Hi, my sweet very dear followers! I cannot stop writing. This fic is really lame, but it so full of me, that I can't stop writing it. I'd like to take this Pleasure in writing some more personal texts, with characters of mine, but… That's all I can do. I'm enthusiastic, 'cause there's some simple things I'm really proud of, in this fic, (and big things I'm not proud of - notably its really stupid "plot", and the fact that Allen doesn't know Cross). Anyway. I want to make you thrill.

Chapter 5. Christian compassion made him thrill

Bang. Bang. Bang. – Nothing more

There were bandages on the ground. His Innocence was spread like a wide destroyed wing. He was bending over the ground, eyes wide opened - "Brat…". There he was, in distress. He could see shadows moving around him. Then his hand went moving by itself –again- he wouldn't let that happen again! - and fell on one of these… things?
"NO !" he cried, struggling.
His head was now raised, his teeth were bare now, and he was wrestling with himself. He wouldn't let that happen again… Bitter tears were crossing out his face –"Shonen…". A dark butterfly settled at his knees.
THERE was an explosion / something crashed in his sides –
"Ha…"
His breath whooshed out of him; he collapsed on the ground, on his back. Some blood trickled down his lips. Looking at the blurred sky he heard:
"Judgment."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
- Nothing more.

He sheathed his gun | and he turned to the boy who was laying on the ground, eyes still opened. His lips were slightly parting. Short of breath. Tears and blood were trickling down his face. His wounded arm rested on his stomach. The boy was trembling hard.
He looked at the boy. Impassive. He took a long drag on his cigarette. Cross Marian. His red hair's flowing, his long coat's flowing behind him. Strong and placid ͡
The sound of flutters of wing made him frown. "Exorcisto…" He looked up at the figure that was standing in front of him. Tyki Mikk.
Tyki had put back on his black jacket, and was surrounded by a slanted ring of golems.
"I said he wouldn't be hurt".
Cross breathed out a puff of smoke.
"Ah. - I didn't make Akumas, did I?"
"… Mpf."
Tyki squatted down at the boy's sides, looking at his silver, and big, flickering, eyes, with his bronze and thin ones. He smiled sweetly and with his forefinger touched his face.
"Calm down… Shō-nen ͜ ͝ "

Two steps more and a tear – and seven steps in all.

The Earl. Akumas. So that's it. Innocence. Symbiotic.
What the hell was that, again?
How strange, Innocence…
He woke up in the night. He laid in the same creamy bed, under the same fur blanket, that didn't feel so soft or warm anymore. His torso was bandaged, his stomach quite painful. His eyes had been closed for a long time; and the curtains. Now it was dark, but there were some candles burning on a pedestal table, in a corner of the room, that smelled just like.. that guy. Aw… He sat up as he could, letting escape a groan. He was cold, was shaking, and in pain, he needed... I don't know. He managed to get up… He was wearing his black trousers, and bandages, up. He tried to go forward; nowhere. Gritting his teeth confused unsteady on his legs he got out of the room he felt - numb he's roaming, staggering in the hallways I don't know… He's going, staggering, hoping there is someone. Hoping something, at least.
Something: Tim. A kind of golden ball, with wings, passed him –came back. In front of him. "Ha…?" The little flying thing remains there a moment looking up, and down, and left and right and left. "Eh..?" he said cringing. Three flutters and it came closer, cautiously, observed him, kind of scenting him. And closer then, it opened a big mouth as if it was yawning, satisfied. "Soka ]". He petted it, cautiously, and the ball quivered with pleasure. Finally it found itself to fly in Allen's hair, tickling his neck with his wings, making the boy smile and sweetly yuck. He relaxed a little -though his smile turned into a wince, since his laugh brought back the pain in his stomach. The little winged being moved away from him, feeling the boy's grief. And it went to fly, back from where it came. "Wait…!"
He took a step – felt weak. And another – again ; as the golden golem was waiting for him. Two steps more and a tear – and seven steps in all. And they finally came to a half opened door. The golem didn't go any further. Now he was just waiting. Allen remained here an instant, leaning an arm against the wall, a hand on his stomach. He then raised his head to the flying golem, and despite his ache he showed a bright, sweetly smiling face:
"„ Arigato gozaimasu „‟ .
And Timcampy left again.

All was black and grey, deep black, dark/light greys

Allen remained here an instant, leaning an arm against the wall, a hand on his stomach. He should enter, shouldn't stay here, needed someone – something, at least. He pushed the door, came in. He glanced around the room; there was no one inside. But it smelled like… -"Tyki"- that guy. Stronger. Five - six steps again, he felt weak and he fell; his legs couldn't sustain him anymore. He fell down on his knees besides a bed, at his footboard, a hand clenching the black drapes that were flowing from the bed, a palm ◌ on his stomach. He tried to get off the ground, but it was no use; he would just wait and see.
All was black and grey, deep black, dark/light greys. He was sitting at the bottom of a wide and tall bed, covered with black satin linens that were running down the mattress such as water. It was topped by a dark headboard, at the top of which was engraved a shiny line of seven croSses. All was black and grey, deep black, dark/light greys. A tall mirror, vaguely keyhole-shaped, was fixed upon a wall, and it was repeated by another mirror, a smaller one, vaguely keyhole-shaped, that was topping a chest of drawers.
All over the room warm candles were burning. He was alone at the center of this vast room.
His hand slipped down, the silky sheet came down.
"Ha, shōnen?"
Allen jolted. The man had walked through the wall. He stopped in front of the boy who was clenching the sheet.
"Tyki…"
He looked exhausted, sad, but had those wide bright eyes of his. How strange, Innocence… Tyki crouched down next to him, and laid a palm on his cheek. He slowly came closer, getting intoxicated with the boy's smell. The latter was breathing deeply; he was looking him in the eyes, calling him – he was completely disarming. His lips parted slightly.
"I… woke up and I was alone… …"
The man gently nuzzled in the boy's face, caressing his cheek with his nose, up until their lips met – they kissed ̶ like a dance of lips, contracting against each other. Allen opened his mouth, Sweetness…. - calling him. He found again the boy's taste, wanted to drink him all. They kissed – deeply, making love with their tongues. Still melting in his mouth, Tyki slowly sat back, leaning against the bed, taking the boy with him, and the black silky sheet. He slipped his arms with care around his waist to pull him closer against his chest, between his legs. And boy moaned with -?
"Tyki... I.."
He was listening to him.
"My arm.. Yesterday…"
"I know, shōnen" he murmured to his lips.
The man stroked his back gently.
"I can hear you howling inside. You're baying at the moon… Na, you didn't kill this guy, you didn't kill a dead. Well, you cannot kill the dead, you know? …"
"Hai…"
"You saved his soul, boy"
"They were in so much pain" he said, close to tears.
Christian compassion; it made Tyki thrill hard. Shōnen shōnen shōnen.. He petted his hair.
"A long time ago I did this…" he said with teary eyes.
"C'me on"
He hugged the boy tighter against him. Allen dumbly put his legs above Tyki's thighs, crossing them around his pelvis. Pain made him grit his teeth, but he needed so much to dive in the man's warmth… The man crossed his legs around him, too. He needed so much this. was taking short deep breathes of Tyki's smell. There he was – that's alright. …
Tyki laid a palm on his neck.
"Oï, kid, let it go".
Silence.
He let his head lay on the man's shoulder. He could smell his body odor – that's alright.
"Allen Wal-ker.."
And he burst into tears, Tyki embracing him tight.

All was black and grey, deep black, dark/light greys.

Well. A new chapter again. I fucking enjoyed writing this. And I hope you like it. Really. Really.

Update : I just wonder what do you think of this ? You see, I cannot really launch into real yaoi at the moment, and that's sad. I think that, since I started this sory, I just want to write, write, write, but I lack of self-confidence to get out the fanfiction-domain. I write, write, and I'm improving. I think about the rythm of each damn sentence, here. But that's not what you look for. I try to continue, but it's really really far from D. Gray Man now; it's like a blasphemy. FUCK!