Hey guys! So as the title hints this is the end of my story. Unless I get a lot of reviews of course. Any who I'm writing another story called "Cosplay Cafe." Hope you read it! Enjoy!

Master Crosses Point of View…(O M Cheese!)

I was walking around the house, looking for more money. I had ran out and Allen was off somewhere in the house. I had tried being nicer to him, only because I needed him to clean the house and get me money.

I needed some cigarettes and some beer and I was getting cranky. Allen had some friend of his over and I think they were in his room.

Then I saw something that Allen never let out of his sight. It was his black and gray notebook. I walked over and snatched it up, opening it to a random page.

Anger

Anger has a color.

The color of blood red.

I see it sliding down the walls, They leave you all for dead.

Anger leave's a broken path, behind you, you move foreword.

Sick and twisted minds we have, but really, no one cares.

The anger takes a hold of you and then you scream in terror.

When you escape from anger's clutches, you look down at you hands.

And what color do you see? Deep, Dark, Blood Red.

I blinked and turned to another page, not believing this was Allen's writing.

Pathways and Crossroads.

The pathways I walk are twisted, The crossroads I find are weak.

For every time I walk them, I fall right off my feet.

The pathways I take are broken, the crossroads have no end,

So why is it that I'm still here and not in my bed?

To this day I walk them, the pathways, crossroads are torn.

"Ouch! My foot!" I cry. Then I sigh and carry on.

Because I can't cry, and that's why I sigh.

"What the hell is wrong with him?!" I muttered out loud. I threw his notebook sown and walked into the kitchen. "He's just like his mother. Then only women I truly loved."

I thought to myself, walking over to the counter and grabbing a beer. I had a little left. Enough to get her off my mind…..

Allen's Point of View (And we are back :P)

Kanda finally bugged me enough so he came to my house to see my room. We were currently there, sitting on my small bed, cuddling.

I was in the attic room and once I cleaned it out, it was pretty bit but I never really told master that. I had taken the liberty of painting the ceiling.

It looked like the night sky, except I made some of the stars say "Keep Walking." Mana told me that a long time ago. He said that someday maybe I could meet my mom.

It never happened though. He told me that she had long brown hair and kind blue eyes. He told me that she had never wanted to leave me but my real father had almost killed me.

I leaned over and kissed Kanda deeply. Soon it escalated and he pulled my shirt over my head. He had a certain look in his eyes that I couldn't place.

"Kanda. Don't the scars bother you?" He smiled at me tenderly and kissed across one of the bigger ones. "If anything they make you even more beautiful. I love you so much."

He leaned down and kissed my cheek, stopping the tears flowing down my cheeks. I hadn't realized it but I had started crying when he was talking.

"You're so beautiful." Kanda whispered to me. I leaned up and kissed him hard, flipping us so that he was on the bottom.

I pulled his shirt off and gently kissed his tattoo. His hands tangled in my hair and we kissed again. Then I heard the door to my room slam open.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Writing? Really?!" I pulled back from Kanda, looking at my Master. He had a knife with him.

"You slut! Got a girlfriend?" Kanda glared at him and he laughed. "Oh so she's a he?! You're worse than I am. How dare you write! I'll kill you!" He said, coming closer with the knife.

I sat up and sat in front of Kanda. "Kanda. Please go." I said, my voice shaking. Kanda growled and said, "No. I'm not leaving you. We're leaving together and alive."

I nodded. Then he lunged at me. I was never very fast and I moved too slowly. I watched in slow motion as the knife stabbed me in the side.

Kanda quickly grabbed me and ran out of the room. "You'll be back you little slut!" Kanda had started talking rapidly as he walked me to his car.

"Hey baby. It's okay. You'll be okay. Just hold on until we get to the hospital. I love you so much okay? Please stay with me." I was slowly going limp in his arms.

"Yuu." He stopped babbling and looked at me. I saw that he was crying and I felt his tears on my face. I smiled sadly at him. "Thank you." My voice was a whisper by the time I finished….

Help us to survive

Help us to survive, in a world where no one listens,

To your words or your opinions, Help us to survive.

Help us to survive, the words that bring us down,

Though they may surround, Help us to survive.

Help us to survive, our acts and superstitions,

Though we feel like quitting, Help us to survive.

Help us to survive, the love we never had,

The love we wish we had, Help us to survive.

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