Note: Shounen ai (for now). Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: Are Kanda and Allen officially together? No? Then, DGM is not mine. T.T

The doll and The Rock

The Doll

Once, there was a doll.

This doll was white and innocent and so pure that everybody thought of it as fragile.

The doll's owner thought it too. He was so afraid his precious doll would break that he protected it with all his been.

But he was a fool, he protected too much. Then, he died and left his precious doll alone.

The next owner wasn't kind like the first. He shoved the innocent doll in a world of chaos and war and pain. The precious doll never knew about such things and slowly but surely, the doll started to break.

But not on the outside. Never on the outside.

The owner didn't want that too. After all, a crack on the beautiful doll's face would ruin everything. That, and it would be just too easy, and the doll's owner was too much of a sadistic to let that happen.

So, said men broke the doll's insides. The porcelain heart that should be never touched. It took countless days of calling the doll useless and week, nothing but a powerless thing nobody would ever care about. Until, one day, the doll finally broke.

But it didn't go as well as the owner planned. Cause even after all of this, the doll was just too silly. In the end, what broke was something needed.

The doll's sense of itself.

The doll stopped caring for its own well being. It couldn't care, not anymore. Believing in his owner's words, the innocent doll was so sure of his inutility, therefore his unimportance, that suddenly everybody else became useful and precious.

Then the doll made the worst and most innocent mistake ever.

The doll swore to protect everybody. No matter what. No matter the cost.

The owner, displeased with the doll's actions, but reluctant in letting his precious plans go, decide to leave the doll in a strange but safe place. There, the doll made precious friends, and started to fight and protect.

But it was only a matter of time. The doll was already broken, even if nobody realized. The doll would be never innocent and pure, never again, and all the fighting was just making things worse.

Cause the doll couldn't protect everybody. The world was just too big for the doll's delicate arms and small hands.

Pain and blood and death…the war's price was hard to pay. And the doll started cracking on the outside.

But it could not be on the outside, right? Never on the outside.

So, the doll started to pretend even more. Playing and smiling like nothing else matter. It's a very painful thing to do, but the doll doesn't care. The silly and not-so-innocent doll keep that up, day after day, and will continue until time itself became as useless as the doll's existence (or so the doll thinks).

Cause the doll is broken. And the doll knows it.

Most of all, the doll is tired of keep trying. Keep walking.

Tired of smiling and pretending. Tired to protect people that simply can't be saved.

It's just too much for the little sad doll.

But the doll can rest, and cry and drop its nice porcelain face.

There's a secret place and a secret guardian waiting, ready to embrace the small doll and let it do whatever it wants.

Time is running out, the war is worst than ever. Still the place and the guardian remain. Waiting. Hoping against hope for one night when the doll will be finally set free.

Blessed by the full moon, secured by a green sea, will the little doll allow the wounds to heal? Forget the scars and the heavy cross?

Will the doll disregard its destiny and smile truthfully just for one night?

Two nights from now, God will blink.

Will the story end in wonder?

-x-

Allen continued reading, again and again, afraid his weary mind would misplace the words and form secret meanings. But there was none, and the exorcist was sure of it.

Sure, the letter was like a code. With the amount of vigilance he has to deal in daily basis, namely two-dots Link, it was far from unexpected. No, what kept the boy gaping like a fish was that these words were written for him, and him alone. It wasn't like everybody's cheers and approval.

This was special. A hit he took dead on but, surprisingly, it didn't hurt that bad. How could it, anyway? It was the truth. The ugly reality he would give everything to hide. Yet the words were so delicate and careful chosen that made all the chaos in his life sound almost…beautiful.

Allen smiled. A true, half sad smile. There was just one person in the whole world that could put things like this. Likewise, there was just one person cold enough to strike him like this when he was already halfway down.

"You will regret this."

- Don't I always?