Allen spent his years happily with his uncle, all the way into his young adult years. He even became a pianist, and a real good one at that. One day when coming home from a practice at work, Allen came home to a surprisingly quiet home.

"Neah?" Allen tensed up. Where was his uncle? Could after all these years those crazy men found them again? But as Allen's thoughts turned to the darker side of things Timcanpy flew over.

"Piano." The golden bird tweeted as he landed on Allen's shoulder.

"What about the Piano Tim?" Allen rubbed the bird under the chin.

"Piano!" Tim chirped louder and then flew off into a different room. Allen shook his head and chuckled as he went to follow the bird. Timcanpy was waiting for Allen on the piano. On the piano was a piece of sheet music. Walking closer Allen realized it was sheet music of the song that Mana had taught him.

"Why is this here?" Allen asked the bird and grabbed the sheet. Timcanpy replied by tapping his beak against the sheet. Allen raised a brow and turned the sheet over. On the back was a note.

"Don't come looking for me.

-Love, Uncle Neah"

Allen frowned; what was his uncle up too? Timcanpy then tweeted, catching Allen's attention once again. The little bird then hopped down onto the piano keys.

"Do you want me to play this song?" Allen asked the bird. Timcanpy chirped and flapped his wings. Allen shrugged his shoulders and took a seat. Timcanpy jumped up onto his shoulder, awaiting his owner to play. Allen sighed and set up the sheet music before bringing his hands to the piano keys. He then began to play the sad song before him. As he was playing Allen noticed that the keys felt strange under his finger tips. At first Allen thought it was because he never played on this piano often, but then he began to hear clicking within the room. When Timcanpy chose to fly off, Allen paused in his playing. Watching the bird he saw him fly to a hallway that he'd never seen before.

"What's this?" Allen muttered as he slowly followed his pet through the secret passageway. At the end of the hall was a huge room. What drew in Allen's attention the most was a clothed mannequin in the back of the room. The mannequin was adorned in a large white cape and a silver eye-mask. In a way it looked like a old clown outfit.

"This is beautiful." Allen gasped as he moved in to touch the cape.

"Allen!" Said man jumped and turned to Timcanpy; whom he had forgotten was also in the room. The bird was on a small perch and preening his feathers. There was yet another note, this one hanging from the perch.

"I hoped it wouldn't come to this. But if you're here, then Timcanpy couldn't keep his beak shut. This is a place that I kept secret, only Mana knew about this… I was a hired mercenary. Sometimes I did things that I shouldn't have. One of these things include being involved with a company known as Noah; a group of very bad people. These are the same people that went after you and Mana those years back. I'm sorry you got caught up in this mess. And knowing you, you might want to get a little revenge, right? If you do, well you see that outfit in the back? I made it for you; a vigilante needs a secret identity after all. There are plenty of weapons around the room for you to get aquatinted with and please read the paper stashed in the room as well. It's all the info on Noah that I could get my hands on. I know this is reckless, but I know you can do it. Be careful.

-Love, Your Crazy Uncle Neah; the14th Noah."

Allen slowly crumpled the paper in his hands.

"You're insane!" Allen growled.

"Allen!" Timcanpy chirped and cocked his head to the side. Allen sighed and turned back to the outfit.

"So this was made for me…" Allen hummed. Pulling back the cape Allen noticed that the left arm of the mannequin was wearing a long black glove; from elbow to fingertip. But then Allen noticed that at each the fingertips was a long knife; making the glove look like it had long claws. Allen then looked down at his own left hand, the red skin hidden by a white glove.

"You just think of everything don't you Neah?" Allen chuckled to himself. He then tried to look for the other weapons and the paperwork that Neah mentioned in his letter. They were easily located. A large sword, some daggers, and even a couple of different guns. Allen felt like he was in some kind of action movie. But nonetheless he found the paperwork and decided to go read them as he cooked himself some dinner. Allen read up on every trick of the trade that Neah left for him, and decided in the following weeks to practice with his arsenal of weapons and all in his crazy outfit. When Allen felt ready to put his skills to use, he looked through his information on the Noah to try and find a place to investigate for the night. Once he read up on a suitable place, which was frequently a hideout for drug deals, Allen went to the secret room to get ready. He walked right up to the outfit in back, which Allen deemed the 'Crowned Clown', and carefully removed it from the mannequin. First things first, Allen removed the brown-haired wig that he always wears and wipes the make-up off of his face so that his scar is visible. He then put his outfit over what he was already wearing; which was just a white button-up with a waistcoat and black pants. Allen went on to fluff up the back of his hair and finally put on the glove that came along with the outfit; it was a surprisingly good weapon.

"Take care of the house Timcanpy, I'll be back." Allen informed his pet before placing the silver mask over his eyes and slipping out his back door.

Allen ended up on a shipping pier, surrounded by metal shipping containers.

"How typical." Allen muttered to himself as he crept around the low-lighted pier.

"So you thought that you could sneak around here and not get caught." Allen squeaked and turned around. But there was no one there. So he looked to the tops of the containers, but there was still no one around.

"Some police man you are. Or are you going to tell me that you have backup." There was manic laughter just up ahead from where Allen stood. So he moved closer, and what he found was a slightly opened and lighted container with a bunch of men standing in a circle around one other guy tied to a chair.

"He ain't talking boss." One of the circle guys muttered to the man beside him.

"I guess he thinks that he's better than us. No worries though." The boss snorted as he stared at the tied up man. Allen slowly wandered through the shadows until was close behind one of the circling men. Before making his move Allen glanced over to the man that was tied up. The man looked to be Asian and had long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail. Something about him seemed familiar to Allen, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

"You Akuma are worthless dirtbags. And you will be stopped." The police officer suddenly spoke up, a heavy scowl on his face. Allen flexed his clawed hand. So all of these guys were just Akuma; the Noah's lackeys. A smile made it's way to Allen's face.

"This should be easy." He whispered to himself.

"You say something boss?" Allen tensed up, he didn't think he was that loud.

"No." The boss began to scan the area, but before he got to Allen, the man that Allen was standing behind got Allen's claws across his throat.

"Jerry!" The boss shouted and glared at Allen. But all Allen did was grin and seemed to disappear. In a flash of white, all the surrounding men fell to the floor, dead.

"What are you doing?" The police man hissed from his seat and started to struggle against his bindings. But already Allen was standing in front of the boss.

"You!" The boss gasped as he pointed to the scar on Allen's face.

"Tell the Noah that the Crowned Clown is coming for them." Allen instructed as he held up a claw to the man's throat. The boss fell back onto his rear before scrambling to get back up and run away.

"I needed these men alive damn it!" The police man shouted.

"Oh well." Allen muttered as he turned to face the bound man. In a snap, Allen sliced threw the ropes and turned his back to the officer.

"You won't get away with this, murderer." The police officer grunted. Allen just turned his head and gave the man a smile before slipping away.

"What did that beanpole call himself, 'Crowned Clown'? Tsk." The police man had a long way back to headquarters, and this wasn't a report he was going to be happy writing about…

A/N: So the guy named Jerry is total random! That just happened to be the first name that popped into my head. Sorry to those that thought it was the chef...