I swear i should make this a fanfic when i have time.
It was supposedly an emo fic, with Kanda loving Allen, Allen a Noah, and Allen dies.
It's a queer, queer world, right? Suddenly I'm traveling down a path where I don't know where it leads, but it does, and it ends up here.
It's strange, isnt it?
Disclaimer: Don't own DGM, I tried buying it on Ebay, not enough money. Then again, I dont even have a credit card.
X.P.R.E.C.I.O.U.S.-.M.O.M.E.N.T.S.x
x.S.H.O.T.-.S.E.V.E.N.T.E.E.N.-.T.R.A.N.S.F.U.S.I.O.N.S.x
x.1,5,0,5.-.W.O.R.D.S.x
His feet plodded across the ground in an almost melodious matter. He was headed in no apparent direction, somewhere he could find sanctuary, without anyone to stare at him.
Ever since he was found out as the 'Fourteenth', he was banished from the Black Order. There, walking along a ditch in a road, he was found by the Earl.
"Allen Walker." The Earl said, that same sickening smile on his face, "Have you thought about it?"
Allen looked up, into the fevered red eyes of the Earl. Did they just glint gold? "Yes."
"What is your answer?" The Earl asked, interested.
The white haired boy glared, and replied with, "I'll get revenge on the Order. You just watch. I'll do it on my own, as the Noah of Melody."
The Earl shook his head softly, as if he was chiding a child. "Oh, come now, Allen, you can't do that on your own."
Allen grinned, up into the eyes of the Earl. "Of course. I'll do it on my own."
"Surely you resist?"
"No, I'm sure. I'll call on you when I'm ready."
That was so long ago. Allen pushed back the hair on his head, tossed his head back, and he invocated his Innocence.
The skilled claws sheared clump after clump of his hair away. On the run, he hadn't had the time to cut his hair. Now he did, and his hair was relatively short. It was once mid-back length, and now it came to his neck, with wisps dangling off.
He grinned to the small bird on his shoulder, and up to the golden speck in his hair.
"Well, Tim, Leran, let's go." Allen said, setting off. "Not much longer, I say." He said, Crown Clown trailing behind him. There was no need to keep it hidden much longer.
Leran, the black sparrow, cawed a melody, taking off to the sky, flapping around in a circle around Allen's head high up in the sky, and the ground rumbled.
"Master." The crowed, men who looked like disfigured Akuma crowed, and Allen smiled.
"My little sheep," he crooned, "Let's take down the Order, shall we?"
They all burst into applause, transfiguring into doves, and flew off.
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The first time he realized it Kanda was hit like a bullet had torn through his heart.
Allen was in trouble, he swore. Those days were so hellish.
He was banished from the Order, and Kanda missed him for some reason.
He was up on the roof, watching the sky, like he always did when Allen was there.
Quote, 'Was', he was long gone now. Probably was killed by the Earl.
There was no possible reason he was alive. So why couldn't he let go of him?
He saw a multitude of white doves, all flying towards him.
Then, with the first bang, they morphed into men, dropped down into the throng of the Order, and opened fire.
Kanda cursed, in all his time fighting Akuma, the Earl had never let on that he was making a new Akuma.
He activated Mugen, jumped into the fray, and destroyed five.
A small box appeared out of nowhere, and it formed into a large cube. Slowly the doors opened, and a familiar face walked out.
He had that same serene smile like he always did, and Kanda's heart nearly stopped looking at him.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Kanda exclaimed, disbelief in his voice.
"…You really thought that? I thought you were my friend." The familiar voice cut through his heart like a knife. "I guess the Order brainwashes everyone. Like so, I'd like you to meet my friends." He gestured to the men beside him, who stood protectively around him. "They're complicated to make, I swear. I had no help, whatsoever. Aren't you proud of me?" he asked, smiling.
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Komui stared in the screen, showing the confrontation of Allen and Kanda. Allen looked the same, a little older, longer hair, a bit taller, and he had that same smile on his face. Slowly his lips moved, and Komui caught the words.
"It's called, 'transfusion', You take the blood of the one you use, and you insert it into an animal. Then, you cut out the person's heart." Allen said, patting the sparrow on his shoulder. "This here's name is Leran. He was my first successful transfusion. Simply put, He'll go anywhere I go. And he makes a perfect companion to Timcampy."
"You monster!" Kanda snarled, going into a crouch and running at Allen.
The boy only smiled, and a transfusion man came out, and got skewered instead of Allen.
"The good thing about Transfusions," Allen said, biting his arm until it bled, "Is that they need my blood. If they die, like this," he dribbled a drop of his blood into the man's open mouth. Instantly the color returned, and the man turned into a dove. "Is that they can be revived. Isn't that handy?"
The dove was white, with a red streak of his blood on its hair.
"The more it drinks my blood, the redder it comes. Leran here, somehow was black the more it hung out with me. He's sweet, isn't he?" the bird chirped happily, jumping on his shoulder.
Kanda was staring emptily. It was hard to believe that this was the boy that he adored so much.
"You're still clinging onto that hopeless feeling? Feelings will only get in the way in this war. You can't trust anyone. I learned that myself." His face turned into a sad smile. "I trusted them so much. I fought for them, bled for them. I even died for them. But what did they do? They banish me out. So, sorta useless, neh?"
Kanda shook with rage. "Shut up!!" He screamed, "Shut up, you fucking little bitch!!"
"Hm, strong words much, right?" Allen asked, laughing. "Your face is so funny."
Kanda rammed into Allen, slamming him into the wall. "You're still a Moyashi in my eyes. Get up, Baka."
Allen wiped away the blood on his face. He grinned savagely. "First rule about Noah: Upset one, you upset all. Upset the weakest one, you upset the strongest. Now, here's a question. What is my Noah name?"
"Severity." Kanda snapped. "I don't have games to play with a child."
"Child, you say? What does that make you?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow. Crown Clown flared to life, and the pentagram on Allen's forehead twisted into a skull, and crosses outlined his forehead. "My skin doesn't get dark," Allen drawled, "Unless, you want it to?" the gray skin crept across his skin, turning his hair white like a ghost.
"Stop it!" Kanda exclaimed, traumatized.
"Hm, it seems your backup has come." Allen said, squinting. "Fifteen new Exorcists, and you've still not reached the General Rank? How shameful."
Kanda attempted to ram into Allen again, but something stopped him.
Allen jumped into the air, shouting, "The show has arrived, the stars have appeared, and now, the heroes are here!" he said, and a multitude of dolls appeared in his arms.
He threw them up in the air, and they became the Noah Family.
"I must say," The Earl said, patting Allen's head thoughtfully, "You did a wonderful job, Melody."
Allen smiled serenely. "What was that about me not being able to do things on my own?"
"I was wrong," the Earl replied, "I guess some Noahs can do things on their own."
Allen stepped forward, into midair.
"My name is Allen Walker, and I'll be performing for you tonight."
The Transfusions crowed happily, shouts of angry men filled the night.
"These are my pretties," Allen said, informing the still Exorcists. "But, I guess I should tell you my story first?"
"I served the Order loyally, like any other Exorcist. I guess Leverrier is still alive?" Allen looked at Lulubell, who nodded, "He's alive and kicking."
"Well, our star has just arrived." Allen said, happily amused. "Lets see, after that, I was banished, since Mister 'High Inspector' thought I was a threat. Boy, he was wrong. And, after that I began my own projects, these Transfusions. A work of art, if I must say. Have you met Leran? He's my pet sparrow. Smart boy, he is."
Kanda was getting ticked off, on how he was raving about his life.
"Enjoy the Show, Exorcists. It'll be your last. Oh, wait," he said, thinking to himself. "Each member of our show will have a part. Our show shall be 14 days long, so, just try to stay alive until the end, right?
"Oh, and Kanda?" He looked towards the Japanese man.
"What, Moyashi?" he barked, annoyed.
"I've always loved you." Allen said, quietly, "I'll spare your life. Consider this a 'debt repaid' We, the Noah family, will not attack you, no matter what you're doing. That's why my Transfusions didn't attack you. Now," He turned towards everyone else. "The show begins!"
The Transfusions jumped up into the air, and the Noahs' eyes gloated with pleasure as the bloodshed began.
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I bet you're all pissed off at me.
I swear I'll get, "WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!? OMG YOU GOTTA MAKE A SEQUAL!"
Here's my reply: If i have enough time, enough reviews on my other stories, and whether I'll get em done or not, I'll make it a fanfic.
Please review. Thanks, and I'm off to sleep. Night, everyone. Luv you all.