Note: Just to clarify on what this story is briefly about. After reading the four chapters, all of you would have a slight rough idea that Allen has lost his memories, something which is very important and would lead him to his true identity. There is a reason why Bookman and Lavi had to keep a close eye on Allen, which will reveal in later chapters. At this chapter, Lenalee is said to be an orphan who was picked up by Kanda. Her past and her real aim to be Allen's friend would be revealed in later chapters as well.

As all of you read closely, Allen is gradually picking up the lost pieces of his memories. This chapter Rain is mostly on reminiscence.

Chapter 5 (Preview) - Never a Coincidence: Allen and Kanda met in coincidence...or was everything planned all along? Lenalee decided to take her revenge which started 8 years ago, revealing back the tragedy which changed her life forever.

I would be updating weekly as my tests are finally over! Hope that I can get good grades for my modules!

Enjoy, and don't forget to review! XD

Chapter 4: Rain

He opened his eyes, gazing around and wondering where he was. The vision was rather blurry, the terrible ache drumming hardly in his head, but a soft and soothing sound seemed to be calming himself down. He blinked, staring at the whole situation with puzzlement and worry. He wasn't supposed to be here...but something was strange. The surrounding that he was in seemed so utterly familiar, like he had been here before.

He started moving his hands, realising that he had been touching the rough surface of the ground all along. He moved his stiff and awkward fingers, his eyes straining and his mind searching for clues to where he was as the vision was slowly clearing. The silver-haired teen gasped slightly at the touch of water on the ground, before he felt something falling down lightly on his heavy shoulders. He looked up, feeling some entering his eyes.

It was raining, he realised.

The sky was painted with a stretch of grey and dull yellow, hazy clouds covering the view above. Tall buildings of similar sizes were everywhere, and people were walking on the streets. He was just at a typical city, a place which he had seen many times, but somehow, it rang a bell within him. Allen slowly stood up, staring at everything with shock.

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

Thoughts ran in his head endlessly, his eyes looking around. The whole place was so silent and so solemn, no one uttering anything as they walked past. Allen stared at a particular lady walking towards him, and was about to stop her and asked her some questions when he stopped. He didn't know why he stopped, as he just saw her walked past him without even turning her head to look at him. Her red umbrella were supported at the side of her shoulder nicely. The heels of her boots gave out a low thud as it stepped onto small water puddles. She was wearing shades at that time; the only thing that he was bewildered on. Who would wear shades on such rainy days?

Allen decided to find someone else instead, but it was the same. Everyone seemed to be hiding their faces, holding their umbrellas closer to their faces - like they were hiding something. This place was just too weird. Everyone was behaving so strangely, like something tragic had happened. He slipped his hand into his pocket, hoping to use his cellphone and call his friends, but to his astonishment, it wasn't there.

"Didn't I always put it in my pockets? Where is it?"

Suddenly, he heard sniffings. He blinked, wondering where the sound came from. Was it from a child who had somehow lost his way home? His heart thumped hardly as he looked around, but he couldn't find anyone. Anxiousness gripped on him tightly, as he wished that he could find this little one quickly.

That little one might be freezing right now, he supposed? Did he wear clothes thick enough to stand this type of harsh weather? Was he hungry? Why wasn't anyone going to him even though his cries was so loud in public? Was he sad? Was anyone accompanying him? Did he have a home?

At all these questions, Allen realised something; something that he had been running away for his whole life. Something which he did not want to face it, and wanted to erase it away from his memories. It was a dark past which he did not want to remember.

"Mummy...where are you?"

The soft cries was getting surprisingly closer. As Allen turned around, he saw a small boy squatting at the darkest corner of the streets. He was in rags and his hair was damped by the rain. He could see his whole body shivering so greatly from the cold, his cries begging for someone to notice him, to help him, to save him.

"Daddy...where are you?"

Many people passed, treating him as he was transparent and did not exist. It was like he was in this world, yet he could never reach to anyone who just ignored him and went their own ways. He was just there, and yet, he wasn't there. And at this point, he realised the reason on people masking their faces. It was probably that they did not want to see that pitiful expression, and chose to go away.

"Dear, why are you here?"

The small boy stopped his sniffles and stared at towering stranger standing in front of him. Silver eyes widened as he finally stopped crying, and the two of them just stared at each other silently, ignoring the people who were still walking past. The boy blinked his small, watery eyes at the stranger, staying silent. A few minutes later, the stranger stretched out his hand.

"Let's go home, little one."

Allen's eyes widened. The small boy's eyes widened as well, not expecting that he would say that. Through many hours out in the cold, crying till his throat was hoarse and painful, there was finally someone who noticed his lonely world and came in. That stranger accepted his existence, his smile brightening up his inner world rather magically. And as he took his hand, he just knew that he was the one.

Their shadows slowly disappeared into the crowd, yet Allen was still standing there, and as he followed back, he realised that this was no dream. It had happened, a particular time when he was very young. He was also squatting there, crying miserably for his parents who would never come to him anymore. He knew that he was already alone, yet he chose to pretend that they still existed.

At this, realisation hit him hardly. His eyes searched for that little boy, but he wasn't there anymore. Neither was the stranger who was willing to accept his fallen world.

His eyes gradually opened, viewing the usual ceiling in his room. Allen just stared blankly for a moment, his hands rubbing his tired eyes slowly. His mind was still spinning for whatever reason, and his left eye hurt terribly. He opened his mouth, coughing badly as he gasped for air.

"You are awake, Allen!" He heard someone at the side, and automatically turned towards him. The vision was still rather blurry, as he could only make out the redness of his hair and the black eye patch on his right eye. He had a grin on his face, as he turned to the table beside him and started washing a small towel by his hands. He just groaned, wondering what this was. Where he was.

"Where...what..." His voice sounded so weak, barely audible for one to hear clearly.

"Have you forgotten, Allen? You were screaming in your bathroom and fainted soon after. Luckily it is nothing serious," The red-haired guy replied with another warm smile, putting the warm towel on his forehead. Warmth started entering through his head, bringing comfort to one, yet he started to fear on that particular feeling. Why was he in such cosy and warm place when he was supposed to be out in the cold...

His eyes widened. Allen turned sharply towards Lavi again, this time staring hard at his face. Lavi just blinked, wondering what was going on here.

"Yes?"

Something just hit hard on his head, as he realised the reality he was in. Allen breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. It was just flashbacks of his past and nothing more. That dreadful past was over, and he was finally back to his secure and comfy room. He wasn't alone, because Lavi was right beside him when he was unconscious. Yes, everything was finally over.

"Allen?" Lavi noticed that he was dazed for quite a while, pondering on what had happened. Allen shook his head and produced a smile, as always.

"No, nothing. Thanks for coming, Lavi."

"No! It's lucky that I come by here, or else what would have happened to you, Allen...I was so freaking worried at that time!" Lavi exclaimed with a strong accent, standing up and putting the basin back into the bathroom before coming back again and settled down beside him. Allen stared at him, so glad that he was there for him.

"It's lucky that panda-gramps is here to help - Ow!" Lavi yelped at the sudden bang on his head. Allen just blinked at the sudden encounter, seeing a strange short man standing in front of him in a blink of an eye. There were black patches at his eyes - which really resembled of a typical panda. His hair was incrediously long which stretched upwards. Besides that, his head was totally bald.

"Sorry for the intrusion, Walker." He saw the silver-haired teen and bowed in politeness. Allen could only nod his head, acknowledging his greeting. Lavi was whining loudly, complaining on why he had to attack him so suddenly at this particular moment. The panda gramps just glared hardly at the rude one and smacked his head harder.

"Sorry for this guy's rudeness, Walker. I have no name, but you can call me Bookman."

"Oh...Hello Bookman. I'm Allen Walker."

"I know." He replied.

"You...know?" Allen repeated his previous sentence, bewildered. He was sure he didn't meet this person before. He stared at the two who was still hitting at one another continuously, thinking that they were both strange beings.

"Oh, Allen! You are thinking that we are strange right?" Lavi questioned him suddenly, startling him a little. Allen blinked, wondering whether Lavi could read people's thoughts.

"N-No, of course not! Why...would I think of that?" Allen sputtered slightly before he turned away, laughing rather bitterly to himself. It would be even stranger if he thought of them as normal human beings! Allen turned his head around quietly, eyeing at the two of them who were still creating a noisy rukcus at a corner. Why did they know him? Who...were they?

The thunder suddenly crashed, startling everyone as they turned to look at the dark sky in silence. Allen then realised that it was also raining at this place as well. As the rain slowly fell in front of his eyes, he could vision that particular past he had rather vaguely. He could see everything at every flash of lightning that came by seconds later. The pelting of the rain was getting louder and more deafening, till he couldn't hear himself anymore. The voice in his dreams.

"Allen?" Allen blinked and turned rather hesitantly towards Lavi, giving a dumb look. He then shook his head, telling him that it was nothing.

"Walker," Allen jumped slightly at the low and serious tone used by Bookman. He turned towards him sharply and showed a rather stiff face, paying total attention towards the elder. Lavi just stood there, keeping quiet for a moment, before stiffles of laughter could be heard.

"Lavi!" Allen was utterly embarrassed, while Bookman saw this as an insult and slapped that useless head of his. Ignoring the redhead's grumbling and whining, he turned towards the silver-haired teen.

"Have you remembered anything yet, Walker?"

"Eh?" Allen's eyes widened slightly, staring at the other with slight astonishment. Lavi stopped as well and stared at the both of them. The silver-haired teen looked downwards, wondering what he should say to this, or whether he wanted to say to him. He would want to keep his past a secret, and only little people knew about it. Emphasising it again would let him have the recollections again, which he did not want.

"Do you have any recollections about anything, Walker? Like, your past -"

"Gramps, you shouldn't force Allen to remember such things!" Lavi exclaimed, but shutted his mouth later when the elder shot a death glare to warn him not to say things at the wrong moment.

"E-Excuse me, but what did you say?" Allen asked, getting confused.

"Do not care him, Walker. Just answer my question," Bookman said, that pair of cold and cruel eyes seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts and throw away the fake mask that Allen always wore in front of everyone. Allen stared at that pair of strict eyes, realising that he couldn't run away anymore. He wanted to look away, but that eyes just pulled his attention forcefully back to him. Sweat started coming out of his forehead, his heart beating in fear at the horrified feeling that was coming out of him.

"Mana!"

"I...I..." Allen's eyes widened in horror. Tears then filled his eyes as he could no longer see Bookman in his eyes but somewhere else. That place was exactly like Hell. He was there, trapped in the middle of the licking flames that were happily devouring everything away. His eyes looked frantically for his beloved foster father, but realised he wasn't there.

"Mana, where are you? Where are you?" Allen screamed at a sudden piece of wood from the ceiling that fell beside him. The heat was slowly torturing him, burning his skin slowly and melting his flesh within that thin piece of skin. He was screaming crazily and hysterically, just wishing that someone would notice.

He did not want to die. He did not want to die at this moment.

"Allen!"

He turned around, and was so glad to see the person that he wanted to see the most. But happiness ended instantly, as he saw something crashing towards the adult with his very own eyes. Mana wasn't able to dodge it in time, and crashed down together with that fallen object. There was a loud thud, before he could hear no more.

"M-Mana?"

"No! NO!" Allen shrieked, clutching his head and screaming hysterically. Bookman and Lavi were shocked at this and went to stop him quickly before he crashed onto a wall himself. Allen whined loudly, hitting and pushing away anyone that wanted to get close to him.

"Allen! Allen, calm down! Allen!" Lavi yelped as Allen's hand swerved to his nose and hit it rather painfully, causing the redhead to let go and stagger backwards. He knew it wasn't the time to release the grip on Allen, whose consciousness was not stable. As he cleant the blood on his nose and was about to help the gramps, he stopped as he saw Bookman raising his hand.

"G-Gramps, what are you doing?" Bookman did not reply him, as he hit the back of Allen's neck with his hand. The silver-haired teen stopped screaming immediately and went cold, sleeping under his arms. With Lavi's help, they supported Allen back to his bed.

"So...what have you found, gramps?" Lavi asked solemnly as he observed Allen's sleeping face from a distance. Bookman just stood there in silence, before he walked towards the door.

"Gramps?"

"He is someone whom we cannot put our guard down, Lavi. Remember that." Lavi's eyes widened at those hurtful words, but it all made sense, though in a cruel way.

Kanda leaned against the wooden door of his home, staring silently at the darkened sky which signalled that a storm was approaching. His hair was not tied up today, the strands flying across his eyes which were gazing at the moving clouds constantly travelling from one area to another. He felt slight wetness on his arms and shoulders, as it started to drizzle slowly. People were hurrying to nearby shelters as the drizzle was getting heavier. Loud splashes could be heard from the distance as they rushed through the streets. Soon, umbrellas of different colours could be seen, ranging from red to black. Somehow, this amazed him slightly, lifting up his boredom a little.

His dead sapphire eyes glanced around, eyeing anyone who might be suspicious or ' suitable for his next kill'. He was always imaginating the future outcome, whether this person would become his next prey to satisfy his desire of killing. He would vision the process of his killing clearly and vividly in his head, seeing blood splattering all over the place, his or her screams piercing through the air till it shattered the windows in an old building which no one would notice the corpse until a few days later. His sword would cut at a certain angle through their bodies, making sure that it was completely perfect and not messing up the whole body. His final piece was always so beautiful and perfect. Everything was flawless. No one would actually believe that this person was dead.

Yet, whenever he finished his task, as he stared at the lifeless corpse in front of him, he felt a little displeased. It felt like something had gone slightly wrong. It wasn't because of his swordsman skills. One element seemed to be missing; that element which would make everything whole and perfect. He didn't feel satisfied or excited just by the sight of the dead person and the blood that splattered so messily all over the floor and the wall. The gaze in his eyes did not change when he saw the fearsome white look in their eyes. In fact, he felt nothing. No matter how much he killed and how many different ways to kill, everything still stayed the same. And because of this, he concluded that something was missing, and he was going to find it.

He heard laughter from outside, seeing a group of small children playing puddles in the rain. People were streaming on the streets rather quickly, and vehicles honked to one another, as a jam was conjesting the whole road. It felt more solemn during rainy days, their moods somehow not as brightened as during a bright day. Kanda peered at the dark clouds which refused to leave, gathering around this area and pouring all the rain here.

His phone vibrated. Kanda peered at it for a moment, before he flipped it open and listened.

"How have you been?" A low voice was heard. It was the Millennium Earl, and Kanda had not liked that old man calling him personally by cell. It only meant one thing.

"Have you completed the task that I have assigned you about...two weeks ago?" Kanda did not answer. That old man had come to rush him to meet his deadline. In actual, he had already missed the deadline days ago. The raven-haired teen had been avoiding him lately, choosing to stay longer in his house.

"Is it raining at your place?" He asked. Kanda observed the pelting of the rain which was getting harder. People started to leave, the street becoming emptier. The vision in front of his eyes was getting blurry.

"I will call you again, and at that time, I hope that it will be done." The line went dead. Kanda slowly took down the phone, staring at the blank wallpaper displayed inside. The rain was getting heavier, its water splashing slightly onto his clothing and his exposed arms. Strong gust of cold wind blew hardly, the temperature slowly dropping fast. Still, Kanda did not feel like entering his house at the moment.

Everything was so meaningless. There was practically nothing that interested him, nothing that pulled his attention to. Life was just like a program, playing the scenes that were meant to happen. There wasn't any surprises at all, which disappointed him a little. The raven-haired teen stretched his hand out a little, feeling the raindrop landed on the tip of his finger.

The rain felt nostalgic. It brought back memories which he did not want to remember, replaying in his head. Now that he thought of it, when he noticed Lenalee and saved her, it was also raining in the afternoon. She was soaked to her skin, looking so pathetic and pitiful, like some abandoned trash. She looked sad, but she wasn't crying. She might have cried too much that all her tears had dried up, as he could see the dry trails of tears at her face. It was so obvious.

Her sight made him remember bad memories; memories that haunted him closely even he was at the depths of hell. In order to cancel that, he decided to keep her to his side.

The silver cross necklace at his neck shimmered brightly even though the sun was not here, the rain endlessly falling from the sky. Kanda took it out and held it gently by his hand, staring at the shimmering surface shining towards his eyes which blinded him slightly. The raven-haired teen frowned, before he put it back in his shirt roughly and closed his eyes.

"Who...are you?"

Kanda groaned softly by his lips, before opening his eyes to see rain displayed in front of him. His chect felt unbearably heavy and painful all of a sudden, like it was gradually sinking down by the heavy feeling brought by the heavy rain outside. His saddened expression kept flashing momentarily in his mind, and his heart wrenched.

Was it because of the necklace? The necklace that brought him back countless wrenched memories ever since.

He turned around, his back facing the rain. The door slowly shut in, but the heavy pelting sounds did not seem to become softer. Kanda went to close all the windows and the balcony doors, sinking down on the soft belge sofa with his arms spread across its edges. His eyes saw the profile of the ones that he had to assassinated for the Millennium Earl. He leaned towards the table, picking it up as he stared at the first page. His eyes narrowed as soon as he saw the familiar face of the silver-haired teen.

His head throbbed slightly.

The house phone beside him rang rather loudly, startling him from his thoughts a little. Kanda stretched over to take out the cordless phone and put it at his right ear. He listened, hearing some muffling voice which he couldn't recognise. He waited, peering at the glass panes filled with rain droplets which looked like silver crystals. As he looked closely, he could see his reflections rather clearly; the reflection of his horrifying and disgusting sight.

"Hello?"

Someone spoke, and his heart nearly stopped when he had mistaken that similiar voice to the silver-haired teen. His hand was clutching onto his loose pants tightly, letting himself lose control of his fluatuating emotions for the very first time of his life. But, it turned out to be someone else, and that person was the last one he expected.

"Yuu, it's me."

He could only think of that only person who had the audicity to call him by that forbidden name. He frowned, very sure that he changed all his numbers and moved houses within a day, so that he would not be able to find him, yet why was he able to find his house number and call at this particular moment? Kanda shivered slightly at the coldness of the rain outside, standing up as he walked to get his jacket at his room.

"How have you been, Yuu? You must not have expected me to get your number right?"

Kanda opened the door to his room, seeing the jacket at a distance. As he grabbed it by his hand and was about to walk out, he stopped. He turned around, seeing a particular photo frame on his desk. In it was him and a red-haired teen who always acted like a childish kid. He was always able to smile so radiantly, that pair of emerald eyes twinkling like pretty jewels. He was always able to make people lift up from their depressed moods and make them smile. It was then Kanda realised, how much he was missing that smile of his.

"Why aren't you answering me, Yuu? How long are you going to run away from reality?"

It was then Kanda realised, how much he missed that familiar voice which nearly drowned him, and brought him shivers down his skin. The way he calloused his fingers and his face so gently whenever he was having nightmares of his frightening childhood past. The sapphire blue eyes widened in shock, realising what his thoughts were.

"I don't ask for much, Yuu. I just...want to hear your voice once again."

He was worried for him. How long had this been going on? He wondered, as he put on his jacket and sat down on the couch again, staring at the blank television in front of him. The empty screen displayed his dull and lifeless eyes staring back at him. How long had this type of life been going on?

The rain was getting louder, slowly drowning his voice within its thunderous pour. Kanda slowly closed his eyes, heaving out a very soft sigh.

"Who are you?"

The person at the other receiver felt a little astonished at the words he sent to him. It would be the very first time he spoke to him, and the very last chance he was going to give between the both of them. After all, they were enemies and shouldn't even talk to each other in the first place. Kanda shifted slightly in his seat. Even with all these conditions; even if he drew a clear line between them, were those words a little...too harsh for him?

"I'm glad. I'm really glad. Thank you, Yuu, for speaking to me."

Kanda was slightly stunned at his reply. It was as if he was so satisfied even though his heartless words were meant to push him away from him. The two of them didn't speak for the rest of the moment that seemed so awkward. Even if he had the right to end the call immediately, Kanda didn't put his phone down, holding it close to his ear. He listened, till the end.

"Yuu, why are you going to kill Allen?"

That particular name stung his ear greatly. Kanda growled softly and lowly, feeling angry towards the other who stated his name so lightly, so easily. Why was he so concerned over a stranger? Why was he so keen in finding out the reason to this? Why was he...sounding so worried over that silver-haired teen instead of him? He really wanted to slam the phone down this instant, but realised that he couldn't do it.

"Yuu, I don't know what you are going to do, but you cannot kill him. You cannot kill that person, or else..."

Why was he sounding so scared over that midget? Kanda hissed at his recollections that night, rubbing the sides of his head in frustrations. The loud peltings outside was making his headache worse.

"Why?"

"Because..." Suddenly, the line was cut off. Kanda blinked for a moment, staring at the phone which had hung up his call. He then put down the phone and closed his exhausted eyes, replaying the words that the person said earlier on. What puzzled him most, was the last sentence he said to him before the line was cut off. It was like...he was warning him of something.

"You shouldn't chat for too long, Kanda." Kanda turned around sharply to find Rhode standing in the middle of the living room quietly, her golden eyes glinting eerily onto him. He frowned, not pleased with someone stepping into his abode without asking for his permission. Furthermore, when had she arrived in this room without being noticed?

"Who allows you to step in here without my permission?" Kanda hissed coldly, staring darkly at her. She just smiled, totally not affected by his murderous gaze. She looked around, spinning around like a little dancing doll before she stood in front of him. Kanda just stared at her, not scared of a little girl who could do anything to him. He eyed her, suspecting that she had been eavedropping his conversation for the whole while.

"Sorry for that, but I am here to deliver Millennium Earl's words." Kanda's eyes narrowed at her words. When did the Millennium Earl know this place? He was sure he didn't tell anyone, and at the first call he received, that old man didn't sound like he knew the place that he was currently in. He peered at the blue-haired girl who was sitting rather comfortably on a couch in extreme irritation. He always hated little kids who dared to step into the adult's space with such an innocent face, but Rhode was different. She wasn't a kid. He wondered whether she was considered as a kid anyway.

"The Millennium Earl doesn't know that you live here. I found this place first," Rhode said, staring at him. She always had the power to see straight through people's thoughts. Kanda grunted in reply, wishing that she should just leave. Her golden eyes twinkled beautifully and cruelly in the darkness, constantly reminding him of his cursed role in which he had to fulfil. Kanda clenched his hands slowly at that thought.

"You have other cases to do besides this one, but the Earl seriously hopes that you can work harder into giving him satisfactory results."

Kanda's eyes narrowed, feeling his stomach churned painfully a little. Her cruel gaze was stabbing into him hardly; like he was poisoned by it. The cases did not seem to bring up his mood either. The raven-haired teen turned away from her gaze, staring at the porcelain vase at the back.

"Of course, do not forget that current person in your profile. The Millennium Earl has high expectations from you, and hopes to see some results from you soon. So there..." Her voice went softer. Kanda turned and stared at her previous position, but no one was there. He felt his hurting head, the long strands of his hair flying across his vision. He turned sideways, surprised to find the balcony doors opened. Pale sunlight could be seen entering the room from the glass panes.

He realised that the rain had finally stopped.

How long was he going to run away from reality? He was not very sure, but maybe there wasn't any reality in his world at all. It was just a despicable dream that he selfishly clinged onto tightly, and how it changed completely and so easily by just a slight movement. Just like the water puddle which changes the reflection when something very light falls on its surface. His world was like that, always changing.

Forever changing.

Lavi stared at the phone which was cut off abruptly, before he sighed and put down the phone. His emerald eyes dwelled for a while, before they settled on the rain pelting softly behind the firm glass panes.

He had finally heard Kanda's voice. After so many years of endless search, to the extent of giving up, he had finally found his number, and went to call him. His voice still didn't change, a beautiful yet low tone that rang so deeply inside his ears and mind. It was something, and the only thing which he could keep to remember him.

The world was forever changing. He could not imagine what the final outcome would be; what exactly would happen between Kanda and him. It was something which he did not want to imagine at all; a scene in which either one of them fell. He did not want to hurt his precious and important friend, one whom he cherished more than himself.

Lavi stared at the rain solemnly. It was raining very hard today. He could only see the shapes and sizes of the buildings rather vaguely.

He couldn't remember the memories he had with Kanda anymore. Afterall, he was the one who chose to erase the past away. When he felt regret, he always reminded himself of his current job and that a Bookman did not need to have a heart. It was unnecessary. It would only be a burden for him. However, everything just sounded like a pathetic excuse.

Because of this job, he had to leave. It wasn't really leaving, but abandoning. Abandoning his hometown, everything that was here was going to be abandoned, and that included Kanda as well. He didn't inform Kanda when he left, and doubted that the raven-haired teen cared anyway. He must be celebrating at a corner, he assumed. But as he was standing here, staring longingly at his hometown which he was going to throw away, he felt an unbearable heavy weight at his shoulders, slowly sinking him downwards. His feelings could not be described at that time.

And now, the both of them were going to meet again. This time, as enemies. Lavi laughed at that thought. It felt...nostalgic.

"And you asked me why can't you kill Allen?" Lavi murmured softly to himself, turning towards his bed as he leaned his head gently against the soft mattress, his fingers playing with his red hair. Even though he treasured the friendship between the both of them; even though he wished that they could become more than just friends, there is always something which he cannot avoid in life.

Something inevitable. No one can ever change history, and never will. But even so, he wished that he could remember all the good memories he had with Kanda. Lavi smiled, staring at the small photo of a raven-haired teen taken when he was just ten. After a few seconds, his expression changed.

"You cannot kill Allen, Yuu. You can't."

It is because...that person isn't Allen.

He was laughing, so happy that someone had given him a warm home, so happy that the person welcomed him warmly as part of his family. He finally had a home; a home to stay and a home to keep his identity. He wasn't one abandoned kid anymore. He...had a home.

As he took Mana's hand and skipped happily with him down the solemn street, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. That he was forgetting something really important. He stopped skipping and stood there, feeling slightly confused.

"What's wrong, Allen?" Mana asked, staring down at him. He continued staring ahead, until at that particular moment when he felt someone walking past him. His silver eyes widened in shock, turning behind instantly. He could only see a glimpse of raven-blue strands floating past his eyes for a split second, before it was gone. He turned behind quickly, wanting to see that pair of eyes again, but no one was there. At this instant, he couldn't hear Mana's voice, and couldn't hear the people who were around him. His heart wavered slightly in fear, seeing the sight in front of him. Everything looked so real, yet he had a feeling that all of these did not belong to him. Mana shouldn't be here. These people shouldn't be here.

He shouldn't be here.

Was this...one of his memory?

He didn't know what happened. Tears just came out and flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably.

Allen's eyes snapped open. He blinked for a moment, before he felt tears streaming down his face suddenly. The pain at his chest was not ceasing, there for a reason. He slowly sat up and sniffed slightly, wiping away the tears and blowing his nose with a tissue. He stared down at his blanket rather dejectedly, before he broke down again.

Just now, what was that?

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