Fullmetal Exorcist – Chapter 26 – To Hear But Never Say
With a slight gasp of air, Kanda, Ed, Allen, and Lenalee were all breathing heavily, still asleep. Alphonse's grim expression turned into a relieved smile, while Lavi and Cross watched in disbelief.
"They did it!" Lavi jumped when he realized what happened. Road smiled, squeezing Alphonse's hand, and the younger Elric couldn't contain his excitement.
"Brother did it! Allen is back!"
But then he stopped smiling. He was tired… so tired… he must rest…
His wounds immediately made him sleep for another day.
Riza didn't take her eyes off her slumbering superior. The man was covered in burns. She remembered finding him in the middle of fire, and she immediately had Rose set up some protection for him. He had many cuts, and a broken arm. His other arm suffered a stab wound in the shoulder. The General put up a fight.
"He'll be fine, Lieutenant," Ed's voice made her jump. "His hands only been burnt since he didn't have gloves on, and he used that."
The boy standing opposite the bed had been hurt a lot, too. His eyes were quite tired, from channeling for a long time, and his own fight with Bradley added more cuts and broken automail, much to Winry's dismay. His fake limbs had been fixed quickly, but his flesh arm still needed to heal. He was carrying a box with specially carved knives.
"Edward," Riza sighed. "You should rest before performing any alkahestry on Roy."
"It's fine, Lieutenant," Ed's golden eyes wore a determined glance. "I'm quite fine. I've got permission from the Matron to help, too."
"What about Winry?"
"All she needs to worry about is my arm and leg. It's done, see?"
He raised his automail arm, but Riza sighed. How oblivious could this boy get?
"You know she worries more than just your automail, Ed."
"I know…" Ed wistfully watched his master sleep. "I didn't let her see any other wounds when she came by. Luckily, there were none on my chest."
"You shouldn't make her worry sick," Riza shook her head. "At least have her help, too."
"Just because her parents were doctors and she read all their books," Ed frowned. "That doesn't mean she can walk right in, and help."
"Ed," Riza stood up, fluffed Roy's pillow slightly. "Be a bit more lenient. Keeping a cold front isn't going to get you any allies."
"I don't too many people involved in this war," Ed began setting the knives in position. "That will just lead to more Akuma being created."
"Edward…" Riza sighed. "You care too much."
A silence rose between surrogate mother and son, until Ed remembered something.
"Hawkeye," He added. "I channeled through Roy's memories earlier. It was quick, so it wasn't hard on myself, but I can tell you what happened to Roy."
"Ah, yes… that…"
"All right, Kanda, all finished."
The Japanese samurai felt the chains melting away, and he shot up from his bed. He would have wanted to kill Lavi now, but someone else was on his mind. Al put away his knives, and picked up the rod of steel he had used for chains.
"Never do that again," Kanda warned the dark blonde, who chuckled darkly in response.
"You promise not to run out of the hospital when you're aren't supposed to?"
"Y-yes…"
"Good," Alphonse picked up his box of knives. "Let's go."
Kanda nodded and followed Alphonse through the long corridor of rooms. He passed by Lavi, who was chained to his bed. The redhead noticed Kanda was already out of the bed, and he screamed in complaint, but the Matron slapped him silly for making a racket in the infirmary. They walked deeper, passing by several Finders that Kanda didn't know, until they encountered a small hallway of separate rooms, labeled, "Private Wards."
They went to the one nearest to them, cautiously opening the door to avoid noise. Kanda kept a cool expression, but his mind was surprised at a frail young boy in the only bed of the room.
The blood and dirt had been cleaned off his hair, which was restored to its snowy white quality. His face was more distinguishable, but his forehead was wrapped in bandages, covering the recognizable pentacle scar. A blanket was placed over his body, chest down, but his arms were left lying on top. His neck was also heavily wrapped in bandages, as was his arms and chest. Allen's Innocence was brittle and seemed close to falling apart. This was what the great Allen Walker was reduced to.
"Kanda, stop staring at Allen and help me here," Alphonse snapped Kanda out of his worries, and he went straight away to taking the clipboard Alphonse gave him.
"S-sorry," He said flatly, but Alphonse shook his head.
"Have you ever done this before?"
Kanda shook his head. Of course not. He usually stowed himself away in the training room, the cafeteria, and his bedroom. Well, he also visited the library on Tiedoll's behalf to "study." With an idiot rabbit looming over his head, of course.
"Well, there's always a first," Alphonse went to the opposite of Allen's bed, surveying the bandages.
He continued. "We should be able to examine the wounds without causing any bleeding now. Can you please unwrap the ones around his head?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Please be gentle with the patient," Alphonse left the room. "I need to get the basic report."
Gentle… he had never done that before. Everything about him was strength and toughness, but being gentle… this was new. He carefully let his hands hover over Allen's head, taking the end of the bandage and carefully removing it, supporting the boy's head if necessary.
Kanda could see a large gash running down the side of Allen's head. Nasty, he thought. Soon, he heard Alphonse's footsteps approaching softly, and the door opened. Seeing what Kanda had done. Alphonse nodded in approval.
"Good, Kanda."
"Hm…" Kanda sighed, in relief. Alphonse smiled.
"See? Being gentle wasn't so hard. Now, how about the bandages around his neck?"
Hohenheim stayed in the office, quietly waiting for the "General" to come in, but one of his subordinates said he was currently in operation, so he waited more. Komui was off to see his little sister. Link was busy talking with Leverrier in a separate room, so he watched the soldier-like men write paperwork.
What really was on his mind was what had happened a few minutes ago.
Hohenheim and Link heard a commotion of a crowd of people passing by. Leverrier set down his teacup, while Komui his espresso. The two men's faces lit up with some type of joy and they rushed out of the room, eager to see the newcomers. Hohenheim and Link followed suit, not knowing who might be important to cause a racket.
They opened the office doors, and saw a line of paramedics and nurses hauling in several people in stretchers coming their way. The first he saw was a young boy with white hair, who probably was the most critically wounded, being that he was in front.
Hohenheim watched the next person, a black haired man with multiple burns on himself. His uniform was burned off badly at the sleeves, and his left shoulder was bandaged tightly. After that was a young emerald haired girl, whom Komui started to hysterically cry for. The Supervisor followed this girl he assumed was his sister. Next was a redhead with a headband, and then a man with long blue hair, and apparently, he was chained to the stretcher. Wonder why…
The last two caught his eye. Two blonde boys, a year apart, being carted off to the infirmary. Both had small ponytails, too, and the faces were too recognizable. Without thinking, he rushed to their side, trying to confirm who they were. But a tight-lipped Matron whacked him over the head.
"Do not approach Major Elric and Doctor Elric, young man! They are under critical condition! Please stand aside. Visiting hours will be held when we say so!"
Hohenheim backed away, but his eyes were glued on the two boys until they were out of his view. Link, relieved that they had come, was busy steadying his superior, who was crying tears of joy (Leverrier crying happily! That's gotta be impossible! Ha! I disproved it!).
"Allen Walker… he's alive… thank goodness…"
The Eastern Sage silently noted that something was up with those two boys he saw, and was resolved to talk to them face to face.
He buried his face in his hands. How was he going to talk to them. Would they know him? Would they accept him after all the things he's never done with them? Was he… Would they… Will he… How will he... This was too many questions for the last man of Xerxes.
He had asked about the two boys, but the subordinates didn't give names, probably because they didn't trust outside visitors. All they said was that when Riza came back, she would escort him to see the infirmary patients. Who was Riza in the first place?
Conveniently, the door opened, and a blonde woman with pinned up hair strode in, holding her handy clipboard, and those slacking off went straight to work at her cold presence. Hohenheim assumed that this woman was the Riza they mentioned.
"You wish to see the patients?"
"Y-Yeah! I'm sorry for rushing you."
"There's no worry," Riza answered flatly, and turned on her heel. "Follow me."
They passed through the hallway, and Riza couldn't help but notice that Hohenheim was amazed at the architecture. That was common, since Ed, being the genius at almost anything, contributed most to the design and construction than anyone else. But this type of awe was different, as if the man was familiar with the architecture, and was amazed to see it again.
Her mind set itself on other things now, such as the cause of Roy's injuries. Surely the stab wound was not severe enough to paralyze, but there was always the risk…
Roy passed under Bradley's next swing and snapped at the man's chest, blowing him twenty feet across the room, in flaming embers. At this point, Roy expected ash, but footsteps surprised him.
"You'll need to do much more than that to take away my face, Mustang."
What? How could he-
A sharp intake of breath and Roy was clutching his right wrist, his white glove blooming red. His teeth was clenched as he seethed, wondering just how Bradley could've broken his wrist so easily. This chase was getting really irritating, and he had already gotten cuts and bruises all over himself. His tattered sweaty uniform and the fire he made wasn't helping him stop the dizziness in his head, either.
"Stop dawdling," Bradley taunted. "I've been looking for better game, you know."
A sharp pop of a blade piercing through flesh overridden the crackling of a flame, and a sharp cry made a smile curve on the other's lips. Roy was on his knees, panting, while Bradley's shimmering sword was run through his left shoulder. Bradley held a firm hold on the grip of the protruding weapon.
"Now that's better," He smiled. "I guess this won't be all… because I want to hear just a little more."
Another curdling scream produced a glint of delight in Bradley's eyes as he examined his bloody blade, letting the red drip onto his bare hands. He had little remorse for the red liquid on himself. He had spilled far too many of it before, he didn't care.
Bradley flung away the swords, knowing that Roy was in sure defeat if both his hands were incapable of moving. He tore away the white gloves, discarding them in the nearest bonfire. Assuming Roy could no longer snap out a single candlelight, Bradley stood up, and looked down with triumph.
"Hm," A tone of descending interest. "I find you boring."
"G-guh…"
"Hm? You want something…"
"W-wrath… Remorseful… Wrath…"
The younger man's middle finger twitched uncontrollably, and made its way to the thumb, and a small brush between each other. Disbelieving to Bradley's eyes, a massive white spark was growing from the fingers.
What was left was a firestorm of blue rage, the room was set aflame.
Riza opened the door, allowing Hohenheim to enter peacefully. A matron was tending to a young girl that Komui was crying over, but he let his mind wander to two patients in the corner.
One was a black haired man, asleep, and wrapped with many bandages. Another was the one of the blonde boys, sitting impatiently on the side of the bed. Hohenheim only saw the back of the boy's head.
Ed seemed to be talking to the sleeping patient. "Lieutenant, you may leave."
"Yes, sir."
Hohenheim assumed this boy had more authority than Riza, despite the age… and height difference. When Hawkeye surrounded the bed with curtains, they were left alone.
"I got a tipoff from Falman that you were in the building, Van Hohenheim of Xerxes," the boy said with a distinct tongue of disgust.
"Um… excuse me?" Hohenheim wanted the boy to turn around and talk to him, taking a few steps closer, but before he knew it, a metal fist was shoved into his face, sending him back instead. He massaged his nose, glad that it didn't break.
"You… damn excuse… for a father," the boy was venting his anger through heavy breathing. His eyes, the most striking feature to the old man, were glaring gold. So this boy was really…
"Edward…"
"No." Ed silenced his dad. "I know everything, bastard. Would you like me to retell you?"
"N-n…No…"
A father lectured by his son… that was expected…
He summed up his courage. "Where's Alphonse?"
"He's busy," Ed answered briskly.
"Please…"
"If you want to talk to my younger brother, you'll have to go through me, Roy, and Riza first. Especially me, though."
Hohenheim gulped, seeing that his oldest son was not making reunion easier for anyone.
"Tell me," Ed asked. "Did you come here to see Dorian Gray?"
"Somewhat…"
"I want a straight from you, Hohenheim," Ed's furrowed eyebrows made Hohenheim sweat bullets. "Yes, or No."
"Y-yes… but I can explain…"
"I don't want to hear the story from you in the first place!"
A slam of a fist on the bedside table, followed by worried whispers of passing nurses.
"Edward…" Hohenheim quietly pointed to Roy. "Don't you think you might wake him up?"
Seeing Ed's shaking automail arm made him silent. Ed turned around again, not facing him. Hohenheim wished that Alphonse was here instead of Ed, but he didn't even know how Alphonse would say it.
"But I didn't learn this yet," Ed's voice quavered. "Where the hell were you when Mom died? Where were you when Al cried because I was the 'only one left in the family?' Where were you when I saw the Millennium Earl? Where were you when… when I made THAT happen? You worry about people finding out about your damn long life, but I… I…"
Ed supported himself on the bedpost. "You… damn… bastard…"
Then the ice wall began to melt. The Eastern Sage heard small chokes and sniffles. Edward's shoulders were trembling furiously, and his feet seemed about to go weak.
"Ed… ward…" Hohenheim stuttered, but a small cough startled him. Attention was turned to the once asleep patient, who was now trying to get up in bed.
"Edward," the black haired man sighed. "Please…"
The blonde boy looked up, and he nodded, quickly flinging aside the curtains as he departed. The black haired man watched worriedly as he heard a young girl asking Ed about his face.
"I'm sorry…" the man turned to Hohenheim, who was already in shambles of the short yet meaningful act. "My apprentice is very hard-shelled… I'm Roy Mustang…"
"I… am… Van Hohenheim…"
Alphonse looked up from the bed, and Kanda watched him.
"Something wrong?"
"I felt a presence…" Al described. "It was so… nostalgic… Ed's spirit is somewhat unstable, like he's been crying…"
"The Shorty is… crying…?" Kanda looked at the younger boy, stunned at Al's words… Ed… the hotheaded brat… was crying…?
"He does cry, moron," Al went to his work, examining Allen's Innocence. "You know everyone has emotions… Out of the family… Although I seem to be more emotional, it's the opposite. Ed wears a mask when he's with strangers to cover up that he's still hurting from past experiences he never let anyone heal for him. I ask why, but he calls them reminders. I'm glad people like Winry are getting more involved in his life… He's a bit more open… if my dad came… he would've broken down a lot more… I should see Ed after we're done with this… this should be the second to last thing to check."
"Hn." Kanda nodded promptly, but he noticed something odd.
"Um… Alphonse…"
"Hm?"
"You should check this here…"
"Oh… again?"
"Yeah… I think there's more to this…"
Alphonse looked over again, and saw his report, seeing his findings and his second observation with more detail.
"Oh dear…" Alphonse gulped.
"Hm?" Kanda looked at the report Al had finished. He clenched his teeth at the assumption. He was no doctor, but this was glaring obvious.
"S-sorry…" Hohenheim bowed before leaving Roy, footsteps scurrying as fast as possible. Riza walked in, and was suddenly apologizing and asking questions, but she didn't shed tear yet.
"Where's Edward?" Riza asked. Roy shook his head.
"That Hohenheim was his father," Roy nodded. "I'm sure you know what had happened. The Matron is helping him, and Winry's getting here, too. He'll be here shortly."
"Hello, sir."
Mustang saw Alphonse and Kanda, who seemed slightly not so happy, and he understood.
"The report, right?"
"I need to announce this in private," Al murmured. "All the high officers need to come. That means the generals and Exorcists."
"I would like to see the report before it's given to everyone else, please," Roy held out his hand, and Alphonse instead placed it on his lap, knowing his fingers wouldn't hold. Roy perused it, but he then looked at Al in a concerned tone."
"And?"
Alphonse gripped his clothing, and Kanda grit his teeth.
"Allen… his vocal chords… are completely damaged. I will proceed to heal them, but he… won't be able to say a word… from the trauma…"
Roy nodded, but when he saw the last words, he immediately dropped the clipboard in shock.
"What… the… hell… was this…?"
Alphonse and Kanda shifted uncomfortably.
"Allen… well…"
"Hohenheim," Link noticed the depressed grimace. "You're not well, are you?"
"Yes…" Hohenheim nodded. Leverrier set down his tea. They retreated to a private study hidden away from most people. Only high officials knew the location.
"Edward is indeed the most sensitive of the two Elrics," He noted. "I've been working with him for a few years. He's quite a hard-worker, but he doesn't like to open himself to others. His brother does a lot of talking for him. I'm glad he's able to recover from his injuries that caused the loss of of his limbs, but that was only physical, not mental."
"He… lost them in torture, didn't he," Hohenheim added, and Leverrier nodded.
"Edward probably dislikes you because of this," He said. "The tortures were the aftermath of Order 3066. I've done some research with him, and we've found you were the one who made the spark of it all. Besides the fact that a new category of Exorcists was formed, controversy was planted, too."
"Yes…" Hohenheim nodded. "It was me… but I could have changed that. Had I not prematurely left the team of scientists, this wouldn't have happened."
"But…" Leverrier said. "The past is the past. If Order 3066 wasn't passed, Edward could've resorted to becoming an Akuma after the botched plan of resurrecting her mother through alchemy. Two killing machines could have been born. Roy wouldn't have risen to the high position he is now as my coworker, and the Silver Shield would not have existed, and neither would this very building. Please understand that you did contribute something good for us all in some way."
"Th-thank you… Malcolm…"
"As for the 14th…" Link reminded them.
"Ah, yes," Leverrier nodded. "I hear you have been acquaintances with the 14th. Would you care to fill in the gaps of the story? Such as… why Mana Walker died before you besides the fact that you both consumed that immortality potion equally? What happened between you three?"
"Mana stayed with the 14th," Hohenheim began. "I lost contact with them, so I went into hiding for the meantime. Throughout history, Mana and Dorian were on the run from the Earl, with the highest fourteen members of the Noah being resurrected multiple times, except for Adam. Dreams, or Road Kamelot, was resurrected once, taking the body of a young Exorcist a few centuries before by the name of Avalon Dante.
"It wasn't until a hundred years ago, I found the 14th and Mana again, and we reformed the trio… It was quite funny… we tried to think of a name… and we called ourselves the Yatagarasu for some reason. Dorian found the name during his travels… a three-legged raven… the sun… Quite odd how we said yes to it anyway.
"Since Mana used more energy to stay alive than I did, he exhausted his life supply, and perished earlier. I've done little work and received little damage, so I have some more to go. But I'm not the one leading this battle. Since the 14th is in another vessel again, he probably had to change gears, and let three other people be this group we made."
"You mean those related to you three…" Link gasped. "Like… Edward, Alphonse, and Walker?"
"Indeed." Hohenheim laid back on the chair. "I do not know what his next move is yet, since Dorian hasn't resurfaced in a long time. But I have a way to do so, without having to lose Allen."
"There's a way?" Leverrier sat up quickly, eager to know.
"It's a tricky form of channeling," Hohenheim was alarmed by Leverrier's sudden move. "You see…"
"Mr. Leverrier!"
A door was opened quickly, with Olivia Armstrong marching through. "Mustang asks for all high officers and Exorcists to meet at Private Ward 2. He was moved there just today."
Leverrier got up and with Link following, left the room. The door shut on Hohenheim. He had the choice to go, but to see Edward like that… He shouldn't step in fully yet…
Winry waited outside the Ward, listening in. She heard cuts, bruises, stitches… She knew all those would happen.
"I healed Allen's vocal chords, but he won't be speaking at all for another couple months. We'll need to help him as much as possible so he can recover quickly…"
"So, Allen is mute," Winry noted to herself, zoning out of the clamor of voices inside.
"There is more… unfortunately," Al continued. "Allen Walker had…"
The last word made Winry jump out of her seat, and at the same time the crowd gained more volume.
"Outrageous!"
"What the hell!"
"Why did that bastard…"
"Allen! He…"
"Wait."
Kanda's voice silenced them all. Winry took the courage to open the door slightly, seeing Kanda facing everyone. Kanda frowned, like usual, but with less viciousness.
"Like Alphonse said," He said angrily. "We'll all help him. But if you idiots keep talking, nothing's going to get done, damnit. So is that all, Alphonse?"
"Yes, it is," Alphonse nodded. Ed said nothing. Roy then saw conclusion.
They discussed more subjects, such as what to do with recovery, and other things, but those weren't going to last in Winry's memory for long. The fact that Allen… she shook it away. Nothing was going to stop them from getting Allen back to his usual self. She barely conversed with the boy, but she knew he deserved this support…
She was sitting outside, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the meeting was dismissed, and Ed was the first one out. The golden blonde was watching Winry think, staring at her unblinkingly. Alphonse had rushed away to Allen's room, not noticing anything else. Kanda walked behind closely. Ed was alone with Winry…
"Winry…" He snapped her back to reality.
"Oh, Edward!" Winry got up. "How was it?"
"I didn't need to tell you," Ed sighed. "You were listening anyway."
Winry stopped the joyful act, and folded her arms.
"Ed… Allen… he…"
"Yeah…" Ed looked away. "He survived it all, too. I bet the next thing we'll deal with is therapy for his suicidal behavior, if we're unlucky."
Ed felt the arms wrapping around his neck, and he stooped slightly to rest his chin on Winry's shoulder. Allen and Edward were the same. They were closed away from society and left for dead, but Ed recovered. What about Allen, who had gone through this two times, with more brutality than the Fullmetal Alchemist?
"Ed…" Winry talked to him closely. "You'll help him, won't you?"
"I will." Ed sighed. "What else am I supposed to do?"
A/N: This story is going to stay as T-rated as possible, and I'm careful not to cross the line, but those of you who probably knew what I implied, good job. Those who don't, you'll learn later. Now I make Bradley a total bastard and Leverrier a nice guy. Link's nice, too. Too bad that's probably not so true in the actual DGM universe itself. Don't worry! not all of Allen's injuries will happen again in the yullen adaptation. Trust me, the plot is radically different. Yep. Poor Allen... he really got messed up... now the guy's a mute for a while, too. Yay! Big Yullen implication and EdxWinry moment!
Next Chapter: Equilibrium: Hohenheim confronts Alphonse, who surprisingly (no, obviously) welcomes him, and tells him everything that has happened. Lenalee is still in some shock of the news, and Ed, Winry, and Lavi help her out. Roy calls the Black Order to report news, getting several reactions from everyone. Cross, who actually attended the meeting, watches his apprentice, conversing with kanda, who is supposed to be Al's temporary assistant during his recovery. Hohenheim then performs the channeling that will help communication with Dorian, and learns of Roy's theory of helping Allen with sustaining his Noah side, but the channeling turns everything around, and a new plan must be made.
Oh, as for the Yullen fans who just can't wait for the story yet. I've decided, since I'm going to be updating super slow from now on, i'm might put up an occasional excerpt. So here's one. a funny one, to brighten up things.
preview for Intangible Essence:
"Yuu…" Lavi pointed at Kanda's hand, "Why are you wearing a ring?"
Kanda glanced at the silver band on his finger, and scowled as he hid it from view, hands digging into his pockets. He had forgotten his gloves.
"Nothing." The man tried to pretend he was watching the countryside outside the window.
"Aw… Yuu…" Lavi teased. "Don't tell me you've proposed to someone…"
Lenalee began to giggle at the thought, and Road smiled. The Elric Brothers were too close to laughing.
"I said," Kanda answered sharply. "It's nothing. What with you and rings, anyway?"
"Kanda," Ed smiled. "Don't avoid the question. You proposed to someone…?"
Kanda, for the first time, flushed bright red, and shook his head quickly. Lavi was smiling, and was about to tease him more until he admitted it, but Kanda revealed the hand with the silver ring.
"Yes, I did propose to someone," Kanda sighed exasperatedly. Everyone's eyes flickered with interest.
"You did…?"
Kanda shot them a cold stare, not wanting any more questions. Then Lavi took it further.
"Yuu, who did you-"
"I'm not telling you idiots." Kanda watched the window. "It's between me and her."
After that, the others speculated who was this "special someone" Kanda had.
"I bet it's Claire," Lavi said aloud. "You've been a lot more mellow when she came-"
"Shut up," Kanda growled. "She came last week and no, it's not her."
Lavi sighed... Guess he think further.
"Hm... how about Winry?"
This earned Lavi a big beating from Ed and Al, who started screaming that Kanda and Winry barely knew each other.
"How about... Rose?"
"She's engaged to someone else, moron!" Ed bashed him over the head again, and Lavi was groaning from his bruises.
"Fine, then who the heck is it, Yuu?"
Kanda didn't answer, and pretended he didn't hear anything, but the Bookman Junior saw through it all. He decided to throw the samurai off course a bit.
"How about Allen? He's adorable, you know!"
"WHAAAA?"
Everyone stared at the redhead in astonishment. (Remember, guys, no one except Kanda and possibly Ed knows that Allen's a girl here)
"Are you crazy?" Al shouted. "Allen's a guy! You should know better than that!"
"Yeah, Lavi," Ed played along. "I'm sure Kanda's not that screwed."
"Fine, fine..." Lavi laid back in defeat, then he noticed a shocked look on Kanda's face. "Aha! Kanda! It's true, isn't it? You're engaged to Allen!"
Kanda stood up abruptly, and left the compartment, fuming as he went. The door was slammed on the others.
"Nice job, Lavi," Lenalee smiled. "I've never seen Kanda blush so much before!"
"Um..." Road asked quietly. "Kanda isn't... 'screwed...' is he...?"
"It was a joke," Lavi brushed it off. "Don't worry. It's not like he's planned to get married at all."
But boy were they wrong...
The first chapter of the story is close to completion, and I felt the urge to add a character from another universe for no reason into the series, so I guess I'll make a poll some time soon. It will keep going until this story ends the next one is launched. This extra character will make frequent appearances in the story. The character will probably retain their original abilities/powers/skills, but I might change it a bit as I had done with the concept of Alchemy being a type of Innocence. So the choices are here:
1) Gilbert Nightray from Pandora Hearts
2) Miles Edgeworth from Phoenix Wright (probably because he dresses so old fashioned anyway)
3) Lelouch Lamperouge from Code Geass (Haha... so time-inconsistent)
4) Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler
5) Vongola Primo from Reborn!
6) or Tsuna (Because he's cute half the time, and badass the other half)
7) Jack Vessalius from Pandora Hearts
I'm setting up a poll really soon, so several of the choices above will appear. Good luck deciding!
... Aha!
I finally set up the poll, and now, remember, you get two choices, first choice and second choice. If I feel like it, I'll keep small updates of which guy's in the lead.