Pairing: KandaxAllen, and Everyone-one-sidedxAllen.

Warnings: Violence, and Blood.

Summery: Allen's power goes out of control for the first time in his life and he does something unchangeable.

Hello again, told you I would see you again in the next chapter! Probably thought I was lying, right?

Well, I wouldn't blame you for thinking that...:(

Anyway, I wanted to say that I like this story. That is all.

Enjoy.:x

"...Allen?... Did you finally wake up?... I'm sorry...that I couldn't prevent this from...happening...but, I just couldn't...hurt you...anymore than...I already have... I'm so sorry, Allen... I'm a coward..." Mana winced at the pain of talking, but he couldn't leave Allen until he was sure that the child was okay.

Allen's head was aching. It felt as if someone stuffed cotton into his head, and he only just awoke from a deep sleep, "Mana?"

He stood up, only to slip on something wet, and fall.

"Mana?!" Allen quickly backed away from the puddle he had fallen into. Staring at his shaking hands he struggled to process what he was seeing, "Blood? Mana, why is there—?!"

Turning towards the direction he heard Mana's voice, Allen fast-beating heart froze.

Mana was lying on the ground bleeding profusely from his stomach. His clothes were soaked in his own blood.

Looking down at himself Allen saw that his own brand new white dress-shirt was stained with the crimson.

"Mana—!"

"Allen... I don't have much time, but...I want you to know it wasn't your fault... It was never your fault... You didn't mean to do anything wrong... so please go on without...me..." Mana talked slowly, and as blood leaked from his mouth and trailed down his chin, he forced a sad smile.

"No! You promised me! You weren't supposed t leave me! We were going to be together forever! YOU PROMISED!" Allen yelled at Mana with tears cascaded freely down his blood splattered face.

Mana flinched at Allen's words, at how much hurt could be heard from the small boy, and it was all caused by a single promise he knew he couldn't keep.

"Allen...please don't be like that... I just—..." Mana's face contorted in pain as he coughed up more blood.

"Mana!" Allen crawled towards Mana's dying body, trying to find some way to save his most precious person, "You can't! I won't let you! I won't let you leave me alone!"

"Allen..." Mana whispered.

"I don't care what you have to say! You are staying with me!" Allen was sobbing, coughing, and having trouble breathing.

"Allen... I'm truly sorry..." Mana lightly touched Allen's cheek, smearing more of his blood on the porcelain face.

"I DON'T CARE!" Allen screamed angrily, he grasped Mana's hand in both of his, unable to see Mana's face anymore due to his tears blurring his vision, "We're family! You're my only family!"

To Mana Allen was his child in everyway... And he loved him more than his parents ever could have...

Mana simply smiled sadly, moved his hand gently out of Allen's desperate grip, and started rubbing soothing circles on Allen's back to try and comfort the small boy he loved like his real son.

"Never stop, Allen, always keep walking..." Mana's hand fell limp, as the light in his eyes faded, but they continued to gaze at Allen's face dully.

Allen could still feel the tingles left behind from Mana's familiar soothing touch on his back, but instead of comforting him like it had done later that day, it caused the pain in his chest to spike sharply.

Allen was always afraid to call Mana anything other than his name. He always believed that the moment he admitted to that kind of relationship, Mana would leave him.

Just like his real parents...

"Father...Father...Father...Father...Father...Fath er...Father...Father...Father...Father..." Allen chanted the foreign word over and over again, waiting for Mana to smile wider, but instead he saw Mana's final, sad, smile slacken into something similar to a forced, pained one.

"NO!" The air around Allen stilled, and all the oxygen in the room shot outwards, breaking all the windows, "Allen will never allow you to leave. You will be chained to him from this moment on."

A pained scream could be heard from all over the neighborhood.

"Don't try to fight Allen, if you do you will only cause yourself more pain, and that, in turn, will inflict damage on Allen's body. You don't want that right?" The screaming faded to an echo, "Good."

Flames circled around Allen and Mana, hiding them from view as the flames grew high enough to lick the ceiling.

I cal ou ti thi demo, ma thi hea mi ple. I, ai thi messeng oi dea ti al whi pra ti thi ligh, asi oi yo ti bin thi deceas sou ti mi bod," The flames darkened to a blue-purple, it grazed Allen's left cheek, burning a curse into his face. It started as a pentagram on his forehead, trailed down in a line that severed his eyebrow and marred his eyelid; hooked slightly at his cheekbone and followed his cheek down close to his chin. It also had an extra line of scar tissue that ran parallel to his lower eyelid.

"With this contract, your soul is now bound to Allen, you will never be able to escape from Allen and his inevitable fate at my hands. Goo-Byi, Mai Walk."

Allen collasped to the floor, blood seeping from his face where the curse was cinged into his flesh. With Allen no longer keeping the flames at bay, they spiralled out of control, destroying everything they touched, and with everything that the flames consumed they turned a shade darker.

Until, they were finally pitch black.

And when the police got there, they were greeted with buildings burn of black fire that could not be put out, and corspes everywhere that seemed to all have the same cause of death.

A fatal wound to the stomach.

The only building that didn't burn, though it was engolfed with the flames, was the one the rescurers checked first, and it was the one that held the only survivor: A small boy with a scar on his face, a badly burn arm.

He was found unconscious next to a burned black corspe. The police were able to save the boy, but the moment they left the building with the boy intact, the house collasped immediately behind them.

Almost as if the house wanted to make sure the boy was saved before finally giving in.

Once the boy was outside his house...the flames stopped.

The police investigated for 6 months, they wanted to interrogate the child, but he wouldn't say a thing... He wouldn't even leave his bed... He only stared blankly ahead of him, almost as if he wasn't there anymore... Giving up, as they hit another dead end, the case was dropped...

And in the end it was all deemed a tragic accident, nothing more, nothing less.

People were skeptical, some thought the government was covering something up, but didn't push for answers they knew they weren't getting. Some couldn't leave it be. They started their own private investigations...

Though most people didn't care, and the event was all but forgotten as their daily lives continued without further incident.

No one would have guessed that that fateful day was a key sacrifice in the true tragedy that would happen years later.

When that little cursed boy...matured.

If you guys are wondering what 'Allen' (*hint,hint*) said then here it is!: "I call out to the demons, may they hear my pleas. I, as the messenger of death to all who pray to the light, ask of you to bind this deceased soul to my body." & "Good-Bye, Mana Walker."

It was originally under the font of Symbol, but for some reason it deleted the words, so I had to mix up the words so that you guys understand that 'Allen' is talking in a different language.

Alright then, bye everyone! Review if you want to! The opportunity to co-op (EverWrite) with me is still open, so don't be afraid to PM me!;D