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The Fourteenth Child	By : XxKageTenshixX Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 3145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3 - Farewell to the Ghost of Matel

Books and paper were messily sprawled across the marble floor inside a large office. The walls were wide and covered by large bookshelves that were pushed against one another to make one big shelf that surrounds the room. Near the center of the room, an old white desk sat in the middle of the clutter. More books stacked crookedly along with important documents on top of the worn desk. A chair sat behind it. An Asian man, in his late 20’s, was dressed in a long white lab coat. The white burette he wore covered the top of his black hair that held a purple tint to it. He adjusted the glasses before looking intensely at the younger in front of him.

“I have a mission for you.”

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Allen looked at the passing scenery with a child-like curiosity.

He and Tyki were currently seated on a train that was headed towards Southern Italy, receiving orders from The Earl that he was to find the Innocence hidden there and return home. With the Akuma the Millennium Earl sent there, finding the Innocence would be fairly easy. It was the possibility of an Exorcist showing up that got him excited.

He was dressed differently from his usual, in jeans and a shirt that was a little big for him, his boots and his white coat. Tyki figured it would be beneficial to look less…formal.

Allen wiggled a little in his seat before inching closer to the window, enjoying the calming sounds the train’s engine was making.

Remembering times when he and Mana traveled from place to place brought a smile to his face. They could never stay in one place for more than a couple days. The life as a traveling performer didn’t exactly bring in much income, only enough to buy food and shelter for the night. They never had enough to afford transportation, let alone tickets for a train ride.

The coolness of the window greeted him when pressed his forehead against the glass. His breath fogging up the window and his eyes slid closed as he recalled more times with his foster father.

A small chuckle broke the silence, bringing Allen back to the present. He turned slightly and stared at the shaggy man in the doorway.

“Enjoying yourself, boy?” The man asked. A cigarette firmly placed in between his lips.

Allen grinned. “Of course, Tyki! You know I’ve never ridden a train before.”

Tyki sat down in the seat across from him, leaning back against the seat. His eyes studied Allen’s fidgeting from through thick glasses for a few minutes before sighing.

“Don’t worry so much. You’ll do fine.” Tyki assured.

“But—”

“You think too much, boy.” Allen’s pouted when Tyki leaned forward and ruffled his hair. “You have the eye of yours, you’ll do fine.”

Allen smiled slightly. His cursed eye possessed the ability to reveal Akuma from their human disguises and even see their souls. He had practiced with it and could now control when it could become visible to others.

“And you have that ridiculous costume and those ugly glasses.”

“I found these on the streets and it matches the outfit!” Tyki said indignantly.

Allen laughed and continued to tease his Uncle the rest of the way.

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“Wake up boy.”

Allen groaned and opened his eyes. Groggily he looked around, taking notice of his surroundings before realizing that someone was holding him.

“Tyki! Put me down!”

“Enjoy your sleep?” Tyki answered calmly, ignoring his command.

Tyki placed Allen on his feet before discarding his cigarette. “You fell asleep on the train. I didn’t want to wake you…so I carried you instead.”

Allen wiggled his nosed. “I smell like cigarettes now.” He said, shooting an accusing glare at the elder. Tyki chuckled and continued walking, Allen trailing behind. They stopped at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the ruins of a city. Allen looked at Tyki. “Is this the place?”

Tyki nodded as an explosion sounded from below. Allen looked over and saw three Akuma in the sky hovering above a few humans, a clear box-like trapping the Akuma from harming them. Excitement coursed through him when he noticed the humans were wearing a beige coat and holding some kind of machine.

“They must be Finders.”

“Remember, boy, this is your mission, so I can’t help you.” Tyki said, already in his Noah form. “So be careful.”

Allen nodded and jumped down on the ledges below until he landed on the ground behind the remains of a building. Carefully, he sprinted down the stairs of the city and behind another building. Seeing as the coast was clear, he headed towards the area where he remembered seeing the Akuma and Finders when the ground below him began to crumble. He sped up and noticed the road in front of him was gone too. He jumped off the ledge, landing on the roof of one of the houses below.

He flinched, hearing the sounds of falling rubble behind him, hoping that the noise hadn’t attract any unnecessary attention. Hesitantly Allen looked around for any signs of the akuma, of course, when he looked around; there was only smoke and rubble.

“I guess I have to search the place then.”

With that in mind, he lowered himself over the side of the building and entered through one of the windows and started his search. After half an hour of searching, Allen hadn’t found anything relating to the Innocence and it was driving him crazy. There wasn’t a single clue to where that akuma or Finders were either. He’d only covered about a fifth of the city.

Allen stopped suddenly. Feeling the slight tingle in his left eye, he knew the akuma was nearby.

“Oooh look! Another human to kill!” A sing song voice cooed behind him.

Allen turned, his left eye shifting from gray to spiraled red. Behind him, a level two akuma stood, a murderous smile on its white face.

The akuma tilted its head. “Hee, you’re not one of those guys in coats…but no matter! You’re gonna die anyway.”

The akuma swiped at him. Allen jumped back, taking a defensive stance. He had forgotten for a second that the akuma wouldn’t know him, only the ones that frequently visited the mansion for whatever reasons and he couldn’t destroy it just yet. He needed the akuma to let him to the Innocence. Looking around quickly, he spotted a small hole in the side of a destroyed building.

Quickly turning around, Allen ran towards the make-shift entrance. The Akuma gave a sound of delight before aiming another attack at him. Moving slightly to his left, Allen dodged the attack and ducked into the hole. The Akuma screamed in rage and ran its’ fist into the building in hopes of catching him but he was already too deep inside for it to reached.

“Hee! You can’t hide from me!” It yelled and attacked the building again.

Allen crawled further into the hole, noticing that it divided into two, pausing for a second to decide which way to go, he made his way to the one on his left. The further along he went, the less he could hear the Akuma, much to his relief. The sounds of falling rubble quickly replaced the enraged laughter.

“O-ow.” He moaned, rolling on his side from inside the debris. Steadying himself on his knees, he pushed himself up. “I’ve got to watch where I’m going.” That’s the second time that’s happened.

“Who are you?”

Looking up to his left, he saw a girl a little bit younger than himself dressed in a robe and a hat covering her blonde hair. What drew his attention, however, was the fact that she was standing protectively in front of a taller figure that was dressed the same. Neither of which looked like an Exorcist or Finder.

Interesting.

“I’m Allen.” He said, keeping his voice low.

“What are you doing here?” The girl asked, her voice hard.

“Lala.” The name was said in a low, raspy voice, Allen barely caught it.

The girl, Lala, turned to look at the taller figure. “But Guzol, he could be one of them.”

Gray eyes studied them, blinking when the taller figure gently nudged the girl. Allen looked closely at Guzol, taking notice that most of his features were hidden from sight.

Could this be the Innocence?

It would make sense, he remember Tyki mentioning that the Innocence could be in the shape of a human. Thinking swiftly, he decided he would wait a little longer until he was sure that this “Guzol” was the Innocence he was suppose to retrieve.

He fought back the smile that threatened to spread across his face. Finally! He was closer to completing his mission and getting back to his family. He internally frowned when couldn’t confirm if the hidden figure was actually the Innocence, but shrugged the thought off. He would just have to keep himself close, just to make sure he wasn’t wasting his efforts completely.

The girl turned around to look back at Allen, her face still set in caution.

“What are you doing here?” She repeated her earlier question.

“I don’t know.” He whispered. “I’m an orphan, so I go from place to place…and I stumbled here by accident.”

From the corner of his eye, he could see Guzol tense at the word “orphan”.

The girl ranked her eyes over him, accessing his appearance. Silently, he thanked The Earl for suggesting that he wear some of his less presentable clothing on this mission. When she deemed he wasn’t a threat, she relaxed but not enough for it to be too noticeable.

“Come with us.” Lala had stepped away from Guzol and leaned down in front of his kneeled form, her hand held out in front of her. “It’s not safe here.”

As if to prove her right, the ground around them began to shake.

“Come out, little Innocence!” The Akuma’s voice sounded close, too close for comfort. “You can’t hide forever!”

“Quickly!” Lala whispered, grabbing Allen’s arm and pulling him to his feet. Allen barely caught his balance form the sudden movement before he was practically being dragged out of the room and into the hallway.

With every sound of falling rubble, Lala would speed up. Allen noticed that Guzol was on the other side of Lala, keeping up with her movements but he could tell that it was an effort on his part. Lala pushed him forward; Guzol had moved in front of her and was now leading the way while Lala positioned herself behind them.

Guzol took a right and Allen followed, wondering exactly where they were headed when they stopped at a dead end. Lala walked quickly in front of Guzol, leaned down and applied pressure to the bottom right corner of the wall. In response, the bottom half of the wall pushed itself backwards, leaving a small doorway in its’ wake. Allen didn’t have time to dwell on the secret entrance before he felt a hand latch onto him again, pulling him towards the small doorway.

Once they were inside, Lala placed her hands above her head—on a chipped block of cement—and pushed it forward. The faintest sound of moving rock was the only way, without turning around, that the doorway that they had entered through had close. Looking around, the small room that they found themselves in was a lot bigger than Allen was expecting. Of course, he shouldn’t be surprised; this place was full of hidden passages and rooms.

“We should be safe here, no one knows of this place.” Lala said softly.

Allen gave a shaky nod of acknowledgement and Lala turned to help Guzol lay against the wall. There a tense moment of silence before the sound of Guzol coughing harshly broke it. Remembering that he was on somewhat of a time schedule, Allen decided it was best to hurry up and complete his assignment.

“What is that thing?”

The question was followed by another moment of silence; Lala studying him closes, as if to determine if he was trustworthy enough to know their secret.

If only she knew.

“This use to be a great city called Mater,” She began to explain, kneeling beside Guzol. “The people who use to live here were advanced for their time but they thrived on music, creating living dolls to sing for them. These dolls were beautiful in their own way but it was their voices that were valued above all else.”

Allen sat propped up against the opposite wall facing Lala as she spoke, knees folded under him.

“But eventually, the people left and the city was abandoned and all that was left was the surviving dolls. It was like this for 500 years until only one doll remained.” She paused, a look of worry on her face when Guzol gave another violent cough. “The doll’s appearance became unsightly after so many years of being unused, to the point where abandoned children that were left here reacted violently at the sight of it. The doll only wanted to sing to them, like it was created to do. It killed them in return. It wasn’t until a child that was left here in Mater because of his deformity and asked the doll to sing for him did the doll stop killing. Guzol has been here for eighty years now.”

Allen’s eyes were wide, not expecting that. Looking quickly at Guzol, he realized that he really wasn’t the Innocence. His figure was hunched and his limbs—that weren’t hidden by the robe—were thin and looked fragile. His breathing was wheezy; the coughing every now and then was proof enough for that. Allen couldn’t see his face clearly but everything else pointed to a man at an old age.

“Those humans out there are here to collect something called Innocence but that demon out there appeared and is now hunting for the same thing.”

Brows furrowed together, Allen looked back at Lala, who started intently back at him. If Guzol wasn’t the Innocence, then that meant….

“I haven’t seen another person in this city for a while, up until today and definitely not another child.” Allen felt a little indignation at being called a child, no matter how childish he may act sometimes. “But Guzol is dying and I want to stay with him until his last breath. I can’t help you get out of here until then.”

“You’re the doll.” Allen said slowly.

“Yes.”

Allen didn’t say anything after that, choosing to remove his legs from underneath his body and sit cross-legged instead. Another glance at the hidden man, he could confirm that the man was near death. He doubted if he lasted the next hour.

“You don’t look very scary.”

Lala laughed, something he guessed was something only reserved for the time that she and Guzol were together, and smiled softly at him.

Allen smiled back, a pang of regret flowing through him, and waited. When it seemed like Guzol was closer to his dying moment, Allen gave one last look at the cloaked man then back to Lala and gave an apologetic smile.

As much as he followed his family, he could never purposely hurt innocent people. But his family was counting on him and he refused to let them down.

“I’m sorry.”

The warning was subtle and Lala only had time to look at Allen before he sprang for her. Hands thrust out in front of him, he aimed to grab hold of the blonde doll. Lala was able to gather herself and avoid his hand, moving quickly to her left and protectively before Guzol.

“Lala?” Guzol’s voice was frail and filled with confusion.

“You!” Was Lala only response, her face was fierce as she glared at him.

Allen gave another sincere smile. “I really am sorry for this, but I need the Innocence.”

Lala lashed out, her leg aiming directly for Allen’s face. Having no room to move back, he was forced to dive to his left. It only took him a second to realize that Lala had taken the distraction and fled with Guzol.

Allen sprinted to his right. He could see Lala not far up ahead, Guzol hanging tightly on her back. When he was close enough, he attempted to grab the end of Guzol’s cloak—Lala wouldn’t dare let her companion be harmed—but she took a sharp right. Allen skidded to a stop and continued to follow behind them. He was closer than he was before, he almost had the Innocence in his hands when the ground below them caved.

With a yell, Allen tried to get a hold on something, digging his left hand into the nearest column. From the corner of his eye, he could see Lala attempting to do the same thing but failing to do so. Both Lala and Guzol landed on the floor.

Allen’s cough was covered by Guzol’s own harsh ones.

“Are you okay, Guzol?” Lala asked, holding her arm as she changed positions.

“Yeah.” He wheezed out. “You softened the fall a bit.”

Swinging his legs, Allen released his grip on the column, positioning himself to land before Lala. Allen held out his hand, his face stern as he looked at her.

“I need that Innocence, Lala.”

Lala moved back to be near Guzol. Gripping one of the older mans’ wrinkled hand, she grabbed the front of her cloak.

“Guzol is dying. Let me be with him until the end and you can take whatever you want from me.” When Allen didn’t respond, she cried. “Please!”

The ground below Lala and Guzol exploded unexpectedly. Jumping back to avoid any hits, Allen could only watch with wide eyes as the two were impaled by the akuma’s hand.

“I got you little dollie!” It screamed and released a triumphant laugh, swinging their bodies around before slinging them to the side. Both landed on the floor harshly.

The akuma turned and looked at Allen, a crooked smile on its’ white face. Feeling the menacing presence behind that look caused him to unconsciously activate his cursed eye.

Seeing the gears revolving in front of his single red eye made the akuma giggle at the possibility of another person to kill.

“You’re next.”

The akuma swung its arm, Allen duly noted that it was in the shape of a pitch fork and jumped backwards again. Sighing with irritation at the waste of time he would have to spend on getting rid of the akuma. But he supposed this would be the only enjoyment he would get out of this whole assignment.

Allen kept his eyes on the akuma, making sure to avoid its limbs. On one particularly attempt at a dodge, the akuma was quick to shoot itself forward, kicking him firmly in the chest. That kick sent him flying into the air and through a couple columns. Frankly, Allen was tired of digging himself out of rubble.

“Bye Bye!”

Looking up, his eye returned to normal, the akuma raised its fork shaped arm above his head. Tensing his body for the blow, Allen began sending the necessary energy to his left arm. A man was in front of him before he could even raise his hand, a sword firmly in his grip and holding off the offending blow from the akuma.

The man—teen really—had blue tinged black hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a black coat lined with silver but it was the insignia on the left sight of the jacket that caught his attention.

Allen blinked and then grinned.

An Exorcist.
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