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Unchanged

YullenWeek: Renevant Warning: kinda of spoiler? Nothing that wasn't shown in the manga tho Is the pressure that deepens the cut, he thought. He was carrying a bunch of books, from a section to another, helping the Science Division with something beyond his comprehension. Link was following him, a sour face right behind. Ahh. Was that a rule between the crowns that they all should always be like that, kinda invisible and positivity angrily? And then, while passing thru the never ending glasses all around the gothic hallway, there was He. The disfigured form, chained in a scary smile. Allen sighed, shrugging. There was no point in yell for Link and point the figure, he knew. No one besides him could see. The bizarre creature appeared even on the most unnecessarily moments, filling the Exorcist’s mind with the darkest visions of the future. This thing. This guy, he was inside him. And Allen was not very found on the thought of letting he go outside. Introspection Implosion. Anything. He needed to revert this situation. What was it? Would it be like to reborn inside his own body? But at the end he was still Allen Walker, right? He did not want to keep on living like that, without answers. Maybe, someone could help him. Oh. The one, the one who usually came, so casually, back from the dead, would know how to bring his back – back?- to his life. The one, the same one that always hammered his mask, liberating the truly personality of the cursed one. Yep. No one better than Yu Kanda to give some crude facts to the classy doubts. And that's how he arrived at the – always confuse – Supervisor Room, felling a lot like his truly –Dark- self. Pitch black, ready to be called, oh so thoughtfully, “Moyashi”. “Oi, Bakanda! Can you get out of the way already?” He dropped the books on Komui’s desk, neglecting his cries. “MOYASHI!” There was it, the vein, angrily popping out from his forehead. The swordsman hand was already touching the Mugen. Lenalee, who was also there, gave a couple of sympathetic touches on Link’s shoulders. “It's Allen, Kanda. Oooh, right. I forgot, you see, that you are pretty dumb…” And it was done. The chaos spread uncertainly, with some papers flying and one voice getting louder there and there. Link kept asking why, why, this had to be his job. Lavi laughed, dodging objects, searching some papers that he was not supposed to read. Reever was pulling Kumui’s ear because the Oh Great Supervisor tried to escape during the growing mess. And Allen felt, oh, he felt so alive. His members suspiciously tangled on Kanda’s, theirs bodies rolling togheter in the ground, covered on the well know thin sweaty, old company from so many moments shared in so many places. Yes. It was good to be there, with him, being Allen Walker.

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Past Pain

Yullen Week: Scars.

Warning: Spoilers. The seals were heavy.

His hands were restrained, jointed on the fists. They gave him a strange clothing, well, the Order’s Prisoner Clothes, he assumed. It was very similar as the one he was forced in before, when he was attacked by Apocryos.

There was no mirror, but he could imagine the dark bags under his eyes, the eyes that were almost closing, the small eyes on the tired face.

He was giving his best.

Today was December 25th. No one told him, but Allen just felt.

Kanda, by his side, didn’t seem to remember. Even thought he did know the date, he probably wouldn’t care about the Exorcist’s birthday.

Well, theoretical birthday.

Today was just the day when Mana had found him, lost in the snow. No the day when he actually was born. Not that he… well, could remember the true date. Nor the fake one. Its was just something that Mana told him and that he accepted.

And now, the scar that Mugen gave him was itching a lot lesser than the scar from his own memory. The mark from him birth.

Kanda was honest. Just as he had been when saw himself being manipulated by the Earl to wake up Alma Karma. Allen knew all could happen to him if he tried to interfere between them, between an Kanda totally out of his mind and his preys.

And, voilá.

Everything went just as the Noahs had planned once more. Because, one way or another, his biggest scar wasn’t physical. It was the kind that comes and goes. The one that could not being seen.

He lowered his head, taking a look from Kanda, on the other side of the cell and he just couldn’t fight against a tiny small smile that showed up on his dirty, marked and tired face.

At least, Kanda was real.

Truthful.

And sincere.