Here's the Allen!Mammon story so many people at Keep Walking asked for!

Oh. My. Gosh. This story. Just. This.

I actually wrote it. I never thought I would get it done. I mean, it's not long, but it was a pain in the ass.

Anyway, I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or D. Gray-Man.

They were all dead.

Piled up, one on top of the other. Like some twisted pyramid, with unseeing eyes that judged him for failing them.

Lenalee, Krory, Miranda, Johnny, Komui.

And the Earl was smiling, grinning eerily down at him from the very top of the hill of corpses. His pointed shoes dug into Chouji's face. And the corpse, his expression angry even in death, didn't move.

"Fourteenth!" the Earl sang, twirling his golem umbrella through the air in glee.

Allen, tragic lonely Allen, gritted his teeth, begging for the tears to stop falling. He needed to focus on getting vengeance for his friends, for Mana, for everyone that had been hurt by the fat false-clown before him.

"Moyashi," Kanda growled as he reached up to briskly wipe away a stream of blood from his forehead.

"We need to get away, Allen," Lavi informed the two remaining exorcists. "We're out numbered."

"You want to leave them here? You want to flee like cowards as our comrades are left behind!" Allen roared, his right hand gripped his Sword of Exorcism tightly.

"There are twelve of them and three of us, Allen!" Lavi shouted, throwing a despairing look over at the irritated Swordsman. "We need to leave and regroup!"

"You can go," Allen snarled. "I'll stay behind and save my friends."

"They're dead!" Lavi yelled. "They're dead," he whispered. "You can't save them."

Allen gritted his teeth. He swore to save humans and akuma, but what about his friends? If he fled, who was going to save them? He didn't want to leave them with the Noah, dead or not. They deserve to be buried, to have the Church honor their sacrifices.

They don't deserve to be left behind as they ran away like cowards.

"Pick your battles, Moyashi," Kanda barked when Allen began to open his mouth again. His teeth clicked together with a snap as he turned to glower at his fellow exorcist.

Allen stopped short at the man's distressed stare. Tears stained his face, mixing with blood left behind from a healing cut.

"They weren't just your friends, you midget clown," Kanda snarled, making a show of not turning around, not looking at the corpses that were drilling empty holes into his back.

Allen quieted down immediately. With one last suffering glance back, he followed after the swordsman.

But, Lavi stayed behind.

Confused, Allen twisted around, searching for his remaining friend.

He spotted him in an instant. The redhead was right behind him, his single eye wide in horror. Slowly, Allen's stare trailed downwards, focusing on the gray arm that speared through his chest, a flower of red spreading around the intruding appendage.

Lavi coughed up blood, splatting on the ground.

Tyki grinned widely over his shoulder, his crazed eyes staring into Allen's horrified pair.

'Your fault,' his stare said. 'If only you were stronger. If only you were better. If only, if only, if only. If only you died that night, if only Mana managed to kill you. They would have lived without the Curse of your friendship. They are dead because of you.'

Allen screamed.

"Voi, brat, just tell us. I'll let you have half of the cut," Squalo tried to bargain. The other involved members of the Varia, Levi, Lussuria, and a few grunts, watched the interaction with anticipation.

"Ushishishi," Belphegor giggled. "The Prince has more than enough money," the teen assassin informed the swordsman.

Squalo groaned. "Voi, what the fuck do you want then?"

Belphegor gave a sharp grin, but chose not to answer.

Mammon merely ignored their obnoxious betting pool, choosing to count his money a third time, just to be sure that it was enough to pay off Master Cross's debt to the Rosso Family. As a member of the Mafia, Mammon didn't need a past debt to effect his new comrades. It could only lead to fights and damages. Damages that Mammon would have to pull from their pays, including his own.

And no one got between Mammon and his money.

"Voi!" the temporary Boss of the Varia shouted angrily. "Tell us, brat!"

"Muu, Bel, all we want to know is Mammon's gender~" Lussuria pouted, wiggling in his seat. "It's not that big of a deal, is it?"

"Ushishishi, the Prince sees no reason why he should clue the peasants in," Bel informed the gathered grown men imperiously.

Mammon gently stacked a mound of euro, carefully making sure he didn't accidently misplace a single bill.

"Voi, Mammon!" Squalo screeched, standing up from his couch and pointing dramatically at the baby-sized miser. "Tell us your gender and we'll split the pool with you!"

"Mammon is obviously a male," Lussuria purred, his eyes drilling into Mammon's small form from behind his ridiculous glasses.

Levi huffed. "Shows what you know. The baby is obviously a girl, no man would be so delicate looking!" the Lightning Flame of the Varia argued, oblivious to the numerous murderous glares he received from the leaner members of the assassination team.

"Mammon is an interdimensional being that was sent to Earth in an attempt to bankrupt the society and make us indebt to their alien overlord," a red cloaked grunt babbled, his eyes nervously shifting in Mammon's direction as he spoke.

The room was silent as the officers absorbed the man's opinion.

"He means that Mammon's gender neutral?" a blue cloaked grunt amended hesitantly.

"Voi, Brat-Prince, keep your subordinate under control," Squalo ordered after a moment.

"Ushishishi, it would be the Prince's pleasure," he promised, eyeing the clearly insane grunt while he fingered one of his precious knives.

"Mammon, if you would just tell us…" Lussuria trailed off with a whine.

Mammon finally looked up from his money and huffed in amusement, a sound that only Bel seemed to catch. "The amount of money needed for that information would makes America's debt look like pocket change," Mammon stated blandly.

It was tempting, so very tempting, but Mammon needed to have his amusement somehow.

"He's obviously embarrassed that he's being mistaken for a girl," Lussuria crowed.

"Ha!" Levi snarled. "She obvious thinks this entire bet is an insult to her femininity!"

Mammon blinked, watching as the two idiots whipped out their weapons, Levi unsheathing his umbrella and Lussuria jerkily applying sports tape to his fists.

"Voi!" Squalo roared, interjecting with both his voice and his sword.

"If anyone is going to be mistaken for a woman," Mammon muttered quietly with a glare. "It would be our esteemed Rain Officer."

"Ushishishi," Bel giggled, saddling up to his favorite companion. "Don't mind the peasants, Mammy."

With a sigh, Mammon reached out to thread his small fingers through Belphegor's hair, careful of his precious crown.

Mammon was happy here.

There was no reason to remember the past when he had such wonderful comrades beside him. His life as Allen Walker was far behind him and there was no one who could drag him back into that world.

Don't you agree, Neah?

Yeah, that just happened. It's short, but I'm content with it.

So, this is 'before' cannon. Xanxus is still a ragecicle and Squalo is trying not to kill everyone. There will be a lot of flashbacks to Allen and Viper, but the main 'self' is Mammon.

I have absolutely no idea when I'll update this again, but it's definitely not very high on my priority list.

I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter!