A/N: Welcome, welcome. This is an out of no-where story that has be begging me to write it for EVER! This idea first came around, two-three months ago believe it or not. This is the first written one and typed and I hope it goes well. Once again, if you likey, you can ask for it to be a mult-chap. If you don't to bad it's staying!
sskkhjfangirl: Thanks for the support. And much to your happiness (hopefully) I'm going to change 'Scaring the Dark' into a story. But please be patient I'm a tad slow as of late...
Lonly Kitty: Glad to hear from you like always. "Scaring the Dark" will definitly become a story thought it will take some time. My dog follows me as far as she can... that or until she see's another dog. Then she's gone... The other one should have been confusing with all my word manipulating. We weren't aloud to revel the main characters name till the end of the story... so yeah. The shadow is helping Allen... I'm not big on the whole "The Noah's are evil, take over, and turn you into a bastard with their maniupulating ways." it's cool, but just not my cup of HC (hot chocolate)
Characters Included: Cross, Allen, 'Maria'
Pairings: None... unles you want it to be CrossxAllen but it was just ment to be as it is...
Time M/A: Manga- before any chapter, durning Allens training/Same with anime
Summary: Cross discovers that Allen is a Noah without seeing it. What worse it that it causes his student a rush of cold, dark words, and memories that only begin happy to end horrible. A dip into why Allen say's "Good-night" or "Please bring this poor soul salvation"...
Dedication/Inspiration: Inspired by Riku-dono's fics and the "The Window" fic; well really those two just gave me the push to finaly bring this too life. No dedication.
Warnings: Swears, gore (though not descrpetive) my wierd song...
Rating: Probeerly T-ish, M-ish because of the swear...
Title
Cold Spell
Allen couldn't keep his body from shaking as he watched his master. It had only been a month since the cold man had taken him in and Allen was already use to akuma. What he wasn't use to was Cross chanting strange words at the level threes that had attacked.
Cross, being the womanizer he was, aloud a female akuma close enough to steal his beloved 'judgment'. Allen couldn't take on the level two's let alone the level threes. Telling his apprentice that he didn't want a corpse to deal with, he had sent Maria to protect Allen in a shield. Said innocence was holding the boy close in a cold hug as it sang its way into their enemies' heads.
As the corpse innocence kept Allen safe, Cross had rushed out into the battle. The poor child thought his master was going to die and kept telling to run that he would distract them. He had already faced Cross's debit's but he didn't want the last person that was important to him die.
As so, Allen watched in horror as demon after demon was destroyed b his master as he recited strange words.Spells. That's what they reminded him of. Like of wizards and warlocks. Witches and sorcerers. He felt the corpse tighten its hold on him, and roll out of the way as the building behind them collapsed. Without wasting any time, the akuma rushed to where he was; now being able to see him. He let out a cry as he tried to raise his damaged akuma-weapon. He saw the strange blade whip of the akuma come close to his body only for it to be halted.
Maria was standing, singing louder than ever, forcing the demon's back. Allen looked at it, relief on his face. He heard his master shout out more words destroying the other akuma, confident in his second innocence's ability to protect his pupil. Allen's eyes were suddenly everywhere. Dashing from akuma to building to his master and back. He could smell the blood and debrief. Could taste the sulfur from the fire and felt the sting as dirt rubbed into his cuts. But he couldn't hear anything. It's as if someone had made him deaf or everyone else mute. His eyes were wide from shock, seeing Marian's lips move but no sound escaping. Watching the akuma attack the singing mistress yet no words or melodies blessed his ears.
Allen felt wet, hot tears sting down his face. He could see the water drip to the ground, taste the strange saltiness that entered his mouth, and could smell the dirt being washed off his face. He felt a powerful pulse and raised his eyes to see his master shouting at him. Worry and frustration creasing the usually monotone face.
"Why is he so worried? Maria is with me…" he turned just in time to see the corpse be throw back by an akuma. Other's advanced on him, and he saw Cross try to run to him only for his way to be blocked.
Tink
"What?"
Tink, tee
"What is that sound?"
Tink, tee, don. The akuma were right in front of him, holding his tiny body by the neck. They must have been laughing because they had wide smiles and kept opening their mouth wide. Allen felt his eyes glaze, as if someone had put a small layer of some sort of liquid over them. He felt his small hands raise, one white the other blood red. He gripped the akuma's arm and watched them laugh harder.
"I wouldn't laugh if I were you." He spoke, hearing nothing but knowing what he said. The laughing ceased and he saw Cross' eyes widen in the distance. "I would be running…" he felt as hiss escape his lips. His grip tightened as he listened to the sounds in the distance.
Tink, dong, pon, pa. Ping, chika, don don. Tee, tees uk, wi. Sola. Tee-ti. Don-don. Do. So, la. Mama, mo, chika. This sounds repeated in different combinations. Rearranging themselves. His mouth was moving again but he wasn't even conscious to that movement. He let the sounds overwhelm him, engulfing them in a sick melody.
"Burn this corpse…" "Burn this corpse." Allen heard a strong echo that was his voice reply back to him.
"Burn this corpse to the ground and envelop him in a sweet and gentle hug" he spoke, only his voice present in the blurring images as he repeated the words he saw his master use.
"As he breathes his last breathes promise him you love him so." His hands glowed a dark, misshapen colour.
"Let your words south his soul." The akuma screamed as its body was enveloped in pain.
"Bring forth the demons that burn my corpse, sing my song to cleanse this earth." The akuma exploded but still Allen sang in his trance.
"Hate and love come hand in hand, we can only more forward." Allen felt his body rise; he was no longer in control.
"I am hate and you are love, so come with me hand in hand." He felt his voice grow as other sounds reached his ears.
"To burn his corpse to the ground." He heard Marina's yell and the sickening crack of mechanical bones as akuma were crushed from the inside.
"Attached to the sickly pole, we laugh and sing to burn the coal." Laughter. Allen could here laughter coming from him as he whipped his arms at the akuma.
"Cursing this world with our soul, we watch him burn at the pole." They screamed, clutching their heads as they felt pain.
"Singing as we fan the coal."
"How long will it take to break his soul?" More explosions.
"We use words that fall to the earth."
"Nothing real and nothing hurt."
"Speaking gibberish to his name, we curse you soul in our vain."
"Children never learn these words."
"Only cursed one speak the truth."
"We let you sing our gory song in hopes to burn his dying soul." He watched the demons drop dead one after another, his words never wavering as he attacked with this strange power.
"Burn his corpse at the pole, fanning coal as you go."
"You fall into the flames and scream out loud."
"It is you on the pole, burning flesh as we go."
"How long will it take to break your soul?" As he finished, he felt the glaze left off his eyes. He could hear perfectly as the remaining sounds of the melody were only silent echoes. He fell to his knees, his body shaking and tears racing down his cheeks. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Cross, his face showing no emotion. Allen reached out with a bloody hand, tears running as slow as the stained blood that lingered on his angelic face.
"Master" he cried out. He was freighted. He didn't know what had happened. He saw his master use words to defeat the akuma, he saw Maria sing them to death and yet he could barely move. So he too sang and weaved words into an attack. He didn't know that it would work; it was as if it was second nature to him.
His body felt cold as Cross picked up the tiny child in his large arms. He pressed against it, trying to gain heat and for once, Marian didn't seem to mind. He saw Maria walk up them, handing Cross his missing gun.
"Allen." His voice was as cold as his body. "Who taught you that." he pushed harder against him. Cross looked down, about to yell he felt Allen's hand. It was freezing. Colder than a corpse, colder than any winter that he had been stuck in. "Shit…" he said as he held the boy close and ran to the next town. After all, this town was filled with ashes, broken buildings, and the remains of the exploded akuma's bodies.
Cross tapped his foot impatiently outside. He had been waiting only twenty minutes but Cross was an impatient man. He was able to get Allen to a small clinic in a total hour after the battle and still his body was freezing. Cross touched his
chest, where the boy was leaning against. He shivered. It was cold there and he was wearing a coat and had already eaten some warm soup.
The doctor opened the door, facing a pissed off Cross who just wanted to beat Allen and leave. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me how that bastard is?" The doctor was a tad shocked at the man's words, but was not completely. When he had first come in, he had literally thrown the poor boy at him and told him to fix his temperature.
"His body heat is still low and he shows no signs of getting better. However, his body appears to be functioning just fine even with the lack of heat. I do not know what has caused this or if it will be fixed." The doctor stated, leaving no room for questions. He turned and left, leaving the door open.
Cross cursed and slammed the door behind him as he entered the room. Summoning all his rage he glared at his apprentice and burst.
"You idiot! What the fuck were you doing out there? I told you to fucking run and you just sit there like a moron. Then you start spitting out some words and kill everything in sight while laughing like a fucking mad man! (1) What the hell were you thinking!" breathing heavily he sat himself down on the chair beside the bed and looked at his scared-out-of-his-wits apprentice. "Well? What happened?" his voice was calm, no furry remaining.
Allen looked at the man, and at the bed sheets. He still felt so cold even after that doctor had tried helping him. He felt cold hands touch his hands and noticed nothing was there. These hands felt colder than his own and he pulled away bringing his knees up to his chest and burying his face. "I saw you." He began. "And Maria attacking with your voices. I thought that I should help, that I should be able to attack with my voice." Cross grunted but let the child continue. "I watched your lips, and mimicked the words." Cross froze, his own body developing a chill. "Those words felt right. As if they belonged on my tongue. So I continued mimicking. But, then. All the sound was drained away. I could feel and smell. See and taste. All of that, but I could no longer hear." He paused as Cross had moved onto the bed, facing the wall away from Allen. "Then I heard strange noises. I had never heard anything like them. All of a sudden, words came to my mind and I spoke them." Allen shook his head even though Cross couldn't see. "No, I sang them. I saw how you used words and how Maria used song, so I thought if I combined the two I would be able to pull… something off." The cold hands returned as Cross spoke.
"Well you sure did. Your saying that you mimicked my spells, copied Maria's singing and just made up words?" Cross couldn't believe what he was hearing. Allen had never used magic before in his life, that much was sure, yet he was able to learn like it was nothing. All he did was watch and mimic and suddenly
he could do it to the point where he could even build it into something that Maria, a high level innocence used.
He sighed, patting his lap. "Come here." He spoke softly. Allen was confused but followed his master's orders, pushing away the cold hands. Once Allen was seated, Cross hugged Allen, chanting soft words. "Repeat."
"Pardon?"
"Damn it Allen! Do you want to get better or not?! Now repeat after me…" Allen was shocked to not only have his master be hugging him, his some-what kind words, but the fact that he trying to help him. He laid against Cross' chest and watched him repeat the words. His hearing once more died and he felt the glaze return. The coldness began to back off as he repeated those words.
Cross' eyes shot to his apprentice. He didn't expect his idiot apprentice to already have it down. He watched the child speak the spell, watched as he eyes seemed to change somehow. He asked if he was alright only to get no reply. His grip tightened on the boy. "Please" he felt himself pray. "Please let it work". And just as soon as it had begun, it had ended. Allen's eyes were normal and he felt his body flow with much needed heat.
Allen's looked at his master, surprise and happiness shining off of him. Cross cursed. "Listen Allen. Do you remember what I said?"
"Yup! You said 'Tie my hands and bind my feet. My cold ridden body prays for heat. Please bring my soul salvation.'" Cross was once again shocked. He had translated the ancient magic words into English like it was nothing. He felt Allen's gaze on him and he only grunted in approval, earning a small cheer from the boy.
"Now listen Allen, whenever you kill an akuma I want you to say that last sentence. No to yourself but to the akuma alright?" Allen nodded slowly, not really understanding. "Good now I'm going to teach you one more. This one is also to say to the akuma." Cross once again spoke the magic words and watched as Allen withdrew into himself, saying it back perfectly. "Now what did you say?"
"Cry to the last as your soul falls to heaven. Good-night." All of a sudden, Allen felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Cross nodded.
"Now, when you feel like your body is like ice, say the first. When you feel burden, say the last. Got it?" he spoke, the normal Cross anger raising through. Allen 'eeped' and hoped off bowing and saying yes over and over. "Good now let's go and fine an inn and some hot women! By 'let's' I mean you find the hotel while I find the women." Allen nodded and rushed out to find a rich, fancy inn that his master would tolerate.
As the women on Cross' lap slept soundly, Cross listened for any sounds coming from his apprentices room. The first stone had been tossed he knew. Allen would soon begin having nightmares about a life he never lived as he grew. The
Noah inside him would be sure of that. At first he had to wonder how a Noah had innocence, but soon realized that the boy was some sort of exception. His innocence loved the Noah and the Noah loved his innocence. It was as if the Noah had done the one thing that all the others couldn't. He had forgiven the innocence. But that still didn't keep Cross from worrying. The boy had shown the talent of magic and he was sure that he should teach his apprentice some more. After all, he was his 'apprentice'. So he had taught the boy two simple spells that he would make sure he would never forget. They were simple holding spells that would slow the Noah's awakening and allow Allen sometime to develop. Allowing him to keep his will and become the Noah rather than the Noah becoming him.
Hearing whimpers and strangled cries, Cross went to Allen's room leaving his one-day lover in his bed. He walked in slowly and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Good-night" he whispered softly. Allen replied in his sleep and his tears stopped. Cross knew he would have to do this for a few days and then let the boy endure the dreams in order to build up his strength. Cross smiled proudly as he left. His apprentice would be the one to end this war. After all, he held both Noah and innocence. What Cross didn't know was that Allen held the Noah of Mimicry. Being able to copy anything exactly as it was, even magic. But the worst was yet to come. For the Noah of Mimicry held a copy of all of Noah's dreams.
Story Notes
(1) I couldn't resist okay? Those poems (mad man) is what pushed me to these things and makes my day when I read reviews for it!
A/N: What did you guys think of my messed up -come out of no where- song? And the verse's that I got Cross and Allen to say.
