Summary: His master said that the Ark would take him any where he desires. So, when he ended up in a peaceful town in Japan, Allen had to enjoy living as a normal teenager for once, where Natsume found him battered and bleeding from his latest fight. Unconsciously finding himself a human protector for both Ayakasi and human alike. Post-Timothy Arc. AU.

Note: I'll be bending some of the event that took place, but please don't mind it. As I don't want Allen to be anymore unstable with his own body for this story to work *SPOILER ALERT*– a.k.a when Neah took complete control of his body (also, if you haven't read the manga up to chapter 223, I'm sorry I've spoiled you ;u;) –. Also, I'll be following both anime for appearance (Hallow in DGM's case). I've read the latest chapter of each manga and, well, no I won't spoil. This story will most likely turn into slice of life(?) or friendship.

Also on another note: "The italics are when the characters speaks English." And "Normal conversation in Japanese."

With a shuddering breath, Allen took the hem of his exorcist uniform and clenched it between his teeth, tearing it in one swift move. With trembling fingers, he began to wrap the piece of cloth as a makeshift bandage for his bleeding torso – the one his Sword of Exorcism tore through – carefully before tying it firmly. He groaned at the added pressure, it felt restricting to his already battered body. But, Allen pushed the discomfort aside, as he knew well the consequence of leaving an open wound without proper treatment.

Allen grit his teeth, he could feel his back cracking as he moved for a more comfortable position against the cold concrete wall. It took him a great effort just to move his body. With sudden realization at his current predicament, he froze in fear as panic surges. He was powerless and weak, and being branded as traitor on both side was not a good news to him. Sooner or later the exorcist or akuma – or God forbid, the Noahs – would find him.

No... no, he couldn't let them find him. He wasn't a Noah, he wasn't a traitor... He wouldn't kill anyone who oppose him... He was Allen, Allen Walker. The one who wept for human and akuma alike... he would never betray his belief... right?

I just want... to...

Black clouded his vision, numbing him from the light shining below him and the gentle tug as he traveled across time.

Natsume watched sensei in fond amusement as the cat chased a small butterfly flying ahead of him. No matter how many times the cat denies it, he was still a cat by the heart. He watched the scene a few minutes longer before he decided that Nyanko-sensei shouldn't hurt the small butterfly with a promise of a trip to Nanatsujiya.

The cat immediately stopped to whip his head to Natsume's direction, mouth watering at the mention of the famous sweet shop.

"Come on, Natsume! What are you waiting for?" The cat demanded as it bounced towards Natsume with barely contained excitement.

Natsume laughed as he picked him up, "Sensei, have you gotten heavier?" he asked with a smile. As expected, sensei spluttered in clear indignation. Jabbing his stubby paw on Natsume's cheek with an incoming retort before he stopped abruptly.

Noticing the lack of scolding from his usual prideful sensei, Natsume stopped walking and heaved the frowning cat to his shoulder – he knew his sensei liked this position better when they investigate... the woods, something about height and freedom of movement it granted the cat – "What's wrong, Sensei?" Natsume asked curiously.

The cat was silent for a while, his slanted eyes narrowed as he continued to stare into the forest.

"I smell blood," At the look Natsume gave him, he quickly add. "It's not of youkai, but that of a human." With earlier humor forgotten, the teen ran towards the forest without hesitation. Natsume continued running at the direction Madara pointed at. Swatting the low tree branches out of his way, the two of them continued running on through the forest until they reached a small clearing with knee-high grass.

Madara smelled the air before he jumped off of Natsume's shoulder, running towards the edge of the clearing in a matter of minutes with Natsume following closely behind.

Natsume stopped abruptly at the sight that greeted him. There, slumped against the tree, was a white haired-man with various visible bruises littered across his body. Never in his life had he saw someone so heavily wounded as this man is, and the sight of blood patches across his body and the grass – he mutely realize that there's a pool of it – made him dizzy.

"Oh, God... we have to bring him to the hospital!"

"And risk people seeing two humans floating on thin air?" The cat cut sharply, giving Natsume a look of disapproval.

"We can't let him bleed out here! He's going to die! Sensei, please," Natsume pleaded as he catch the hidden meaning behind his teacher's comment.

The maneki-neko sighed, "Are you sure? We can't hide him in your room forever, Natsume. Touko-san would notice a heavily wounded stranger in your room. Would you risk it?"

Natsume glanced at the still bleeding man and nodded, he would explain the situation to Touko-san, and hopefully, she would understand. "It wouldn't hurt to try."

With a puff of smoke, Nyanko-sensei changed his form from a lucky-cat to the massive beast. Lowering himself to the ground to let Natsume put the body on his back carefully.

As the sandy-haired blonde propped the man's arm across his shoulder, Natsume tried hard not to flinch as the metallic smell invaded his nostril. With careful movement, Natsume slowly settled the wounded man on top of Madara's white fur.

When Natsume deemed him safely secured on Madara's back, he climbed up as well, holding the body firmly between him and Madara. He ignored the wetness on his shirt as the white beast leaped through the air with a low growl of 'hold on tight'.

Note: well, I think that's enough for the first chapter? Let me know what you think ok? I'll update at a later date, but I really just want to get this plot bunny out of my head because my precious cinnamon rolls (Allen and Natsume) are juuuuuust lovable.

Edit: January, 20, 2017. I forgot that the incident wasn't Mugen's sword.