this one. is. a. little. horribly. written. I haven't written fight scenes reaaaalllly so sorry if it's horrid. i do not own anything i may have mentioned in this chapter (includes song lyrics, and such) it's a song fic.

Song fic: Surrender the Throne
"Can you hear the sirens?
We're coming for your crown"

Alwin was a country without freedom. Ruled by a group of "elite" people called the Noah, their leader was known by many names. The Millennium Earl. The Mad King. This man destroyed everything Allen had held dear, his family, his lover, his will. Allen was determined to get it back, he would kill anyone standing in his way without hesitation, so that's why he joined the rebellion, The Black Order. He trained and honed his skills so he could torture and kill The Mad King, and he was raised by assassins, he was ready for a war. Allen Walker was the destroyer of oligarchy, the face of a rebellion. "Kanda, is everything ready?" Allen asked, walking into the man's office with a friendly smile. Kanda was his best friend, likely his only friend left.

After King Tiedoll died and the Earl came to power the Kingdom changed for worse. The Noah ravaged the streets and killed anyone out past a strict curfew, and you could hear the screams of their victims as the tore them in half with their magical powers. Every Noah had special powers granted by the Earl, and at first they seemed invincible, until people began to realize that they too had powers and they called them innocence. Allen was one of the few that had powers, and he discovered his after his father was killed right before his eyes. "Yes baka moyashi, everything's perfect." Kanda mumbled, leaning back in his chair with a wicked smirk. Kanda's power was illusion, he could make you see something that wasn't actually there. He also wielded a katakana.

Allen was different, he had his arm. He could transform his arm into a huge sword. He smiled, the Earl didn't know, but the rebellion was coming for his crown.

"There's fire on the horizon
Your walls are crashing down
We came to break the silence
We're knocking at your door
Cause for every broken promise
Is a desperate cry for war"

Allen had his innocence activated, and his arm was in it's black claw form. His white cloak hung on his back as he stood on the platform looking at the other members of the rebellion. "Tonight, we are the fire. Tonight we will be free of this oligarchy, and eternal silence we were forced into. Their precious empire will burn!" Allen announced, and the crowd cheered. "We're coming for their crown!" The crowd went absolutely wild with screams, and shouts. They were fighting for all the people that they had lost, and for the freedom they never had. Tonight was the night were Alwin would be free and restored to it's former glory. This was the final war cry for freedom and equality, even if it meant chopping off a few heads. The revolution was just beginning, and this night would go down in history as the day where The Mad King was killed.

He raised his hand for silence, and the warehouse became completely silent. "Prepare." He told them, and they scattered to their positions and began to arm themselves to the teeth. Allen turned to Kanda and clasped his shoulder, "You will rule over Alwin, just as your father Tiedoll commanded." Allen told him, with a small smile.

"Will you be my adviser?" Kanda said quietly, "Rule beside me, Allen Walker. I can't do it alone." Allen was speechless, he had not expected this from his friend, his comrade. Allen didn't even expect to survive this whole revolution, he had planned to die a heroic death like his brothers in arms. "O-of course I will!" Allen replied. He pressed his lips into a thin line, he had to make sure Kanda lived long enough to even be King, and now he had to keep himself alive. He wanted to live out the rest of his pitiful life with his King, a man whom he loved. Kanda nodded, and went to grab his sword.

"Surrender the throne
Surrender the throne"

Allen marched with his army at his side, it was the dead of night as they neared the palace walls. His fellow assassins had already taken care of the guards stationed outside by the time his massive army made it. "Throw the torches into the windows on the upper levels. We want them to have no place to run." Kanda told a group of men.

"Surrender the throne
Surrender the throne"

The castle was burning. The guards were dying. The castle doors opened as if to welcome defeat. Allen was the first to enter, the Throne was a few feet in front of him, and The Earl himself sat in it. The Noah were nowhere to be seen, maybe they had died in the flames, Allen hoped so. Allen's army swarmed the building. The Earl smiled wickedly and drew his sword, and rushed for Allen. He dodged, and transformed his arm into his massive sword and swung for the man's head. Before the blade even touched The Earl's skin he was gone. The man had disappeared. Allen looked around frantically, where had he gone? Now his men were screaming in agony.

"Surrender the throne
Surrender the throne"

The Noah were unfortunately not dead. His men were holding their own pretty well though, except for the occasional dismembered body that would land at his feet as he fought. He was currently engaged in battle with Tyki, a man who could pass through anything but Allen's sword. Tyki tripped over a dead body, a man whom Allen recognized to be one of his men. Allen took his chance, Tyki was laying on his back, fully vulnerable. He swung his sword in an arc and the dark haired man's head was cut clean off. His golden eyes were devoid of life, and Allen trudged on through the blood.

"A picture perfect hero
But you're no god to me"

The Earl was behind him, he had his sword ready to strike the rebellion down. "Moyashi, look out!" Kanda yelled over the sounds of battle. Allen whipped around just in time to block the Earls attack, he parried the sword away from him and jumped high in the air, twisting mid-air and throwing his sword like a spear down on the Earl. The Earl was no god, he wouldn't be able to dodge this, but he did. As Allen fell he saw the chubby man jump to the right, narrowly avoiding his blade. Allen landed nimbly and the hilt of the blade, and ran for the King, yanking the sword out of the ground. The Earl attacked, and Allen parried again. Hit, dodge, hit, dodge. It was like a dance between the two, neither one landing a single blow.

They lunged for each other, both striking. Everything was muted for Allen except for the sound of metal cutting through skin. He didn't know if he'd killed the Earl, or if the Earl killed him. For a terrifying second he thought he'd been decapitated, but the Earl's head landed at his feet and he stared at it in triumph. He grabbed the Kings head and walked to the Throne. He held it high for everyone to see, and he shouted, "The King's Dead!"

"Throne"

When Kanda had mentioned becoming adviser, Allen had accepted. Now, standing in their castle with the Earls dead body currently being buried with the rest of the Noah, he wanted to tell Kanda he wanted to be more than just an adviser to stand by the throne. He stared at the raven haired king, and closed the distance between them. He grabbed the older man's shirt with both of his hands and kissed him with all the passion he had thought he lost.

I did enjoy writing this one! the next one is "may i have this dance?" EXTREME FLUFF IS COMING YOUR WAY!