Author's note: Sorry for the late update, I've been really busy!
Yeah…To those who've read A Reversed Monochrome Tale…Well…I…
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I'm planning on re-doing it anyway…Uh, sorry. I laid off typing stories because of my grief and despair at doing such an act.
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Sitting down on the dark bed, he let out a sigh. He brought one knee to his chest and lay his head there. He closed his eyes and pondered.
'What would've happened I never offered to hold Neah's memories?'
He shook his head. He liked his life the way it is right now. Allen kept thinking and thinking.
"INNOCENCE ACTIVATE!"
White gushed out and formed a protective cape around the host. The silver mask was in place, the broadsword had been taken out.
He bolted to a level 4 akuma and swung with a ton of force. It's giggles halted as it moved to dodge the incoming attack, it made it away but still had to sacrifice an arm.
The level 4 growled as it flew towards the lone figure with dark matter.
The purple ball flew towards Allen, who has a red-brown type hair, with frightening speed. An explosion erupted and dust covered the sight.
The mutated 'angel' begun to laugh in triumph. But in a flash of light, it was cut in half and the clown was behind,
"May your soul rest in peace."
Before the explosion took off. Allen landed swiftly to the ground, sustaining no inch of injuries whatsoever.
He looked to the sky to see thousands of akuma forming around him, all scared but all determined. They rushed towards him like a never ending fleet. All their powers acquired from dark matter shooting off to him.
Despite the incoming attacks repeatedly getting thrown at him, he dodged and ducked. Destroying Akuma by Akuma.
Wounds etched their way onto his body, but he paid no heed to the pain. He was going to make it out there alive.
That's what he told his brother, Neah.
He was going to live for his brothers, he was going live for another day.
He was going to 'Keep Walking Forward'.
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Allen's pants came uncontrollably. He was exhausted but he needed to keep moving in order to help Neah.
"Go help Neah, brat!" The sound of a gruff voice brought him out of his exhausted state. More akuma flew down but they were shot as soon as they got close as to 3 meters.
"I'll handle this." The man said. His messy red-flaming hair slightly lifted up as he summoned the grave of Maria.
"Took you long enough, Marian." The clown grinned. He heard a scoff, but that was all before he left to go and find Neah.
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Another pain-filled regret coursed through him as he begun to recall most of his memories.
"Neah? Where the hell are you?!"
Remembering the sparks that flared like fireworks over the hill. He could hear the yells of anger echoing throughout the battlefield.
He saw Neah fending off all the 13 other Noah by himself. He deflected a dark matter spark and it zipped towards Allen. It had almost hit Allen, but he was lucky enough that it cut straight though a single strand of brown locks.
Just by that one moment did he remember how powerful the Noah were. The sheer feeling of the matter next to him had almost made him cower in fear. He shook his head to clear his mind and yet again, he activated his Innocence.
He used Crown Belt to propel himself from the hill and into the air. Falling down with speed and silence, like a hawk or an eagle diving in for the kill.
He grabbed his left wrist and pulled, summoning a broadsword, which colour's were inverted compared to the Millennium's.
He targeted the 13th Noah, Maitora. When he reached him from above in a 2 meter radius the Noah of Ability looked up in shock but then quickly scowled, recognising the figure in clad white.
"God's Clown."
"How long…"
"I prefer not being called that…"
"are you…"
"I am no one's clown…Let alone God's."
"Going to ponder about the past?"
Purple tinted blood oozed and stained the snow white ground. The mighty broadsword tainted with the dark.
He turned around to face Neah who was at his side. He turned, and now they were back to back. Both surrounded by furious, betrayed looking Noah.
"Marian's on his way to Mana nii-san." Allen informed. Neah only nodded, he was hoping they'd all be safe. As much as he hated to think about it, he knew one of them was going down. He honestly hoped it was him. He didn't want the others to die in this battle, his battle…
"It isn't just your battle. It's ours."
"You're right. I should really stop…" Allen said with a small sad smile.
Was it alright to stay with the Noah? Even after 5 years of living with them, he still did not feel worthy of being there. He wasn't sure if they'd let him stay and love him like they do now, if they found out he was one of the people who killed their family.
He felt alone…again.
"You are not alone Allen. You've got everyone, they won't kill you…" Neah assured, although he sounded quite uncertain himself. But he said it as firm as he could, this was one of the only ways he could support his younger sibling.
Allen nodded. He got off the bed and headed to the Musician's secret room. When he arrived he sat on the white piano bench and began to play music that fit with his feelings.
(if you really want to know, type in you tube: Tehishter Hirugashi Dear You)
The melody started slow and sad. It kept going louder, and lower notes complemented the higher. They became faster before slowly flowing down to a soft and quiet rhythm.
As the melody finished he got up and left. The sun lit the Ark up and he walked down the white streets.
A familiar scent of tobacco reached his nose and he looked up to see Tyki.
"What's wrong Shounen? You look lost." The older started. Allen shook his head in disagreement but a hand cupped his cheek. A thumb wiped something wet on his cheek, just under his left eye.
Eyes widened in shock. He didn't even realise he was crying. Was he crying the entire time?
"If you're afraid we'd abandon you…don't be. We would never. We've been together for 5 years, haven't we? It'd be heart-breaking if you were to go." Tyki comforted as he embraced the younger.
Allen was crying at those words. It had been awhile since he's heard words like that. The tears were for the past, the horrors and pain he'd been put through in the Order, the present and perhaps…the future…?
What would become of it was unexpected as time flew and swirled. As it swam in every direction, in ways that could never be seen all at the same time.
Maybe just this one time…He'd cry. He'll finally let those bottled up feelings go. Then maybe, he'd have a brighter day?
"I love you Tyki…" Allen said with a sob. The Portuguese smiled. He knew that Allen was the one in the past. The one who'd aided the 14th. But, there was no hate for him, and he honestly thinks that the rest of the Noah are feeling the same.
"Love you too, Shounen."
Author's note: Just a little of Allen's past. Thanks for all the reviews, favourites and follows! You literally spammed my email! XD Thank you and look forward for the next chapter!
Tell me what you think of the flashback! (don't kill me if it sucked…)
Also, next chapter, more fun for Allen and maybe more Poker Pair ;) I know you want it lol! XD jks.
But yeah. Long author's note, but Shmuuuuerr…
Friday the 13th MWAHAHAHHAHAHA!