Full Summary: How are you supposed to explain to your past self why you're younger than him? Allen (with Neah body-hijacking) travels back in time to meet Neah, Cross, and himself, keeping his true identity a secret. Someone should have warned him that they were all troublemakers. Plus, what's with the whole destroying both Innocence and Noah plan they've come up with? And, most importantly, how come his past self is completely human? .crack and fun and bonding. gen.

The Winter I Found Myself; chapter one

Time travel was a disorientating thing. He had only used Time Record a few times after it had chosen Allen as its second wielder, and never for more thn a jump of a minute or so. Around him, golden and white lights flashed continuously.

Please don't throw up on our body, Neah said in his mind. Allen mentally rolled his eyes at his slightly unwelcome hijacker as around the two consiousness' body golden light spun faster and faster.

It's my body, idiot. And the entire reason we have do this is because neither of us can remember anything about the past, so it's partly your fault.

I don't do it on purpose! It's your stupid Innocence that's blocking your memories. I'm just a victim.

The bickering distracted Allen from the fact that he was now falling down instead of through the past. "Eeeeeeiii!" a scream tore from his lips as the ground beneath him focused into a very solid cobblestone road. He landed painfully on his face. For a second, he didn't want to get up. His nose had brushed the stones, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

You're such a crybaby, Neah said.

"It's an automatic reaction! I'm not crying!" Allen yelled back. There was a pause as he realized he'd said that out loud.

We've really got to work on you keeping stuff in your head, Neah said.

I know, Allen said, for once agreeing with his body-jacker.

Lifting himself off the ground with a groan, he looked around. There were several people lining the sidewalks looking back at him, with food stands and other attractions. He was in the middle of the street, in front of a huge horse-drawn carriage. The black horse snuffled its nose at him, shifting its big brown eyes. Allen felt something drip down his lip, and he lifted a hand, gingerly feeling the blood pouring from his nose. It was winter in the past, a far cry from the warm summer he had left in the future.

I don't think it's broken, Neah volunteered, otherwise you'd be crying a lot more.

I wasn't crying! Allen snapped even as he stood up quickly, giving hasty bows to all the surrounding people. "S-sorry," he said, and then once he felt like he'd apologized enough, he ran for the hills.

Method of Time Travel

Miranda Lotto had died one month prior to the time-jump.

She had been run though by a level-three before Time Record could stop it, and Allen was the only one there to hold her hand as her life-blood bled out from her chest. He was also the only to see the Innocence glow brighter and brighter until it suddenly latched onto his forearm, just as Miranda breathed her last. He had been crying too hard to understand what was going on, but once reinforcements arrived much too late, clarity began coming. The choking feeling of Apocryphos' near presence warned Allen that telling anyone about his new weapon would be a bad idea. He just helplessly shook his head when other exorcists asked him what had happened to Time Record.

Because Miranda Lotto died, Allen Walker had two Innocence weapons and zero explanations for why.

Guess Who

A minute after our protagonist and his extra mind-cargo made a fantastic exit, a certain red-haired man stepped out of the casino on the corner. He was laughing iends, a deeply tanned golden-eyed man and another red-head with a wide-brimmed hat. "I swear you get better and better at cheating everyday," Neah said, punching his friend in the arm. "We've yet to find a match for the great Allen Walker in poker!"

Allen rolled his blue-silver eyes, trying to hide his grin and be a serious adult. He was twenty-three, after all. "If that day comes, I'll dress up like a girl, Neah. Meaning: never gonna happen."

On the other side of him, Cross laughed deeply. He was physically the oldest of the trio, at twenty-five. "Neah, we've gotta find his match now. We can't back down from a prize like that."

Neah playfully tugged on Allen's long mid-back length ponytail. "He would make such a pretty girl, wouldn't he?"

Allen was distracted from the conversation when he saw how many people were gathered outside. Common people gathered together, looking at the middle of the street, then up at the sky. Allen stared suspiciously at the drops of blood on the cobblestones, but he didn't see anything else.

"What happened?" he murmured to a woman next to the trio. She looked up at him, blushed (they all did that) and then explained.

"A-a boy fell from the sky," she said, fluttering her eyelashes.

Allen shared an interested look with Neah and Cross. "Really now?" he said. "And where might this young chap be?"

The woman curled a finger around her hair, then slowly pointed down the street. "He ran away in that direction." After looking down in the aforementioned direction and seeing no strange boy, Allen rolled his eyes and tightened his collar, the November air was cold. "Oh, well. He must have been terribly scared," the woman said, turning towards Allen and reaching for his arm. "Would you-",

"Nope," Allen said, and they made a speedy exit away from the hungry cougar who had explained the situation.

"Never heard of a boy falling from the sky before," Neah said.

"Think it's holy war related?" Cross said in a quieter tone as Neah effortlessly called up the ark gate to return home.

"Probably not. Your Innocence didn't react to anything?" Allen asked Cross. The man shook his head, hand straying down to his waist where the gun rested. "And if Neah's Noah-senses didn't tingle, as the only fully human person of this group, I'm going to go ahead and say that it was probably just people hallucinating."

As the innards of the Ark whirred around them, Neah cleared his throat. "By the way, my dearest friend, don't think we'll forget that deal you offered. Better go dress shopping cause Cross and I will find you the best opponent in the world."

Our lovable future Allen and his attractive body hijacker

After wiping his nose the best he could, Allen cautiously left the dirty alleyway he had hid in and slowly walked down the street, looking around at the world thirty years in the past. Things seem close to the same, he thought. The dresses and suits are a little off, though. The shops were new but antiquated a to his eyes.

Can we find a hotel? I'm tired, Neah complained.

It's not even your body, Allen said, feeling like he was repeating himself.

It's my body if my mind is in it, Neah said peevishly. Unless you find away to give me my own, I am going to stay here.

That was true.

But, Allen said, as he spotted a trashy-looking "Homely Inn" several meters away, maybe I could transfer you into your own body. Make your past self live with your sass.

Very funny, Neah thought back. I'm much cooler now though. You got the deluxe package.

Hardly a deluxe package when you can't even remember how you got here, idiot.

A few minutes later, Allen was warming up his limbs in the dirty lobby of the inn. "Please, just one night," he begged, giving the innkeeper his best doe eyes. Neah had told him they were a powerful force. Of course, the blood on his collar and the red scar running down on side of his face offest it, but that was okay. The moustached man mulled over it. "One night," he declared. "But if you don't have payment for me by tomorrow night, I will kick you out on the streets. No freeloaders at Homely."

"Yes sir," Allen said. How am I going to get money?

Gambling.

I don't want the mafia after me again, though!

They don't exist here yet, idiot. You're about fifteen years off.

Oh.

"And whose name might I be putting down?" the innkeeper asked Allen. Allen jumped, realizing he couldn't give his own name. "Ahh- Lee. Sam Lee."

Are you using that hot girl's last name? Neah asked.

Her name is Lenalee, not 'hot girl,' and yes, I am.

Whatever.

Fun Fact about My Body, by Neah Campbell

After some experimentation at the Black Order a while ago, the scientists concluded that because of Allen's Innocence and my Noah-genes fueling our body, it doesn't need sleep because the human part of it is so small. It's like a human body on steroids, but better cause Allen sometimes gets my sexy golden eyes. However, stupidly, us two consciousnesses residing in Allen's skinny body need a lot of rest, more than usual. I think it's because Allen tries to argue with me so much.

On a funner note, if both of us fall asleep but forget to lay the body down in a restful position, it's apparently "freaking creepy." Reever informed us of this. I guess our body will just stand there staring glassy-eyed at nothing until one of us wakes up. I'm planning on using this superpower to freak out my chosen victims, but Allen has to fall asleep first.

Neah, what the heck do you mean "my body?" It's my body. Not yours. And don't call me skinny.

Sure, Allen. Just keep drinking your milk.

With the past Allen and company

The Cambell manor had been abandoned for years. After what happened between Neah and Mana, Mana hadn't returned since. Too busy playing Millenium Earl.

So, of course, the trio of trouble took up residence there. While there was a perpetual pile of dirty laundry (there were three idiotic boys living there), Cross kept it fairly clean. The manor was huge, providing room after room for their experiements and studies. (Innocence tended to be voliatile).

"We're going into town again tomorrow," Neah said, sprawled across the couch in front of the fireplace. Looking up from his book, Allen wrinkled his nose. "Did you guzzle all the milk again? I need at make my own private ice chest."

"Cross and I need to find you an opponent. Seeing you crossdress is just too tempting," his friend said, golden eyes twinkling. Groaning, Allen tossed his book at Neah, nearly hitting Cross who was cross-legged on the floor, cleaning his gun.

"Cross, tell him! My cheating skills need rest! Look at these quaking hands!" As if to prove his point, Allen held out his two flesh hands, wiggling his fingers. "They're shaking from exertion! I just don't have the stamina you non-humans do."

Cross met Neah's eyes. "We're going into town tomorrow," he said, smirking.

"You guys are all obsessed perverts," Allen huffed, standing up. "I'm going to bed." He grabbed the candleholder and left the room, his friend's laughs echoing down the long dark hall behind him.

I still can't believe that you chose the name "Sam." Do you want to get beat up on the street? I can't believe I'm inhabiting such a nerd.

"Well, I like it. I don't hear any genius suggestions from you," Allen said aloud since they were alone in the dank hotel room.

At least I didn't steal someone's last name. 'Walker' was Mana's, if I recall. "Recall" was a loose term, though, since neither of them remembered anything about the past.

The barb was meant to be lighthearted, but it reminded Allen of the painful fact that he still didn't have his memories and was no closer to getting them. "You didn't remember anything either?"

In his mind, Neah shook his head. Nothing. Whatever wiped us got us good. I still say it's your evil Innocence.

"Right. First task: find Allen Walker, past version." He didn't have any idea what to do after that, because how could he explain the entire situation to his past self? Hey, I'm you from the future but I'm younger than you- Would he even want to tell the past Allen Walker about all the horrific things that had happened?

We are so gonna fail, Neah muttered. I'm going to sleep. Don't forget to lay down our body.

It's my body!

With Sam-Allen and Neah

After receiving way too many dirty looks from the innkeeper when leaving the inn, Allen decided that maybe changing their first goal to getting money. He didn't want to start out his past life by racking up debt. The glittering golden building labeled "Casino" was like a beacon from easy-money heaven. Allen slipped into the open doors, unnoticed by the two burly guards who were arguing with a man in a top hat. His small frame, not quite hit puberty, had its advantages.

The scene inside was familiar to him. I guess some things don't ever change, Allen thought. Men angrily pounded their fists upon seeing the hands they had been dealt, scantily dress women eyed the luckiest winners, and sharply-dressed waiters and waitresses carried various liquid forms of intoxication to everyone. Even though the furniture was vastly different from casinos Allen had seen in the future, the undertone was the same.

It was his element.

You are a seriously messed up kid, Neah noted. Cross broke your psyche, I'm pretty sure.

Ignoring the Noah, Allen immediately zeroed in on his target game. He had the perfect outfit for cheating; long sleeves that appeared fitting but were loose enough to slip cards up them and gloved hands (while his arm was no longer red, the crystal-like black texture still drew curious eyes).

Black-booted feet confidently stepped forward onto rich red carpet. Sam Lee was ready to play.

45 min later.

Neah was pretty sure he was inhabiting the body of another kind of demon. Was there another kind apart from akuma? The kind that had the innocent blue-eyed smile of a kid but was a heartless swindler?

Because, holy crap, that kid could cheat. There was an obscene amount of chips in front of their body, and at least three women had tried to come onto the kid (he was like fifteen? desperate much). After seeing defeat after defeat of large, balding, sweating men, Neah was just about ready to take a cat nap in Allen's mind when a new opponent smoothly slipped into the wooden chair across the table.

Something in his memories twinged, but even without the vague recognition he felt, making the connection was easy. The opponent had a familiar teasing smile, blue-silver eyes, spiky bangs, and held his cards the same way Sam did.

Sam, Neah said urgently.

I know, Sam responded.

"Hello," the man across from them said. "My name is Allen Walker. And who might I have the pleasure of facing today?"

Next Chapter: "There's no way in Hades I can let my past self beat me in poker."

Pretending you don't know what Innocence or the Noah memory is can be kind of hard to do when you have both inside your body, and quick thinking can only go so far. How can Sam not make his past friends suspicious?

Thanks for reading!