Warning: Gender bent Lenalee Lee (aka Laing Lee). Blood and gore and bad juju…

Special thanks to RikoJasmine for letting me barrow Laing Lee for this story! : )

Pairing: Tyki x FemAllen and one sided Laing x FemAllen

Beta: DarkAngel576 (Thank you!)

Tyki moved through the ruble and debris, following the old stone path. His shoes crunching and making muted tapping sounds as he moved forward. His gold eyes narrowing as he had yet to look away from the back of the male Exorcist.

The young man had yet to turn to face him and Tyki knew that the Exorcist could hear him approach; he was being far from silent.

This place was most definitely odd. Ruins and destruction as far as the Noah of Pleasure could see and from what Tyki could tell, the younger human male and the large body of water were at the center.

Tyki wasn't a fool; this place was induced by an Innocence, an Innocence that did not have an Accommodator to control it, which made it all the more dangerous. As a Noah he would have to be very careful in how he proceeded. If the power of this Innocence was anything like Road's power of Dreams or like Wisely's Demon Eye, then things could get very dangerous, very quickly.

That thought only made Tyki surer that he needed to find his white haired Exorcist and get them both out of this place as soon as possible. The need to make sure the young woman was safe was almost overpowering.

A frown set on his dark lips as he came to a stop at the end of the stone path. Dark and deep water now separated him from the only other person that he could see. The male Exorcist still had his back to him and Tyki found this just a little irritating. He frowned deeper and was about to open his mouth, when the younger man spoke.

"Who are you? You're not Allen…" the Exorcist with the long green hair said as he turned. Confused purple eyes met narrowed gold, and more confusion flashed in the younger male's eyes. The Exorcist then frowned and his eyes also narrowed. "Noah, what are you doing here? You can't be here, Leave." he hissed out, and the Third Child smirked.

Tyki grinned wider and placed his hands into his pockets, his gold eyes flashing challengingly. This younger man, this child, was telling him that he didn't belong? When the other had no right to be here, within this dream that was Allen Walker's?

"I should be telling you that, Exorcist." Tyki spoke in a smooth voice, his defiance and anger that the other man was here in the first place seeping into his tone just a little. His anger simmered and boiled and Tyki's fingers twitched within his pockets. They ached to kill and maim the younger male before him.

"You don't have any right-!" The Exorcist growled out in anger before he collected himself. His purple eyes sharp and hateful, Tyki's golden eyes reflected the same look back at the Exorcist.

"I don't have any right?" Tyki purred out in a sharp and cold tone, his lips twitched at the corners of his wide smile. Darkly flashing gold eyes narrowed and his anger took a firm grip on his heart. "I have every right to be here, more right then you, Exorcist." the Third Child spat out the title like it burned his tongue to speak it. "Allen is mine, and I want you gone."

The younger male had only a moment to open his mouth, before Tyki had a hand out of his pocket and unleashed a blast of dark purple light from his open palm. The following explosion rocked the ground underneath the Noah of Pleasures feet and water, dust and wind hit him like a wall made of stone.

But Tyki stood his ground and only chuckled darkly at how good it felt to kill the male Exorcist (though it did seem to have been a little to easy). Even if he wasn't real and all this was an illusion made by the Innocence, it had still been very, very satisfying.

"Don't you think that was a little bit of an over kill?" An amused and childish voice spoke from behind him. Tyki frowned and turned, ready to kill the one who had somehow managed to sneak up behind him.

The Third Child of Noah paused however at what greeted him. A child that could be no more then seven or eight stood before him. His gray eyes watched in amusement and his dark brown hair fell in odd spikes atop his head. He was dressed in light brown trousers and a clean white shirt. His hands were hidden behind his back.

Tyki frowned at the child. His gold eyes looking the boy up and down and the brat did the same. His gray eyes calculating but still amused. It was a moment before Tyki grinned and replaced his hand back into his pocket. "And who might you be, boy?" Tyki asked in a bored tone. This small brat didn't look all that dangerous.

The young boy's lips slid up into a small knowing smile and he turned so his right side was facing the Noah. A small finger pointed north, to a place that had a gathering of dark and black storm clouds over head.

"If you are here for Allen, then you will find her there." the boy spoke in a light musical tone, his gray eyes still looking at the Noah of Pleasure, watching and gauging. Tyki frowned as the thought that he was being sized up crossed his mind.

Something was wrong with this brat…

"Is that so?" Tyki drawled out, the boy only smiled a little wider and nodded his head once in confirmation. Tyki started forward, his gold eyes still on the child until he was past him. "Then I guess I shouldn't keep her waiting."

He could feel those gray eyes sharpen and continue to watch as he took a few more steps past the small boy. He was a good few feet away before he heard the child call out to him. The young voice sounding amused on the surface, but Tyki could hear the sharp undertone, he could hear the danger that was sharper then any blade.

"I would be careful, Joyd, this place could very easily become your hell as it is hers."

Tyki turned every nerve and muscle snapping tight at the fact that the child had called him by his Noah name. His mind and instincts were screaming that the child was more dangerous then the Innocence that had pulled the young female Exorcist here, deep within her mind.

The boy was gone, the only thing Tyki could see were the ruins of the tower. Tyki growled and took a step back. That boy was probably a manifestation of the Innocence.

Or maybe he was that presence that had pulled him here in the first place, the thing that had been so disparate to get help for Allen, but Tyki doubted that. The Noah of Pleasure had his own idea on what that presence from before had been…

He needed to find his white haired beauty fast, the feeling that he was running out of time nagged him in the back of his mind. Tyki turned and moved quickly to the place that he had been told that he could find Allen.

It didn't take long before the scenery changed. Tyki had only blinked and suddenly he found himself in an old town. It was night and the sky was filled with storm clouds, making the sky even darker. His gold eyes narrowed at the fact that he hadn't felt the change take place, but the Noah didn't stop walking.

The path he was following brought him to the outskirts of the town, and Tyki found himself standing at the open gates of a graveyard. Old and new stone markers lined up in rows stood before him, but who they belonged to didn't mater to the Noah of Pleasure.

His gold eyes found the white of her person within the dark of the grave yard easily. Allen Walker, still in her ball attire, sat on top of a newly made grave, her forehead resting against the cold stone of the grave marker, her face hidden from sight by her hair and her hands holding her shaking shoulders.

Tyki frowned deeper and took one step beyond the gates. He impatiently took note of the sent of blood and death that washed over him as soon as he stepped foot into the cemetery. A freezing chill raced across his dark gray skin as his gold eyes glanced over to the young woman's right.

A torn and mangled Akuma skeleton was laying in pieces on the ground. The thing was even still burning. It was very apparent that the female Exorcist had destroyed it with her innocence. The Noah of Pleasure approached the Exorcist slowly.

His heart twisted and burning oddly at the site of her shaking and defeated poster. Standing behind her, he could taste her sorrow and pain also. His gold eyes slid back over the dark ash that had been the Akuma skeleton before they settled back on the young woman before him.

"What are you doing here?" Allen's soft, but cold voice asked from behind the white certain of her curled hair. Tyki smiled and his gold eyes slid closed. Breathing a heavy sigh, Tyki thought about telling her the truth.

That he had let himself be dragged here, within her nightmare, because he had a feeling that she needed him. That he knew that she needed him. But he didn't think that would calm her anger. The anger he could feel coming from her like that crushing sorrow that was just behind it.

Maybe if he was in his White Form, then maybe she would accept the truth. But try as he might he was unable to change. He would have to find a way to save her from this place as he was. He would have to deal with her anger toward his Black Self for now.

His eyes opened half way and they slid over her exposed milk white back. Her slight frame was tense and despair rolled of her like a bitter and cold perfume. Tyki didn't like it, didn't like this feeling and his heart twisted in his own anger at the Innocence that was causing her this pain.

Suddenly Allen pushed her petite frame up from its bent position, sitting back, and her face turned up to the sky and her whole body seemed to wilt. Tyki watched from his place behind her, before he sighed again.

Pain and deep sorrow was twisting her lovely pale face and her silver eyes were closed, shinning tears lined her white eyelashes as her pink lips twisted down into a frown. His heart ached at her beauty, even looking as broken as she did at this moment...

She was still beautiful…

Tyki took a few steps forward until he was standing next to her; he wanted so badly to hold her. But he forced his gold eyes to turn from Allen and to look at the name written on the grave stone. Gold eyes narrowed and before he could stop himself, the name left his mouth. "Mana Walker…"

Mana Walker, This human had the same surname as the white haired Exorcist, and for some reason that left a heavy pit in the bottom of his stomach. The pieces fell into place.

If the Innocence that was responsible for this dream like place, if it was like Roads power of Dreams, then this would indeed be a twisted memory. The Innocence was making Allen, and most likely any of the other humans that had been in range, relive parts of their pasts and dreams.

The presence of the destroyed Akuma now made since, if this was a memory then Allen Walker had made a deal with the Earl to bring back a loved one…

Tyki growled in anger (though for some reason his heart was aching painfully) and reached down to pull the Exorcist up and to her feet. Allen hissed and opened, then narrowed, her angry silver eyes at him. Though her glare was ruined by her tear stained cheeks. "Let me go!" she growled and tried to pull her arm from his tight grip. "Don't touch me!"

Tyki frowned as he realized that she was going to try and fight him, though he had to admit that he preferred to see that fire in her eyes then that horrid sorrow and despair.

It made him wonder though, if something were to happen to him, would she feel this kind of pain over his lose? If something were to ever happen to 'Tyki the Miner'?

Tyki pushed that thought aside. A sly grin graced his face and his gold eyes narrowed as the Third Child pulled her resisting form closer, an idea coming to him.

Allen choked back a startled cry as The Noah of Pleasure lifted her up and throw her over his broad shoulder. Tyki took one last look at the grave stone before he turned, Allen twisting, kicking, and protesting weakly from her place over his shoulder.

That heat rose up within his blood with how close she now was, and Tyki then realized where his hand was. The hand that was holding the Exorcist on his shoulder was gripping her lower thigh through the skirt of her ball grown. If he moved his hand up just a little more…

Tyki shook his head and chose to ignore the desire and heat threading through his veins.

He had what he had come for, now he just needed to find a way out of this dream. Tyki chuckled as Allen twisted just right to all most knock herself from his grip, her slim hands taking a fist full of his black jacket to keep herself from falling off the Noah's shoulder.

"Careful, darling." He purred as his shifted the light young woman into a better and more stable place, his hand sliding up higher on the back of her covered thigh. The white haired Exorcist growled in warning and irritation at the obvious move to feel her up. "Can't have you falling now can we?" Allen shivered as his hand moved just a little higher.

Tyki's grin widened as this earned him a slap to his arm and an angry hiss to keep his hands to himself. The Third Child allowed himself to smile a little in the knowledge that he had successfully distracted her from her sorrow for now.

His grin fell from his lips as a bolt of lightning flashed and a load clap of thunder shook the ground. Tyki could feel Allen tense and a second later he felt the air around them become heavy and shifted.

He jerked forward and pivoted on his right foot, and the ground where he had just been standing impacting and forming a crater. Dirt and fragments of stone exploded out, blocking his sight and rendering him unable to see who had tried to attack them.

He was still back peddling at a fast pace from the center of the explosion, when he felt the air in front on him sift. His sword of Tease formed over his free hand just in time to block the heavy swing of the rather large and wide blade that swung out from the cloud of dirt.

The force of the blow threw Allen and him to the side, but Tyki caught his footing again and skidded to a halt outside of the grave site. His gold eyes narrowed and his body tensed in anticipation of the next attack.

Allen was suddenly demanding to be put down, her voice tight but determined. The Noah of Pleasure lowered her to the ground, but his arm quickly secured itself around her waist when his keen eyes saw movement from within the cloud of dust.

Tyki hissed and pulled her thin body tight to his side and turned as suddenly their attacker came barreling out of the cloud of dust and that wide and large sword swung down.

The force behind the attacks were bone crushing, and if Tyki hadn't been a Noah then he was sure his arm would be suffering fractures from each blow. Gold eyes finally focused on the blade that was pushing powerfully against his sword.

His eyes widened, but he didn't let his guard drop. That sword…

If the colors were reversed then it would look just like…

Tyki's cold golden eyes snapped to the eyes of his opponent when the man let out a dark chuckle. His eyes narrowed at the man before him. Amused and equally cold gray eyes narrowed right back. Lightly tanned lips twisted into a wide amused grin and the other male pushed harder against his sword, forcing Tyki back a step.

Tyki growled and pushed back just as hard. Only being able to use one hand put him at a disadvantage…

But he would not risk letting go of Allen.

"Clown Belt!" Allen called out and white ribbons twisted and shot forth. The other male grinned wider and jerked to the left to avoid the attack, the two swords sending sparks into the air as the blades grinded against each other. The man with brown hair and gray eyes withdraw a few long steps back.

Tyki blinked, he hadn't even felt Allen summon her Innocence…

When his eyes opened, Tyki frowned darkly. The young man that had attacked them was now gone. Tyki's eyes narrowing coldly at the place that Allen and him were now standing. The young woman's hands gripped tightly to his shirt and he vaguely heard her gasp in horror.

They were no longer in the cemetery, the grave stones were gone and in their place were four walls of an old church. Its walls made of old gray stone and the pews of a dark wood. The ceiling was of a descant height, stain glass windows lined the walls and the place would have been peaceful and welcoming if not for the red that covered everything.

Dark red blood ran in wet streaks on the walls and pools on the floor. Twisted and broken bodies lay on the floor and in the pools of that dark red. They lay on the pews and it even looked like some of them had taken quite some time before they had died, while others looked like they had been allowed to die quickly.

Drag marks and more red streaks on the floor spoke of how some of the men and women that were dressed in black had tried to flee the massacre. But Tyki knew that none of the human priests and nuns had been able to escape this hell...

"I would be careful, Joyd, this place could very easily become your hell as it is hers." that boy had warned.

Allen pulled away from him, and Tyki could barley feel her leave his side, and she took a halting step forward. Her hands shaking at her sides as she looked upon what could only be called a blood bath. The white haired Exorcist was shaking and her pained silver eyes turned to one of the bodies when it moaned in pain.

Tyki's golden eyes narrowed coldly, his lips twisting into an unforgiving frown at the human on the ground.

Then the Third Child growled darkly and reached out and pulled Allen back to him. The memory of this place reminding him of the danger they were in. Especially Allen and her Innocence…

The blood lust was heavy and thick in the air as an insane and twisted giggle of a young man sounded from behind them. The sound spoke of deep hate and twisted and unforgiving rage. Of truly dark and horrid things…

…. Um… so the next part sounds fun doesn't it?

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Next: Can Allen and Tyki escape the blood sooked church? And why is the young man with gray eyes attacking them... or more like why is he attacking Tyki? Tyki and Allen escape the nightmare of thier memories!