Ideas, ideas. (:
♪.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.\\§
Yay~ Exams are OVER.
And I don't have tuition tomorrow, so I might get down to some writing. (:
But for now, I have to do homework.
Ah, I've been so busy these days I couldn't even write letters to my friend.
SO I think I shall do that first.
(:
And down at school, my life is slowly repairing itself.
But this slow is terribly, terribly
slowwww.Hahaha.
Well, whichever.
I'll get through it. I think. 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.\\§
heyy there guys~ (:
I'm doing a collab fic with Adorina-chan!
(:
Maybe I'll post it here.
As in, the drafts. (:
So stay tuned~
P.S. Most of the ideas are Adorina's, and I contributed a little. I'm doing the writing~ With help from her of course~
♪.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.\\§
Heyy guys~!
Sorry, sorry, but I might not update for some time. Eheheh..
Quite busy. :\
Violin, Chinese, editing.
Yeahh, I need a LOT of editing.
I messed up the timeline terribly.
And that means I messed up the descriptions too. xD
So, don't expect anything too soon.
(:
Have a good week!
♪.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.\\§
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D. Gray-Man. But I’m happy Hoshino Katsura-san is coming back in April! And that the English D.Gray-Man will be out then as well. (:
Chapter 6: Rhythm
A/N: Enjoy. (:
The ebony haired girl sighed in the darkness.
This was getting downright irritating.
She tossed and turned under the covers, struggling to find a comfortable position.
It had been a week since the incident in the tunnel.
And Lenalee had been exhausted entirely.
She gazed at the instrument case in the corner.
Each time she played her cello, those akuma things popped up out of no-where.
It was as if they were stalking her.
She wandered briefly if Allen were experiencing the same thing; everyday, after he got back from his part-time job at the café adjacent to the apartment, he seemed tired and worn out, and was so tired he was asleep the moment he landed himself of the sofa. He always missed dinner.
And what’s worse, the boy was screaming more every night. And the blood loss always came with it.
Lenalee had had to wake him up several times during the week to get him to calm down, and she had stopped using earplugs every night just in case. She always had a towel ready too.
“I’m so sorry, Lenalee… This is stupid…” he’d said last night, holding the towel him to his bleeding eye sockets.
And she’d heard him mutter something like “worthless, pathetic and weak” under his breath.
She’d advised him to see a doctor about the screaming, bleeding and nightmares, but he’d blatantly refused, saying he had no money for it nor would he borrow any from her.
He had obviously hinted at his lack in finance, and had stressed again his need for the money he earned at the café and she knew he didn’t mean to offend her. He just didn’t want any debts.
But there was of course his pride to consider, and besides, he couldn’t afford to borrow money from anyone at current.
Huh.
Friends were supposed to help each other right?
Why didn’t he let her help him with this?
Lenalee could tell Allen was falling sick.
Before anything bad happened, he should go to the doctor.
And he would tomorrow.
He had a day off.
She would drag him to the clinic if the need arose, she decided.
A loud coughing noise erupted from outside. A scream echoed throughout the house.
Lenalee pulled the covers over her face.
She wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight either…
But suddenly, as if to counter her thoughts, the screaming stopped abruptly, just as she had pulled the covers off her legs.
Lenalee, shocked, scrambled off her bed and rushed to the living room. She thought she had heard another softer sound, something she couldn’t quite place. Allen couldn’t have simply stopped for no apparent reason either after all.
-
He tried, but failed to comprehend miserably.
He couldn’t see.
Couldn’t hear.
Couldn’t make a sound.
Couldn’t feel.
It was too bright.
What was going on?
There wasn’t even pain in the sudden quiet calm.
He remembered his dream.
He had been walking in pitch black darkness before a hideous creature had stood in his path, appearing out of no-where.
It had screamed at him.
Or at least its soul had.
“Help me! Help me!” it shrieked.
The silence had screamed in his ears, and he could feel them bleeding.
His head had felt like it was on the verge of splitting open when the nightmare stopped.
Just like that.
The boy had no idea what had happened.
Suddenly, the sight of red behind his eyelids faded, replaced with a shadow.
He opened his eyes to a world of polished white buildings.
And in the distance, at the capital of what looked like a city, he heard the sound of a piano.
-
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun, are you alright?” Lenalee whispered.
She shook his shoulders lightly, tapping him on the arm.
His face was peaceful and tranquil and he looked like he was among the dead, resting in the depths of heaven somewhere.
This was what worried the ebony-haired girl.
She had heard of people dying in their sleep.
She sincerely prayed, begged, pleaded, that this was not one of those times.
-
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun, are you alright?”
He could hear Lenalee’s voice from behind him, feeling a light tap on his arm, and spun around.
But there wasn’t anyone there.
He smiled at her worrisome tone nonetheless.
“Yes, I am, just wait for me,” he whispered.
He faced round to the direction of the sound, his heart set to find the source of the beautiful music.
-
She could have sworn she’d heard him whisper.
She could have sworn she’d heard him say he was alright. And to wait for him.
She would always trust her friends.
Lenalee grasped Allen’s gloved left hand.
She didn’t understand why he even wore gloves to sleep.
She pulled off the worn white gloves and held his hand in her own, facing the palm to her cheek.
She could hear his shallow breathing, see his chest rise and fall in a regular rhythm, feel the pulse in his wrist.
The sixteen year-old grasped the boy’s hand tighter, praying silently.
“Please be okay…”
And she kissed the glowing green cross embedded into the back of his hand tenderly.
-
Allen opened door after door in the strange building.
The music had no source, and it felt as though the piano sounds echoed through the walls themselves. It had no origin.
Then a door appeared before him, obstructing his train of thought.
Allen was surprised and astounded. How could a door appear out of thin air?
He shrugged and entered, regardless.
The song had finished as his eyes wandered around the room, staring at the gigantic white piano with its black and white keys.
The colours were inverted.
At the chair sat a man in a long coat, the tails of his spotless white tuxedo touching the floor.
Allen approached the suspicious looking stranger cautiously.
“The old man.”
The white-haired boy blinked.
Had this peculiarly dressed stranger just addressed him?
“You must see the old man.”
The stranger turned to him.
Allen saw that he had no face.
It was inhuman, a huge, unrealistic grin spread across his face, and eyes that were hollow.
Someone could get lost in there if they stared for too long.
“The old man will explain,” he said, turning to the piano once more as his gloved fingers fluttered over the strange keys, lightly touching them.
“He will teach you.”
That said, the stranger vanished with a last glance.
It was two whole seconds before Allen reacted, confusion having stifled his reaction.
“W-Wait! What do you mean? What old man?”
But his questions were not to be answered.
-
Allen’s grey eyes opened slowly.
He could see the traces of light orange outside beyond the glass window at the far end of the room.
His hand was warm, and there was a blanket draped over his lower half, past the leg that hung off the arm of the sofa.
He turned slowly to face Lenalee, his neck stiff.
She was holding his hand tightly in her own, leaning against the couch asleep.
He could smell the shampoo she used on her hair…
He shifted tiredly, his hand still in Lenalee’s embrace and came instead to sit down next to her in a more comfortable position.
He stared at the ceiling, leaning his head back against the sofa.
-
“Have a nice day!”
Allen waved as two young ladies sauntered out the door, smiling shyly at him.
Too bad the poor boy was too dense to realise this.
He exhaled, tired.
He’d been playing for two hours straight at least.
He glanced towards the corner where Lenalee and Komui sat, sipping coffee quietly.
They seemed to be deep in conversation.
“Boy, it’s time for your break.”
Mr Bentley handed Allen a cup of coffee, and Allen sipped it gratefully.
“Thanks.”
He set the borrowed violin down on the table carefully and continued to gaze at the siblings talking in the corner.
-
“But Lenalee, you were sleeping with him, my dear, dear Lenalee!” wailed Komui.
Some of the other customers turned in their seats to stare with goggled eyes.
Lenalee squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, embarrassed.
“Nii-san! Keep it down!” she whispered.
She looked down at her steaming cup of coffee.
“And I’ve told you already. That was because he was screaming again!” she whispered furiously.
She drew her fingers together, staring at them intently.
“Besides, it was on the floor by the couch not on the couch,” she mumbled.
She grasped the handle of the mug nervously and raised it to her lips, letting the steam warm her cheeks.
“Anyway, Nii-san, there are more important things I need to discuss with you.”
Her brother raised his own mug, sipping from it slowly.
“I know,” he said, his voice sober, “Allen Walker. He bears an uncanny resemblance to that boy from six years ago.”
Lenalee nodded anxiously.
“Do you think it’s him?”
Komui sipped his coffee leisurely once more.
“It is.”
Lenalee was shocked at this statement. Astonishment was clear in her expression.
Her brother sounded so sure.
“How do you know? How can you tell for sure?”
Her brother did not hesitate in his answer and spoke the moment the words were all out of her mouth.
“The violin, the scar, the pentacle. Doesn’t it make sense?”
The girl didn’t know to be happy, sad, disappointed or angry.
Happy that it was the boy and that he had lived in spite of Cross Marian’s perilous treatment.
Sad that the boy had suffered all those years ago.
Disappointed that he didn’t recognise her.
Angry that he hadn’t acknowledged knowing her.
“But still, Nii-san. You can’t be sure.”
Komui blinked and started rummaging through his coat pockets.
“Where did I put it…?”
“Put what, Nii-san?” Lenalee queried, the worry in her voice evident.
“Ah, here it is.”
Komui pulled a rather fat brown envelope from his right front pocket.
Lenalee barely managed the catch the words scrawled on the front.
Komui Lee.
Her brother fished out the weathered piece of parchment from within the large envelope.
“Komui,
I’m sending you my idiot apprentice. He should prove useful.
Tim will be the proof.
Here’s a picture.
Cross.”
The ebony-haired girl blinked several times.
“Oh.”
Komui continued to pull documents out of the envelope, first the same hand drawn picture used for the debt transference, then other documents such as certificates as evidence of his experience in concerts and competitions.
Lenalee stared at the wide variety of certificates, varying in both country and type.
There was a baroque music competition in Italy, a classical music concert in London… The list went on.
And none of the certificates was one for neither bronze nor constellation.
All were Gold and Silver.
The certificates were signed by the guests of honour, and some of the names were those of famous musicians Lenalee recognized.
“Whoa…”
Komui nodded.
“Yup. Whoa.”
“How could someone win this many competitions with either first or second place?”
The ebony-haired girl’s gaze wandered over the various certificates.
Her eyes scanned each signature, making sure they were all genuine.
And on each and every certificate, there remained a constant factor.
His name.
Allen Walker.
Allen Walker.
Allen Walker.
The name continued to appear on each and every certificate.
Komui then began packing away the certificates and documents.
“So you knew he was coming?”
“Not exactly…”
Lenalee raised an eyebrow.
“I just found this letter on my table yesterday. Reever said he found it amongst the several unsigned documents in my office.”
Lenalee’s eyebrow twitched.
“Oh.”
“We still need to audition him.”
“Mmhmn.”
“Bring him round to the faculty tomorrow. The entrance exams this year come in five days.”
Suddenly Komui seemed to remember something important.
“That reminds me! How has your cello practice been coming along?”
Lenalee groaned.
She had hoped her brother wouldn’t remember.
Now there would be even more practising to do.
-
“Thanks a lot Mr Bentley! I’ll be sure to come the day after tomorrow!”
Allen heaved a sigh of relief.
Mr Bentley had agreed to give him a day off.
Besides, he only had one day left to repay Mr Bentley.
The customers had come in fast and business booming.
The profits collected had rocketed to the skies.
Now only one day of this job till he was done with the debt.
He stepped into an alley, a short cut to the riverside.
Maybe they wouldn’t seek him out here…
“Allen-kun!”
Lenalee’s voice called him out of his thoughts.
He slowed to a slow stroll, waiting for the sixteen year-old girl to catch up.
She ran up to him, out of breath.
“You needn’t have run you know, Lenalee.”
He smiled at her.
“Yeah, well… I need to tell you something important. And besides, we’re heading in the same direction. I don’t usually see you or go back to the apartment with you, and you always fall asleep the moment you touch the couch!”
Allen couldn’t understand how, between pants, Lenalee had been able to say that mouthful of words in one breath.
“Why are you so tired everyday anyway?”
Allen was about to answer when he remembered the reason why he was so tired everyday.
He decided he should inform Lenalee. Those things might have been stalking her just the same.
She had been involved in the fight the other time as well, hadn’t she?
“Well, you see…”
Speak of the devil.
Allen’s eye activated.
“Lenalee!
The white haired boy jumped out of the way, pulling Lenalee away by the shoulders.
She gasped at the sudden movement.
“The akuma!” she gasped.
Allen stared at her, as they waited for the dust to clear.
“Have these things been chasing you down everyday too?”
Still staring into the dust cloud, Lenalee nodded determinedly.
“And every single time, my shoes evolve into these strange boots and I can fly, just like the other time. And if I want to escape, I have to destroy all those creatures.”
“Yeah, it’s the same here.”
Now she turned to look at Allen.
“Allen-kun, what’s up with your eye? It’s bleeding again.”
Allen looked at her, astonished.
“O-Oh, it’s nothing.”
He looked straight ahead.
“It’s always like that when this happens. When the akuma appear.”
“But-”
Their conversation was cut off.
An explosion resounded in the darkness of the alley as finally, the dust clouds settled.
.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.\\§
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D. Gray-Man. But I’m happy Hoshino Katsura-san is coming back in April!
Chapter 6: Rhythm
A/N: Enjoy. (:
The ebony haired girl sighed in the darkness.
This was getting downright irritating.
She tossed and turned under the covers, struggling to find a comfortable position.
It had been a week since the incident in the tunnel.
And Lenalee had been exhausted entirely.
She gazed at the instrument case in the corner.
Each time she played her cello, those akuma things popped up out of no-where.
It was as if they were stalking her.
She briefly wandered if Allen were experiencing the same thing; everyday, after he got back from his part-time job at the café adjacent to the apartment, he seemed tired and worn out, and was so tired he was asleep the moment he landed himself of the sofa. He always missed dinner.
And what’s worse, the boy was screaming more every night. And the blood loss always came with it.
Lenalee had had to wake him up several times during the week to get him to calm down, and she had stopped using earplugs every night just in case. She always had a towel ready too.
“I’m so sorry, Lenalee… This is stupid…” he’d said last night, holding the towel him to his bleeding eye sockets.
And she’d heard him mutter something like “worthless, pathetic and weak” under his breath.
She’d advised him to see a doctor about the screaming, bleeding and nightmares, but he’d blatantly refused, saying he had no money for it nor would he borrow any from her.
He had obviously hinted at his lack in finance, and had stressed again his need for the money he earned at the café; but she knew he didn’t want any debts.
But there was of course his pride to consider, and besides, he couldn’t afford to borrow money from anyone at current.
Huh.
Friends were supposed to help each other right?
Why didn’t he let her help him with this?
Lenalee could tell Allen was falling sick.
Before anything bad happened, he should go to the doctor.
And he would tomorrow.
She would drag him there if the need arose, she decided.
And that would be tomorrow, she would soon discover.
A loud coughing noise erupted from outside. A scream echoed throughout the house.
Lenalee pulled the covers over her face.
She wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight either…
But suddenly, as if to counter her thoughts, the screaming stopped abruptly, just as she had pulled the covers off her legs.
Lenalee, shocked, scrambled off her bed and rushed to the living room. She thought she had heard another softer sound, something she couldn’t quite place. Allen couldn’t have simply stopped for no apparent reason either after all.
-
He tried, but failed to comprehend miserably.
He couldn’t see.
Couldn’t hear.
Couldn’t make a sound.
Couldn’t feel.
It was too bright.
What was going on?
There wasn’t even pain in the sudden quiet calm.
He remembered his dream.
He had been walking in pitch black darkness before a hideous creature had stood in his path, appearing out of no-where.
It had screamed at him.
Or at least its soul had.
“Help me! Help me!” it shrieked.
The silence had screamed in his ears, and he could feel them bleeding.
His head had almost been split open when the nightmare just stopped.
Just like that.
The boy had no idea what had happened.
Suddenly, the sight of red behind his eyelids faded, replaced with a shadow.
He opened his eyes to a world of polished white buildings.
And in the distance, at the capital of what looked like a city, he heard the faint sound of a piano.
-
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun, are you alright?” Lenalee whispered.
She shook his shoulders lightly, tapping him on the arm.
His face was peaceful and tranquil and he looked like he was among the dead, resting in the depths of heaven somewhere.
This is what worried the ebony-haired girl.
She had heard of people dying in their sleep.
She sincerely prayed, begged, pleaded, that this was not one of those times.
-
He could hear Lenalee’s voice from behind him and spun around.
“Allen-kun, Allen-kun, are you alright?”
He smiled at her worrisome tone.
“Yes, I am, just wait for me,” he whispered.
He faced round to the direction of the sound, his heart set to find the source of the beautiful music.
-
She could have sworn she’d heard him whisper.
She could have sworn she’d heard him say he was alright. And to wait for him.
She would always trust her friends.
Lenalee grasped Allen’s gloved left hand.
She pulled off the worn white gloves and held his hand in her own, facing the palm to her cheek.
She could hear his shallow breathing and feel the pulse in his wrist.
The sixteen year-old grasped the boy’s hand tighter, praying silently.
“Please be okay…”
And she kissed the glowing green cross embedded into the back of his hand tenderly.
-
Allen opened door after door in the strange building.
The music had no source, and it felt as though the piano sounds echoed through the walls themselves. It had no origin.
Then a door appeared before him, obstructing his train of thought.
Allen was surprised and astounded. How could a door appear out of thin air?
He shrugged and entered, regardless.
The song had finished as his eyes wandered around the room, staring at the gigantic white piano with its black and white keys.
The colours were inverted.
At the chair sat a man in a long coat, the tails touching the floor.
Allen approached the suspicious looking stranger cautiously.
“The old man.”
The white-haired boy blinked.
“You must see the old man.”
The stranger turned to him.
Allen saw that he had no face.
It was inhuman, a huge, unrealistic grin spread across his face, and eyes that were hollow.
Someone could get lost in there if they stared for too long.
“The old man will explain,” he said, turning to the piano once more as he ran his gloved fingers over the strange keys.
“He will teach you.”
That said, the stranger vanished with a last glance.
It was two whole seconds before Allen reacted.
“W-Wait! What do you mean? What old man?”
But his questions were not to be answered.
-
Allen’s grey eyes opened slowly.
He could see the traces of light orange outside beyond the glass window at the far end of the room.
His hand was warm, and there was a blanket draped over his lower half, past the leg that hung off the arm of the sofa.
He turned slowly to face Lenalee, his neck stiff.
She was holding his hand tightly in her own, leaning against the couch asleep.
He could smell the shampoo she used on her hair…
He shifted tiredly, his hand still in Lenalee’s embrace and came instead to sit down next to her in a more comfortable position.
He stared at the ceiling, leaning his head back against the sofa.
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Have a nice day. (:
And Andrew,
get your ass back here after the exams and fricking comment.
♪.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.\\§
(:
♪.moonrise.♪
-
♪.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.\\§
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D.Gray-Man. And I hope it continues soon. Ah, yeah. The song I mentioned later is one of a good friend’s favourites. I don’t know who wrote it, but Allen sure didn’t. So here’s disclaiming David Garett’s Nothing Else Matters.
Chapter 5: Enigma
A/N: Enjoy.
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“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 brute I was fighting in the shadows!”
He waved an accusing finger at his former opponent.
The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow.
“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.
-
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.
He crumpled on the floor, almost writhing in pain.
Lenalee rushed to his sight, helping him up.
Ignoring the I-told-you-so stares the girl sent him, he asked, “Where is he?”
“You mean Kanda?”
Allen rose slowly, and crawled shakily back into the bed.
“Is that his name? He attacked me. Do you know him?” he asked.
“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, with an annoyed expression on his face.
“A-Ah! No offence though, Allen-kun.”
“I’m not worried about that…” the boy muttered.
He looked around him wearily, casting his gaze around the room as he took in his surroundings.
“More like, where am I?”
“You’re at a private hospital.”
Allen’s gaze fell on 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?”
Allen looked away sheepishly.
“Uh… Yeah… I’m sorry about earlier. I think maybe I over-reacted. So, I apologize.”
He wasn’t proud enough to go on without apologizing for his mistake.
“Che. Whatever.”
Allen chanced a glance at the raven-haired teen in the corner with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah, Yuu 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.
Obviously she knew what time meant to Allen.
“A-A couple of days…”
“How many exactly?”
“Four…”
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.
It led out a loud low growl.
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! If not, no-one will be your girlfriend!”
He nodded at Lenalee with a grin.
The girl flushed and using her almighty clipboard smacked Lavi on the head hard.
“Lavi!”
“Ow, what?” he asked innocently.
Lenalee shook her head.
She decided to let it go.
“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 can’t remember anything.”
At this point, Kanda had had enough.
He strode across the room from his secluded corner of the room and grabbed Allen’s shirt.
“Look you short bastard, I know what I saw. I saw you and your freakish arm in that fucking tunnel and I know you know something.”
By this time Allen was pissed off.
What was with this guy?
Why was he so persistent?
The raven-haired man stared him down with a dark cold glare.
Allen glower straight back with burning silver orbs.
There had been no reason for him to use such vulgarities and rude, aggressive actions.
How uncivilised.
His head began to throb.
“Look, 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…
The fear reflected in her eyes…
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, worry etched in along with it.
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 caught the fifteen-year-old by the shoulders, shaking him 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 and shattering glass 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…
A warm embrace rocking back and forth…
He opened his eyes.
He could feel the salty liquid of his tears slide down his cheeks, and his eyes were wet with tears.
But the terrifying visions were gone.
And in place of the cold chill that had taunted him, there was a warm tenderness.
Someone was hugging him.
“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 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 shook his head, trying to clear any vexing thoughts.
This resulted in a sharp pain. His brain felt as if it were suspended in water and was being thrown about.
He rubbed his temples 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.
She nearly slapped him, ending up with a simple whack in the shoulder.
“LAVI!”
“Ow, what? Lena-chan is extra violent today…”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?”
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 gratefully 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.”
Kanda’s gruff reply 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.
She looked him up and down.
“What’s wrong Shouko-chan?”
“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.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. They’re just little scratches.”
Shouko’s innocent violet eyes 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.
It was hidden in the collared shirt, and was obviously invisible to the young girl.
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.
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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.
Lavi had discussed the topic of the akuma Allen had mentioned and his memory loss with her and Kanda outside as the white-haired boy continued to wolf down his dinner.
The red-head had said that Allen hadn’t known anything about what he’d said or seen earlier, and even when Yuu’d threatened him, he had insisted he knew nothing and tried to explain when the spasm erupted.
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 had never thought of that.
She knew well that Allen had a master who had taught him music.
What about before that, though? What life had the white-haired boy led as a child?
She didn’t know.
And the fact that his hair was white intrigued her further.
Shock wasn’t able to cause that drastic a change in physical appearance could it?
Lenalee shook the thoughts from her head. They were terribly troubling.
And they concerned Allen’s past.
It was none of her business, worried though she was.
He wasn’t obliged to tell her, even if she did ask.
The girl looked at the wall clock, and her mouth pulled into a frown.
It was already so late, and she should be getting to sleep.
There was a sofa in the corner.
-
Silver-grey eyes opened to darkness.
4.00AM in the morning.
Allen sat up painfully.
His back was aching and his left arm was limp at his side.
Mana…
He’d dreamt about him again.
Dreamt about the mass of blood he’d seen when Mana had died.
“Keep walking forward, and don’t stop.”
The words echoed in his head, as other tiny voices spoke up.
“There is nothing more important than your instrument.”
“No matter what happens, you must never lose sight of your goals.”
“You have to love your music more than food.”
The words bounced off the walls of his skull, and he felt his head splitting open.
He decided to try and think of something else.
The walls turned red with blood, and the sheets lay stained at his feet.
He pulled his legs up and folded them in front of him, resting his chin on his knees.
The image of Lenalee’s mangled body taunted him from the sofa, but in the silence of night, he could hear her quiet breathing.
Lavi and Kanda lay in a similar state in separate areas of the room, crushed and broken.
Thoughts of the ‘akuma’ Lavi and Kanda were so uptight about clotted his mind in the stillness of the blood-stained nightmare.
He had definitely seen them.
He remembered it all now.
He had regained his memory of the event during the back-splitting spasm he had had earlier.
The monster had spoken to him.
Pleaded.
And then he had become a mindless monster, slaughtering the poor creatures whose souls had cried.
Dazed and disoriented by the red liquid that had materialised from his dreams, he looked up subconsciously.
Unknowingly, his gaze wandered around the room and settled on the sleeping form of the blood-showered ebony-haired girl in the corner.
He continued to throw his gaze around the room, searching the darkness for the violin case Shouko had brought in earlier.
His eyes settled, staring ahead in the obscurity of the most gruesome early morning he had ever dreamed of.
He stumbled out of bed, his arm limp at his side still.
Every step caused him a stab of pain in each of his feet as he splashed and sloshed in a pool of ankle deep blood.
But finally, just when he had thought that he would never reach the precious instrument that had been loaned to him before he’d go mad, his searching right hand grasped the fabric of the violin case.
He felt like a blind man in the night shadows as he clutched the violin case with one hand and stuttered back to the bloodied bed.
There was close to no light at all, and for that, he was grateful for.
With only his right hand, he carefully unzipped the violin case in the dim moonlight and flipped the cover over.
A red velvet cloth covered the violin and finally, after lifting it as gently as he could with one hand, he brought his half-numbed left hand up and lifted the violin, the only object in sight that was not covered in the unsightly iron-smelling liquid, carefully out of the place.
The violin was as beautiful as when he had seen it for the first time at the old man’s shop.
A tear slipped down his cheek.
It fell with a plop on the polished russet brown body of the violin and Allen couldn’t help but stare at it, gazing at it with gentle eyes.
He winched it up to his shoulder and rested his chin on the dark wood that was the chin-rest and drew the bow as the first light of day filtered in from behind the translucent hospital curtains.
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Lenalee awoke to the sound of a gentle vibrato in the morning silence.
The gentle melody was angelic, weaving in and out, and her she could feel light sunlight on her face.
Her amethyst eyes finally opened, and the sun caught in them.
Immediately, they closed again, and the ebony-haired girl allowed them to adjust.
The peaceful melody began to fade, and Lenalee’s head shot up in alarm.
She didn’t want it to end yet.
-
The music enveloped as he allowed his fingers to play across the strings, shifting up and down the fingerboard with each separate phrase of notes.
The bow whizzed up and down in perfect sequence as the music continued to engulf him gently, it’s soft melody wrapping him up in momentary bliss.
The other instruments in the orchestra had taken their places in his head and had begun to play themselves, the sounds merging with those of his own instrument, forming a melodious tune.
-
Her eyes wide and searching, she sat up, scanning the room.
At the far corner, Allen stood, the sunlight glinting off his silver hair.Lenalee could make out a violin rested between his chin and shoulder.
His hand had drawn the bow halfway down the strings as he stood unmoving, cemented into place, like a perfect statue carved by angels.
She figured he had been playing.
Lenalee realised what she had just thought and immediately blinked in puzzled amusement.
Then something caught the sunlight and the ebony-haired girl was pulled away from her thoughts.
Violin in his left hand, Allen turned around and faced her, shock evident on his face when he realized her presence.
“L-Lenalee!”
Immediately, the arm with the hand gripping the bow went to his eyes, and he brushed away the tears she had just barely glimpsed.
When he had removed his hand, a light blush had crept up his neck and to his cheeks.
“Y-You didn’t see that.”
Lenalee looked at him with a soft expression, her eyes gentle.
“Did you compose it?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“What’s it called?”
Allen scratched the back of his head with his right hand.
“N-Nothing Else Matters.”
Lenalee smiled.
“It’s a beautiful piece.”
Allen could only continue to blush furiously.
“Thanks.”
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A/N: Okay. That’s all. (: Yes, there’s lots of blood because I love blood. (;
♪.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.\\§
Here's the unedited version of chapter five.
Editing in progress.
The Devil’s Symphony
Disclaimer: I don’t own D.Gray-Man. And I hope it continues soon. Ah, yeah. The song I mentioned later is one of a good friend’s favourites. I don’t know who wrote it, but Allen sure didn’t. So here’s disclaiming David Garett’s Nothing Else Matters.
Chapter 5: Enigma
A/N: Enjoy.
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“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 brute I was fighting in the shadows!”
He waved an accusing finger at his former opponent.
The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow.
“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.
-
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.
He crumpled on the floor, almost writhing in pain.
Lenalee rushed to his sight, helping him up.
Ignoring the I-told-you-so stares the girl sent him, he asked, “Where is he?”
“You mean Kanda?”
Allen rose slowly, and crawled shakily back into the bed.
“Is that his name? He attacked me. Do you know him?” he asked.
“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, with an annoyed expression on his face.
“A-Ah! No offence though, Allen-kun.”
“I’m not worried about that…” the boy muttered.
He looked around him wearily, casting his gaze around the room as he took in his surroundings.
“More like, where am I?”
“You’re at a private hospital.”
Allen’s gaze fell on 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?”
Allen looked away sheepishly.
“Uh… Yeah… I’m sorry about earlier. I think maybe I over-reacted. So, I apologize.”
He wasn’t proud enough to go on without apologizing for his mistake.
“Che. Whatever.”
Allen chanced a glance at the raven-haired teen in the corner with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah, Yuu 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.
Obviously she knew what time meant to Allen.
“A-A couple of days…”
“How many exactly?”
“Four…”
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.
It led out a loud low growl.
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! If not, no-one will be your girlfriend!”
He nodded at Lenalee with a grin.
The girl flushed and using her almighty clipboard smacked Lavi on the head hard.
“Lavi!”
“Ow, what?” he asked innocently.
Lenalee shook her head.
She decided to let it go.
“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 can’t remember anything.”
At this point, Kanda had had enough.
He strode across the room from his secluded corner of the room and grabbed Allen’s shirt.
“Look you short bastard, I know what I saw. I saw you and your freakish arm in that fucking tunnel and I know you know something.”
By this time Allen was pissed off.
What was with this guy?
Why was he so persistent?
The raven-haired man stared him down with a dark cold glare.
Allen glower straight back with burning silver orbs.
There had been no reason for him to use such vulgarities and rude, aggressive actions.
How uncivilised.
His head began to throb.
“Look, 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…
The fear reflected in her eyes…
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, worry etched in along with it.
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 caught the fifteen-year-old by the shoulders, shaking him 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 and shattering glass on the tiled floor from behind them.
-
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…
A warm embrace rocking back and forth…
He opened his eyes.
He could feel the salty liquid of his tears slide down his cheeks, and his eyes were wet with tears.
But the terrifying visions were gone.
And in place of the cold chill that had taunted him, there was a warm tenderness.
Someone was hugging him.
“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 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 shook his head, trying to clear any vexing thoughts.
This resulted in a sharp pain. His brain felt as if it were suspended in water and was being thrown about.
He rubbed his temples 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.
She nearly slapped him, ending up with a simple whack in the shoulder.
“LAVI!”
“Ow, what? Lena-chan is extra violent today…”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?”
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 gratefully 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.”
Kanda’s gruff reply 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.
She looked him up and down.
“What’s wrong Shouko-chan?”
“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.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. They’re just little scratches.”
Shouko’s innocent violet eyes 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.
It was hidden in the collared shirt, and was obviously invisible to the young girl.
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.
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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.
Lavi had discussed the topic of the akuma Allen had mentioned and his memory loss with her and Kanda outside as the white-haired boy continued to wolf down his dinner.
The red-head had said that Allen hadn’t known anything about what he’d said or seen earlier, and even when Yuu’d threatened him, he had insisted he knew nothing and tried to explain when the spasm erupted.
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 had never thought of that.
She knew well that Allen had a master who had taught him music.
What about before that, though? What life had the white-haired boy led as a child?
She didn’t know.
And the fact that his hair was white intrigued her further.
Shock wasn’t able to cause that drastic a change in physical appearance could it?
Lenalee shook the thoughts from her head. They were terribly troubling.
And they concerned Allen’s past.
It was none of her business, worried though she was.
He wasn’t obliged to tell her, even if she did ask.
The girl looked at the wall clock, and her mouth pulled into a frown.
It was already so late, and she should be getting to sleep.
There was a sofa in the corner.
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Silver-grey eyes opened to darkness.
4.00AM in the morning.
Allen sat up painfully.
His back was aching and his left arm was limp at his side.
Mana…
He’d dreamt about him again.
Dreamt about the mass of blood he’d seen when Mana had died.
“Keep walking forward, and don’t stop.”
The words echoed in his head, as other tiny voices spoke up.
“There is nothing more important than your instrument.”
“No matter what happens, you must never lose sight of your goals.”
“You have to love your music more than food.”
The words bounced off the walls of his skull, and he felt his head splitting open.
He decided to try and think of something else.
Unknowingly, his gaze wandered around the room and settled on the sleeping form of the ebony-haired girl in the corner.
So she had been the one to stay behind with him.
He continued to throw his gaze around the room, searching the darkness for the violin case Shouko had brought in earlier.
His eyes settled, staring ahead in the obscurity of the early morning hour.
He stumbled out of bed, his arm limp at his side still.
Every step caused him a stab of pain in each of his feet and but finally, just when he had thought that he would never reach the precious instrument that had been loaned to him, his searching right hand grasped the fabric of the violin case.
He felt like a blind man in the night shadows as he clutched the violin case with one hand and stuttered back to the bed.
There was close to no light at all, and for that, he was grateful for the moon.
With only his right hand, he carefully unzipped the violin case and flipped the cover over.
A red velvet cloth covered the violin and finally, after lifting it as gently as he could with one hand, he brought his half-numbed left hand up and lifted the violin carefully out of the place.
The violin was as beautiful as when he had seen it for the first time at the old man’s shop.
A tear slipped down his cheek.
It fell with a plop on the polished russet brown body of the violin and Allen couldn’t help but stare at it, gazing at it with gentle eyes.
He winched it up to his shoulder and rested his chin on the dark wood that was the chin-rest and drew the bow as the first light of day filtered in from behind the translucent hospital curtains.
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Lenalee awoke to the sound of a gentle vibrato in the morning silence.
The gentle melody was angelic, weaving in and out, and her she could feel light sunlight on her face.
Her amethyst eyes finally opened, and the sun caught in them.
Immediately, they closed again, and the ebony-haired girl allowed them to adjust.
The peaceful melody began to fade, and Lenalee’s head shot up in alarm.
She didn’t want it to end yet.
Her eyes wide and searching, she sat up, scanning the room.
At the far corner, Allen stood, the sunlight glinting off his silver hair.Lenalee could make out a violin rested between his chin and shoulder.
She figured he had been playing.
Something caught the sunlight and the ebony-haired girl was pulled away from her thoughts.
Violin in his left hand, Allen turned around and faced her, shock evident on his face when he realized her presence.
“L-Lenalee!”
Immediately, his hand went to his eyes, and he brushed away the tears she had just barely glimpsed.
When he had removed his hand, a light blush had crept up his neck and to his cheeks.
“Y-You didn’t see that.”
Lenalee looked at him with a soft expression, her eyes gentle.
“Did you compose it?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“What’s it called?”
Allen scratched the back of his head with his right hand.
“N-Nothing Else Matters.”
Lenalee smiled.
“It’s a beautiful piece.”
Allen could only continue to blush furiously.
“Thanks.”
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there we go.
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A/N: Okay. That’s all. (:
♪.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.\\§
heyy heyy!
right, I'll be sort-of on hiatus.
examinations coming up. xD
so wish me luck.
and maybe, with my daily dose of inspiration, I'll get some stuff done. xD
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see you soon!
♪.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.\\§
