The boy screamed in anguish. The blood on his clothes of enemies and comrades, friends, with their bodies around him. He grabbed his head, tears falling from his silvery eyes, and screamed more and more until he couldn't continue screaming and could only sob.

He couldn't take it anymore.
I want this to end…
He saw a small knife.
I can't take…
He grabbed it.
I don't want to be alone!
He stopped the blade. He couldn't. He promised to them. 'Continue living okay?'

And so Allen did. With tears still streaming from his eyes, he ran from the bloody battlefield before they decided to kill the witness of God's battle.

All the while he was breaking from the inside.

------- about thirty years later-----

Kazutaka woke up from his dream. He hated it. That image full of blood. He sighed and started walking to stretch his legs. Sleeping on a chair isn't really comfortable.

He passed some nurses and heard them saying how handsome and mysterious he was and giggling in the process. He refrained from rolling his eyes.

He went to the bathroom and watched his reflection. His silky white hair was a little long with his bangs trying to hide the pentagon shaped scar that went down until his cheek. His silver eyes made girls that looked at them blush. He was older and more man than then. He looked at both his hands. One was normal but the other was black.

He returned his attention to the mirror and looked beyond his reflection. The black shadow was still there, with the same grin.

The man sighed and proceeded to his new patient.

He stopped the moment he entered the room. A man of about eighteen was lying down on the bed, looking with his violet eyes, through him, into his own world.

The silver eyed man let a smirk appear. This patient might be interesting.

The time was passing and the doctor was flabbergasted by the other. Not eating or drinking or sleeping and staying alive shouldn't be possible. But, well, who was he to say what was possible or not?

His dreams were getting worse. His past wanted to return. And he was breaking more than he already was. He barely maintained his sanity. Sometimes he would even be insane for a period of time.

It was horrible.

The darkness, despair, hollowness…

He observed the patient and always took notes though. Like he wasn't breaking. The poker training served for something at least.

It was the eight year that the patient, Asato Tsuzuki, had been interned. It was snowing and the doctor was passing near the room when he heard a sound.

As he opened the door he saw it. The other was in another sane moment and was, again, trying to kill himself. The pointy object cut but Kazutaka knew that it was useful. The blood flowed from the wound as tears were running from the violet colored eyes.

The doctor knew what the other felt. He wanted to run away from the pain he suffered.

And he made a decision. He went closer to the insane man and, as he whispered 'I'll free from your life if you want so much.', activated his innocence and, with the claw, made a deep cut on the other's wrist.

The wound bled and didn't stop. His innocence didn't react when he provoked the death of the other because his vow was for Akumas and humans and, that one, was neither.

If the government knew what he had done he was screwed though. So he lied. About the death conditions. He wrote that he did everything to make him live again.

The days continued to pass but the one that everyone knew as Kazutaka suddenly disappeared, leaving his wife and child. The last person to see him though, swore that instead of silver eyes there were golden with a glint of insanity in them, especially when he cut the person down and got covered by blood while singing a lost lullaby.

He finally broke down.

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And, again, another spur of the moment fic. I have no idea where this came from. 0.0

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