Wassup.

I've mostly decided on ending now. This chapter gives hints at Allens end. :(

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Kanda was angry.

He'd never known anger like this. Never felt this boiling blood running through his veins, burning through him and igniting his soul. Never felt so much hatred that his mind couldn't be deterred by anything else.

Because Kanda Yuu was angry.

He didn't look any different to the people around him. Just his usual bored and cold - not cold, according to the brat?- self. He didn't look like anything had changed inside him.

It didn't look like he'd flipped the switch inside himself.

But he felt it running through him, and he imagined to to be like spurts of fire running through his body through his veins. Lighting up his blood, visible through his skin. Burning so bright it could blind with his red-hot hatred.

Because he wasn't the type to be absorbed into red hot fury. It wasn't like the little spits he had with Moyashi. This was serious and harsh rage. The ting was, he didn't lash out when his anger was so extreme. But, instead...he simmered in it.

And he knew from experience that that was so much more dangerous.

He couldn't wait to get his hands around Tyki's throat. Couldn't wait to get up close and personal as he watched him die, Mugen discarded to the side in favour of feeling the death claim Tyki.

People always said when you killed with your own hands it effected you much more. That you could feel the exact moment they died. Could feel their life slip through your fingers. Watch the life fade from them and feel their heartbeat stop beneath your own palms.

...Kanda couldn't wait.

Because the bastard would pay. Not only did he take Allen from right beneath them. He used Allen's trust for Kanda as his leverage. He'd used Allen's trust, used it and abused it. Took advantage of it, made the pure bond so tainted.

And Kanda hated him for it.

Because that bond was his. Yes, Allen was an annoying little shit. But they had a bond, a bond that was between only them. If wasn't for anyone else. Wasn't to be seen or touched. Kanda was possessive of the thing he had. And it was his.

It was a sore spot. It was his, but it was also a weakness. He knew weaknesses when he saw them, but he couldn't make himself let go. And he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he abandoned Allen to the darkness when he was dying just the same.

And it hurt too. Hurt that Allen had fallen so far. Fallen so fast.

Because Kanda was supposed to go first. It was only fair. Only chronological. He'd been dying first, so he should be the first the die. Should be dying quicker than a boy that had only just been exposed to the prospect of his death.

And when Kanda found out, he'd been pretty darn okay with it. He was going to die, so what did it matter if Allen was a bit like him? What did it matter if he was dying too? Because Kanda knew death, had known it for so long. It hadn't seemed so severe.

But now it hurt. Because Allen was going to die before him.

And he was going to have to see it.

Nobody else could really pinpoint Allen's illness, but Kanda knew. He knew Allen was going to die soon, as in very soon. Kanda didn't want to see it. He'd already seen Allen fall so far.

He didn't want to watch more than anything. But, he guessed he owed it to Allen. He'd been his slightly abrasive companion since the beginning. It was only fair to be with him to watch him go. To be there to bring his body home.

Except he knew Allen wasn't simply going to fade away. Wasn't going to float off into the stars. No. His death was going to be painful, slow and horrific. He knew that much.

He just didn't know how soul-destroying it was going to be. Because it was.

It really, really was.

Allen cried.

It had been a long time since he cried. But Tyki had broken him. Had broken his shell so now everything seemed so horrible. Seemed so real and so bad. And it probably was, even without his sudden lack of a barrier or self control.

But he cried. He sobbed because it hurt. Because everything hurt. His mind, his body, and his soul. His skin felt so tight around him. Too tight with two souls fighting for dominance. But it also felt too loose. Loose like he didn't belong in it.

Everything was on both sides of the spectrum. He was so many things at once that it hurt. He wasn't made for this. Humans, exorcists...nobody was made for this. It shouldn't be forced upon the human body and soul.

Because Allen had never felt more human. Not even before, not even when Tyki was grinning at him from over Kanda's shoulder. He'd felt so useless then.

Double that by a hundred, add in fear and the near approaching death as well as the noah and innocence competing inside him...and you got Allen.

He was so stretched but he'd never felt smaller. So aware but never more tired. So pumped full with adrenaline but with nowhere to run.

Everything was on either side of the extreme. On both sides of one scale. And everything was out of whack. Everything was so different from what he'd known. What his life had been built upon. Where his foundations of life had lain.

But he guessed it only made since that it felt like his world was ending.

Because it was. It was for him. He was dying. Faster than Usain Bolt, but as slow as a snail. Everything all at once. But at least he knew with some solidarity that he was not coming to life. He knew he was dying. That was the only soild thing in this downwards spiral of a life. But he wasn't spirlallig down anymore. It was at rock bottom.

But rock bottom wasn't as firm as you would think. It wasn't firm. Unbreakable, yes. But it wasn't firm. It was more like falling into the middle of a spiders web at the bottom of a pit. And as soon as you land you know your not getting out of this. You struggle, yes. Because you hoped that your not there, that you're not at the end.

But you are.

You are stuck and so undeniably finished. But the web shook occasionally, giving pure and beautiful hope to something once lost. But it's only the spider moving closer. Only death closing in.

Coming to claim you at the very bottom.

People would say that 'there's nowhere but up!' When you talk about rock bottom. But when you look up at the long and deep abyss you just fell through. There is no hope of escaping.

And Allen knew he's not escaping. And that was terrifying in itself. But he also had a struggle inside him as well. It wasn't just him and the spider. It was him and the spider, as well as the battle inside. Both sides still didn't affect the fact that the spider was still coming for him. That death was still going to reach him. But he felt like, upon that web, his body was trying to split in two.

And of both of the sides battling inside him, neither was himself. He was simply on the sidelines, looking down at himself as his body was torn in two. Watching as the grotesque gorge split open in the middle of his chest, running down his body. Opening like a ridge in a earthquake.

And he only watched. Because there was nothing he could do. Tyki had broken him. He couldn't choose a side. He didn't have enough will to fight, enough strength. Didn't have anything to fight with.

But it was the Innocence verse Neah. They'd lived in co-existence before because he'd been their buffer. He'd been between them, keeping them apart with sheer willpower. But now he was gone. The will he'd had set from between them was reduced to nothing.

And now there was a war inside.

Because he may have two souls inside his body. But he had three forces contained within him. And that wasn't even counting his consciousness and his divided will to fight for both humans and Akuma.

He was royally screwed. And not in the good way.

His body, soul and mind was being torn apart from the inside and he had a death spider on the edge of its web, closing in. He was being ripped from side to side, one extreme to the other so quickly that he felt both at once. Both sides having control over something that was made to have neither.

But, at least he knew, no matter what happened...Soon enough he was going to be obvious to it all. Because he would be gone...He just hoped his many regrets didn't follow him into the After.

Because, then there would be no escape

Good? Not good?

I'm really sad that this story is ending. I think I just might have to write a epilogue. After the initial death, of course. But keep the ideas flowin :)

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SephrinaRose