Title: Descent

Pairing: KandaxAllen, TykixAllen

Credit: to Hoshino-Sensei for making such awesome characters for us to fantasize and drool over. Also, Ch.189's reference to some of the lines spoken.

Rating: NC-17, for Angst, Blood, Sexual Content

Summary: The followings of Chapter 189. After an encounter with the Earl, Allen is confined within the walls of the Order. All he wants is that the 14th never existed and to go back to a somewhat normal life. Fate doesn't think so though.

There really wasn't anything he could look forward to anymore He had been told by countless people that he would kill those close and dear to him. That his whole life, those 16 or so years, would be overridden by the Noah lurking deep in the shadows of his soul. He would sometimes feel the dark presence overwhelming, at other times, he felt nothing, but he knew that that corrupted being was still there. He needn't any confirmation, he just knew that it was there. It was almost as if the dark figure was waiting for him to make an opening, and using that time of weakness to snatch his control and take it for themselves. It was unnerving that he was supposed to be the one who controlled his body, yet, he wasn't so sure of that anymore.

The boy couldn't believe his master's face when the heartless man had hugged him. The warmth that radiated off of the man he thought could not feel anything. He had truly felt that at that time, someone really cared about him, if only for a moment. The meeting had brought upon things kept in the dark into the light; things he wished he could cast away from his mind. He could not believe his ears, nor the words spoken by the speakers. And the question he so dreaded to face had been cast into the flame, almost incinerating what he wanted to believe. The thought of Mana not truly loving him had speared a blade through his heart countless times, tearing what little confidence he had on the man. He had been told that his savior, his father, had probably just seen him as a replacement for his brother; the 14th. It had crushed him so eagerly, putting out what love he had for Mana. The worst thing about it was that when he seeked reassurance about it being a lie, his master had stayed silent, tightlipped, almost as if contemplating to sooth a wounded animal.

"I believe that he loved you, but after his brother's untimely death, the man had lost all reasons in life." He couldn't help but laugh at how this was all falling apart. Could not bear to even think about not being loved as an individual, could not be loved conditionally instead of being seen as Mana's brother. Those consoling words only came at him like blades of malice, that only were there to cut him open and leave him void of anything he believed in. But they had done their job, hadn't they? It hurt him dearly to take in what was said. He had lived without love, and then being loved, only to find out later that that love had been fake was not appealing.

Now, here, looking up at the Earl's cold, gold eyes, he knew that he was helpless. Knew that he could not save himself, nor otherwise save others. Really… How could you save someone if you couldn't save yourself from the things you could see in front of you? Emotionless words of him betraying someone came ringing through his head. It had not been clearly stated whom he would betray, a loved one, or a passing person. All he really did grasp from those lies and small truths were that he would become someone dangerous. Those he worked with, those he loved, feared him just because of this spoken statement. They did not trust him anymore, not like before. Those open arms he saw were becoming less and less, and those he did receive were always guarded, almost waiting for him to strike back like the monster he was. He was a danger to both sides; to the Noahs due to his innocence; to the Order, due to his slumbering Noah blood. No one wanted him, yet everyone wanted him.

His throat constricted from the grasp the Earl had on him, served to crush his windpipe. He struggled to suck in oxygen, to take to his dying brain, but as he struggled, he could not avoid being enraptured in the Earl's maniacal look in his eyes. The man had been laughing cynically, almost as if finding the situation at hand funny, almost like you would in a child's game. Chills attacked his spine, freezing the poor boy to the spot as the Earl's low, yet haunting voice spoke out for everyone to hear. "We'll make sure you never return to your Order," he said in an almost sing song way. The man's grasp tightened on the poor boy's throat.

"I must admit that I was fooled by your clown antics. As I'm sure you know, the Millennium Earl is the creator of Akuma. Akuma are my hands and feet. My eyes. That time…" said the Earl, pinning the gasping boy to the freezig ground, "did you not call to me through the Akumas?" Memories and flashbacks to that time he had spoken came rushing in to the boy's mind. It was almost as if he were there watching a movie play right before his eyes. He saw that sadistic smile adorning his own face, almost eerily belonging there, even if he denied it.

"What are you talking about?? I never did that…!" It was almost as if all control had left his young frame. He felt his limbs relax into the Earl's bruising hold. His mind began to shut down his conscience, plummeting towards the dark, and bringing that darker self. He would not lose this battle. This body belonged to him, not the beast waiting to lash out. He almost had it between his grasps. Just a little more and then he would…

"It's just as you say." All eyes flew open as the young, innocent looking boy's face transformed into a Cheshire like grin. It was almost as if he knew that all eyes were on him. Almost as if he enjoyed playing around with people's emotions and reveling in their confused and shocked stares. "I wanted to tell you, that I'd come back…" Allen's hand raised up slowly, towards the Earl's cheek. He caressed the man's face with almost gently, loving strokes. He had not seen his brother and the 14th knew that the Earl missed him tremendously, aside from being bitter about being betrayed.

"Fourteenth…." whispered the Earl, almost calling out the name of a distant memory. He looked so lost in the boy's gold, feral eyes. It was almost as if he had found what he was looking for, being able to feel completed. The 14th's face looked so gentle, almost as if speaking to a lover. " I knew you'd come for me, Brother." The boy's face changed drastically, that gentle, loving look suddenly turned wild and dangerous, getting up in the Earl's face. Sharp canines protruding from his mouth as he chuckled crazily. The Earl's entire body froze and he had not expected hearing this from his loved brother. " This time I will kill you, I will kill you and become the Millennium Earl!"

Two weeks have passed since the encounter with the Earl. Those two weeks had passed with such excruciating pain and torment and he always managed to ask himself, why he had stayed. Did he stay with these people just to get humiliated, tormented, and tortured every single day of his life? He was forced to face insults being thrown at him. Had to take being called a heretic to the Order while he was beaten and whipped, in front of everyone of the remaining exorcists and finders.

The pain he felt now, he would take it without muttering out a word. Crying out in pain and asking for mercy would only fuel their ego, and make them hurt him more. He would not stand for that, nor would he try any time soon. He sometimes wished that they would punish him in his own room, to save himself from those scrutinizing eyes that looked at him in anger, in disgust, for even being remotely familiar with the Noahs, more over being one of their sinful kind.

He couldn't grasp the idea of the Order; its people. How could they stand there, watching a comrade getting beaten and tortured with not even an ounce of distress? Did they not remember the times they had shared together as family? Did they not care how someone who fought along side them, was tortured to the brink of insanity? He could not believe how they could go on, walking away, as if nothing was wrong, after seeing his body get beaten into a bloody pulp. It was sickening, even to his dark self.

And here they were again. Like sheep sent out as a flock to graze and watch the world before them. It was always the same routine. The torture, the pain, his constant restraints to hold in his faltering voice. But it was the same people who cried out for him. Those who cried for him. Those who begged those hurting the boy to let him go. How they were being cruel and how inhumane this was to be dealt onto their own kind.

One by one, Lenalee, Lavi, Miranda, Krory, and the others who had talked and loved him as a friend, as family, would be escorted out of the room. He knew that they all thought that his suffering was uncalled for, and would try anything to keep it from happening. But even so, they did have to realize that they couldn't free him from his binds. Couldn't free him from his fate. But now, as he stared deep into those dark, cobalt eyes, he knew peace. He knew that there was at least someone who knew that you couldn't change anything that was happening in the present. He felt reassurance seeing the only one who understood look at him emotionlessly. He felt glad. He felt that he could keep himself in tact as long as that indifferent gaze gazed upon him as if he were nothing.

A whip sounded for the umpteenth time and he could not help but to whimper out a small noise. He knew the consequences that would follow, but he did not care. The people out there, looking at him in scorn would see that he was just like them. He wasn't any different than them. He held his urges back. The urges to scream and curse them; to damn them to hell. To curse their God for even having sinners at his side; those who enjoyed seeing spilt blood of family, of friends. But he kept it all in. He knew better. The last time he had cursed at them, spit at them, he had been punished on the spot. The large gash on his thigh was proof of Leverrier's unwavering, yet sadistic wrath.

A blade of pain rippled through the boy's mangled form. Blood dripped from the side of the panting boy. He had bitten his lip in order to cage his pending cry. His head was tilted back, almost in the form of praying to a mightier being. Praying for salvation. Praying to be saved from these retched people who had dared call themselves his family. His eyes remained closed as he could feel that dark presence reeling in anger, in rage. He would not let the 14th come out to play. The last time he had failed to keep the Noah caged within himself, had resulted in the injuries of Kanda, Komui, and Leverrier. He had not remembered what had occurred in those minutes he had had his body overtaken, but he knew that the damage had been dealt. The way their eyes had looked at him had only served to wound him, while the Noah inside him had cackled in lustrous joy.

The boy's head fell forward, resting on those unwavering, cobalt eyes of Kanda Yuu. The man had not moved from his spot. Allen knew that the samurai was merely a spectator, watching the cruelties done to his body. The Noah reeled in rage, screaming at him that there was no one here that loved him the way he did. Those so called friends had abandoned him. This man he bickered with on a daily basis would not lift a finger to help him. But he told the Noah that he did not expect to be saved. He knew that Kanda would not help him so it would be foolish to hope that the samurai had a change in heart. He couldn't help but smile sadly at his current position. He really was a helpless little lamb.

Something flickered in Kanda's eyes as Leverrier grasped the tortured boy's white locks. He gripped tightly, throwing Allen's head back, to get a good look at the boy's pain. The man did nothing at first, just looked at Allen with a degrading look in his eyes. He wanted the boy to feel useless, worthless. To engrain in his head that there was no way he could escape this fate. Wanted Allen to accept his future as the Order's pet prisoner, regardless if Allen was willing to or not.

"Tell me what you are planning 14th?" the man stated in evened tones. "You will not be able to accomplish anything. We know that you seek the title as Millennium Earl, but what will you do with that title then?" The man waited as patiently as he could, which was such a great feat for the man. Allen didn't know what had come over him as he had smiled as if he were watching a mother hold a child. Not a moment later, was his head sent reeling to one side with a hard slap to the face. It had hurt. He wouldn't lie. He had expected that, since he had smiled at the non-patient man. And to make matters worse, the man did not like his smile. The man must have thought that Allen had been mocking him and had found satisfaction in throwing his smile off of his face.

"I see nothing amusing of your current predicament. Why do you want the title of the Millennium Earl?" Moments passed like an eternity would or if time had been slowed down for the benefit of someone. But that small, yet blissful silence had been shattered with another sound of a hand making contact with a face. The man did not like to be kept waiting. He wanted things to be done at once, not really caring about what would be the outcome of his prisoners.

It was then that a pain in his head had begun to attack him. He threw his head back, sucking in air in an audible gasp. He was being bombarded with memories that were not his own. Memories of blood drenching his fingers. Blood being lapped up from his fingertips. And the smile plastering on his face when he registered what he was doing. Gold eyes peered at his in the darkness with one word pulsating throughout his entire body. 'Mine.'

The young boy screamed bloody murder as he felt something ripping inside him, desperate to gain control of his body in a losing battle. The people present at the interrogations, or more properly put, the "tortures", had slinked away like feared animals running away from a predator. Their cries of, "The demon is coming," could be heard throughout the corridor. The people inside were now Leverrier, Kanda, Link, Komui, and Allen himself. The screaming continued, as the boy's body arched back, screaming at the Noah to leave him be. It felt almost like a lifetime had past before everything quieted down.

Leverrier looked expectantly at the limp form in front of him. He could see the young frame's small lifts of his chest when he inhaled or exhaled. The man's face had taken on an almost crazed, maniacal look, that look that people got when they saw things that weren't really there. It was unnerving and those in the room questioned whether the man was fit for the job at hand.

The white mop of hair slowly looked up at those in the room. His eyes were closed but they didn't have to be open to look as if he were crying. Gashes on his head, the form of crosses, were in a row on his forehead, blood spilling through the wounds and dripping down the boy's face, almost as if ironic tears. Leverrier looked excited and almost withdrawn at the same time. He had never once had an encounter with a Noah, and lived to tell about it. Had never been so close to one, without being ripped to shreds to feed to the poor.

Once stunning blue-grey eyes now took on a gold, feral look as they scanned the room before falling on the eyes of the Inspector. A smile graced the man's lips, but it felt misplaced on the non-smiling man. Link had shivered every time the Inspector had that smile, as was he shivering now, casting his eyes away from the sight. The man knew that that smile was never a good thing when faced at a captive.

"Welcome, 14th. I have been expecting your presence for quite a while now. I'm glad you could join us," purred the Inspector. The Noah felt the hairs of the back of his head had stood up. That tone felt unclean, almost impure. It felt like the man had a tainted soul, which spilled poison from his lips every time he spoke to an audience. But he didn't really want to get into depth with that kind of thinking. He still had to calm his breathing patterns before he even intended to speak. The boy had actually put up a decent fight with him as he had tried to control the boy's body in that one sign of weakness. He had nearly lost control when Allen had screamed that one time, had felt himself being pushed back into the darkness. But he had somehow pushed back that built barrier and taken over the boy's young, beautiful body. He felt like he could do so many indecent things with it.

"The pleasure's all mine," purred the Noah in an almost sensual, hypnotic tone. It was a wonder to the samurai how similar this Noah's voice was to the one known as Tyki. It was almost as if these two monsters spoke in tones of wild arousal to trap their prey. He even felt himself being attracted to that sinful voice, thinking of all the wonderful things those sinful lips would spill as the young body was ravaged in bed. He shook his head in order to cast away the vile images that couldn't cease penetrating his mind. He would not think this. He could not think this now, nor ever.

The young face turned in a scowl as he continued to look at Leverrier, almost as if he had found or tasted something distasteful. "But, unlucky for you… I'm in no mood to answer your petty questions." The Inspector looked appalled by the Noah's words but the 14th gave the Inspector a look that promised great pain and torture. "You've hurt my vessel repeatedly for the past two weeks. You have no right to have any questions answered."

The men in the room felt as if they were suffocating as the young boy's aura had turned dark and menacing. They had been so used to that calm, gentle, peaceful aura and did not know that they reveled in that pleasant aura. That murderous look in those once innocent eyes made them all cower in fear but it did not stop the Inspector from looking angrily at the boy.

He lunged forward, his arm raised, ready to swing down his arm and deliver a swift blow at the daring, unmannered boy for his insolence. The young man looked up at him from his chained state, before being stricken across the cheek. The impact was so great, that the blow could be heard echoing in the room. Allen's head had snapped to the side, not even intending to deflect the blow. Komui had stood up at the sign of beastly violence, but no one paid any mind to his actions. Link and Kanda alternated their looks from Leverrier to Allen and back again, waiting so see who moved first. The Inspector grasped the young man's chin, pulling it up to his eye level. He sneered at the boy before him before repeating the same act as before.

As the man moved his arm down, Allen had begun to hum a demented tune out of nowhere. The Inspector's hand had stopped, inches away from Allen's cheek. Leverrier tried to move his arm but it did not move. With a frustrated growl, Leverrier cursed the boy to hell. "What have you done to me?" demanded the Inspector. Allen replied with one of his innocent smiles, making every one hold with batted breaths to see if their young exorcist was back again. The samurai was no fool. He knew that the Noah was using the young boy's mask to get everyone to relax and calm before coming in with an attack.

Not moments after that, Leverrier was being thrown across the room, into a wall. The impact sounded painful, and the others watched as the Inspector's limp form slipped from the wall to the ground. Allen had gotten their attention as the once captive boy was now free from his binds. He walked smoothly towards them, with a smile on his face that looked as if it was imprinted on there for good.

The 14th reveled in his free state, relishing in the taste of freedom. He had almost missed the attack coming his way if he had not turned too see the samurai heading his way from the corner of his eye. The boy dodged with little effort at the samurai's violent blows. It almost looked like he was toying with the man. But his blood began to boil as the samurai continued his onslaught for his head. He could not believe this man. This vessel he had was his comrade, yet the man had no qualms to killing this boy. It angered him so much. How could his vessel choose these people rather than go on to his own kind? He just didn't understand. He knew that either way, he was going to kill all who stood in his way of his goal.

The Noah dodged again, this time going down on his hands to swipe the feet from right under Kanda. The man had staggered back, barely missing the attack, and recollected himself as he swung in to for the kill. The 14th knew that he had no choice but to activate Allen's innocence. He knew that it would hurt this body more, since he was in the Noah form, but he had no time to pick and choose. He activated the innocence, screaming out as a sharp pain struck him like he knew it would, but he would not cast away one option that would help save Allen because it would hurt himself in the process. If it would help protect him, then he would use it.

The innocence had activated, surrounding him in a black cowl. The arm looked darker and the once green glowing star on Allen's hand was now a blood red color. Kanda couldn't help but stop short a bit and admire how beautiful Allen looked now, regardless of the fact that he now looked evil and was trying to fend himself off against his attacks. The Allen before and the Allen now with their innocence activated looked like a monochrome contrast of each other.

The young man raised his transformed metal arm to Kanda's raised Mugen, blocking its attack. There was a small jab of pain, but that was to be expected. Even though he was using innocence now, did not mean that the innocence of others would not hurt him. He remembered the last time he had been pierced by a sword, his sword as a matter of fact. It had burned his vessel's chest, like acid, and had left a cross shaped mark on his chest, that was a constant reminder of what the boy really was.

They both threw each other away from themselves and Allen got in a stance, ready for Kanda's impending attack. But it had caught him off guard when the samurai lowered his blade down and uttered something in a gentle tone. "Moyashi… come back." The boy had faltered in his steps as he heard those warm radiating words come from a cold bastard like Kanda. Never had he expected that something so human would come from Kanda. The Noah felt Allen's conscience swell up as the boy took over a bit from the shock. He knew how Kanda talked and what to expect from the man now that he worked with him for a long time. He knew that emotionless Kanda did not care what happened to anyone, but now seeing those dark, cobalt eyes look at him in longing… It felt as if his heart was tugging painfully. How could the man continue to feel after the death of his friend, Alma, who reminded the man so much of him?

"Don't listen to him!!" commanded Kanda at the stunned boy. "We need to get out of this place! Allen!!" he said. The next moment, Allen found himself pinned to a wall, a blade lodged into the right side of his chest. Sharp pains burst through his entire being as he felt the blade begin to burn his flesh the longer it stood lodged in him. The young man put his hands on Kanda's shoulder, wildly, desperately trying to push the man away. The boy screamed at the top of his lungs as the pain would not go away. He knew that this was worse than dying, and he had felt dying before.

The man unsheathed his sword from the screaming, helpless boy. The young body crumbled down to the floor, his whole body shaking to recover and heal his wounds from the painful wrath of the innocence. The boy's chin was grasped in between a hand, and was lifted up slowly to meet the dark, cobalt eyes of the man he knew could save him from being consumed by the Noah. The man looked tired and he looked as if he were suffering in agony, not of his own.

"Stop it. Stop him. Destroy him. You know that you can win, Moyashi! It hasn't stopped you before! Being faced with difficult situations. You faced them headlong as if they were nothing!!!" Allen's head was reeling in turmoil. He was being bombarded with the 14th's voice, telling him to rip the exorcist apart, limb from limb. To kill the exorcist. To drink his blood! The boy felt as if he were losing control again, and pushed the samurai away, his whole body sliding to the floor. His head collided with the icy ground, somewhat cooling his feverish head, but not being able to help his pain.

"Go away… he's going to… come back… leave…" grounded out the young man. His heart clenched by invisible hands and he felt all his breath leaving him. He was left gasping for air, giving the Noah the upper hand to take over again, now that he knew that Allen could not fight him when the boy was oxygen deprived. The Noah heard Kanda yelling at his vessel to get his attention but he knew that it was too late. The boy's essence snapped from the hold he had of the Noah and the 14th took it upon himself and shot his hand up at the man above him, clutching his throat. He knew that Allen was still in there fighting him for control but he would win this fight. He just had to.

"He can't hear you!" "Tie me up!!" "Don't listen to him!!" "Kanda!!" "I'll kill you!!" "Now!!!" The Noah gained complete control of the boy's body but had his victory taken from him as the samurai had hit him, making him see stars. The bastard hit him in order to make him go unconscious. "Fuckin bastard," he whispered out. The Noah left the boy to go into the deep depths of his soul and Kanda felt himself fall into Kanda's outstretched arms. He felt the warmth radiating from the lean, muscled body before everything had gone dark.