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Chapter 3: Awakening Memories

Many minutes had passed, and they had passed by many buildings and streets. Allen was staring at his watch as every second passed, a worried look on his face. Though they did not wait rather long for the bus to come and the bus was not moving very slow through the journey, but he had come out late after all and it would minutes before he was late for work. He swept away strands of his hair that were itching his face in frustration and sighed inwardly.

"Why are you sighing, Allen?" He nearly jumped when he heard someone talking to him. He turned his head around and saw a rather goofy grin belonging to a certain redhead who was sitting beside him. The silver-haired boy just blinked for a moment, before something snapped in his head, realising that Lavi was following him to work today. He turned his head to the front and just groaned softly.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? You does not sound rather energetic," Lavi replied. Allen just frowned at his comment. How was he going to be energetic when he was going to be late for his work?

"Why do you think this way?"

"Huh?" Lavi blinked.

"Why do you think I'm the energetic type?" Allen asked again. Lavi just peered above and tapped his chin lightly, pondering about it. Hearing no answer from the other, Allen just supposed that Lavi had mistaken his character for something else. Sure, he agreed that he was not the depressing types, but he was not really those who could always deal everything in an optimistic way. Mostly he did that, but sometimes he had to face reality and accept things that had to stay that way.

"I just think that you do." This caught the silver-haired boy by surprise, as he turned to Lavi who had finally replied. The smile lit on his cheery face stunned him slightly.

"Because, a smile suits your beautiful face, Allen! A sad look on your face is rather weird. As I thought, a smile suits you more!"

Lavi's laughters echoed softly through his mind, but his words etched deeply in his memory. Allen turned his head and looked down, seeing the grey floor of the bus. For his entire life, no one had told him that a smile suited best on his face. No one.

A smile crept up on his face. He had never felt this happy before.

"Oh, Allen! You smile!" Lavi pointed to him, astonished. Allen just grunted and looked outside, not wanting to admit. The wind blew hardly at his face from the window, but that warm smile never left his face at all.

"Thank you, Lavi." He murmured.

Suddenly, the bell rang and the bus soon came to a stop, opening the doors. Allen looked up from his seat and gasped, realising that he had to alight now. Pressing the bell again not to let the doors close on them, he pulled the startled redhead off the seat as the two boys rushed down the stairs and onto the streets.

"A-Allen, you startled me!" Lavi panted.

"I'm sorry, Lavi. I realise that we have to alight at this stop, or else we have to walk a very long way to my workplace," Allen spoke, looking at his watch at the same time. He groaned rather loudly as he realised that he was already five minutes' late. Without warning, he pulled the poor Lavi who had not even understand the whole situation they were in and ran across the streets, through many buildings, till they reached a particular terrace house with a small beautiful garden and a rather big pool available. Lavi's eyes widened with awe as Allen went up and pressed the doorbell once.

Immediately, the sound of a bark was heard inside the house. It did not sound ferocious, but was still rather loud for human's ears, so Lavi jumped slightly and looked at the silver-haired boy in puzzlement, but Allen did not seem to be affect by it, his mind only thinking of that he should say to the owner of the house for being late.

"Who is that?" The brown door opened, and a woman stepped out of the house, looking at them. Allen just shifted rather uncomfortably at the cold stare fixed directly at him, as she went to open the gates. Meanwhile, Lavi did not even sense a single thing as he just waved at her in a casual way.

"Hello!"

"Lavi!" Allen's shocked face turned to him. Maybe it was a bad idea to bring Lavi along. The lady stopped with her keys and just stared at the smiling one for a few seconds, before she ignored the greeting and opened the gates.

"Come in. You have a lot to explain when you see madam in the house, I tell you," She spoke in a rough tone, a foul and disgusted look displayed on her plumped face just drained every energy he had in him. Allen gulped as he walked to the door, removed his shoes and went inside. Lavi followed suit.

The insides of the house was ten times more spacious compared to Allen's rather small apartment only fitted for one to stay. There were many ancient paintings on the walls and some exquisitive antiques displayed in glass wardrobes. The television the household had was as wide and thin as a sheet of paper, while three laptops were seen on the couches made from real leather.

"Allen, where are we? Are you really working here?" Lavi asked incredulously. Before Allen could reply, there was a shout from above as a little girl sprang down the large stairs and pounced onto the startled silver-haired teenager in front of her.

"Allen-nii! What took you so long to come here? I miss you!" A softer bark was heard as a greyhound was seen at the stairs, wagging its tail. It seemed to be rather happy that Allen had finally come and visit them.

"I miss you too, Angela," Allen said, hugging her back.

"Allen Walker-san!" They looked up, and saw a fair lady walking down the stairs, not pleased with him being late. Allen bowed down immediately at her arrival as she went up to him.

"I'm very sorry, Sakura-san. Something just cropped up at my house just now, so I arrive late."

She did not say a word, her eyes still on Allen. Lavi did not know what was happening here, but he knew that he should not interfere, so he just stood at one corner and waited.

"Hey, nii-san." Lavi felt a soft tug and looked down, seeing the little girl's beautiful sapphire eyes sparkling at him. He felt a hard thump in his chest, as he covered his face and groaned softly.

That pair of blue sapphire eyes, reminded him of someone whom he knew, and was important to him.

"Nii-san, did you hear me?" Lavi looked down again at her. He then smiled and put his hands on her tiny shoulders gently.

"What?"

"What's your name, nii-san? Why are you here? Did I know you before?" Lavi pondered for a while, before he smiled and replied:

"I'm Lavi, Allen-nii's best friend. Due to some matters, I have to stay by Allen-nii's side for a while. You don't mind, do you?" The bubbly girl twirled her golden curls by her index finger and bit her lips, thinking for a moment, before a smile appeared on her brightened face.

"Of course you can, Lavi-nii! Please come here with Allen-nii more often!" She chirped happily, jumping onto him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lavi was stunned by her actions, wondering what he should respond to her.

"Angela-san, don't be friendly towards strangers that you have met!" The plump lady who opened the door for them earlier exclaimed as she went up to them and wanted to put the child down, but Angela just whined and shook her head vigourously.

"No, no, no! I want to be with Lavi-nii! I want to be with Lavi-nii! Go away, obaa-san!" The lady stopped in her tracks, shocked by what she had said. Allen and the lady standing in front of him turned to where the commotion was, wondering what had happened.

"Lavi..." Allen did not know whether he should be thankful or laugh at this. Lavi just laughed rather bitterly, not expecting the girl to be so friendly towards him.

It had been years since he disappeared from his sight. No matter how hard he tried to search for him, he couldn't find him. It was as if he had disappeared from this world forever, erasing his existence along with him. He wondered how long time had passed, and how his heart still yearned for him. That feeling had supposed to die down, yet it did not vanish, pining more for him.

Lavi took a pocket watch from his pocket and flipped it open. It showed a particular time which had never moved on ever since he left. From the very day he disappeared, this time had halted. The redhead sighed as he took off the thick headband and ran his fingers through his soft red-dyed hair. He then turned to stare at the silver-haired teen who was sleeping soundly at the side of the sofa. His eyes softened as he smiled gently, before staring at the pocket watch again.

"It has been a long while, right?" He murmured. He did not expect to see him again at this time. Through the faint moonlight shining through the opened windows, he saw the real figure of the beautiful samurai, with his pretty strands of raven hair and his precious sword at his hand. Yet, his heart fell when he saw that he was about to assassinate someone in front of him, and it was a rather innocent-looking boy to begin with! Though he was known by his bad temper, but he would never kill anyone. Lavi closed his eyes, hearing the soft rhythmic thumps of his heart from his chest. It took him so long to find him, and this was the result he had?

They had always been acting like mortal enemies. They had a relationship with each other, yet they couldn't count as friends. Their characters were totally opposite, and no one would expect them to work together very well. Whenever he tried to be friendly to him, he would give people a murderous glare to get away from him, or to speak heartless words that would greatly hurt people mentally. But even so, he just could not leave him like that.

He believed in him. Even if that was the painful truth displayed in front of his very eyes, he still chose to believe him.

Allen stirred slightly from his position, before he fell into a deep sleep again. Lavi wondered whether he was always so tired everyday. His face was so white and pale, and he was so skinny despite his age. He was just three years younger than him, and surely teenager's mentabolism was higher than adults right? His hand slowly reached for his head, and brushed his hair gently. Even his sleeping expression looked sad. Was he having sad dreams recently?

Now, it was different. Now, they were really enemies, and he would fight all his way towards him, and demand him for the real reason on his disappearance and his sudden appearance as a totally different person than before. Even if he had to have a battle with him, he would bring the real him back. His hand slowly left the silver-haired teen's side, as he stood up and left the silent room.

"Oh, Lavi-san." Angela's mother said as he saw him walking down the stairs. Angela was sitting at the corner of the living room playing with her dolls.

"I'm going off first. Thanks for letting me stay once again, madame." She just blinked and blushed a little at Lavi's politeness. The fierce-looking lady who opened the gates for them previously just eyed at him with suspicion, like he was someone dangerous. Lavi just laughed bitterly as he waved towards her, though she totally ignored him and went into the kitchen with a basket of clothes needed to be washed.

"I see. Do you need me to inform Allen about this?"

"No, there is no need to. He looks rather tired. Just let him sleep for a while." Lavi said, a smile on his face.

"Byebye, Lavi-nii! Please come again!" Angela hopped over to him as she strained her neck to look at him. Lavi laughed softly as he bent down and patted her head lightly.

"I will, if Allen-nii allows me. See you again, little one." She giggled and nodded her head, running back to the corner to play with her dolls. The redhead just smiled before exiting from the house, closing the door behind him.

Allen!

Allen groaned softly, hearing a faint voice calling towards him. He blinked his eyes, staring into the darkness in front of him, wondering what he was doing. Sitting in the middle, he slowly looked up, and saw someone standing a few metres away from him. His black coat was fluttering through the blows of the wind, as his long strands of raven hair was brushing against his face.

The both of them just stared at each other. Allen strained his eyes, wanting to have a better look at him, but realised that he couldn't. He had the urge to reach out to him, but he wondered why he was reacting like this. He searched through his memories, but there was none.

He couldn't remember anything about him, yet why did he had a familiar and warm feeling that he had known him for a very long time? He clutched his chest, feeling stabs of pain piercing through him. The sinking uneasiness and fear was so heavy that it was suffocating him. He stared into his eyes, and he saw sadness dwelling in them. That person was calling to him; calling to him so desperately with such dark, hurtful eyes.

"Who..are you?"

Who ...are you?

"Allen-nii!" Allen woke up with a start, as Angela slapped his back very hardly. The silver-haired teen winced at the stinging pain, blinking his eyes. As the lights in the room shone, he shaded his eyes by his hand, slightly uncomfortable with the sudden glare. As he turned, he saw Angela standing in front of him.

"Angela?"

"It's almost dinnertime, Allen-nii!" Angela said, smiling. Allen just blinked for a moment, before his eyes widened when he saw the time on the clock.

"It's 7pm already?" Allen cried, before he stood up abruptly and ran out of the room, rushing down the stairs. As he saw the two figures of Angela's parents, he stopped as he reached the living room, wondering where Lavi was.

"If you are looking for Lavi-kun, he has left for a while. I thought of waking you up to inform you, but he says he does not want to disturb you." Angela's mother said as she put a plate of food onto the table. "But recently, you look exhausted than usual. What happened?"

Allen just smiled and shook his head. As he turned his head, he saw the father sitting at the couch, reading a newspaper under the lights. As he noticed Allen, he lowered down the newspaper and smiled at him. Allen smiled back in return, before he stared at the bright surrounding silently. Although this house did not have much inside, yet it felt so warm staying here. The heat of the lights were slowly entering his skin and warming up his cold body, and the aroma of the food smelt nice. He could hear Angel's hyper shouts from behind, as the little girl skipped down the stairs and ran to her mother's side, staring at the dishes on the table with sparkly eyes.

"Allen, please stay and have dinner with us." Angela's mother's warm voice went into his ears. But at this very moment, he knew that he couldn't stay.

"Sorry, but I have some matters at home. I must go back now." Allen said apologetically, though this sentence stung him slightly on his heavy chest. He was dreading to go back to the empty house, but there was also no reason to stay here either. Allen took his brown coat lying on the sofa, before heading for the door.

"Are you sure you do not want to join us?" Angela's mother asked.

"Join us, Allen-nii!" Angela pleaded with her soft but cute voice. Allen was lost for words. As he stared outside the window, he saw slight white flashes across the night sky, following by the low rumbles of faint thunder. The storm was still rather far away, but it would soon come here.

"No, I have to go. Thanks again." Allen smiled as he opened the door. No one said anything. As the door gradually closed in front of him, the warm and lively image disappeared from him instantly. Darkness with little light from the streets surrounded him, as he was alone again. The silver-haired teen then walked towards the bus stop, deciding to return home. It was a peaceful night, and he had always like strolling quietly in the stretching night, but why was he feeling depressed today?

The pale moonlight was tracing along the pathway, as the tall shadows of street lights cast on the road that stretched continuously ahead. The golden lights from the row of houses flickered gently, as he could hear voices and laughter from the families inside. Allen smiled to himself, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. It was nice, to have someone staying together with you, to share happiness and woes together. To him, this was a only wish which he desired for his whole life.

As he looked across, he saw the bus stop ahead. It was an isolated place situated at the side of the road. At the same time, lightning flashed across the sky and rain started to fall onto the ground. The silver-haired teen huddled himself closer to his coat, running towards the bus stop that would provide him shelter and protect him from the pelting cold rain. As his foot stepped onto a water puddle that let out a rather loud splash, he suddenly looked up from his position. Someone was already there, and it looked like he had not left here for quite a while. Through the faint moonlight, he just stared at this mere stranger who crossed paths with him, as the stranger slowly turned to face him.

His heart skipped for a split second.

For the whole night, the rain continued to fall endlessly.

It was morning, as Allen was walking on the streets, on his way to school. His saggy eyes from the lack of sleep slowly sank down his face features, and his face looked so horrible that it was terrifying some street passerbys a little. The silver-haired teen blinked tiredly at them, pondering at their weird reactions, but after that, decided not to care as he moved on.

Allen.

Allen gritted his teeth hardly as he touched his chest, feeling the same cold and piercing pain he had ever since that dream came to him. It was something he did not recognise, and something he wanted to throw it away from his reach, yet it would always manage to come to him, its voice ringing so hardly and so painfully in his mind, triggering something within his heart. At that particular moment, he was sure that it meant something; something that he couldn't risk casting his eyes away from the matter.

Something important.

"Allen!" Allen looked up and saw Krory standing in front, waving to him. Somehow, the pain soon ceased and the silver-haired teen straightened himself and produced a very bright smile on his happy face, running to the other.

"Are you alright, Allen? You look super dazed standing there! I'm so scared that you might just faint there due to heatstroke!" Krory said as he laughed loudly. Allen just gave a rather stupid look on his face as he smiled sheepishly, feeling a little guilty letting his friend worry about him. The two of them continued to chat as they walked to school together.

"Are you thinking about something?" Krory asked. Allen wondered whether that was considered as a thought in his mind, or something that he couldn't shake off, even though he wanted it to go away.

"I think so." He said as he smiled. Krory nodded his head as he caught that meaning. Still, he couldn't forget that cold and sorrowful eyes he saw in that darkness, seeking out for someone. Seeking out for...him.

"Allen?" Allen blinked as he turned to Krory. He then realised that they had arrived at the stairs leading up to the school just a few metres ahead of them. The silver-haired teen just laughed rather sheepishly again as he proceeded up the stairs, looking away. Grabbing his books tightly by his chest, he walked up briskly, deciding to forget what was bothering him and focus on his lessons, and as he paid full attention to the lectures and tutorials, there was a possibility that he would eventually forget them all! Yes, he would definitely forget everything; everything regarding that dream.

As he arrived at the last step, he failed to notice someone rushing towards him. As he looked up, his eyes widened as he collided with that someone, his books flying in the air as he landed on his bottom painfully. He had no time to react, as those thick and heavy books tumbled down onto him. The silver-haired teen groaned innerly, feeling his head spun. The pain that he chased away was starting to come back to him again.

"Allen!" Lenalee ran to him and throw away the books that were burying him, helping him up. Allen gasped and coughed hoarsely as he could finally catch a breath of fresh air. Krory also came and help to arrange the books neatly for him.

"Lenalee..." He looked at her, waiting for her to chide him as usual, but the olive-haired girl did not say anything as she helped him stand up to his feet. Krory just blinked at this, so surprised that the usual tigress did not even open her mouth to say something. Lenalee just gave him a cold stare which made him shiver slightly. Krory looked away quickly, wondering whether this girl could guess people's thoughts so easily.

"Thank you, Lenalee."

"Don't show such a dumb face next time!" Lenalee said as she walked away. Allen picked up his books and just stared at her back for a while, before he smiled and proceeded to the class together with Krory. As he went inside and sat at his usual place, he took out the books and notes, waiting for the teacher to start the first lesson. His gaze drifted to the corridor outside, as he saw someone coming. He couldn't see that person's face, but a chill feeling suddenly invaded him. Allen blinked, wondering what that was.

"Allen Walker!" He turned abruptly at the teacher who was already standing in front of the class. Everyone was already standing up, preparing to greet the teacher. Allen then realised what terrible mistake he had made and stood up, apologising to her profusely, but it looked like the teacher would not be pleased at him for a while. Lenalee just sighed and slapped her forehead gently.

"I really want to know what that mind of yours is thinking," Lenalee said as she was sitting at a classmate's seat, facing Allen who was just sitting right behind. Class break had started, but due to this load of homework that the teacher had given for his punishment, it was better to skip break and finished this as soon as possible.

"I...don't know what you are talking about," Allen just wished Lenalee would stop talking for once and let him do his homework quietly and peacefully, but he knew he would not get his wish. That girl continued to blabber on and on till he couldn't stand it anymore and decided to go out for a little walk and a breath of fresh air. She wanted to accompany him, but he kindly refused, thinking that he had heard enough of her lectures.

The silver-haired teen paced along the second floor of the building, looking around rather aimlessly. He had always thought that everything would be fine once he came to this country, to abandon that horrid past and start a new life outside, with new friends and making new relationships. It was true that the inner wound he had when Mana died was gradually healing, but somehow, new wounds seemed to have come to him. Allen slowly slowed down as he stopped, touching the railings beside him.

Although he did not want to remember anything regarding that dream, but he had an uneasy feeling within him; a feeling that he couldn't leave it aside. If there was a chance, he wished to see that pair of eyes again, and when he saw him, he would go up to him, and ask him to leave him alone and go away. That person had no right to intrude in his peaceful life and destroy everything he had till now. He had no right....to make him so miserable.

Allen's eyes slowly widened as he recalled something. Now as he thought of it, he felt the same cold and saddening feeling when that person came to his room and attempted to assassinate him. That pair of cold and heartless, unfeeling eyes was constantly boring into him, transferring his real aim at his arrival to him silently. He then wondered why he felt like that, towards a person who wanted to kill him. He shouldn't be so kind to anyone, even to his enemy.

He wanted to see that person. He wanted to meet him.

The bell rang, signalling the end of break and the resume of class. Allen turned and ran back to class which was just distances away. He did not look ahead, and as he felt a very light brush on someone's shoulders, he was sure that someone was walking in opposite direction of him, but at this moment, that same chill feeling came to him again. This astonished him as he stopped and turned around, only to find an empty corridor. Allen breathed heavily, certain of something.

That feeling was the same as the one in his dream.

That person did not question him on why he failed his mission. It was rather surprising, but he did not really care. He accepted those ridiculous orders from him, so that he could satisfy the inner desire that he wanted: blood. He wanted people to perish and suffer under the depths of burning hell, to see their beautiful bodies painted with crimson red and to hear their inhumane screams tearing his head apart. For most people who would definitely break from inside just by seeing these horrifying scenes, he could feel nothing, because he had seen so many of this that he was already numb of it. He always saw blood in stages of his life, seeing too much that sometimes he was a little sick of it, but yet it seemed to be enjoyable, seeing people suffering in their misery and begging him to spare their puny lives.

He would never fail in any of his missions, whether that victim was a president, a prime minister, or even his father or mother. His heart felt for no one, only the pride of himself. He only lived for himself and the sword he was holding; something which was passed down to him when his clan perished. He then saw no meaning in living at his hometown anymore and abandoned it, coming to London.

Yet, something was lacking; something which did not make his satisfy complete. Something inside him was stirring slowly, seeking out for something. That feeling was disturbing and annoying. He wanted to cast it away by all means, even if it would mean stabbing that very place and destroy everything with that tainted sword of his. It would be better to end it early, yet he realised that feeling was getting stronger...when he met him.

He was supposed to kill him, under the orders of the Millennium Earl. He was a loner, no one living with him. Only seventeen, he had to juggle at least four part-time jobs and attend school at the same time. The school fees was paid by his uncle, but that person would sometimes vanish without a trace.

It seemed easy; too easy.

He went to his house, opening the front door without difficulty. He paced silently through the cold floor and the darkness, walking up the stairs and towards his room. As he slowly opened the door, a rather familiar scent filled the light, unmoving air which astonished him slightly, but only for a very short moment as he approached the one on the bed, sleeping. He stopped at the bedside, his gloved hand pulling Mugen out of the shealth as he aimed very carefully at his throat shimmering rather brightly under the silver moonlight. Dark sapphire eyes stared at him.

The teen stirred softly as he turned around, his silver locks across his eyes reflecting the moonlight as his lips were partially opened. His chest ascended and descended in a slow and even motion. He had a raw scar at his left eye which was slashed downwards rather deeply. He did not move, observing his face features, listening to his soft snores in the silent night, hearing the soft heatbeats at his chest.

Something hit his chest, as he hissed and touched the left side of his chest where he was cursed. He raised his sword, fixing his gaze at his throat. He couldn't waste his time here anymore, having a warning sign that something bad would happen.

At that moment, that teen was also awake, and realised his presence when he placed his sword at his throat. Soft, inaudible gasps was heard, as he was shocked to find him here. He probably wouldn't know that he was here to kill him, though he wondered why such thought surfaced. Even if he was the youngest victim instructed to kill, such sympathy wasn't allowed.

"Who are you?"

His voice rang in his ears, soft and crisp. He was definitely shaking from this sudden encounter, yet what was this? Many victims asked who he was, and he would just cut their throats for being a busybody even when they were going to die, yet why did he feel the tiniest urge to answer back? It felt so nostalgic and...familiar, like he had heard that warm and secure voice before.

Something cut his thoughts immediately, as he realised what he was exactly doing. When he was about to deliver the final blow, that teen said something unexpected.

"I'm ready. Kill me."

He was slightly stunned by that reply. At first he was shaking, but this time, he was completely different. It felt like he was finally resolved on doing something; something which he could only do and no one else. His voice was firm and not shaky anymore. That grey eyes were looking elsewhere, assuming that he was standing there, but as he stared at those eyes, he already knew the answer.

Somehow, it sounded too easy. People would normally fight for their lives, yet he did not even struggle and was willing to die under his sword. Was he so keen in dying? Why could he throw something as important away so easily? This angered him, as his sword was silently moving lightly through his skin. He was about to cut it open, when he looked up and saw someone crashing inside through the window. With a swift and light turn in midair, he grabbed the teen's hand and pulled him out of the window. The two of them then disappeared below in the darkness.

But, he couldn't forget that look in that pair of eyes which shone in the darkness; that sorrowful look that swam inside its orbs, which was stirring something inside him. Something...dangerous. Though he had escaped, but if that intruder did not appear suddenly, he...supposed he couldn't put down his sword onto him. Something was stopping him, stopping him from all these endless and meaningless killings.

It was so ironic, but yet, he wanted to see him again. He wanted to see that pair of silver crystal eyes that shone so brightly.

"Why would you do this for me?" He asked the olive-haired girl wearing full black, who was standing at a dim corner of the alley. Her pretty but cruel violet eyes burnt coldly in the darkness, as she turned and put her cold gaze onto him.

"You know that, Kanda."

"What?"

"Don't act dumb," She replied, as she walked towards him. Placing her smooth arms around his neck, she went over to his ear and blow it lightly, putting a very light kiss on it. She then released her arm and stood in front of him, that pair of dead eyes staring at him. He felt nothing. It didn't stir anything when the two of them were rather close; too close that people might think that they were lovers.

"Don't do that."

"But you don't mind, do you?"

They were not lovers. He didn't even know whether she actually loved him. Afterall, assassins were trained to abandon their hearts and emotions. They just did it, out of a whim. It had become a habit, when the two of them met for the first time. Ever since, she had been clinging onto him for years, not wanting to let go.

"You know my answer."

She just laughed, a very soft chuckle echoed in the quiet surrounding. It sounded happy, though most likely it wasn't. They didn't know what happy was. They were just copying what people did in their normal lives. They smiled before, and laughed before, but everything was so stiff and so unreal. Their laughter sounded so disgusting, and their crooked smiles looked so fake.

She stopped laughing, as an eerie silence surrounded the air. She then went to his side and slinged her arms around his, leaning her head against his shoulders. The two of them just stayed like this, as they viewed the faint moon from above.

"I promise, I would succeed."

He just grunted. Her thick hair fluttered in the air, dancing in the cold wind.

Nothing stirred from him, even if she touched him. Yet, he felt something once he stared straight into his eyes which seemed to attract his attention, drawing him closer. What was that exactly?

He wanted to know.

The dark cruel sapphire eyes opened as he hissed at the curse which had started hurting again. He snorted at this unnecessary pain, looking up at the window above where he could see the moon very clearly. His sword was resting beside him, untouched. He ran his hand over the long strands of raven hair roughly, his eyes staring at the floors of the building.

There was no second chance. This time, he was going to kill him.

Allen.

He saw many grey scenes playing in his head, which he concluded to be flashbacks. It was blurry and flashed momentarily in every few seconds. It was very irritating, his eyes had to look everywhere to see everything clearly, but the problem was, he couldn't recognise any one of them.

Allen, notice me.

Gurgling screams filled the stale air reeked of blood, the sky in a stretch of crimson red. Unknown bodies were everywhere, its remains beyond recognisation. Inhumane laughter rang sharply and painfully through his ears, forcing him to remember all of these. Allen winced, begging it silently to stop all these playings. They were not real. They were surely not real.

Hurry up and notice me.

His breath hitched, when he saw a pair of white hands stained with thick, concentrated blood that still felt warm, like the killing just ended not a while ago. His eyes widened as he just stared stunningly and blankly. These hands...whose hands were they? Why were they stained with blood...blood of humans? Why was his consciousness here? Why was he even here?

Hurry up and notice me.

Countless of corpses were sprawn all over the place, their face expressions distorted, their white eyes opened in a terrifying way, and blood filled their whole mouths. He walked along the area, before he saw someone on the ground, bathed in a pool of black blood. His heart thumped hardly once, seeing the scattered white beads and the broken sword lying beside him.

Quickly...before it's all too late.

"NO!"

Allen woke up with a start, his body jerking forward so hardly that he almost sprained his back. The silver-haired teen breathed heavily, his eyes still widened as he stared at himself in the mirror in front of him. He then stared around the place, realising that he was in his home.

He then stared at his pair of hands. They were clean, with no single stain of blood, but after that nightmare, he could not forget the beautiful and cruel crimson colour that painted that pair of exceptionally white hands. Allen got out of bed and rushed to the washroom quickly, getting to the sink. He turned on the water tap and began washing and scrubbing his hands hardly, making sure that he cleansed every single area of his hands at least twice.

Allen.

Allen groaned softly as his head started to hurt painfully. His left hand touched his forehead which was burning, feeling the coolness of the water slowly travelling down his nose and towards his mouth. The water tasted rather bitter due to the soap that was mixed with it.

Remember.

"What..." He muttered, his feet stumbled to the side of the white wall as his whole body was now shivering greatly from the splitting headache. Somehow, the left eye that was injured was starting to hurt as well. Allen whimpered softly in sheer pain as he slowly slumped down onto the floor, unable to stop the shakings from his hands to his feet. He opened his eyes, and saw the ceiling spinning in front of him.

Remember, who you actually are.

The nightmare started to flash in his mind again. Many bodies were displayed in front of him, blood decorated the whole place with its beautiful colour. No one was standing there beside him. No one, only himself. That pair of white hands were shown to him, dirtied by the lukewarm blood that were dripping down between his slender sharp fingers, and everyone's disgusting faces before they reached their deaths' doors. Finally, white beads that shimmered beautifully like little diamonds and a broken blade that had lost its shine lying motionlessly were on the ground, just right beside someone...someone he knew all along.

"Wh-What is...that?" Allen gritted his teeth so hardly that his gums started to bleed and fill his whole mouth. He did not recognise all of these memories at all! Allen shook his head vigorously, his head knocked onto the wall accidentally, but he thought it was a good idea to snap him out of this, as he started to hit his hand against the wall endlessly, wishing that it would just stop. Blood stained the white walls, just like that whiteness in that pair of hands gradually being erased away by that redness.

"S-Stop it! Stop it!" Allen gasped, his eyes slowly losing its vision. Inwardly, he wished that someone would come and save him from this torment.

"Allen!"

He slowly looked up, seeing someone in front of him. He tried looking closely, but realised that he didn't have any strength left to do that. He felt a pair of warm hands touching his shoulders. Was that pair of hands stained with blood as well? But he just knew that it wasn't, as he slowly lost consciousness.

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