Thank you for reading One Raindrop Raises the Sea. That was actually my first fanfiction and I'm glad it did so well. This is its continuation, The Tempest. It's a bit rough, I admit it. I always seem to start out my stories kinda shake. But they get better, right? P

Warning: This series will contain spoilers anywhere from the first chapter of DGM volumes, to chapter 218. I do not use the anime for reference, so there may be things you do not recognize or weren't explained. There are specific things used from the manga: the Fourteenth Noah, the Ark Incident, Level Four Akuma, flashbacks of Mana/Neah/Earl 35 years ago, and the Apocryphos. If you don't recognize these...yeah... There is also a lot of speculation in here, and fact manipulation to fit my story.

lease leave reviews telling me whether you enjoyed it, or if the characters seem too out of character. I accept any and all criticism!

Chapter One

An Unexpected Meeting

Allen's skin was damp from his bath. He wasn't too impressed by the new hygienic system; he had enjoyed the showers far more. Unfortunately Komui was the Branch Head of the European Branch and Komurin had destroyed the wonderful showers. The young General supposed that he would rather have the showers destroyed, if it meant that Jerry's kitchen remained intact. The boy sighed reluctantly as he picked up his Exorcist coat and began to pull it on. He stuck an arm through one sleeve, and tried to do the same for the other sleeve. Allen found that he couldn't quite put the coat on; the shoulders seemed to have shrunk. The boy took it off to inspect the uniform. Lavi wasn't averse to pranks, afterall..

There wasn't a single flaw. After a moment Allen shrugged, dropping it on the bed in order to retrieve the last piece of his daily outfit. The pressed pants were on, his shirt was in place, and his vest was buttoned up. The white haired boy picked up the faded ribbon from its post on the bed frame. He tied it about his throat as if it were similar to a tie.

Not for the first time, Allen wondered why Tyki had picked that particular color for the ribbon. Scarlet was a passionate shade that symbolized dozens of expressions. One such embodiment it carried was the very emotion he felt towards his enemy: love. Although the ribbon's color had faded to a blood red, it was still steeped in meanings that the boy could not quite decipher.

Allen shook his head in order to clear his thoughts. His warped hand scooped up his coat from his bed. He had to talk to Johnny about this problem before he could eat. He could think of several people that would scold him for walking around without his General's coat on. It did no good, thinking about what had been and what could have been. Tyki was his first crush, and his first rejection. There was no changing the past. He had to keep walking forward.

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The boy's eyebrows arched in surprise.

"You're saying that I've grown?" Johnny Gill nodded his head quickly.

"Yes. We originally designed your uniform to have growing room for you through the years. Using that information alone, I would say that you are at least six inches taller, and four inches broader in your shoulders." The scientist studied the Black Order coat. "We also made a hood on it because General Cross told us you were self conscious about your appearance, but you haven't seemed to use it a lot. Would you like your new uniform to have a hood on it?"

Allen chuckled. The Noah had gotten rid of his uneasiness concerning his unusual features. He had gone in as a shy person, and come out as one who did not care about what others thought of him. He had confidence in himself now, and took pride in every aspect of his body. Even the arm made of Innocence.

"Go ahead and leave the hood off," he replied. Allen looked down at his hand thoughtfully. "A pair of gloves would be useful, though. "

Johnny wrote down the specifications of his client on a note pad. Then he took out a tape measure, beaming at the boy. The young General sighed as he lifted up his arms. The scientist got to measuring all of Allen's new sizes.

"Allen, you've gained some weight!" The boy perked up at once.

"Really?" he asked eagerly. Johnny squinted at the number.

"Oh. No. Sorry, I misread the number. You've actually lost weight." Allen groaned. He had doubled the amount of food he ate when he began to use his Innocence more. He couldn't force aby more food down than that. It was a bit worrying that he was still losing weight even after that. The General decided that it would be wise to talk to Komui about the matter.

Allen wallowed in self pity; Komui would most likely do something strange to his arm (it wouldn't be the first time). He could still remember what it felt like to have a drill piercing through the skin of his arm. The boy's stomach growled loudly.

"I want to eat at this restaurant in London. It has the best fish and chips I have ever tasted," Allen groaned. Johnny pushed his glasses further up on his nose.

"Why can't you go?" he wanted to know. "You have three days of vacation, don't you?"

The white haired boy froze. His mouth dropped.

"I have vacation?" he exclaimed in shock. When the scientist stammered out confirmation Allen gave a cry of jubilation. He hadn't been to London in years. The restaurant he wanted to visit was the one he and Sheryl used to go to. He had been thinking about its peaceful atmosphere and delicious food for a while now. And if he was honest with himself, Allen also wanted to be closer to the memories he had when he was...Ash.

"I get to go to London," he whispered excitedly, looking more like the fifteen year old boy that he was.

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Allen watched the people walking on the sidewalks along the streets. He had chosen a seat outside the restaurant in order to observe the peaceful life that knew nothing of the war between Exorcists and Akuma. He found it endearing to see a woman being courted by a young man full of adoration, to see a mother with her little child, and to witness young boys beating hoops down the streets. Allen had always envied these people. As an orphan in the circus, he had no ties. Even by Mana's side, he could not make friends with other boys his age. Everything that Allen Walker saw on the streets, he had only ever experienced with the Noah. It left a nostalgic scar upon his heart, but it also had a sweet after taste.

A waiter came to Allen's table, depositing the cool glass of water, a lemon in its depths to flavor it.

"Your food will be out in another twenty minutes, sir." The boy thanked him graciously, dismissing him politely. He returned to his viewing of the mundane people, content to watch from a distance.

"You look older, Shounen." Shivers ran up the boy's spine when he heard that terribly familiar voice. It sounded far richer than he remembered. He didn't turn to look immediately. He simply savored the sound of his favorite voice as it reverberated in his mind. Once his system had completely overloaded, Allen faced the Noah.

Tyki stood in front of the table he was seated at, clad as the gentleman he always tried to portray. He looked older than Allen remembered. That wasn't too surprising. The man was young, only just now maturing completely. It was a good look for Tyki and the boy couldn't help but feel jealous. He remained the same. Skinny, pale, short. There was no comparison between this man and him.

There was one last thing that Allen observed about Tyki. The Noah of Pleasure once had eyes that twinkled playfully. At present, Tyki looked into the young General's eyes resolutely. His eyes burned with a hatred that rivaled anything the boy had ever seen. It hurt him to think that the man he liked could hate him so easily and so strongly.

"It's been a while, Tyki Mikk," Allen greeted quietly. He kept his voice as neutral as possible. He would not show his enemy how bothered he was. That would only give Tyki satisfaction. Allen wanted Tyki to suffer for having the audacity of looking at him so cruelly after the man had rejected him. If Tyki hadn't acted that way-

Allen squashed his train of thought. He didn't even know what to think. Tyki made it so hard, ignited wicked ideas in his mind that he shouldn't have.

"I thought it would be nice to have a little talk," the man said slyly. "After all, you were once the guest of my family."

"If by guest, you mean prisoner-"

"I mean that you were our doll. Or have you forgotten all of that?" Tyki interrupted. Allen knew he had a choice to make. To let Tyki know he remembered every moment he spent with the Noahs, or to lie about it. Obviously the man was uncertain.

Cross's parting words came back to Allen.

You can't hesitate in this war, Allen. Everything is fair. Don't let your heart get in the way of doing what is right.

It would be easier just to settle the Noahs' doubts without raising turmoil. Allen met Tyki's gaze.

"I don't remember a single moment," he lied. "I may as well have been your guest, as you put it."

Whether Tyki felt grief, despair; Allen couldn't tell. He only knew that the hatred grew. The man's hatred grew wild, barely restrained.

"What have you come to talk to me about?" the boy asked, hoping to change the subject. "Surely it wasn't about "fond" memories."

"Allen Walker," Tyki whispered as he leaned forward. His breath rasped against the ear of the young General in an almost intimate manner. "You are my prey. Not Road's. Not the Earl's. Not even the twins'.

"I have been allowed to tell you this: your existence has become a personal annoyance to my family. Yours is a light that will soon be extinguished."

Allen pushed the man away roughly and glared at him.

"You came all the way here to tell me that?" he demanded angrily. That face-eating grin spread over the swarthy face.

"Of course. After all, you are the first one we will hunt when we set the wheel of war into motion once more." Tyki suddenly summoned a Tease. "You are already marked by us. You just have to wait for me to receive the order to kill you."

Allen felt no fear hearing those words. Only dread.

The Noah of Pleasure crushed the Tease in his hand as if it had been Allen's throat. He stood up from his seat. "Farewell, Shounen."

Allen watched him walk away with conflicting emotions in his chest. He swallowed hard, ignoring the water before him.

In Italy, a blonde girl clung to the arm of her aged companion. They both wore ragged cloaks and were focused on the sight before them.

"There are men on the horizon, Guzol," the girl whispered. "Men are coming to Mater."