Omg, you don't know how long it took me. It's 1172 words, a new record. It's so angsty, though. I cried so hard when I was planning this out. I don't own D.Gray-Man, and I appreciate the support you all have given me. Sorry, Uh.. go ahead and read the story now. I'm not gonna put a note at the bottom, so I'll just say it here. Please review. Thankyou, and have a good night. I have to go to bed...

x.P.R.E.C.I.O.U.S.-.M.O.M.E.N.T.S.x

x.S.H.O.T.-.F.O.U.R.T.E.E.N.-.D.O.N.T.-.L.O.O.K.-.B.A.C.K.x

x.1-1-7-2.-.W.O.R.D.S.x

Allen knew that Kanda only had two petals left.

Of course, they were on a mission, and that was impossible to keep Kanda, and himself, out of danger.

They had destroyed the Akuma, collected the Innocence, when another dilemma arose.

Tyki Mikk had knocked them unconscious, and had taken their Innocence away, well; Allen had a funny green bracelet around his wrist which inhibited any movement of Innocence activation.

Rhode turned Kanda into her 'toy', beating him, kicking him, bruising him in what ever way she thought possible.

"S-Stop it!" Allen screamed one day, and Rhode looked up. She flashed a maniac's grin.

"Oh, you're so cute, when you're screaming like that. He doesn't feel pain anymore, see?" She rammed a blade into Kanda's side. The man coughed up blood, but Allen screamed.

"S-Stop it! Leave him alone!" Allen cried out, tears falling down his cheeks.

Rhode looked at him strangely. Then she had a great idea. "If I leave him alone," She licked the blade that she had drawn from Kanda. "Ew," she made a face, "Not sweet. Anyway, if I leave him alone, will you be my doll?"

Allen stared at her for almost an eternity. Slowly he nodded. "Fine. Leave. Him. Alone. And, you are to feed him. Do NOT let him starve, or I will kill you. Agreement met?" he asked, and Rhode nodded, grinning. She dragged Kanda towards the wall, unlocked Allen's cuffs, and placed Kanda in his place. To Allen, she nodded towards the wall on the other side, where the door opened.

He walked though; looking into Kanda's anguished eyes.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

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Crunch. Crack. Slam. Drip…

It never seemed to end. The endless days of torture. They had stopped feeding me anything long ago. I was thin, nothing could help. They found out that my Innocence was healing me, so they stopped the food. I was hungry, but that feeling faded. So did everything else. All I could feel was pain. Pain, pain… pain…

A line of crimson splashed across my face. The prick of pain began again, a small pin, then it became bigger, and bigger, and finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed.

The girl only giggled a sound more like crows.

"Don't you like the pain, Allen?" she asked, pouting in front of my face. I looked at her shoes and at her shoes only. Looking at her directly took so much of my strength. Now and then my stomach would growl. God, I was so hungry, so weak…

"Allen! You're so cute! Lying on the floor in your own pit of blood!" She smirked, taking out a really sharp blade. "I'm gonna end it all! And, I'll give you a head-start! You're to get out of here within a day! Good luck!" She exclaimed, ramming a blade into my side, blood gushing out, and swiftly pulling it out. "It starts now!" She laughed, leaving the room.

I laid there for eternity, then, I slowly, painstakingly got up to my feet. I winced as the feeling of unstable legs and broken bones in three places rushed up to my head.

Panting because the blood loss was making my head swim, I stumbled down the hall. Not one person passed me. Hn, Rhode was setting this up as a game.

Remembering where Kanda was kept took a while, all my memories had were pain, crimson rain, pain, cracks, laughs, screams…

I stumbled down the hallway, and something rang out, "Thirty minutes left! Hurry up, Al-Len!"

I found the doorway Kanda was kept. Funny, he was still in the same position as last time, but he was blindfolded.

"Hu-R-y…" my voice came out in a raspy whisper. Immediately Kanda's head swiveled around, to look at me. "Who…?"

"…No… need of… telling…" I whispered, my voice burning my throat like hell.

Kanda shut up. "I'm… gon…na… unlock… you… ok…ay?" I stopped for a breath, it was so hard breathing, "Then… run… run and don…'t… look b…ack…"

"What about you?" Kanda asked, a sneer to his face.

"Do…n't worry about… me… just… get out… of here… I'll… die anyway…" I whispered, my vision fuzzy, my arms going numb.

I fumbled with the lock, a simple code, and removing it took almost all my strength.

It clattered to the floor with a loud slam. Then Kanda removed the ropes on his own.

I smiled softly. Kanda was safe. He was going to live.

"I… love you… Kanda…" I whisper, before the darkness engulfed me, burning and charring my insides to hell.

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I heard the clatter of a lock, and I flexed my arms. The lock was gone. I could move again.

I shook my hands vigorously, to get the blood flowing. And then I turned around, ripping the blindfold off to look at my rescuer, at least I'll get him or her out as a thank-you.

Looking around, I searched for my captive. Then I heard Allen's feeble voice.

"I… love you… Kanda…" And a small thud.

I spun around, and saw Allen, sitting on the floor, smiling despite his condition.

He was all skin and bones, several bones out of place, a bone on his leg looked bad, completely swollen, and his arm looked broken. His body was black-and-blue with bruises, and his skin was unnaturally pale.

I hoisted him up, bridal style, because I knew I would hurt him if I didn't hold him right.

I felt for a pulse, barely there, and it was slow.

Lub…Dub… …Lub… Dub… It seemed like it was trying its best to be there.

"Congratulations, Allen! You've won! But, seeing as you're dead, Sweet Dreams!" Rhode's voice boomed out.

Allen's chest rose sharply, and then it fell with a small sigh, rise, fall, rise, fall…

I panicked, because, in truth, the one person I cared about was going to die.

I ran, ran for something that I couldn't see. I had to get Allen out of here, away from this place.

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I woke up. Funny, I thought I had died… it felt so real, the touch of nothingness, the ice-cold kiss of death. The slow but sharp pain of everything being cut away, like a doll who fell, fell down, into the depths of the hole…

A man was looking at me intently, his raven-blue eyes worried. He was pretty, could be a girl, I thought.

And to his right was a boy with an eye patch. A bandanna held his hair up. Next to him was a girl with really short hair. Beside her was a man with glasses with purple hair.

"Baka Moyashi, don't you know how much we worried about you?" The raven haired man barked.

"Stop that, Kanda! He just woke up!" The girl scolded. Looking at me, she asked, "How do you feel, Allen?"

"Al-Len…?" I asked, flinching. It hurt my throat. But I had to get my message across. "Who… is… that? Who… are… you? …Who am… I?"