowning and pressing to the door with his back. Blue eyes widened into near circles as surprise wrote itself all over the Australian's face.

"Allen!" Reever rasped, straightening in his posture as they walked over to him and Lenalee released Allen's hand. "Where had you been?"

The British only managed a low chuckle and chose not to reply. "Is Komui in?"

The blonette narrowed his eyes a little at the door before nodding. When he turned back, his face was solemn and… was that a tinge of fear on it? "Yes but you might want to wait elsewhere first. Supervisor is not alone- "

And then the door creaked open. Behind it was a face he could recognize immediately after the long hours that person had loyally followed him. The man spoke before Allen could.

"Walker. You finally dared to reveal your face." Link said impassively and after a glance at Reever, shut the door. A string of strange words left his lips and the next thing the white-haired knew, a heavy weight placed itself around his arms and he fell to his knees with a slump.

"Allen!" he heard Lenalee shout from his side. "What are you doing?"

Allen glared at his arms. "Link, let me explain would you—"

"There's no need to explain," the man cut him off. "You knocked me out and escaped from my vigilance, that's betrayal already." Link closed the distance between them and pulled Allen to his feet. "It's your own problem whatever happens next."

Allen did not know what to say but Lenalee's kick spoke for him. The impact on his left cheek made Link move back three feet before the man narrowed his eyes at the ignored exorcist who was obviously angry. "Lenalee Lee, this is no concern of yours so back off before I—"

"He's telling you to let him explain!" Lenalee interrupted with a half yell. Reever nodded.

"Of course, he will get to explain," a chilly voice came when the door was yet again opened. That time it revealed Komui, and the last person any of them wished to see. Leverrior continued darkly as his gaze fell on the standing Allen. "He will explain everything in the interrogating room."

...

...

...

"Talk!" one voice roared as a hand was clenched tightly in a mist of white hair to pull the boy into looking at him. Gray eyes averted almost tiredly, making Leverrier drop his hold on Allen's hair harshly and cleaned his hands on his sleeves with a narrow of eyes. "Stubborn aren't you?"

Allen was chained on all four limps against the washed wall, neck no longer making the effort to support his head upright due to his exhaustion. He gazed at his knees which touched the ground, mixture of blood and sweat dripping onto the cement. "I did not betray the Order," Allen repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time in one afternoon. The next thing he knew, he was screaming again. A shock of electrocuting wave was shot through his whole body from his sealed arms and he could only clench his sweat laden fists when the pain finally subsided.

"Lies!" shouted Leverrior as he slammed both hands to the wall at the side of Allen's face. "You knocked Link out and tied him up to prevent him from reporting to me. Then you played missing with us after you closed the ark portals, what are your motives Allen Walker!"

"I DID NOT!" Allen yelled back, still panting from the aftershock of the pain. "I told you I was unconscious! It wasn't me… it is the Fourteenth but it wasn't me!"

"HOW COULD HE MANAGED DO SUCH THINGS IF YOU WEREN'T IN COHOOTS WITH HIM? WEREN'T YOU THE ONE WHO CLAIMED YOU WERE IN FULL CONTROL?" The man hollered back, narrowed eyes staring into Allen's. "And he is sealed up even if it's not permanent. Don't give me excuses Walker. What are you two plotting? You are planning to betray the Order aren't you!"

"Leverrier, the Fourteenth's powers are unknown to us thus Allen's words might not be-"someone then voiced out from the far corner of the dim room.

"Shut up Supervisor!" the marshal cut his words like a blade, turning his head to the said Komui, who was surrounded by a group of Crow, before slowly releasing his hands from the position beside Allen's head and straightened up. "Supervisor, I only allowed your unneeded presence here because of what you promised about not interfering with the interrogation. If you had forgotten about it, you may leave right now."

Komui forced himself silent as he frowned worriedly at his shoes. He then glanced up and at the white-haired from the distance and wished that the kid would really be alright at the end of it.

"Allen Walker. I am giving you one last chance." Leverrier said after he turned back to Allen. He cued with a wave of his hands and screams instantly filled the room once again. When it died down to pants, the man continued with a smirk of confidence. "Now talk, what are you two plotting?"

Allen continued huffing as sweat covered his whole body and face. He wanted to deny it again, no matter how many times it needed, but he could not find the voice to. His vision blurred incoherently, his ears only collecting bits and pieces of what was said. In the pits of his stomach, he had a feeling the man was not going to stop those until he admitted to what he had not done. It was not him that did that… But that man wouldn't listen… He opened his mouth to try explaining again but it was futile, being he no longer felt like he had voice.

You are boring.

His heart skipped a beat at the returning of the voice. No, not now… He shook his head to fight back as much of his consciousness but all of a sudden, his head was pushed backward and hit the wall with a solid thump that did nothing but send his efforts down the drain. He felt pressure on his forehead despite the numbness and attempted to focus his eyes on the face so close to his but could barely see anything and only vaguely heard his own name.

Why do you keep repeating the same questions over and over?

Mentally Allen dully heard himself curse and tried to piece back his near broken consciousness at a painfully slow pace. His breathing seemingly slowed. He did not feel the fingers on his head disappear, nor did he felt anything when a harsh whip swept against the air to land on his arm. The white-haired only tried to concentrate on not letting his thoughts to get lost.

Do you know you are so

"Uncreative?"

Kanda swiftly jumped onto the moving train from the highway and landed with an elegance of a cat as his ponytail fluttered with the wind. He inclined his head back to see Lavi landing and rolled his eyes. "Che. " he intoned and proceeded to prying the metal open from his feet.

Without a hitch, they managed to get into an A-class cabin with an introduction to their identities. The cabin was spacious and had reasonably good seats like always. Kanda simply strode into the left seating, settling down near the window. It took him half a minute to find the well liked silence unusual; being it was never quite silent whenever he goes on a mission with Lavi. He looked from the corner of his eyes and saw the redhead staring at him with a face of apathy from the cabin doorway.

"If you are planning to stand there the entire ride, suit yourself but shut the damn door first," Kanda looked out the window then, managing to sound almost bored, but still irritated.

At that, Lavi slide the door close with a click and moved to sit directly opposite him. Then the redhead began to grin so annoyingly that he could not stop himself from cursing a "che".

"Well Yuu," the bookman junior started, obviously ignoring the glare he was giving him. "I told you I had something to tell you, didn't I?"

"If you have something to say then spit." Kanda snorted. He had no idea what the redhead was playing at.

"Don't say something like that, you'll be interested this time, definitely." Lavi seemed to beam at him as he said that, and then Kanda decided to ignore him.

"Right."

The cabin was silent for two whole minutes, until Kanda felt the atmosphere thickening just by his instincts. Dark cobalt narrowed as he quietly observed the bookman junior before him. Something did seem odd about the idiot that day.

"There's this … person." Lavi spoke, one green eye looking into his own with a strange intensity.
"Alma Karma. I'm sure you know him don't you?"

The Japanese stilled.

It was obvious the redhead already knew so there was no point in denying. Lavi was not the successor of Bookman for nothing. But the point was what his motive was. He could not help but frowned in distaste.

"So?" The Japanese shifted his gaze from the window to the redhead, trying not to come across as bothered with the topic. He wasn't, but nonetheless it affects him somewhat – something Kanda had not intended on showing.

Lavi harrumphed awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

"Do you have any recollection of your past?"

The Japanese understood what the bookman junior was suggesting at.

That was when Kanda snapped. It was way over the line.

...

Everyone in the room froze when gold eyes looked up and scanned the surroundings.

The air seemed thicker.

A smirk crept up the pale face at the seemingly frightened looks of the people who were the ones who chained him up. Well, perhaps not everyone had the same look but they all looked the same to him.

"Well?" The Allen managed to shrug despite his position. "Are you guys going to change the question?"

"Fourteenth Noah," Leverrier greeted darkly. "You are in our custody; do not think we fear you. We can kill you anytime."

The Allen nodded ever slowly, "but you won't kill me."

"What exactly are you planning!" The Marshal shouted with an air of authority.

The Noah snorted and began shaking his head. "Didn't I ask you to be more creative in your questions?" Just then, the physical torture the body received that he had yet detected before came collapsing on him, sending him in a wave of pants. The excruciating pain from his arms and head made him giddy; and he would bet the body had lost plenty of blood. He finally swallowed, gold eyes turning to glower at the mustached man. "Do you think torturing me can get me to talk if I'm unwilling, Sir?"

The man narrowed his eyes, placing his hands behind his back like a proud soldier.

"We can try, Noah."

The Allen gritted his teeth, glare never leaving that arrogant face.

He was thirsty, he was hungry, he was tired and his body felt more than just sore and hurt. Damn, how long was the kid in the room? He doubted he would have much energy to endure or do anything in that state.

"I want a meal." He abruptly requested, or demanded. "Or you'll never get anything out of me. You can be sure of it."

The marshal stayed acquiescence, seemingly considering yet the Allen knew he had reservations. The white-haired licked his lips in silent annoyance before adding. "I wonder how many hours I had been here, have you been able to get us to say anything?"

Leverrier frowned at that, before indicating to a man in black to bring some food. The marshal then turned back to him with a hard stare. "Don't think of playing games Noah. This is just to prevent you from dying in the middle of the interrogation later. "

Deciding it safer not to comment, the Allen did nothing but smile.

When the meal of plain rice and plain water came on a tray, he felt his stomach growling. He knew he needed the energy for him to get out of there, even if the food was painfully simple.

"Aren't you going to let me eat?" he asked when they did not release him for a long time, even though the tray of food was just a few feet in front of him.

"My men will feed you. If you think you'll be released, you'll be greatly disappointed." Leverrier seemed rather pleased with himself at that, causing the Allen to roll his eyes.

"Yes yes, so can I eat now?" It wouldn't make that much of a difference anyway.

It was half an hour later did he finished the meal. As expected, even though it was utterly plain, he felt his energy subtly replenished. The most important thing was, his severe headache was better. Just a little while more…

"Thanks for the meal, Sir."

"I said, it's to prevent you from dying Noah" Leverrier gave a smile that was nothing but creepy. "I think we can start the interrogation again don't you think Noah?"

"Well since you're so kind to let me have my meal, I shall give you some information after all." The Allen answered lazily.

"Then answer! What are you planning to do by closing the ark and what had you done when you escaped Link's vigilance!" The marshal demanded. At once, something tightened around his arms and a wave of electric shock ran through them. He barely heard himself scream. Not good, it's better to leave as soon as possible. Between pants, he managed to articulate. "Relax. Let me regain my breath and I'll tell you."

That seemed to do the trick. The marshal paused. It was after several seconds did his head stop hurting. Hastily, he recalled the music in his head. It played melancholy as he called forth his ark. "You'll see," the noah replied with a smirk as he felt the portal opening. "That's my answer."

"What?" Leverrier growled but before he could raise the whip or cue the people in black, the door opened in forming of a flow of pattern behind him. A red digital number zero appeared on the furthest block of pattern. Well, he couldn't get rid of the chain, so he shall just take it with him. With a shackle of movement of chain, he leant and fell backwards into the door of the ark. The door snapped shut in an instant, leaving the room void of its captive.

It was after moments did Leverrier roared. "NOAH!"

His blade cut against the air in the cabin, missing his target and instead ripped the then empty seat. A handful of red strands fell as the Japanese removed the blade from the wedge. Kanda 'che'd and turned around. Lavi had scooted to the other end of the seat,

"Hey hey calm-" the redhead had to thank his quick reflexes that he avoided yet another attack. "down."

Cobalt eyes narrowed dangerously as Kanda held his katana in Lavi's face.

"I'm warning you. That is none of your business."

"Komui!" Leverrier demanded, head whipping back to the supervisor at the back. "Get everyone Allen Walker had come in contact with these two days to meet me!"

"I'll get it done right away," Komui adjusted his spectacles. He thought he'll tell him Kanda and Lavi had left for a mission only later. It would be safer that way.

He hastily left the room, and met Reever pacing back and forth the corridor. The blond haired joined him as they walked out of the area densely filled with Vaticans.

"What happened?" Reever asked when they were finally alone.

Komui paused in his tracks. "Allen – or rather, the Fourteenth – escaped."

"WHAT?" Reever exclaimed, taken aback. "How's that possible? There's so many of them in there."

"He used the ark…" The black-haired sighed. "This will get complicated."

Reever pondered in silent for a moment before agreeing. "What do they intend to do?"

"They are getting everyone Allen met these few days. And no doubts—"

"zz—We are now in a state of emergency—zz – Allen Walker had became the Fourteenth and escaped from Black Order—We will meet up for an emergency meeting an hour later—So, as of now, we'll be freezing Allen Walker's rights as an exorcist."

Komui exchanged glances with his assistance. "They will announce him as a traitor," he finished.

The blond haired scowled. "Then d-did Allen really?"

The supervisor sighed and looked out the windows along the corridor. "He escaped as the Fourteenth, though it is unsure what really happen after. We'll never know if we can get him back as Allen Walker."

Lavi swallowed. But he had already said that much, there was really no point in suddenly backing out. Ignoring the Japanese's threat, he looked at Kanda.

"You do remember you had a… lover don't you?"

The Japanese only deadpanned, looking fiercer than he ever remembered. Before long, the attacks resumed and he barely saved his life. Kanda looked bent on killing him. And it only meant the Japanese remembered at least that much.

Lavi skidded to the cabin door, huffing in pants. "Don't you want to know where she is?"

Kanda halted movement, standing perpetually straight as he glowered at the redhead.

"No. It doesn't concern me." Kanda's words were cold.

The Japanese moved towards him seemingly slow. Lavi gulped as he edged away from the door towards the nearby corner of the room. It was dangerous, he knew, but the he felt he had to make some things known. Surprisingly, as Kanda neared, he sheathed Mugen. Sending the door sliding with temper, Kanda stepped out of the cabin.

"Kanda. What if she was Alma Karma?" the redhead quickly questioned, it was then or he could forget about asking about it anymore.

Back facing Lavi, the said man stopped, before snorting.

"So? He's dead."

The door was sent sliding shut in a slam.

The white-haired did not know how long he stared at the blinding white sky from his position. Laid on the hard surface he seemed to have missed for ages, he just stayed there, broken chains surrounding him.

"It's about time, isn't it?'

He casted a glance towards the nearest door.

Ah, i broke my record *happy* The chapt itself's just a little away from 6k words but i felt that i should end there (o_o?)

Well although my midyear 'xams results practically suck but well... i finally finished this chapter :D

Anyways hope you enjoyed.

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