Allen rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor, groaning softly. Allen stretched and yawned, rubbing his silver eyes as he stood up and went into the bathroom. He glanced at the mirror, half-expecting to see the Fourteenth staring back at him, then realizing that obviously, Neah was no longer within him.

He tore his gaze away from that piece of glass, and unbuttoned his nightshirt, revealing completely unscarred, pale skin. He traced the area where he had stabbed himself, not a single mark left after the incident, but somehow, he was still able to feel where it should have been.

He stepped into the shower, running his fingers through his colorless hair, relaxing under the heat of the water. He cleaned his out-of-shape body, completely in silence, as had been his pattern for the last month or so. Gingerly, he ran the sponge over his arm of innocence, wincing at the slight ache permeating throughout his body. The deathly boy finished up, stepping out and wrapping a towel around himself, grabbing his nightshirt and stepping out into his room. He threw the shirt onto the bed, and opened the drawers of his dresser.

He pulled out a white button-up and black jeans, sliding them on and doing up any buttons needed. He took out a black sweater and slipping it over his shirt, leaving the color and bottom of the shirt showing. Grabbing a red tie, he expertly tied it around his collar, not bothering to flip the sides down. He dragged socks and boots onto his feet, then he grabbed a book, left his room and softly strode into the cafeteria. He was greeted enthusiastically by Jerry, the head chef, to which he nodded emotionlessly to, and grabbed his single bowl of cereal and a spoon, sitting down at a lonely table in the back.

He silently ate, keeping his head down towards his food at all times, avoiding looking up even when he heard his name being called.

Someone poked his cheek. "Allen~? Allllllen?"

He looked up finally to glare at the redhead next to him.

"Well someone's grumpy."

"Good morning Allen!" Lenalee interrupted, sitting down across from the white haired boy.

Allen only blinked, then again cast his eyes downwards at his food.

"Still not talking..." Lavi said, glancing over to catch the green haired girl's worried look.

It was silent after that. With Allen no longer talking, and the other two awkwardly not knowing what to say. The former Noah host quickly ate his food, grabbing his book and depositing his bowl at the cleaning line. He trotted over to the library, finding his spot in the far back corner and sitting down, opening his book to the bookmarked page. He spent a couple hours comfortable reading, before glancing at the clock and getting up, heading out of the cozy room to head upwards towards his room. He went in, and placed his book down on his nightstand. He crouched down, and from under his bed he took out a black case, which inside, lay his unassembled flute. He left his bedroom, gently closing the door behind him, and made his way up to Bridget Faye's office, silently sitting down and waiting once inside.

So um. First Chapter? I'll probably continue to post chapters for this but, I warn you, since i've already got a good bit of this story written out, that it's kinda is all over the place, mostly because I don't write too often. Sorry bout that. If this were me drawing I would probably be more confident but, it's writing. Anyhow. Thanks for reading this~