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       Since as far as he could remember, Allen had never really had a bad day in his life. Always seeing the world as half full rather than half empty. Some had said this was due to the consequences of his birth, yet, he had no clue to the meaning of these words. Growing up he had little cares about the darkness in the world. Always such a bright young man that, even faced with hard decisions, he faced them with an innocent grin. 

        Yet sometimes it was growing harder to smile while the wishes of those around him began to conflict with his own morals. Such as the one he had been raised to follow since he was old enough to wield a sword.  A man sat upon a throne, a heart as cold as ice, willing to kill anyone that simply annoyed him .A man few people dared utter the name of for hear his reach extended even to the simple farm life they had grown accustomed to. All his life he was told about the harsh ways this man lived and how he belittled the kingdom he swore to protect and how he was destined to slay this beast. 

         Allen was trained how to kill, how to lurk in the darkness and make his way among crowds without a trace. All so he could dehead the man sitting in the castle acting as if he could play god. However to kill another human wasn’t something he had in him. The very idea made him sick. Nonetheless he swallowed the bitter flavor and once deemed old enough made his way to the lair of the beast. It had been a rather long journey in of it’s self, about two week’s of traveling to find himself in the heart of the castle town. There he gathered information, watching guard shifts, when they rotated, and tracking any movement the target at had made. All until it was time to make his move.

“I can’t believe she picked a DINOSAUR over me. At least pick a human.”

                  “Lenalee... are you alright?”

  Squints loudly at his brother.

           Life is such a fragile thing in this day and age. You never know when something could come out of the blue and bite you in the ass. One moment your smiling with your friends and the next... tragedy. All forms of life endure hardships from the tiniest organism to the largest. It was how they endured that seemed to define their character. Yet life could sometimes be too harsh. 

           This was no exception for anyone, especially Allen walker, host to the 14th Noah. He had seen his fair share of horrors as well as lived them. Continuously pushing himself forward for the sake of humans and akuma alike. Bearing the future on his shoulders like heavy weights he walked like a man who had seen and survived horrors. The smile that graced his features sorrowful but yet so bright with hope. This was the path he chose to walk no matter how lonely it would become. 

             As he tried to blend in with the crowed, his white hair was giving far too much away. He was running away from the ever chasing wolves that sought to devour him whole, but, while he ran he didn’t expect to encounter a face he hadn’t seen in months. With red hair and gem colored eye. But even as he passed by this familiar face he didn’t acknowledge or even see to know who he passed as he was focused on one goal. 

                                  “It’s been a while... has’t it?”   

         Quietly he stood there, a small smile gracing his lips as he stared at the long red headed woman. A while indeed, then again he hadn’t seen any familiar faces since he left the order. 

        The scent still lingered fresh in his lungs at the unforgiving world he had found himself inside. The world of a twin who’s past would surely devour his soul in time. Blue skies stretched upwards and wheat fields that continued far beyond any human’s eyesight, burned in the back of his mind. Fogging reality with a haze as he tried to fight his way free from the world intent on devouring him. 

         Yet a single voice rose above the rest in an uproar. A light beaconing him to fight despite what doubt’s screamed at him to give up and lay down. It anchored him in place as he desperately tried to reach out and grasp for the crying voice. Johnny. 

           The feeling of wind finally snapped that last chain binding him to stay as a guest in the consciousness of another, allowing shinning silver to show once more. 

                                                             “Johnny?”

            Soft pillow like plums of white formed as crown clown quickly worked on breaking the two’s fall and saving either from a mess of broken limbs. Reality still slowly sinking into him caused a small laugh to flee his lips. 

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       It was three in the morning, but therewas no sign of rest for this family. Instead the long white haired male washolding a crying infant in his arms and half awake himself. Arms moving in arocking motion in attempt to sooth the child. 

                                          “Mana it’s okay...”

        He spoke in the softest non grouchytone he could muster. Not really being known to be a morning person these days.After marrying his boyfriend, Tyki, they were on the run for a rather long timebefore finding a place to settle down. Adjusting to a normal life style hadbeen a change but he soon found he rather liked the domestic style ofliving. 

        Now of course his sleep was cut shortoften by their little bundle of joy. Tyki’s too since they often took turns incaring for the little one at night. 

                      “I don’t get it... you’ve been fed, changed, burped. Whatswrong?”

         Did he have a nightmare? Now somepeople had told him to just let little Mana cry it out but that just soundedinsanely cruel. 

         Well this was far beyond odd. Only twice has he encountered a look alike double. One was an akuma and the other was Fou. Which was was pretty sure this person was neither of those two people. For one he didn’t bare a scar and there was a rather big difference in voice.