Chapter 7: Lost Child

"Help me!"

He grimaced as his eyebrows furrowed, his hands starting to twitch uncontrollably.

Orange flames of fire looked even brighter and beautiful in the night as they continued to burn down and swallow everything in its way. Screams and shouts were heard clearly in the air as thick smoke made its way to the sky above. A cold breeze blew against his skin. His arms slowly moved as he gripped onto the sides of his torn shirt with his hands and hugged himself to prevent his body warmth from escaping.

"Help me! Please help me! Help me!"

Buzzing sounds were heard at his ears. He could not hear their voices at all, only seeing the movement of their lips. The earth continued to shake violently as everything started to collapse and the roads began to break apart. He could see humans falling, one by one.

He let out a gasp as he breathed heavily, his frown deepened.

What were they doing? Why were they showing such agonising expressions? He did not like these expressions one bit. He wished that they would stop showing such depressing faces to him.

"No! No, help me! Help me! HELP ME!"

His eyes narrowed, his right hand hovered over to his left as he pulled his hand which transformed into a large silver sword. The humans' face expressions turned even more horrified, their eyes widening in fear.

"No...no, don't do that. No..."

His vision blurred. He did not know what had happened. All he heard was piercing screams and a series of deep slashes and multiple stabs, before he felt splatters of liquid on his face and body, which turned out to be the blood of humans. His hand touched his face, realising that tears were streaming down uncontrollably.

Why? Why did this happen?

"NO!" Allen screamed at the top of his voice as his eyes snapped open. He gasped breathlessly as he stared at the ceiling above him blankly, before he looked around the place he was in which turned out to be his own room. After calming himself down as his breathing was back into normal, he slowly sat up on the bed, noticing Lavi who was lying at the side of his bed, sleeping. Allen peered at his left ankle which was bandaged neatly. He frowned, wondering what had happened earlier on.

I heard everything you said. I shall grant your wish today.

Silver eyes widened slightly as broken pieces of his memory from yesterday started falling back to its respective places.

Are you avoiding me...Allen?

The robber! Allen gasped, his body jerking forward as he remembered everything that had happened earlier on. At that time, he was going for work when a robber suddenly held him hostage and dragged him away forcefully. He broke his ankle in the process and couldn't avoid a vending machine flying towards him. Then a raven-haired stranger suddenly appeared and saved him, and before he knew it, everything turned out to be a fierce and raging battle between the two of them. That person defeated the robber in the end, but the way he chose to finish him off was something beyond his imagination–something which he did not want to imagine or recall.

However, there were still questions that were not answered. Firstly, who was this robber? From his observations throughout the whole incident, he wasn't just a normal robber who aimed for money. He knew him even though he couldn't remember him, and he talked something about him that he couldn't understand at all. It was as though he knew him better than the original person, which was himself. That speed and skills of his weren't normal as well. Who was he? How exactly was he related to him?

It was the same for the stranger who saved him. He might have saved him, but why would he save a person whom he did not know at all? His skills were in par with the robber as well. Now that he recalled, if he was not wrong, that robber did addressed him as 'Black Assassin'. He had heard from the people at the bus stop earlier that this Black Assassin might be interrelated with the recent murder. No matter how he looked at it, that person didn't seem as bad as he thought, and that person always gave him a strange and familiar feeling, like this wasn't the first time they had met.

Allen blinked as he pondered deeply. He then stared at the bandaged ankle which surprisingly did not hurt at all. The silver-haired teen tried raising it up, and to his astonishment, he moved his leg with no effort at all. He frowned, getting more perplexed.

"You are awake?" He turned to see Lavi yawning softly as he stared at him with squinted eyes.

"Yes. How long was I knocked out?"

"A day. How are you feeling now?" Lavi asked as he stood up and walked to the nearby table to get him a glass of water. Allen tried moving his arms and shoulders freely, before he turned to the redhead.

"Good. Everything seems okay."

Help me!

Silver eyes widened slightly. Allen winced as he clutched his head and crouched down a little. Emerald eyes narrowed as Lavi went to his side and touched his forehead in worry.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I am." Allen gave a smile and pushed his hand away gently. Lavi just nodded his head as he gave him the glass of warm water. Allen thanked him as he took the glass and slowly drank the water down his throat. After he finished, he returned it to Lavi who walked over to the table and put down the empty glass. The bookman junior sat on a small couch at the corner of the room and just watched Allen in silence. Everything seems to be alright for now, but there was something strange which he could not interpret for now.

Allen stared at his hands, and at that particular moment when he heard that pleading shout in his head, he could vaguely see stains of blood on this pair of hands. He shut his eyes and shook his head lightly. He opened his eyes again, seeing nothing on his hands. The silver-haired teen swallowed nervously as he turned to the window, feeling confused and slightly agitated. He did not like this.

"Hey, Allen." Allen turned to face Lavi.

"Yes?"

"Can you...remember anything?" The redhead questioned softly. Allen just stared at him in silence, before something hit him hardly and at that split second, he saw a deep slash on Lavi from his shoulder down to his abdomen, before blood started splattering out crazily. Silver eyes widened in horror and before he knew it, a scream escaped from his mouth as Allen stumbled back and hit the wooden part at the back of the bed hardly.

"Allen! Are you okay, Allen?" Lavi cried out in astonishment as he rushed over to his side, looking at him in concern. Allen gasped breathlessly for a while, before he realised that nothing had happened and the redhead was standing in front of him with no injury at all. His hands began to tremble violently at that terrifying feeling he got when he saw that. It really frightened him out of his wits. Why did such...gruesome images appear in his head at this time? Were they also...part of his memory which he couldn't recover?

"Are you okay, Allen?" Lavi asked once more, seeing that the silver-haired teen had calmed down a little.

"Yes. Thanks for asking." Allen wiped off the sweat at his forehead and smiled. Lavi just stared at him for a moment, before he grinned.

"I see! I'm so happy that you are alright, my friend! Are you feeling hungry? I could go down and grab some bite for you to eat."

"No, it's okay! I'm not really..." Next, a low growl was heard.

"...hungry." The two of them just blinked. Allen let out an awkward laugh several minutes later, breaking the silence between them.

"Well...I'm fine with a sandwich..."

"Okay, sandwich it shall be! I shall go out and buy now. Wait for me!" Allen smiled and waved as the hyper redhead went out of the room with a skip and closed the door behind him. His smile soon faltered as he let out a sigh, pulling his covers aside as he sat by the side of the bed, letting his bare feet touch the cold floor. He grimaced at the cold feeling which stung his skin. The silver-haired teen then slowly stood up on his two feet, noticing that the pain he felt at his ankle was gone. He sat back on the bed and bent down, his hands busily taking off the bandages which smelt of string herbs. As the last roll of bandage was removed, he stared at his ankle which showed no signs of swell at all. His bone seems to be alright as well.

"What is this?" Allen touched his ankle gently with his fingers, fondling with the smooth skin of his foot. He did remember that he injured his ankle really badly, so there was no way it could heal in just a day's time. It was even ridiculous to say that he had supernatural healing ability said in most dramas, but he was just a normal human.

He stood up, walking over to the window. Allen stared at the people walking by in silence.

Help me!

His hand trailed along the side of the window in a slow manner. Silver eyes narrowed in response. His left hand twitched slightly as he raised it up in the air, staring at the ground below with a blank look.

Help me! Help me!

"...Why?" He muttered softly under his breath. His twitching left hand slowly reached out towards a child who was talking eagerly to his father standing beside him in the middle of the street. Something was gradually pulling him towards this scene he was seeing.

Allen...

Something flashed across his head hardly. Allen winced as he closed his eyes and felt his throbbing head, seeing a fuzzy and blurred image of a silver-haired boy who looked exactly like him. He was smiling and calling out to someone in front of him, but there seems to be no one standing ahead of him...only a dark figure which he could not see clearly. That boy was mouthing something at his lips, but he could not hear anything at all.

...na...

He frowned as he heard something, but it was still very unclear. He wondered whether there were too many people around when he was speaking, but from the flashing image in his mind, he was sure that no one was there. No one, except him and that dark figure in front of him.

...na...wa...me...

He grimaced as he touched his ears, beginning to hear irritating buzzing sounds which were so high-pitched that it felt as though his head was going to explode any moment. Allen gasped as he clutched down slightly. His eyes slowly slid open halfway, staring at the boy who grabbed his father's hand and pulled him away.

...na...Mana...

Mana...wait...me...

..na...wait...na...

...na...na...

High-pitched sounds buzzed sharply at his ears all of a sudden. Allen clutched his head and winced.

"Allen?" The silver-haired teen turned around to see Lavi at the door, the bag of food in his hand. He did not know what to do, only giving him a sheepish smile in reply. He then turned to the window, realising that the boy and his father were no longer there. He swallowed, his hand touching his heaving chest as he recalled that particular sentence echoing in his head at that time.

"Promise me. That you will not hesitate in killing me if I lose control of myself."

Kanda opened his eyes, staring at the blank ceiling above him. He then grimaced and attempted to sit up on the bed, gripping on his right arm before touching his stomach which was bandaged neatly. He stared at the faint colour of his blood staining the bandages, before he looked ahead, seeing Mugen placed on the small table just a few metres across him. The raven-haired swordsman threw off the covers as he stood up, walking to the table. He took the sword and carefully unsheathed it, staring at the bright glint from the polished silver blade.

Don't tell me that you have really forgotten everything, Kanda! Everything about this person!

He sheathed back his sword into the hilt and placed it back down on the table. Kanda pulled a chair over, wincing slightly in the process as he touched the hurting wound which had not healed fully. He sat down and switched on his laptop, checking the files and mails he received for today. The raven-haired man scanned through his mailbox, reading the messages and noting down whatever information which would be important for his missions.

He is someone whom you are searching all along, someone who is important to you.

His pen stopped moving as he stared at the paper.

You cannot kill this person.

Sapphire eyes narrowed darkly. He stood up and shut the laptop hardly, grabbing the piece of paper and his sword before he stepped out of his room. Butlers and maids bowed down at his presence, but he ignored it as he sprinted down the stairs to the basement. As he was about to walk out of the mansion to start his mission, he was stopped by a hand placed on his shoulder in a gentle way. Kanda halted in his footsteps, before he turned around and stared at the man with dark curls.

"Off to do your missions, Kanda?" He asked.

"Tyki Mikk. What I do is none of your business," Kanda replied curtly. Tyki just gave a light chuckle as he walked to his front and faced him, his pair of dark golden eyes twinkling in slight muse.

"Don't be so cold. I just want to talk to a friend, that's all."

Kanda did not say anything. Tyki smiled as he patted his shoulders lightly, leaning a little closer to him as he whispered softly at his ears.

"Why...did you save Allen Walker yesterday?"

That pair of sapphire eyes showed no emotions.

"I'm really...curious. You never spare anyone before. So...why him?"

"I did not spare him. I just did not like anyone touching my prey," Kanda answered coldly.

"I see. Then why are you showing such a perplexed expression that I could not understand right now?" The frown at his forehead deepened as the raven-haired assassin turned to face him, his displeased look on his face demanding him a reason for saying such nonsense. Tyki laughed as he took a few steps back, slightly taken aback by his death glare.

"Are you wasting my time, Tyki?" Kanda hissed lowly.

"No, no, of course not!" Tyki laughed, before his lips formed a thin line and his expression changed completely. "You should know better what to do, Kanda. The Earl will not wait for anyone. Not even you."

Kanda stared at him in silence for a moment. The swordsman gave a snort as he turned and walked out of the mansion, closing the main doors behind him. Tyki leaned against the wall and just stared at the exit where he left, deep into thoughts. His eyes then flickered slightly, as he turned and see Rhode standing a few metres behind him.

"What have the two of you been talking about?" She questioned.

"Nothing. Just general thoughts," Tyki replied with a smile. Rhode just raised her eyebrow, staring at her family member who slipped his gloved hands into the pockets of his pants as he turned and walked away. Her eyes followed his shadow closely, until he disappeared around the back corridor. Golden eyes narrowed as a small devilish smirk slowly made its way to her face.

"Now, it is time to settle the finale with those bunch of idiots who even dared to touch my beloved family."

Kanda stared at the small photo he was given, before he looked up at the particular businessman who was talking to someone at the bus stop. He took a few steps back, his eyes focusing on his main target closely. The businessman laughed out as he patted the shoulder of the other, before the two of them bid farewell and went separate ways. Noting that it was time to move, Kanda lowered his black cap, ignoring the excited whispers from the ladies who were eyeing at him with lust.

The main target walked around the streets and entered a shopping mall. Making sure that he stayed a few distance away from him, Kanda went in, grimacing slightly at the sudden rush of cold wind from the air conditioners. He spotted the businessman turning left at the first corridor.

He took out the paper again and read the information.

#08-07

Knowing that there was an office situated just above the shopping mall and he definitely would go there, Kanda turned and took the stairs instead, sprinting quickly and with ease as he reached the 8th level within a few minutes. He opened the door and looked around, making sure that it was clear.

He walked to the lift lobby, but things weren't going as smooth as he thought. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, and the raven-haired man went back into the staircase, peering through the glass pane as he saw the target striding in together with some people. They flashed their badges to him, and as the businessman nodded his head in a serious expression, he knew who they were instantly.

Unfortunately, the CIA has been meddling with our affairs again. As far as I want to play with them, I'm afraid that this has to stop, before something bad happens.

"CIA..." He muttered, frowning. Kanda leaned closely to the doors, waiting. As the voices were slowly getting further, he opened the door and walked out quietly, stopping by the edge of the wall as he peered to the side, seeing them entering a room. His hand reached out for his sword at the back and pulled it out, as he was getting ready in his position. After estimating the distance and the time between here and the security camera, Kanda sprinted and leaped up, holding his sword tightly as he gave a swing through the camera, before landing on the floor lightly. Seconds later, the camera broke into clean halves as the useless gadget fell onto the ground. Kanda stood up and slowly approached the room they were in.

The black assassin stopped at the front door as he stared at the door number. It was different from the number which the email had informed him. Kanda hissed under his breath. It wouldn't be long before the security guards discovered that something was wrong here.

Sapphire eyes narrowed. He had to act fast. The swordsman was about to do something when he heard a voice coming from the room itself.

"How is he doing?"

"Same. It has been going on like this for the past eight years."

"What? Nothing has been found out from him? He is the only survivor of that...tragedy! That...monster!"

Kanda stared at the doors, hearing bits of their conversation.

"Sshh! Don't speak so loudly! This is supposed to be top secret, directly approved by the president himself. It is something we cannot speak lightly."

"We must be aware of the Millennium Earl's movements as well. He is trying to find a way to get to him. His use will determine our future. If that boy is taken by him, everything would be over."

That boy? He wondered. Were they referring to Allen? But why? Why would the CIA and the Millennium Earl want something from someone so insignificant as that beansprout? Everything was so mixed up, confusing him. Something was definitely wrong here.

Those bunch of idiots do not even know who they are dealing with. Fools.

"The first stage is successfully finished. Looks like we can proceed to Stage 2 for this experiment."

"Anyway, we have not much time left. We have to hurry." There were some soft shuffles inside the room, before footsteps were heard, coming towards the entrance. The raven-haired swordsman turned and went to the room next door swiftly. The door opened and the group walked out to the corridor, exchanging words among themselves before they parted ways. The businessman remained behind as he turned and walked deeper inside the corridor. Footsteps were getting further, before a soft click was heard and there was nothing.

Kanda opened the door and stepped out. He checked his watch, realising that he had used too much time. He paced quietly across the ground, glancing through the glass panes for the sight of the businessman. As he reached room 07, he spotted the familiar figure inside, flipping some papers in his hands. Kanda smirked and was about to charge in when he stopped, noticing a camera just situated ahead.

He cursed and took his sword out, opening the door.

"Who is it?" The man asked, but no one replied. He stared at the door which crashed onto the wall with a soft thud. He frowned and put down the documents, walking towards the door to check. As he was about to turn and take a look, something flew across his eyes and a loud piercing sound was heard, startling him. He gasped as he turned to where it went, his eyes widened in shock at the security camera which was pierced by a sword.

"Who is it!" He demanded. He turned to the door, astounded to see someone standing there. Kanda walked up and pulled the sword out, sending the camera crashing down onto the ground. He then turned around, seeing the colour of the businessman's face slowly turning into a pale white.

"Y-You...You..."

Sapphire eyes narrowed. Kanda approached him, raising his sword high as he was taking aim. The businessman stammered some incoherent words he couldn't understand, as he stepped back in fright and tripped halfway. The swordsman kicked away the tables which were in his way, focusing on his target who was getting away. As he was forced into a corner, the businessman looked up in fear at the black assassin who was standing in front of him.

"Are...Are you going to eliminate me, just like the others?" He asked.

Kanda did not reply.

"W-Wait. Wait! Why are you doing this? Why?" The businessman pleaded.

"A warning," Kanda answered, pointing the blade at his face. His eyes widened slightly, his arms hugging himself as the businessman tried to hide the trembles controlling his body.

"W-What?" He asked in confusion.

"Didn't you all received the Millennium Earl's notice? If you-the CIA or the government- do not stop what they are doing, this-" Kanda said, pressing the blade dangerously at his throat. " -will go on."

The man gasped breathlessly as he tried speaking, but nothing came out.

"What does the government want from Allen Walker?" He asked.

"It's...It's forbidden to say his...his name..." The businessman cried out in fright as Kanda pressed the blade harder towards his throat, inflicting a small cut on the skin as blood began to trickle down his neck.

He is a...ultimate weapon.

"What...does the government want from Allen Walker?" Kanda asked again, this time louder and harsher.

"T-They...They want to c-check whether...whether he was the one who caused that tragedy to happen eight years ago...when the whole district of Shibuya was burnt down to ashes...other than that I...I don't know anymore..." He stuttered. Kanda just stared at him silently, recalling the information that he had heard from this man. Now that he thought about it, his memory only started when he was thirteen, exactly eight years ago. He could not remember anything beyond the age of thirteen. Tyki said that he might have met with a mishap and lost his memory when he was young. His memory...might be connected with this silver-haired teen who appeared at the same time.

"Can...Can you spare me? Please?"

"I'm sorry to say this but...you have to die." There was a loud choking sound from the businessman as Kanda stabbed straight into his stomach. He stiffened for a second, blood foaming at his lips, before he collapsed onto the floor with a thud. The raven-haired man stood up and listened closely, hearing faint footsteps coming this way. He had used up too much time, and the security guards had found out. This room was too far away from the staircase, and there was no time to waste. Kanda opened the windows and looked down, seeing a rather incredible sight of the height from this level directly down to the ground.

"What happened!"

"T-The camera is...sliced into halves!"

"Don't tell me...the Black Assassin is here!"

Kanda cursed under his breath. Making sure that Mugen was secured tightly behind his back, he stepped onto the edge of the window and jumped, his hand aiming for the nearest tree branch. He nearly missed, but managed to catch it as he crashed through the thick canopy of leaves before landing on the ground hardly. He winced as he slowly got up to his feet, looking around. It was lucky that people hardly used this street he was in, or else he would have been discovered.

Kanda grimaced in pain, realising that the wound had re-opened again. He had to go back and change. The swordsman looked up, seeing faces poking out of the opened window as they searched for him. He lowered his cap as he hid inside the shadow of the tree, making sure that they wouldn't notice. When the authorities turned back inside, he turned and made his way out of here, walking past empty streets and entering an alley. He took off the jacket stained with blood and threw it onto the ground.

"Tch," The raven-haired swordsman cursed under his breath for doing such a sloppy job for the first time. This wasn't like him. He cleaned the blood away on his sword, before sheathing back into the hilt and strapped it behind his back. He looked up, seeing grey clouds gradually floating towards his direction, shading some of the sunlight in view.

Sapphire eyes slowly narrowed. It was slightly absurd to even have such a thought, but his curiosity kicked in as he was getting more involved in this issue regarding this mysterious silver-haired teen. Nobody knew where he came from, and he just appeared out of the blue eight years ago. At that time, the whole district of Shibuya was burnt down beyond recognition. There was no remains of explosives, which, only the nuclear bombs could do such a thing. Instead, the government found a dishevelled boy wandering on the burning street with blood spattering all over him. No one knew how he survived. He just walked out of the broken city in one piece.

What was the Millennium Earl trying to say regarding that incident? He remembered some sentences while he was on his way to kill off those bastards. Even that old man sounded cautious and slightly weary while speaking about that beansprout. Kanda leaped over a fence and bypassed an abandoned road not used by anyone for years. He then reached his apartment which was a few metres away. As he took his house keys and was about to open the door, he stopped.

An image flashed in his mind for a second.

He was in a room - a simple room with a bed, a wardrobe, a table and a chair. Everything was so neat and well maintained, that it felt as though no one had ever stepped into this room for a very long time. As he looked around, he saw a large portrait of a clown hanging on the wall.

What?

Something was missing.

Someone should be there. That faint, sweet scent of that person was still lingering here...

Sapphire eyes snapped open. Kanda stared at the keys which was about to be inserted into the key hole in slight astonishment. What was that? Why was a room, which he did not even have a single recollection for the past twenty-two years of his life, appear in his mind? And there was something weird. Something which he couldn't explain just by words alone. As he stood there, he could feel a strange yet nostalgic feeling coming to him. It was as though...he had been there.

And someone existed...for that particular room.

(Flashback, eight years ago)

"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!"

Breathless gasps could be heard in the vacant room. Her body shivered in the coldness, her hands struggling in the air as she tried to grab onto anything in this total darkness, with the exception of little moonlight shining in from the very top window. She swallowed dryly, fidgeting at her current position as she concentrated on loosening the tight knots of the ropes securing her to prevent her escape.

She gave a short cry as her wrist was continuously cut by the rough surface of the ropes. Blood was slowly dripping down onto the floor, gradually forming a small puddle for the past few hours, but thanks to the blood which seeped into the ropes and made the surface more smooth, she was able to loosen it a little. Biting her lip to endure the pain, she kept up with the current speed, hoping to get out of here.

"Oi, is that girl okay?"

She stopped, hearing voices coming from outside. Her eyes narrowed in anger.

"She's probably awake. I shall go in and check." A few seconds later, the door opened with a slow creak. Hollow footsteps echoed throughout the room, slowly approaching her. She shut her eyes and pretended to be unconscious, just hoping that he would not find out about the puddle of blood that she left from the struggle.

"She is still unconscious...though it sounds unlikely because it has already been a few hours."

"Just leave her be. There is no way she is able to escape from here." Another voice came out from outside.

"You are right. We will definitely not hurt you...when your brother comes here by himself." Footsteps were heard, getting further from her, and the sound of the door closing was heard a few minutes later. She opened her eyes, gritting her teeth in anger. She clenched her hands tightly and continued struggling against the tight ropes.

Laughters rang out from outside. It seems that they were having a great time.

"I will not let onii-chan get here, no matter what," She muttered softly under her breath. Drops of blood continued to fall and splattered into the puddle with a soft splash. The ropes began to loosen, and she could feel the space between her hands getting slightly bigger, enough to move a little.

"Hey, have you heard? There was a big uproar last night. The whole district of Shibuya is burnt into ashes and flames, and the whole cause was because of a boy?"

"Oh, that one? Reports say that there was practically nothing left-not even the corpses or remains of the destroyed buildings- except a ten-year-old boy who seems to be wandering on the empty streets alone. He had silver-coloured hair, and his eyes were dark golden in resemblance to the eyes of a hunting wolf! Furthermore, he had blood stains all over his body and hands! Just by staring at him would send shivers down one's spine. It was as though he was a monster in appearance."

She stopped struggling as she listened carefully in what they were talking about.

"Till now, the government has no clues to why the whole city was burnt down so perfectly without anything left behind. Because of this, the CIA has stepped in to help solve this case."

Violet eyes widened at the name of the large organisation they mentioned.

"They took in the boy and tried to get some clues from him, but it seems that he could not remember anything other than his own name."

"Who is he?"

"No idea. Only that particular group, Section 67, which is in charge of this case, knows the information. It was supposed to be investigated by our group. If that bastard would listen to us and hand us the case obediently, there is no need to kidnap his own sister at all."

She gasped in horror. Wasn't Section 67 her brother's team in the CIA? No wonder they did this to her! They were supposed to be teammates working together in the same organisation! Why would they do this?

Suddenly, crashes and loud noises could be heard from outside. Shouts and yells echoed loudly, before thunderous punches and sounds of guns could be heard. Her ears pricked up, and as she caught some of their voices, she could recognise a particular voice belonging to her own beloved brother. A smile appeared on her face, as she continued to loosen the ropes tied between her hands. After a few minutes, she managed to loosen the ropes. As she was about to stand up and escape, the door opened and her brother was standing there.

"Let's go, Lenalee!" She nodded her head. As she ran towards her brother, she heard a loud bang, before her eyes slowly widened in shock at the stiffened expression of her brother being shot, before he slowly collapsed onto the ground.

Violet eyes went wide as she continued to stare at his limp body, her hands slowly trembling on their own. Her quivered lips opened slightly, wanting to shout to her brother to stop acting and get up, but nothing came out.

A man appeared at the door. She averted her gaze to him. He had a knife in his hand, and as he raised it up, aiming at her brother, she rushed up without hesitation, her hands reaching towards him in a desperate to stop all of this.

"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!" Everything seems to gradually come to a standstill. As she almost touched the hand holding the knife, the hand moved down and there was a loud splatter of blood. Her eyes widened in horror as she slowly stopped in her footsteps, seeing the dark crimson colour of the blood slowly staining his shirt. As she saw his triumphant smirk appearing on the face of the killer, she let out a horrified scream at the top of her voice.

(Present)

"What did I ask you?"

There was a hard stab, screams following, and sounds of blood splattering all over the place. The soft screeches of the sword was heard as she pulled out another sword and mercilessly pierced it into his stomach. The man howled in great pain. She just stared at him, with no signs of emotions on her face at all.

"S-Stop...stop, I beg of you. Stop...please..." He pleaded softly, like a dog begging for its master to stop his commands. The whole room was filled with the stench of blood, so revolting that it was starting to make him nauseous. He somehow knew this would happen, but he never expected her to massacre the entire CIA team involved in the kidnapping eight years ago. What frightened him the most was the pair of piercing eyes fixated onto him no matter where he was, as though she was mentally trapping him in a place, not allowing him to look anywhere but her.

"What did I ask you?" Lenalee asked again. She could have finished him off quickly, but she wanted to confirm some matters. About the issues with her brother who was once in charge of a team in CIA, and that incident happening eight years ago which had changed the history of Japan forever.

"Y-You...you said..." He stuttered, finding no energy to answer her. She looked terrifying for a teenager - no, a killer.

"What did you done to my brother!" She snapped loudly.

"We...we killed him out of spitefulness! Because we are supposed the one who were in charge of that case. You know, the incident. We are not supposed to mouth this out publicly. If...if he could just refuse the offer, everything would be alright!" The man blurted out in a fluster. His blood ran cold the moment he saw Lenalee's face darkening in anger, her hand gripping on the swords tightly as she shove them deeper inside his stomach. The pain spread throughout his body and he screamed.

"You did what? You killed my brother out of spitefulness?" Lenalee mouthed out those words that stung her heart hardly. Her brother committed so much to the government, yet all he got in return was betrayal from his colleagues? Now, his pleadings weren't even enough to pay for what he had done! Lenalee hissed as she kicked him accurately at his bleeding wound. He cringed as blood was draining off his face.

All she wanted was to let him have a slow and painful death. He would not live even though paramedics and police were coming in a couple of hours. She had cut the main arteries which induced internal bleeding. In just a few minutes, he would be having breathing difficulties and hyperventaling, before he finally met his death. Even so, this was not enough to dissipate her tormenting pain and burning fury which had last for eight years.

"...though, it was lucky that we did not take up that case," He chuckled.

She frowned, raising her eyebrows.

"Explain," She demanded coldly, pointing her sword at his throat. He stared at her with a dazed look, before he sighed and stared at the bloody floor.

"No one survived."

"What?" The olive-haired girl asked, not catching what he was saying.

"Section 67, which is your brother's team, rushed to the scene to investigate on this matter, but strangely, no one came back to report. Another team was sent out to check and they found the bodies of the members of Section 67. They were..." He paused, hesitant on continuing this conversation. She could see the perturbed expression he had when he was recollecting the past. Lenalee had already sort of knew what had happened.

"Your brother was spared because he received the news that you were kidnapped, and rushed over to save you. It was too bad that his fate was still the same..." He said, a smug look appearing on his face. Violet eyes narrowed in anger.

"Shut up," Lenalee growled as she stepped onto his hand hardly. His eyes widened in horror as he started screaming incorherent words which could not be understood. She frowned, tracing back the things that he had just said earlier on.

"What happened to that boy?"

She saw the man stiffened in response, as though she had mentioned something that she should not brought up. She then remembered that they weren't allowed to mouth out anything regarding that incident. What was this big secret that the CIA had been hiding from everyone? Who was the one who killed everyone and blasted the whole city into pieces?

"You haven't answered my question. Where is he now?" She questioned darkly, pointing the sharp tip of the sword at his throat. A small, thin red line slowly appeared, the blood seeping out of the wound as it trickled down his neck.

He did not answer. The olive-haired girl gritted her teeth and was about to punch him straight at his obscene face when he suddenly replied, a strange yet creepy smile forming at his bruised lips.

"Didn't you know?" He asked in slight surprise and with such calmness.

Lenalee frowned. What tricks were he going to play this time? Seeing no reply from her, that disgusting smile was spreading widely across his cheeks.

"Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder why all of you are so stupid."

"What?" She hissed lowly as a warning to watch out for his way of speaking to her in this kind of situation, but he did not seem to care anymore. Probably it was because he knew he would not be living any longer. He smiled and moved his body forward, his face just a few centimetres from hers. That disgusting face stained with his sneering look irked her completely. She felt like stepping back, but something in his eyes stopped her.

He smirked.

"He is always here with you."

Violet eyes widened.

"Didn't all of you notice? I thought the Black Assassin would have a slight hunch on who he is..." He muttered under raspy breaths, breathing heavily. She could see that he was slowly drifting out of consciousness, but she wasn't going to allow him to do so. Not without explaining fully on what he actually said just now. What had got to do with Kanda? She had no idea, but somehow, she had a feeling that she was going deeper into something she should never investigate.

Then she remembered something extremely important. That thought was enough to send her into moments of shock and disbelief. She wasn't sure, and she did not want to confirm this either.

"Ah." She snapped back to reality by a surprised voice. Lenalee frowned as she turned back to him.

"I forgot. From the way he looks now, there is no way he would do such a terrible deed. I understand. Acting so innocent and naïve, as though he did not know a single thing that happened..." He spoke, a dark glint flashing at his eyes.

"A monster," He spat out. She shivered slightly at the word, remembering that particular period of time when she was locked in and overheard the conversation she wasn't supposed to hear. She knew who he was naming. It was that boy who came out of the raging fire, alive and unscathed.

"Allen Walker."

Her thoughts stopped running, her emotions ran cold.

xx-xx

I did not know that you are so weak, Allen.

How long are you going to suppress me? How long are you going to feign ignorance, pretending that all of these have happened?

How long are you going to be like this, even after so many years of your lifetime has passed?

Even though you are supposed to be dead.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling of his room. It was around midnight.

"How long..."

His pair of silver eyes slowly transformed into dark golden orbs, shimmering coldly in the darkness.

"...have I been here?"

Hi everyone! It has been so long since I touch this story again. Just to remind all of you that this story is semi-AU and has time-travel, which means you will find flashbacks of the DGM chapters appearing in the chapters, and there will be differences of time from the past to the future. Due to my tight school schedule, I will not be updating my stories frequently. If I have the time to write, I will post the chapters up :)

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