Another writing challenge to the prompt: Little Fortune

I still have writers' block…so this three(or more) shot was born. SOMEONE PLS HELP GET RID OF THIS BLOCK-CT NEEDS TO BE WRITTEN.

A tribute to the Campbell brothers and Allen.

Chapter 1: And So The Boy Fell Into His Slumber

*Present*

The air was cold, and he was alone.

Allen forgot what being alone was like after spending so many years with Nea and Mana. Even when everything was changing, even when they got jobs and such, Nea and Mana always remained a constant in his life. It'd been that way for fifteen years.

Huh...that was actually really long ago...

Everything was so different now: Nea was gone, dead, and Mana...Mana went missing. He couldn't find him, not that he really wanted to. Allen...loved Mana but Mana had surely gone insane.

Not that Allen really blamed him after Nea...it was really to be expected.

Out of everybody, this did hurt Mana the most.

He sighed, chuckling softly and running his hand through his long hair, "Well...aren't we just a complicated bunch?"

Still...

It happened a long, long time ago.

Allen didn't remember exactly how or when he met Mana and Nea, he just knew that they were there. They met suddenly and were best friends ever since. People in Allen's villages called them triplets because they were never seen without each other.

Allen thought it was funny because in reality Nea and Mana were twins, and he was just a friend. It made them feel closer-like family. Ever since they were seven, they were inseparable.

A lot of the memories Allen had from his childhood were of Mana and Nea. Those times he recalled fondly because they were always filled with joy or laughter.

Those times were fun.

~Fifteen years prior~

Allen: Age 7

Nea and Mana: Age 7

They were running through that golden field. Allen tightly held onto Mana's hand, trying to keep up. It wasn't that he couldn't run as fast, but he was always embarrassed of why he had to hold Mana's hand.

(He got lost a lot, and Mana got sick of it, so when they walked around town or the field, Allen had to hold his hand. Katerina thought it was cute.)

"Keep up Mana, Allen!"

Mana laughed,"We're trying!"

"I'm going to get there first!"

Allen could see it in the distance: they were racing to one place. Mana and Nea liked to go to it a lot, they said that they felt connected to it.

"Mother and Father met there." Mana would explain.

"So this place is extremely important to us, so we come to it a lot." Nea would continue. It was like they were attached to the tree, whenever they went there it was like everything calmed down.

Mana got especially dramatic once they got there(they lost to Nea), "This is my favorite place to go. Mama always says that we can' forget this place, because if it was not for Father and her meeting her, we'd have never born."

"That sounds so sweet!" Allen exclaimed-even at seven he was a romantic.

"That's why it's important to you too, Allen!" Nea grabbed his other hand, smiling.

"Why?"

"If father never met our mother...if we were never born...we'd have never been friends!"

Oh...that's right...

Allen smiled back, "Then..I must be really lucky huh?"

~insertlinebreak-

*Present*

It was so fortunate of me to have met you…

Allen smiled tenderly at the memory, looking up the the sky. His hand was in his heart, "Well...we'll all meet again, right? In different circumstances I suppose." It was kind of sad to think of it that way, because he liked what the three of them had now.

Not a lot of people could say they were friends for so long. Not a lot of people could say the only thing that separated them was death-and the death of nearly thirteen people.

Mana stopped it from being thirteen dead, of course, so it only ended with eleven dead. Two were still alive.

And Nea…

...he'd be alive again eventually. Just like all of them would. Even Allen. Because they were Noah, and Allen agreed to be the host of a Noah.

~onsertlinebreak~

*Five years prior*

Nea and Allen had been so secretive eventually. They still hung out and talked with him frequently but Allen knew them too well.

Somewhere along the way, they got jobs. That was great for them of course, they were seventeen and mature. It was that they wouldn't tell him about their job or their coworkers.

Sometimes, he'd see other people surrounding them. When Allen would come, Mana would tell them to leave. Since some of them looked older than Mana, Allen expected some of them to refuse. They all left obediently, as if Mana had some power over them.

There were also random strangers calling to Mana. Sometimes he'd see Nea frantically shooing them off-and they did.

Allen began to get worried, until he heard their conversation. He had slept over, and they thought he was asleep.

"I...want to tell him…" Nea was saying, "We have to…"

"But that's dangerous!" Mana exclaimed, "I can't...Allen can't…" He sounded scared of something. Was it if Allen knowing? And if so, knowing what? He tried to not make a sound.

"But we're worrying him…" Nea reasoned, "I hate it when he worries. I feel so bad...don't you?"

He felt a shift in the bed, somebody was brushing his hair out of his face. It was probably Mana, because Mana was so mother-like. He was always like that, even when they were younger. He still pretended to be asleep.

"I don't want to put him in danger and...this isn't a fun game, Nea. This...what we are, it's dangerous and...I don't...want him to hate us…"

And that broke Allen's heart: whatever they were hiding, he'd never hate them, he loved them too much.

Then somebody was shaking him, "Allen, Allen wake up." Allen opened his eyes and stared at Nea and Mana. Nea had his hands on his shoulders.

"You slept in late, " Mana scolded, "Why are you so tired?"

Allen had slept in late-he told the truth.

"I've been studying a lot…"

"Have you? Well...I'm sorry, but I'm putting more stress on you by telling you this." Mana bit his lip guiltily.

That day, Allen learned everything. The Holy War, the Black Order, and their 'coworkers', the Noah Family.

Allen did cry, but he kept smiling. He was scared, but not of them, for them. What would he do if they died? If they lost? If they...were killed?

"Do you...hate-"

"No!" Allen interrupted, "I…can never hate you two...I'm not sure what I'll do about this...or how I feel about you and Nea doing this...but I can never hate you. I love you."

Both of them smiled; it was like sunshine. Allen never left them, not even after that. Instead, he wanted to be of use to them. Even if what they were doing was bad, he wanted to help them somehow.

He became apart of their 'family' somehow.

Mana and Nea hugged him tightly;

"We love you too!"

~*present*

Allen sighed again, deeply, "We'll get through this somehow...right? Nea, Mana?"

I was very fortunate to have met you

...even if I have no right to cry