Memories

ATTENTION! I DO NOT OWN D. GRAY MAN OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS!
D. GRAY-MAN BELONGS TO HOSHINO KATSURA!

Chapter VI

He woke up with a bright smile on his face. No sadistic I-am-gonna-kill-you- smile, but a really warm and cute smile.

He remarked Reever standing in the doorway and his face became cold and emotionless again.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?'

'No, I woke up by myself.'

'I've come to refresh your bandages. Why did you smile?'

'I wasn't smiling.'

'I saw it, Kanda, you were smiling. I'm sure of it.'

'I had a bad dream.' Kanda sighed.

'Then, why were you smiling?'

'Because I wish it'd truly happen.'

'What was it about? Geez! You bandages are all soaked in blood!'

'So? And I dreamt of me, killing Moyashi.' Now Kanda smiled in a sadistic way.

Reever shaked his head and continued taking off the old bandages. They had totally turned bloodred. 'I wonder why you're still alive, it looks like you really lost a lot of blood.'

'I'm Kanda. A little bit less of blood won't kill me.'

'Reever raised an eyebrow. 'It was a close one this time, Kanda. Komui kicked you so hard that you've a lot of internet bleedings and injuries. I think you could say Lavi's crutch has save your life. He hit Komui before he could start kicking you head.'

Finally the last bandages came loose and Yu's naked skin was shown. Around the cuts and wounds he already had, now were bruises. The skin by his mark was so dark, you almost couldn't see his mark anymore. Komui had pointed at his heart. He had wanted to stop the Second Exorcist's heartbeat. He tried to kill him.

Kanda laid a hand on his mark. 'I won't die. That's a promise I made in a long away past. And I'll fulfill my promise.'

'You're talking about what you promised Alma?'

'No, about what I promised myself.'

The place where his hand laid, was throbbing, it hurt.

No. He won't die.
He was Yu Kanda. The only Exorcist who had made it through the Second Experiment. He survived and he wouldn't die due to a scientist who had lost control over himself because of the death of his sister.

'How long was I unconscious?'

'Almost fourteen hours. I thought you'd never wake up again.'

'Where's Komui now?'

'In his room, he had drunk so much he couldn't even stand anymore. Now he's sleeping his intoxication off. He's totally broken by the death of his little sis.'

'I can understand that. Losing someone important to you is…' He hesitated. 'Painful' he said.

Reever took some disinfectant and put it on the young man's wounds. Kanda sucked air into his mouth when the tuft of cotton wool touched his skin. It was like the product was burning a hole in his body.

'Dammit!' He screamed and started cursing.

'Are you ok?' Reever asked, almost fatherly like.

'Yeah, but that thing you're putting on me is hurting like hell!'

'I know, I'm sorry but I don't have something that strong that doesn't hurt.'

'It's all right. Hey! Where's Moyashi?'

'They took Allen to the lab. They're trying to separate Neah from him.'

'You mean killing the Noah?'

'Yeah…'

'What did Allen say?'

'He doesn't know it yet.'

'What?'

'He had an heart-attack… Neah is killing him. We have to take him out of Allen.'

'Is Moyashi going to survive this? What if Neah kills him before you guys can take him out and destroy him?'

Reever staid silent.

'Reever?'

'I hope he'll survive. He's a really good Exorcist. And he's so young. He's only fifteen years old and he had already so much bad luck in his life, Mana, Cross as master, and now, he discovered he's a Noah…'

'Yeah, Moyashi isn't born for good luck I guess.'

Reever began to take fresh bandages.

Kanda groaned.

'Sorry, I'm trying to hurt you as less as possible.'

'I'm fine.'

'Is your leg ok? Komui kicked you pretty hard. It broke a second time.'

'So, my leg is broken twice?'

'Yes. We don't know how fast you'll recover now your curse is gone.'

'Tsch.'

Reever worked further, fast, without saying anything. The young man hesitated to tell the scientist about his coming back memories.
He won't
Maybe it were just dreams. His fantasy was on the run with his head.

'Stupid dreams.' He muttered.

'What?' Reever asked, he wasn't paying attention at Kanda until then. 'What did you say?'

Oh god… what could he say? 'Eh… I said stupid beams.' He stammered, lifting his hand to block the sunlight that was streaming through the window.

'Oh, I'll close the blinds.'

'Hmm.' Fuck, he almost betrayed himself. "Idiot"he called himself.

Now, Reever had almost bandaged his whole chest. 'You're bleeding pretty fast, Kanda.'

'I don't care.'

'It's your life that's streaming out of you.'

'Yeah yeah, just give me something to sleep 'kay?'

'If that's what you want.' He prepared a syringe with a lot of anesthetic. 'Go to sleep, Kanda.' He said, he cleaned the place and left the room.

A few moments later, the head-nurse entered, pushing a bed with Allen in it. Allen was sitting upright, there was something wrong.

The samurai didn't want a conversation with the nurse, so he closed his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Her footsteps faded and he opened his eyes again. He looked at the Moyashi.

Allen didn't move. He sat in his bed, his face was deathly pale and his cheeks were shrunken. His scar was blood-red, also his scratches were, and the blood on his face had dried. His hair was flat, it lost all its life. The snow-white locks had become a dirty sort of white, like it was dry and dead, as if it could fall out every second. His once so deep, beautiful gray eyes, now were hollow, they were almost white, with a little stripe of gold in them. His eyes were staring into nothing.

'Moyashi?' Kanda asked.

No reaction.

'Allen?'

No reaction.

'ALLEN?'

It came as a shock to him. Realizing what it was with the teen.

Allen was dead…

ATTENTION! Between this chapter and the next one will be an extra story, about Allen Walker. To honor him, as a dead person in my fanfic.