Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own D. Gray-Man.

"TIM!" Allen shouted, looking from side to side in search for the small golem.

He stopped, small gasps escaping him as he gazed up towards the sky.

"Tim?" The white haired teen whispered. Something was wrong, that much was clear. The 14th had made an appearance as well as Apocryphos, how things could get worse… Worry churned in his lower stomach, he was just about to yell his companion's name again but a childish, familiar voice interrupted him.

"14th…"

Allen turned around, clutching his left arm as he stared up at the unmistakable form that belonged to the Millennium Earl.

The big body was slight leaned forward in a threatening manner, the inhuman grin as usual plastered on a gray narrow face.

Nothing about the man even hinted human.

Allen shivered as the smile seemed to widen even more, making the already demonic face look even more… well, demonic.

A look of pure horror dominated Allen's face as the hand that clutched his currently unusable innocence tightened.

The Earl grinned as he reached into his inner pocket and took out a… Balloon?

'What?' Was the only thought that passed Allen's mind as he stared at the ridiculous colored balloon.

The being took a deep breath, causing impossible breezes to form at the sudden vacuum. Allen honestly didn't think that it could get more ridiculous as the fat man actually blew air into the flat balloon.

He shuddered in disgust as the Earl's eyes seemingly popped out from his skull at the intensity, had it been a drawing Allen would surely have laughed but right now it only made the sight of the Earl even more terrifying.

'Or… Maybe it isn't the Earl'. Allen suddenly thought unsurely.

While the Earl's trail of thoughts usually was beyond Allen, this just seemed strange. The demon-eye Noah had said that he would serve as a bait in order to lure out Apocryphos, so why would the demented man go after him now?

A sudden core-shocking bolt of electricity harshly interrupted his pondering. Allen let out a strangled shout as he fell to the ground.

He cursed as he angrily bit down on the metal cuff that adorned his right wrist. Allen vaguely recalled something about being zapped if he was more than 20 meters away from Johnny. The white haired teen growled.

He had already left the order yet it's inventions still haunted him.

Allen knew that it was impossible for him to bite off the metal cuff, but he was sure that Red had taken over him in that moment as he continued to chew on the cuff in anger.

"Well. Look. I. Caught. You!" The broken sentence caused Allen to look up and he stuttered in surprise.

"Wha!" He shouted in alarm as he narrowly avoided the now inflated balloon. How in the seven levels of hell could a balloon, a freaking balloon, be strong enough to break the ground that he stood on?!

Allen didn't have time to ponder that thought as he stared in horror at the Earl that suddenly started to grow. The usual jacket that snugly fit around the being got shredded as the arms and upper body grew in size.

"It's me… Neah… Why are you running away…"

Allen couldn't do anything but stare at the unusual sight. He had never seen the Earl like this and he found that he would rather keep it like that.

"Don't you… recognize… me?"

Allen felt the usual panic creep up his spine as he roughly tried to shake Crown Clown into use. He cursed as no sign of activation could be seen from his innocence.

A sudden calm enveloped him as he suddenly was shoved to the back of his mind.

"Yo. Earl." His voice suddenly greeted. Allen looked on in despair as his body suddenly started to move without his permission.

'Hush, nephew." The familiar voice suddenly shushed him as something sneaked around his arms and legs, preventing any movement.

Allen growled, he wouldn't just sit still like a good child when the 14th apparently decided to make his move. With the worst timing as possible as well.

'LET ME OUT!" Allen shouted at the Noah currently possessing his body.

Neah ignored him as he started to step backwards with a mischievous look on Allen's face.

The Earl was completely still, staring at him in wonder and longing yet with a hatred that burned in his eyes.

"Neah, Neah, Neah, Neah, Neah…" He chanted as he made two steps forward in the direction Allen/Neah was.

Neah smirked as he controlled the body to run away from the Earl, chuckling as he started the hunt.

Allen suddenly forced his mind to completely twist in the chains that kept him. The action bore fruit as he momently was back in his body.

The sudden change of environment caused him to stall for a second and that was all the Earl needed.

A big hand crushed into the side of his body causing him to crash into the unforgiving wall.

He let out a cough as he heaved himself onto the arm that had gone with him through the wall.

"ALLEN!"

Allen looked at the source of the scream, Johnny who had seemingly narrowly avoided the sudden shower of rocks and cement, was less than 5 meters away from the Earl's arm.

His heart twisted in worry at the sight of his friend, this really wasn't good.

Allen gritted his teeth as he jumped over the hand that had attempted to punch him a second time.

"Stay back, Johnny!" He cried out.

The arm that he had just barely dodged crashed into him and he let out a choked scream as the back of his head collided with the wall down the alley.

He closed his eyes as his head pounded in protest at the rough treatment.

He rather felt than saw how the Earl's bigger form leaned over him.

"Neah?" The voice wasn't anything like the one he had heard thousands of times before, gone were the mocking and clown-like tone, now it only sounded so small and broken. The sudden urge to embrace the Earl almost overwhelmed him but the horror at the thought and the killing headache as well as the sore areas spread over his body prevented any movement. Thankfully.

Something wet landed on his face, it felt like… Water?

It wasn't raining. Allen knew that, the smell of rain wasn't in the air nor was the supposedly raindrops hitting anywhere but his face.

Tears? Was the Earl crying?

The thought of that was almost… unthinkable. Yet the almost nonexistent sobs coming from the form before him begged the differ.

Something gripped him and dragged him away from his earlier position against the wall.

He could faintly hear his name being shouted and immediately connected the voice to Johnny. Allen slowly opened his eyes and saw the face of his friends drenched in tears and sweat. He looked terrified.

His throat was parched and he had to clear it two times before he could manage to even for a word.

"Get away from me…" He whispered.

"Never!" Johnny denied, "I won't leave you here, we'll get away together!"

Allen stared at Johnny. He… was a good friend, but it was too late.

He couldn't fight and his innocence was unusable at the moment, Allen was too weak to run and Johnny was too weak to carry them both, too weak to even attempt to fight the Earl.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" The sudden scream of rage seemed to stun both Johnny and Allen, Johnny because he was terrified and Allen because he had never heard such a humane voice from the Earl.

Something suddenly tore Johnny away from Allen and he gasped in pain as he fell to the ground.

Pictures started to flow through Allen's mind, Road protecting Mana, a furious Neah looming above them, and the dead body of Katerina D. Campbell.

A scream of pain escaped Allen as the foreign pictures pierced through his mind. Somewhere at the back of his head he could feel Neah move in displeasure.

A man with long red-brown hair and glasses suddenly occupied his vision, the man was gently hugging a younger Mana who was clinging onto the man like his life depended on it.

"It's okay. We have always been here-"

The melodic voice disappeared together with the pictures before Allen could make sense of them.

He sat completely still, the shock of the foreign memories preventing the brain from registering the current danger that he was in.

"Mana… MANA IS THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING!" The howl of rage snapped Allen out from his stupor, he glared towards the maniac Earl whose face was starting to lose it's non existing cool.

"He killed Neah…" The Earl choked out.

Allen stared. A familiar face was visible between the Earl's teeth.

It was older than he was used to all those years ago and more worn but still recognizable. Everything was suddenly unclear, the only thing he could see clearly was the face of his adoptive father, Mana Walker.

He opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, anything, but the words escaped him. Like he had lost the ability to speak during the heartbreaking reveal.

"Mana…?" He finally managed to whisper, staring at the face that belonged to his father in wonder.

Soon the new information caught up with him, the Millennium Earl was his Mana!?

He wanted to deny it, he wanted to rage, to cry, and scream at the injustice. The Earl was evil! He couldn't be Mana! It was implausible, impossible.

Tears started to run down his face freely, as he stared up at the being known as the Millennium Earl. Said Earl was gone in his rage and hatred for Mana. He didn't notice the way that Neah's host looked at him. Not that it mattered since he couldn't remember the small boy he had walked alongside all those years ago.

Allen was just about to shout his denial and demand answers when Neah's ghost hands wrapped around him in a hug and drew him into the depths of his minds.

He cried and shouted and he was sure that he had never been so angry with anyone before as he was with Neah. Neah who he had never managed to hate despite everything, Neah who seemingly made it his life's goal to take over Allen's body.

The melodic voice that belonged to Neah washed over him and Allen felt how the fight left his body, leaving him with the crushing feeling of betrayal.

"It's okay." Neah spoke gently, cradling and rocking Allen back and forth.

Allen wanted to demand a reason for his sudden change of attitude but the exhaustion was wearing him to a thread, he sobbed and allowed the Noah to continue with his antics.

He would lie if he said that it wasn't soothing.

Letting out one last choked sob, Allen allowed himself to fall into oblivion. Hoping that everything was just a bad dream and that he would wake up and find himself back at the Black Order with his friends.

Neah watched as his host and nephew fell unconscious, while he felt regret that Allen would have to be sacrificed in order for him come back to life, it didn't stop him.

He coldly observed the teens face, comparing the nose, the cheeks and eyebrows with the Allen from the past.

Neah gently pressed the smaller body towards him in a hug, it didn't go a day when he didn't recall the past. He missed his brother, his Mana but he also missed his friend. He missed Allen who despite his dislike for the war saved him, one of the most powerful and important war factors and protected him when he was at his weakest moment.

But… That was in the past and so it should stay. Why mourn over something that would never come back? Mana seemed to have destroyed his memories and Allen seemed to have forgotten as well.

Leaving him all alone.

Hell, not even Cross was around anymore.

The musician closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as he almost crushed the younger body of his dear friend closer.

"This… is goodbye… My dearest friend." He mumbled into the teens white hair as he breathed in the scent of fresh lilies. His scent.

He let out a wet laugh, lilies had always been Allen's favorite flowers.

"My, I never thought I'd see you cry over poor little me!" An impossible familiar voice teased. Neah opened his eyes and gazed over towards the cause of the voice, the sight left him staring with eyes wide open in shock.

"A-Allen?!"

"Hellu, Neah!" The brown with a reddish tint haired man laughed with a sheepish expression plastered on his face. The shorter man, the dead and long forgotten man, rubbed the back of his head like Neah had seen him do thousands of times before every time he messed up something that is.

Neah's facial expression went from shock to pure anger and annoyance.

"You were alive all this time, you bastard!?" He shouted out in anger, red angry ticks appearing.

Allen laughed his usual sheepish laugh.

"I was never gone you know? You're currently cradling my younger form after all." He protested halfheartedly.

The musician gripped the unconscious younger Allen tightly before he practically teleported to the shorter man before him. Not wasting anytime he dragged the other's form forward into a tight hug making sure not to drop the younger Allen as he went.

The older Allen stumbled a bit in surprise before he gently hugged Neah back, embracing his younger form as well.

They stood like that for a while, hearing each other's heartbeats and allowing the comforting familiar scent to drown the smell of blood and grime.

"You have a lot of things to clear up."Neah darkly stated, a dark aura spilling out around him.

The older Allen was quiet for a minute, not answering and just stared at the furious yellow eyes.

"I know. However that will have to wait." Neah opened his mouth in protest but Allen's warning glare stopped him.

"Don't look at me like that, Neah. You know as well as I do that being here just slows down the time, not stop it. If you don't hurry then Mana might shake himself out from the stupor before you can do anything."

Neah growled before he let out a slightly hysterical laughter. He had missed just as much as he despised his rational Allen.

Huffing he pushed his nephew towards the older Allen who in surprise caught him.

"If you're gone when I return then I'll simply erase his presence." He stated looking at his friend over his shoulder with one glowing yellow eye, a warning clear in them.

Allen smiled knowingly, "No, you won't.".

Neah smirked.

"You're right, no, I won't."

Neah opened his eyes, he inspected Crown Clown and smirked as the innocence regained its natural form as Allen's left arm.

Speaking of which, Crown Clown was something that he and Allen as well as the younger Allen would have to speak about. The past Allen had never owned Innocence which meant that he must have obtained it after he became Neah's host.

It didn't matter now however. Neah gazed up at the big form that belonged to his beloved older brother, he looked so confused and hurt. The usual protective instinct twisted within him but he ignored it for the moment.

He had waited for 35 years, he could wait some more.

He smiled gently up towards Mana, opening his arms as if he was about to embrace the man.

"Hello, Earl." He casually said, smiling up at the man.

Mana stared at him, tears running down his cheeks, the sight was truly heartbreaking.

He made another attempt at getting the larger man to respond, blasting of another disarming smile.

"It's me. Neah." He spoke softly.

Mana whispered the name before suddenly breaking, a look of pure desperation flashed over his facial features as the costume imploded.

An older Mana dropped down from the costume's mouth and immediately embraced Neah as he fell.

Mana started to mumble nonsense as he tightly held onto the musician. Neah closed his eyes, enjoying his brother's hug.

A part of him demanded him to kill Mana now that he had the chance but Mana's mumblings stopped him.

"Neah… Neah who betrayed me… Neah who tried to destroy me…"

The arms tightened around Allen/Neah's neck.

"Neah… Who I destroyed…"

Mana sobbed openly in the other's shoulder.

"I hate you… Mana's Neah…"

Neah stopped completely. Staring over his brother's shoulder in sadness.

He harshly shut his eyes before returning the choking hug.

Adam's arms tightened even more, he pressed his nose closer to Neah's neck and breathed in the scent of lilies.

The scent was comforting and reminded him of something. Something he missed and craved.

It was the scent… the scent of Mother, of brother, of child, of… of his heart.

Something within Adam suddenly roared in loss and the need to keep Neah close to him almost overpowered everything else.

He loved his Noah family but not even their comfortable accepting presence could rival the presence of Neah and… Who? WHO?!

"Who… Who is beside Neah?" He whispered harshly.

He had to know, pictures flashed through his mind. The scenes quality reminded Adam of the movies, with their yellow tone and flimsy scenes.

A man with brown reddish hair… A child with Innocence as an arm. A child that reminded him of the man…

A child he held onto, a child who he named. Who was it that walked with him until the end?

The memory flashes continued, a grave… Mana with Adam's child… A dog… Disgusting humans hurting Adam's child!

Why couldn't he remember.

A name…

A name was everything he needed!

Al-N W-Er

Aln… Alln… Alle… Allen… Walker.

ALLEN WALKER!

Adam forcefully teared Mana's Neah away from him, staring intensively at Neah's host's face.

The hair was wrong, and the scar shouldn't be there either.

But everything else, from the eyes to the shape of the face, everything on that face belonged to him.

Neah stared at Mana uneasily, something was wrong. He had been completely still before he teared Neah away from him. Even though there was a gap between their bodies now Mana still held onto his shoulders like his life depended on it.

The man was staring at his face and Neah couldn't help but hope that he had managed to remember something.

"A… Allen Walker…?"

Neah shivered in foreboding, something was wrong…

"My Heart…"

… What…

"WE GOT YOU NOW ALLEN WALKER!" A foreign voice suddenly shouted, interrupting whatever the Earl was about to say.

Neah cried out in pain as an electric shock suddenly struck through him and restrained him.

"Neah?" He heard Mana ask, he sounded so small and uncertain, but Neah knew better. He knew what was about to happen because of the Earl's mask that had already started to cover half of Mana's face.

Neah cursed as he was lifted into the air, a cube of energy surrounding him and keeping him contained.

Two of the pursuers from the Black Order rushed forward, pushing Mana to the side. Not seeing the Earl mask that was almost completely covering half of Mana's face, leaving the revealed eye pitch black.

The Earl stumbled backwards at the rough shove and stilled in silent shock.

Neah stared, fuck. Those two were going to die if they didn't get away now.

"Oi! You two get away from here!" He shouted. He might try to kill his other half but even he had a morality and letting two innocent men die because Mana was about to lose it was unfortunately not below him.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly as no one listened.

"Neah?" Mana asked again, attempting to touch the wall of energy that kept him away from his two most precious.

"Walker, give up!" The man that stood to the right shouted. He was clearly about to say more but something resembling a branch suddenly pierced through his head.

Everything slowed down as Neah closed his eyes in defeat as the other un-stabbed man screamed out in shock.

"I'm being absorbed?" The finder whispered in stunned horror, staring at his friend as he exploded in a shower of small golden lights.

Neah opened his eyes slightly as the Earl cackled in delight.

"Walker… What have you done?" The remaining finder questioned as he stared at the place where his friend had been just a second ago.

"I'm not Allen!" Neah shouted, the man might survive if he left now. "Hurry and go before you end up like hi-"

Neah didn't manage to get any further as the same branch shot towards the finder. The finder who couldn't be older than 30 let out a shriek of terror and held up his shield.

Neah let out a wounded sound, nothing save Innocent and Dark Matter could stop that attack. True to his word the man was soon pierced by the Earl's bladed tendril and absorbed.

The Earl let out a satisfied hum before he turned back towards his precious musician in his precious child's body.

"Neah and Allen." He mumbled as he stared up at Allen's body that still was suspended in the air, "I miss my Neah and Allen, I want my Neah and Allen back." He continued to chatter, clearly long gone.

Neah frowned, something was obviously not quite right here.

The tendrils that resembled branches started to expand themselves from the Earl, twisting towards his direction.

Neah gave a grim smile, "Are you going to devour me again Mana?".

Everything stilled. The tendrils completely stopped and while they didn't go back to the Earl they didn't make any move to make contact with Neah either.

A chilling laughter suddenly shook the barely intact windows in the alley. Neah almost shuddered at the chilling sound. Almost nothing scared him any longer but his brother's laugh of insanity was one of the few things that never stopped creeping him out.

"My poor, poor, poor misguided Neah!" Mana laughed, an edge of insanity clear on the worn face. "I'm not Mana~ I'm Adam!" He giggled, "I wanna tear you into tiny bits for the offense, I don't like Mana~ But you're my precious Neah so I'll let you slip." The Earl was practically glowing at him now, the bastard.

A possessive look suddenly crossed the Earl's face and he took some shaking steps forward.

"My Neah." He insisted as he glared at the energy cube.

He flickered his hand and the last protective layer that originally was meant to restrict Allen but had started to serve as a protection barrier between Neah and Mana shattered, causing Neah to fall at the loss of support.

Neah did expect to fall to the ground, he expected the impact to hurt, he also expected Mana to either hastily pick him up or attempt to devour him again.

What he didn't expect, however was the ring of talismans that surrounded him and practically yanked him away from the Earl.

The Earl seemed just as surprised as he was but the surprise quickly changed into fury and panic. He made a movement as if he was about to follow the painted papers that was currently trying to take his brother, take his precious Neah away from him.

The thought of anything taking either Neah or Allen away from him made him panic. They were HIS! They couldn't be allowed away from him, they were going to stay with him forever.

Tears started to roll down the Earl's face again as he pictured a life without Allen and Neah now that he knew that they existed. It would be so cold without his heart and his other half, he needed them to feel whole and safe!

The same talismans that was warped around Neah appeared and wrapped themselves around the sobbing Earl who shouted out his desperation.

A blond man with two moles on his forehead appeared, the man -Lenk? Wink? Link? Neah couldn't remember- rushed forwards and took the unconscious body that belonged to Johnny before running away from the Millennium Earl.

Neah let out a surprised shout as the talismans around him faithfully followed the escaping man. Casting one last look at the openly sobbing Earl, he allowed his eyes to close as he was dragged away.

Allen would have a field day after this meeting.

Adam couldn't do anything but stare and weep as his precious brother/child was dragged away from him. A whimper escaped his lips as he saw how Neah's beautiful eyes closed.

He wanted those eyes open!

He wanted those eyes to look at him and his Noah family only! Rotten humans didn't deserve his precious Neah, or even deserve to breath the same air as his beloved Allen!

The same longing that for some reason always stayed in his lower stomach suddenly exploded in intensity. He had never understood what he longed for but now he did.

He longed for his brother and child, he longed for his other half and his heart, he longed for Neah and Allen.

Adam continued to stare at the man who was responsible for his precious family's abduction.

He promised himself right there and then that the man with two moles would die the most torturous death. He would die screaming and pleading for mercy, a mercy that Adam would never give him!

-End of Chapter 1-

AN: Whoop, whoop! :D Next chapter will be out next Saturday!