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The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D.Gray-Man. And I hope it continues soon.
Chapter 5: Enigma
“What the hell is going on?!”
Voices…
“I… I really don’t know...”
Her voice…
“Calm down, Yuu! We can’t expect her to know what just happened!”
Another voice…
Then, an irritated growl.
“Well, maybe this stupid bean sprout knows what’s going on. Let’s wake him up.”
“Ah, Yuu-!”
“Kanda, don’t! He needs to rest!”
Allen chose that moment to speak.
“What are you arguing about?” he croaked, his voice hoarse from not having spoken for a long while.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright!?”
“Fine.”
He opened his grey eyes to receive the bright glare of the ceiling light.
“Wha-”
He caught sight of a familiar face-besides Lenalee.
The face from the figure in the shadows that he had fought.
His eyes widened.
There was a potential enemy amongst them.
It didn’t look like neither Lenalee nor the red-head seemed to realize this.
Allen jumped out of the bed, startling Lenalee.
Blood began to seep through his bandages; the wound on his shoulder had re-opened.
“You!”
The man raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were crazy.
“What?”
“You’re the guy I was fighting in the shadows!”
He waved an accusing finger at his former opponent.
“Lenalee this guy is dangerous! He attacked me when we were back at the tunnel-”
The world suddenly began to swirl around him suddenly.
Everything was spinning.
“Wh-”
And he blacked out again.
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Allen sat up for the second time that day.
Blinking to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness of the room, the snow-haired boy attempted to sit up.
“Ah, Allen-kun, don’t! You shouldn’t be moving!”
Lenalee had been seated in a chair beside the bed.
He cast her a stubborn look.
“Heck. I’m fine. Now where’s that bastard-”
He pulled the covers off and attempted to get off the bed in one quick motion.
A screaming pain ran up his left side and he fell froze with a gasp.
He gritted his teeth in an attempt to not scream.
Ignoring the I-told-you-so stares Lenalee sent him, he asked, “Where is he?”
“You mean Kanda?”
“Is that his name? He attacked me. Do you know him?”
“Yes, I do. And he didn’t attack you. We were looking for you and he got to you first. I think it was you who took it the wrong way.”
Lenalee watched as Allen scratched his bandaged head irritably.
“A-Ah! No offence though, Allen-kun.”
“I’m not worried about that…” the boy muttered.
“More like, where am I?”
He cast his gaze around the room, taking in his surroundings.
“You’re at a private hospital.”
Allen looked up at the red-head whom had just spoken.
“I’m Lavi. Nice to meet ya.”
He offered the white-haired boy a hand.
He gladly shook hands with his newfound friend and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
Then the door opened.
The one who’d assaulted Allen in the tunnel- from his point of view- stepped into the room and took one look at him before letting out a disgusted sigh.
“The bean sprout is awake, eh?”
“Uh… Yeah… I’m sorry about earlier. I think maybe I over-reacted. So, I apologize.”
“Che. Whatever.”
Allen chanced a glance at the raven-haired teen in the corner with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah, that’s Kanda Yuu. He doesn’t like people much,” Lavi explained.
There was a visible vein threatening to pop on Kanda’s head.
“How many times do you need me to say it for you to get it in that thick skull of yours?!”
There was suddenly a very sharp tip of something pointed threateningly at the Adam’s apple of the red-head.
“Stop it you two.”
Lenalee spoke this time.
She smacked both of the bickering teenagers with a clip board.
It seemed to have come from the side panel of Allen’s bed.
Kanda went to some secluded corner by himself as Lavi came to stand next to the bed once again.
Allen was unaffected by the development of the conversation between the three.
“How long was I out?”
Lenalee locked her fingers together.
“A-A couple of days…”
The boy groaned.
‘Now how am I going to repay master’s debts? I missed so many days of my job at the coffee house!”
Noticing her friend’s frustration, Lenalee decided to change the subject.
“A-Are you hungry, Allen-kun?”
The boy ran a hand through his hair.
“Not really.”
Truth be told, he was.
And his stomach decided to contradict his words entirely.
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“Ah, crap…”
“You are hungry! Allen-kun, if you tell us you’re not hungry when you are, you won’t get better quickly!”
“Yeah, moyashi. You’re still growing aren’t you? You need to eat so you can get taller!”
“Lavi!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
Lenalee shook her head.
“Nevermind.”
She turned back to Allen.
“I’ll go tell the doctors that you’re awake, and maybe get some food for you. Lavi, Kanda, watch him and make sure he doesn’t move too much.”
Smiling, Lavi waved the ebony-haired girl off.
He turned to face Allen.
And suddenly, his playful demeanour became serious.
“What were those things we were fighting in the tunnel?”
Allen gulped nervously at the intensity of the red-head’s stare.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Lena-chan said you told her it was something called an akuma, correct?”
The white-haired boy was confused.
He’d said that?
His eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
“I don’t know. I only remember up to the point where…”
Suddenly dizzy, memories of the time in the tunnel flashed in his head.
Him shoving the door open…
The train conductor transforming into this strange ugly monster…
Lenalee coming from behind…
Her voice…
Then, another monster…
One red eye, one grey eye…
A world of black and white…
The sudden taste of iron on his tongue…
A sticky red liquid on his face…
Lenalee’s gasp…
Blood on her face…
He was the monster…
Allen gripped his head as the memories continued to haunt him from the inside, throwing him into a fierce series of convulsions.
“Oi, Allen, Allen! Get a hold of yourself!”
There was shock evident in his friend’s voice, etched in along with it worry.
But he could not hear anything.
“Hey! Yuu, go get the doctor!”
The samurai left without a word.
Allen’s spasms continued as he thrashed about in the bed, the memories irking him.
Lavi caught sight of the red liquid streaming down the younger teen’s left cheek and was suddenly alarmed.
“Allen, Allen!”
He shook the fifteen-year-old’s shoulders forcefully.
But Allen continued to tremble in paroxysm.
“Hey, Allen, Allen!”
The red-head continued to shake the boy’s shoulders.
There was a clang of porcelain on the tiled floor from behind them.
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He was talking to it.
“Save me! Save me, please!”
They were pleading.
What is this…?
They were screaming. Their bloodied faces, charred with hatred.
They were so pitiful…
“Thank you… for freeing us…”
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“Allen-kun, shush, Allen-kun.”
A soft voice…
He opened his eyes.
The terrifying visions were gone.
And in place of the cold chill that had taunted him, there was warmth.
“L-Lenalee…?”
Immediately the warmth drew back and Allen regretted calling her name.
It was cold again.
“Allen-kun! Are you alright?!”
Lenalee was seated in front of him on his bed.
“Yeah, Moyashi. Gave us quite the scare ya know.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Lenalee sighed.
“I-I’m fine. Just…”
He was dizzy again.
The memories were calling him back into the darker corners of his mind.
He rubbed his head painfully.
“What happened?”
“You had a form of seizure. Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Just a bit dizzy.”
‘And cold…’
“And Lenalee had to hug you just for you to stop shaking! Wow! The charm of women.”
Lenalee’s cheeks reddened.
“LAVI!”
“What?”
Allen was too out-of-it to grasp the situation.
Cheeks still flushed lightly, the ebony-haired girl poured Allen a glass of water.
“Here, have some water.”
The white-haired boy had no idea how his friend had just read his mind; his throat felt like sandpaper.
With shaking hands, he reached out for the glass of water that was being handed to him.
Upon contact, the cold forced him to draw his hands back. The glass slipped through his fingers and fell, shattering.
“Ah… I’m so sorry…”
His right hand came up to cover his eyes and he gritted his teeth.
‘This is so embarrassing. I’m so weak.’
“It’s alright Allen-kun.”
Lenalee moved off the bed to pick up the pieces of broken glass.
“H-Hello…?”
The small voice had come from the doorway.
Everyone looked up.
‘So familiar…’
“Shouko-chan?”
“T-This is Allen-nii-chan’s room right?”
The white-haired boy still had his hand over half of his face.
‘Crap.’
He bit down harder.
“Ah, yes it is.”
“I-I brought back his violin…”
He couldn’t see what was happening, but he sure as hell knew he didn’t want to be seen bedridden and weak in front of the little girl.
“Ah, Onii-chan. Are you alright?” she asked, crawling onto the bed.
He finally took his hand off his face.
With a smile, he replied, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“I’m so happy Onii-chan is okay!” the little girl exclaimed. She beamed.
The smile he had plastered on was effectively masking his pain.
“How are you, Shouko-chan? Did you and your Mama get out safely?”
“Y-Yes! Mama got out safely with Shouko! Both of us are okay!”
Allen reached out and patted the girl’s head.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
The little girl was still beaming.
“It’s all thanks to Onii-chan and Lenalee-nee-chan!”
Her violet eyes were sparkling.
“Aw, Yuu, we were forgotten.”
The redhead feigned hurt.
Kanda simply put on an irritated expression.
“Stupid rabbit.”
This surprised Shouko and she ducked behind Allen’s shoulder.
Lenalee decided to address the little girl.
“Shouko-chan, these two Onii-chans helped us.”
“O-Oh…”
Face half hidden behind Allen’s left shoulder, she stuttered, “T-Thank you, onii-chans.”
Lavi laughed.
“Now, that’s more like it.”
“Lavi!”
“What?”
Shouko completely ignored the other conversation within the room and instead questioned Allen, a worried frown plaguing her expression.
“Allen-nii-chan, are you okay? You have a lot of bandages on you…”
He smiled in the most reassuring way possible, giving the girl a thumbs-up.
“Ah, I’m fine, don’t worry. They’re just little scratches.”
Shouko blinked.
“Ohh…That’s good. But it’d be better if Onii-chan was totally un-scratched or anything!”
With a pout, she leaned on his shoulder.
Allen was struck with a painful jolt and he could almost feel the vicious inner nature of his left arm pulse in malicious want for blood.
He gritted his teeth.
His breathing halted entirely and he stilled, unmoving.
Lenalee noticed this action and immediately relayed it to Lavi.
She turned to the brown-haired girl.
“Shouko-chan, I think it’s time to go now. Visiting hours are almost over and your mother will be worried,” she said.
An excuse.
Something bad was going to happen if she didn’t do something about Shouko on Allen’s shoulder fast.
“Oh.”
The little girl hopped off the bed.
She skipped to the doorway before turning around to face Allen again.
He smiled and unfroze himself a little, so as not to alarm the little girl.
She didn’t notice his rigidity and smiled sheepishly.
“Get well soon, Onii-chan. Then we can play together! I’ll come visit you every day until you’re better!”
She waved before disappearing around the doorway.
The smile left Allen’s face the instant Shouko disappeared from sight and the sound of his haggard breathing plagued the silence.
Lenalee gazed at him worriedly.
“Are you really okay, Allen-kun?”
“Yeah… Just… a bit… breathless…” he replied in between gasps.
-
Lenalee sighed.
Allen had fallen into a calm, peaceful asleep after his dinner, and everyone had left for the night.
Komui had reluctantly agreed to her decision; she would spend the night with Allen until he was discharged the next day.
A soft whisper in the silence jerked Lenalee out of her thoughts.
“Mana…”
Lenalee was confused.
Allen continued to whisper.
“He’s gone... All my fault…”
Allen was mumbling in his sleep about a… dead person?
This thought branched out infinitely in Lenalee’s mind as she wandered curiously on the topic of the boy’s past.
He was just fifteen. How could he have wound up here all by himself?
Lenalee knew well that Allen had a master who had taught him music.
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I know it's not much more than the one I previously posted, but I'll try to get it done.
My exams are coming up next week, so you guys are lucky yeah? I'll see what I can do. xD
♪.moonrise.♪
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♪.Sing to the Heaven of the Dawn.♪
§//.Melodramatic obstinate love haunts the ensanguined hearts of the broken.The torn melodist sings his final aria of dreams.\\§
