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Gone Forever	By : Nayru774 Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 3479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warnings: Some Allen/14th interaction.

~Gone Forever~

Chapter 09: Third time's a charm

Timcanpy stared at his Master quietly, though it failed to understand what Allen was doing. The boy started bleeding out of nowhere at first, then ended up suffering in pain for over an hour because of it, and now... he was talking to himself?

The white-haired Exorcist was far from worried about Timcanpy at the moment, though.

A few seconds passed in silence, while Allen tried to calm down and get a hold of himself. Now wasn't the time to panic. He's talked to the Fourteenth before, it wasn't anything to be horrified about. Didn't he get used to the shadow looming over him by now, anyway?

"On my side, huh?" Allen asked, a little nervous, though he tried not to show it. Then he lifted his eyebrows in a mocking manner and continued with a note of sarcasm. "Well, if you're on my side, you can give me some answers, then."

That said, the boy started to untie the bloody bandages that were wrapped around his right hand, followed by the black cloth, which was a scrap of Kanda's shirt that went last. Soon, his palm was free for the eye to see, and although it was dirty all over from the already dried mess that was his blood, one could recognize the thing in question with ease.

"This, for instance−" Allen stretched out his hand in front of the mirror.

There was a cross-shaped wound on the back of his palm, and it probably went all the way through to the other side. It looked very similar to the mark the boy had on his Innocence, only that it went deeper, and it involved his flesh, naturally.

It almost looked the same as those small crosses that the Noah had on their foreheads, only that it was just one, and elsewhere.

Yes. A stigmata.

"It's a−"

"I know what it is." The white-haired cut the shadow off before it even got a decent chance to speak, not a glimpse of hesitation in his features anymore. "When will it disappear?"

"That... depends..." The Fourteenth answered in that anemic voice of his.

"On what?" Allen followed immediately.

Even though it was hard to recognize the features on the other side of the mirror clearly, the boy could swear the shadow smirked at the question. "On... many things..."

The young Exorcist furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. "And here I thought that my Master was the one who liked to speak in riddles." Sighing, he closed his eyes. This conversation wasn't going anywhere so far. "...Will more of those appear on my body as well?" The question was a bit more hesitant than the ones earlier.

"That also... depends..."

And Allen apparently lost it. "Screw you."

"Oh, my..." The Fourteenth commented in a slightly amused tone. "Finally showing your true colors... are we..."

"Like you're the one to know." The white-haired raised his voice, gritting his teeth. "You don't know a thing about me."

"Oh... I know a lot more than you think..."

Allen pressed his teeth together even harder.

Damn it, he had a bad feeling about this, and now it seemed that this feeling wasn't all that unreasonable. Did the Fourteenth honestly see everything that he's been doing up until now? Just because Allen couldn't see the shadow without the help of a mirror (or something else that reflected his image) didn't already have to mean that the phantom wasn't there anymore.

Wait... So even all the things that happened between him and Kanda...

"Your actions... your thoughts... I know them..." The Fourteenth continued as if only to confirm the boy's suspicions. "After all... you and me... we're... connected..."

"I don't believe you." The white-haired denied in a sharp tone, though he wasn't convinced of the words he just spoke himself all that wholeheartedly.

"Don't you, now?" The other went on, pausing for a moment.

Allen went alert when the shadow suddenly moved, shifting closer to the surface of the mirror. The phantom reached its limb out in the boy's direction, as if it wanted to touch the edge of the glass, then stayed motionless as it did so. The white-haired frowned in confusion, not really getting the point of the action.

Did the Fourteenth want him to do the same? Somehow Allen got the weird feeling that he did, though he wasn't sure that he wanted to accomplish through it. Something in the back of his mind told him that he didn't even want to find out, but...

Hesitating a bit at first, the boy reached to touch the surface of the mirror as well.

For a long moment there was silence, and nothing happened.

But then− "Alright, I'll show you..."

"Huh?" Was all Allen managed to let out before his life suddenly crashed down at him. Literally.

The boy wasn't sure what was going on. All of a sudden, it's as if he started having visions. Or rather flashbacks of things that happened in the past. Their stay in the infirmary, the attack of the Level Four Akuma on Headquarters, the whole zombie invasion, and − particularly to Allen's dissatisfaction...

"K-Kanda..."

His own breathless voice echoed inside of his head as soon as he came back to reality. Allen found himself on his knees on the floor, breathing heavily, and for a moment he was clueless to the fact where he actually was.

What the hell had just happened?

One look up at the mirror and everything went rushing back to him immediately.

All of a sudden a sharp headache kicked in and the boy felt like throwing up without an apparent reason. It just ended on a few coughs, though.

"W-What did you just−" Covering his mouth with one of his hands, eyes wide, Allen blinked a few times, totally out of it.

"You still need to adapt to my abilities, it seems..." The shadow spoke as if it were no big deal. Then silent laughter reached the young Exorcist's ears. "...Should we try it again?"

"Like hell−"

Allen ended up throwing the mirror right through the window. And no, he didn't care that he had to pay for it to the hotel staff. It was well worth it.

At least he could conclude that the Fourteenth knew everything that happened only until he reached the Noah's room in the Ark, since the visions started from that point on. It made sense, actually, considering that that was apparently the point from which the Noah awakened inside of him for the first time.

"Come on, Tim. We're leaving."

It was snowing for the first time that year. Well, it shouldn't be anything unusual − it was already December, after all. The snow wasn't that strong, but it did leave the streets all covered in white fluff in a matter of minutes.

Allen exhaled slowly, as he hugged his coat tighter. It was a good thing that he bought a scarf earlier, he'd probably be freezing without it by now.

It took him almost a whole day of traveling by train before the boy reached another of his destinations.

Surprising or not, he decided to come back to London again.

Well, it's not like he's been feeling homesick or anything... He just figured that he wanted to check the spot where he got out of the Ark earlier. It was about damn time something finally moved forward, seeing as waiting for either his Master or Komui was really a fight for a lost cause. Allen was fed up with doing nothing.

There was still one thing that needed to be taken care of before anything else, however. And while the white-haired Exorcist was at it, he decided to stay in another hotel for a day or two.

Entering the room he just booked into, first thing Allen did was throw his bag on the bed, then sat down himself, letting out a sigh. Damn, he felt tired. Even if there were less Akuma these days, the constant traveling was enough to wear him out. Not like he wasn't used to it.

He took one of the cheapest rooms this time, considering that he was slowly starting to go low on money. Well, it had to happen sooner or later, no surprise there.

The room was a lot smaller and definitely colder than the previous ones he's stayed in, but it was more than enough for a decent rest. Wooden walls surrounded him, and there wasn't actually anything else beside the small bed, a short table beside it and an old-looking wardrobe in the corner.

No mirror this time, but Allen wasn't really complaining.

"Tim, could you leave me alone for a while?" The boy asked, as he stood up. Making his way to the window, he opened it, granting the golden golem the possibility to fly out. And so it did, loyal to its Master like always.

Allen shivered from the cold gust of wind that got in. He didn't need to think twice before closing the window as soon as he was left alone.

Silence fell upon the room as the boy stood in place, watching as Timcanpy flew somewhere into the distance, disappearing behind one of the town's buildings. After a moment of thought, the white-haired turned back to his bed.

Crawling on top of the piece of furniture, he reached for the bag which he brought with him and took something out. The item was wrapped in a towel, though it didn't take long before he disposed of it, revealing what was inside − a relatively large piece of a broken mirror.

"We need to talk." Allen spoke, as soon as he looked into it, acknowledging the shadow's expectant presence.

"I'm thrilled..." The response came after a short moment.

The boy couldn't help but sigh at the remark, closing his eyes in irritation. "You say that you're not my enemy, but how can I even trust you when you give that kind of attitude?"

"You're just so easy to tease, Allen..." The Fourteenth said, though − to the boy's surprise − there wasn't any malice in his voice this time. "But fine, have it your way. I'll play by your rules."

Staring at the reflection in the piece of mirror, the young Exorcist stayed silent for a moment.

"Didn't you say that you could read my thoughts? Don't you know what I want to talk about?"

A wide grin made its way to the shadow's profile. "It doesn't work that way..."

"So, you were just trying to pull my leg." The boy concluded as-a-matter-of-factly.

"No, I wasn't lying..." The Fourteenth went on, his voice calm the whole time. "It needs time... for a start..."

Allen didn't seem to look convinced. "...Whatever. That's not the point of this conversation, anyway." He spoke as if the previous topic has never even taken place. "There's something that's been bugging me the whole time."

"Let's hear it, then..."

"The Noah and the Innocence oppose eachother, don't they?" Allen lifted his left hand in front of the mirror, as if to make a point. "How the hell is this supposed to work?"

"You're smarter than you look, kid." The shadow sounded more audible all of a sudden.

"Also, you might not know, but−"

"I do know." The Fourteenth cut the other off. "And you are absolutely right." The Noah smirked again, though it didn't look as mischievous anymore. "It's not that I don't want to take over your body. It's just that the moment I did, I'd probably kill the both of us."

Bingo. Allen thought to himself victoriously, though he tried not to let his emotions run loose.

If somebody ever told him that he would be glad because of going through something like that, he would have never believed it. And yet, because of the whole situation now, it was probably the greatest ace up his sleeve that he could possibly have.

While his hand wasn't that much of a crucial factor, considering that the Noah could simply cut it of were it to deem too much of a nuisance to him, there was something else that wouldn't be as easy to get rid of for the life of him.

Yes − the fragment of Innocence that was now a part of Allen's heart. It was an issue which the Fourteenth wouldn't be able to overcome no matter what he did. Either the Innocence would kill him, or he would die without it, anyway, since getting rid of it would leave his heart unable to function properly again.

Honestly, if Tyki ever found out about it, Allen mused, he'd probably die of laughter. Or despair.

"I'm starting to like you." The shadow suddenly admitted, interrupting the boy's cheerful thoughts. "I'm sure we'll make an... interesting team, Allen."

"Whatever you say." For the first time the boy smirked back at him. Though just because the Noah started to sound more friendly all of a sudden didn't mean that Allen was letting his guard down just yet. He still had a good deal of doubts about the other's intentions towards him. "So what are your true motives, anyway? Why did you betray the Earl?"

"If I told you everything right away, where would be the fun in that?"

"And there you go again." Allen commented, slight irritation returning to him. "Seriously, did my Master teach you to be that way? ...Or wait, was it the other way around?"

"You're not what it seems all the time, either."

"That wasn't an answer to my question."

No further words came.

Allen sighed again. Goddamn, this was really a tough cookie to crack. The boy vaguely wondered who was actually harder to deal with − the Fourteenth or Kanda. ...Then again it was probably still the latter.

Well, if the Noah was already starting to get tired of this conversation, there was no use in postponing it. Though...

"Say..." The young Exorcist spoke, as if getting a sudden idea. "Back at Headquarters, right before I left the Order..." He looked at the shadow with intent in his eyes. "The sobs I heard − it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who affected me like that."

There was no response.

"Answer me, damn it."

Still nothing.

Alright, that did it. The Noah could go fuck himself. Allen's patience wasn't bottomless, either, despite everything. Not to mention he was tired and obviously not looking forward to mind games at the moment.

It took a blink of an eye before the mirror was wrapped back in the towel, placed inside of the boy' bag once again.

Throwing himself on top of the bed, Allen cuddled into the sheets. At least they were thick and seemed warm, unlike the temperature in this room, which could be simply described as 'cold as hell'. This was one of the main reasons why the boy wasn't fond of winter, especially at times like these.

He found himself drifting off to sleep when a sudden sound made him snap out of his tired daze. Allen was a bit confused what it was or where it came from at first − it sounded like something similar to knocking − or rather hitting − something against something. Glass?

Timcanpy was outside the window and it was obviously trying to get in, though the transparent barrier was preventing it from doing so. So it was hitting the glass instantly−

Wait, didn't the golem look kind of as if it were in panic?

Allen got on his feet as soon as he noticed Tim's weird behavior, opening the window without a second thought−

"Oof!" The boy let out a surprised sound as the golden creature flew right straight into its Master's face. Then, almost instantly, it started flying in circles above him, flapping its wings so fast that a sparrow would be jealous.

"Geez, Tim..." Allen rubbed his head in pain. "What's wrong? Did something−"

The boy didn't finish his question, however.

Next thing he knew, the doors to his room burst open without warning. The sudden loud noise of the action made him almost jump in shock. Eyes wide, his gaze traveled to the door frame almost immediately.

And then−

"It's about damn time!" The person spoke, slightly out of breath. Irritation was written all over his face.

"K-Kanda?" The boy was so startled that he didn't even notice when the name left his lips.

What was he doing here? Wait, how the hell did he even find him in the first place? And − most important of all − was the fact that Kanda burst into his room right now... actually a good thing or not?

Nayru's Note: At the time I've been writing this chapter, our knowledge about the Fourteenth's character was close to zero. I still have no idea what kind of personality this Noah actually has, so I'm sorry if I make him look out of character. It's all for the sake of making − or rather attempting to make − the story more interesting, honest.
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