Here's the continuation of my one-shot 'Broken'. I hope you like it! The whole story will be told from Allen's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray Man

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It was my eighth birthday. The day had been great. I went to the amusement park with Neah, played with my friends (not that many, to be truthful), and stayed up late watching my favorite movies. I didn't tell anyone the whole day, fearing that the fun would end, that I'd been feeling a bit sick and had chills. I didn't know why this was happening, but I know that the eight year old me didn't want a birthday laying sick in bed.

Neah put me to bed around eleven, then left the room. I fell asleep quickly, tired from the activities of the day, and from the sickness I felt. I drifted, floating in a haze of violent dreams of war and pain and sadness. I didn't want it. I wanted to wake up. I begged and begged the voices and memories to stop. I woke up later in a cold sweat, all of my memories in place.

'What a great eighth birthday,' I thought to myself. 'I get to remember my past life before I'm even a teenager.' But the fear was still coursing through my veins. I got out of bed and went to Neah's room, knocking softly on his door. I knew he would be up, working on whatever proposal he needed for whatever job he had.

I heard footsteps padding over the cream colored carpet, and the door opened. Neah smiled at me, then took in my disheveled state. He pulled me into a soft hug, dropping to his knees. "What's wrong, Allen? A nightmare?" he asked, looking at me with worry in his eyes.

"I remembered," was all I offered as an answer.

Neah's eyes widened in shock. "All of it?" he inquired, pain and fear evident. I nodded. I didn't want to speak. I knew my voice would crack. I remembered being an exorcist, and being in war, and the voices, and Kanda telling me he hated me, and all of the pain that I went through. I remembered everything.

"All of it," I finally said. I was pulled into a crushing hug, and hugged Neah back with the same amount of force. "All of it," I whispered.

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I woke up with a gasp, then cursed under my breath. I had the dream again. The sun glared at me through the curtains, urging me to get my ass out of bed. I groaned slightly, then rolled on my side to shield my eyes from the sun.

As I was about to drift back to sleep, someone started knocking incessantly on my bedroom door. My phone started buzzing at the same time, so I picked it up and hurled it at the door. It hit with a loud bang, and the sound of breaking glass. The knocking and buzzing stopped.

A barely audible sigh could be heard through the wood. "Allen, someone's here to see you." I groaned again. This time I got out of bed.

"Give me twenty minutes," I said back, pulling clothes out and heading towards my bathroom. As I closed the door behind me I heard my uncle's footsteps retreating.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in a black long-sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, a crimson vest over the shirt, and a black glove over my left hand. I made my way toward my door, stopping only to pick up my phone, which had a cracked screen. I slipped it into my pocket and walked out of the room.

I stopped at the entrance of the living room and saw Neah sitting alone on the couch with coffee in his hands. "I thought you said I had a guest," I said to the man.

"You do. He's in the kitchen getting coffee," Neah responded. He sounded strangely down.

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"You'll see," my uncle told me vaguely. Knowing that Neah would tell me nothing more, I walked towards the kitchen, both to see this stranger and to get coffee. I pushed the door open and walked in, only to freeze when I saw who it was. Before he could say anything I walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door at a quick pace.

"Where are you going?!" Neah asked me, alarmed.

"Out," was all I said as I slipped my jacket on, my shoes already on my feet.

"Moyashi-Wait!" came a new voice, and a vise-like grip clamped on my left wrist.

"Why should I when you wanted me dead not too long ago?" I snapped back at him. The grip on my wrist loosened and I yanked my arm back. I ran out the door, grabbing the car keys as well, and slipped into my car.

I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street, no destination in mind. I just drove mindlessly. When I finally stopped, I was sitting in front of the café I usually went to. I got out of the car with a sigh and went into the café.

The bell rung when I opened the door, and the person behind the counter looked up. A smile broke out on his face. I tried for a weak smile. "Hey, Tim," I said, walking up and making my order.

The smile slipped off of his face when he saw my troubled expression. "What happened?" he asked. I only shook my head and slipped the money onto the wooden counter. I sat down at a table in the corner of the room and waited for my hot chocolate to be done.

Timcampy brought the drink over to me, a worried expression clear on his face. "I'm taking my break early!" he called back to his boss, who acknowledged it with a nod.

Timcampy sat the cup down in front of me, then sat down in the chair across from mine. "Now tell me, what happened?"

"He showed up," I said. "Kanda showed up. I don't know if he actually remembers, or if he remembers all of it, but he's showed up."

Tim's eyes widened in shock. "Did he say anything?"

"I left before he could," I responded softly. "I don't want to know if he remembers, or what he thinks of me now. I just want to be away from him."

"Is that what you really think? Or are you just scared of knowing?" Tim asked, looking at me with gentle patience.

I didn't answer. Tim sighed quietly. "Go talk to him. You can't just leave the situation as it is. If you do, it'll only get worse for the both of you."

I nodded. Tim changed the subject to something more casual and we talked for about fifteen minutes before his break was over. "Good luck," he said, then got up and went behind the counter to continue working.

I finished the last of my hot chocolate and got up, making my way towards the door of the café.

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I hesitated slightly before opening the door of the house. I was met with Kanda and Neah sitting on the couch, talking quietly.

"I don't know why he-" Neah stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. "Allen."

I rubbed the back of my neck and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry for running out like that."

"Moyashi . . ." Kanda whispered, staring at me.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked, knowing full well that wasn't it.

"Have I met you somewhere before?" he asked.

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I'll just leave it there. Thanks so much for reading and look out for the next chapter (but don't hold your breath). Review, favorite, follow, and PM me. I'll be taking requests for other pairings for people besides Kanda, Allen, Lavi, and Tyki.

The pairings I already have planned for this story are Poker Pair and KandaxLavi (not sure what that one's called). Thanks again for reading!

~O'Malley out!