Meant to publish this chapter at the same time as the last one, because both are rather short, oh well, you can have it now. If you can't tell I am just posting the next chapter of this story whenever I feel like or remember, it is rather short and most of it is pre-written, just not quite all.

Warning: allusions to non-con involving children, not stated explicitly but fairly well insinuated, proceed with caution

Extra 2: Allen reincarnated

Allen knew he would die, and he knew he would take the Earl with him. The only hope he had as the world went black was that Kanda would be alright, that even if he died that the end of the war would also end the Black Order's experiments.

He woke to light and screaming and someone dropping him. He was struck with the feeling of Déjà Vu.

Rebirth, was his last coherent thought before the collision with the ground, good thing I'm not as fragile as I look, or is normal.

For the boy who lived on the streets life was a blur, he had no wish to have clear memories of this time. But something was wrong, he had been walking well before he should have, and his ability to pick locks was something that only came with practice, practice he didn't remember having.

He was scared; too many memories were too clear, clearer than they should be. People are not meant to remember being born, not meant to remember being dropped. That drop must have done something, because he had too many un-explained thoughts, including a nagging feeling that he was missing something. But for an unnamed kid on the streets dwelling on these thoughts would get you killed.

It hurt, god it all hurt, absolutely everything.

Some men had found him, seen his scar, his arm, his hair. They couldn't decide if he was an angel or demon, they must have decided demon cause no one would do that to an angel. The beating was bad enough, he didn't want to know how many bones had broken after they were through with him, but what came after disgusted him.

He wished he could say it was a first.

In the haze of pain and cold he dragged himself out of the alley-way, hoping someone would help, but no one ever did. Before his eyes closed he was greeted with families and lights that for some reason made his chest hurt, though it was the only place he wasn't injured. He had no idea why, like so many things, just one more unexplained event to add to the list.

He felt glad when slowly his body became numb, no more cold and no more pain. Somewhere in his mind a voice was screaming that this was bad, that he was dying, but the rest of him was just glad the pain was finally fading.

In his haze he heard footsteps, but he didn't know how far away they were. The shuffling got closer, and then it stopped.

He felt something warm on his neck, something so warm, compared to his own body temperature, it almost seemed to burn, and for some reason he welcomed it.

'Moyashi?' beansprout he thought, though he didn't know why, he had never heard the word before. But he was more concerned with the voice, that voice felt so familiar, like something reaching out to cradle him, but he didn't remember hearing it before.

'Hey, Allen!' the loud noise caused him to stir, but more than that the images that were swirling through his head, unlocked from whatever prison had held them. Allen, that name was his, that was his name. Pictures of friends and someone else, someone more important, flooded his brain.

Finally he forced his eyes open to see a boy crouching in front of him. He was greeted by dark eyes and hair set in a face younger than he remembered, so familiar yet so foreign. A name swirled around in the confusion that was his half frozen mind.

'Yuu?' his voice was soft and his throat sore, having not been used for anything other than screaming for far too long. 'K-Kanda?' he had no strength for anything loud, and it could only be a question. He needed to know if he was hallucinating (was that the word? He didn't know) or by some miracle the images in his head and the one before him where real.

The boy froze, his eyes wide. Hastily he undid his jacket and reached for him, before carefully pulling his numb body into the burning heat that was another living person. Gently he held him, arms around his head and back to keep him in place.

'It'll be okay,' the words range in his head but he didn't recognise the language the boy was speaking, or thought he didn't, he wasn't sure anymore. 'I'll make sure you're safe, I won't let this happen again, I won't let this time be the same. I promise.' The words were the last thing he knew before he started to slip away, the comfort they brought was something he hadn't known in this life.

Once in the darkness he realised he had no way of knowing which 'time' the boy, no, Kanda, was referring to. Whether he meant the last few years of this life or the first few his previous one.