Empty {D.Gray-man}

Empty ~ 1

He began to softly sing the words to the song, sadness taking over his voice as he hung his head low. His hair covering half his face and moving over his shoulder.

***

Allen soon walked back to his room and started to pack for his mission which he would be leaving in an hour. He packed light, knowing that the mission wouldn't take but a day and no more unless complications arose. Tim sat on his shoulder giving Allen some sort of comfort for what's to come.

"All set Timcampy," Allen said, petting the small golden golem, "let us hope that this mission won't take too long." The small golem replied by fluttering above him in circles, making Allen laugh at the silliness. He grabbed his luggage and made his way towards the station. As he arrived he saw Chaoji with a frown upon his face. The Finders nervously trying to avoid the man by talking amongst themselves a few feet away from him. One of the Finders turned around, a smile on his face as he saw Allen approaching.

"Allen you've made it!" Allen laughed and waved at them as they waved back. Chaoji walked over to Allen and pushed him roughly, "get your scrawny ass in that train before I kill you myself!" he sneered walking back near the train, grabbing his belonging and entering the train. A few Finders have followed suit but the ones who weren't checked to see how Allen was doing.

"It's fine guys, really..." Allen smiled and walked on board the train with the few Finders trailing behind him just as the whistle blew and the train started moving. Allen walked to the compartment he and Chaoji would be staring. He opened the sliding door seeing Chaoji was already inside, eyes closed and head against the window. He walked in and put his belonging above them and decided to sit down across Chaoji, which who had opened his eyes as soon as Allen closed the sliding door.

"You really are a nobody," Chaoji began, making Allen glance at him, "even your so-called "friends" decided to abandon you. Ha! They must have finally decided that you are just a tool for them to use,"

Allen not once breaking his mask replied, "Chaoji you sound a little jealous if you ask me. I may be a tool but I am a useful one,"

Chaoji reacted by jumping on Allen and grabbing his hair pulling roughly, "at least everyone doesn't treat me like filth! You are a Noah and using the Ark just proves it! You aren't useful at all! You're just an ignorant kid with no family to go home to!" Chaoji let go of Allen's hair and roughly pushed him against the wall behind him, "your life is meaningless!" Chaoji let go of Allen and sat back down. Allen looked as emotionless as always, sighed standing up and leaving the compartment. He walked to the back of the train and opened the door to the outside, closing it behind him and grabbing the railing that prevented people from falling off.

He dug inside his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, lighting on and taking a long drag of the cancer stick and letting a puff out. He never smoked around the Order, only when he knew he was truly alone then he would but other than that he would decide against it.

Timcampy had followed him and was now nibbling on his ear, annoyingly because the little golem hated seeing his master and friend sad and lonely. Even if the golem couldn't say anything Allen always understood him and right then and there Allen chuckled brokenly, pressing his cheek against the golem and nuzzling it lightly.

"I know Tim, I know," Allen replied taking another long drag of the cancer stick, looking up at the sky above him in sadness. His mask had fallen and tears were escaping his dull silver eyes, once beautiful glowing with happiness and hope.

"Timcampy, would anyone truly not care if I were to disappear?" He asked his small companion. Timcampy replied by nibbling softly on his cheek, trying to brighten the boy's spirit up and it did but just not so much.

"..."

Allen discarded the cancer stick and looked down at the railings that were moving fast because of the train, "if I were to do it would anyone care?" Timcampy reacted fluttering behind the boy and pulling on his shirt to pull him away from the railing. Allen laughed, hollowly, "of course how can I forget. You are the only one I need to cheer me up," He grabbed Timcampy and pet him.

"Let go back inside,"

***

It had taken longer than a day for the mission to be completed and when Chaoji, Allen and the Finders arrived at the Order, everyone was shocked to notice how pale Allen had looked. Dark circles could be seen under the boy's eyes and his eyes were getting duller and duller as days passed. The Finders that had been on the mission with them were bruised up, Chaoji has small scratches but nothing major. Allen looked like the dead and yet no one decided to ask if he was alright or anything.

Chaoji had also been emotionally and mentally messing with Allen for the whole mission and that caused the boy to neglect his hunger and sleep scared that the moment he closed his eyes wither nightmares would appear or Chaoji would attack him when he was vulnerable.

"Welcome back! Make sure to write Komui a report of how the mission went!" One of the scientists there shouted and left everyone to go and get some much-needed sleep and food. Allen had already snuck away without being noticed and went to his room, dropping all his luggage and plopped on his bed, darkness taking him the moment his head touched the pillow. The next morning he had completed his report and handed it to Komui, skipping breakfast which might not be such a good idea, seeing that he might give Jerry a heart attack but he decided he'll just eat later.

He walked to one of the empty rooms in the Order that was rarely ever used, opened the window slightly and grabbed a cancer stick from his pocket and lit it.

"Never took you for someone who smokes," Allen whipped his around so fast he was surprised he still had his head attached to his neck. Kanda stood at the entrance of the room, the door closed as he walked towards the boy and stood across from him, back against the wall.

"You'll find out I'm full of surprises," Allen replied taking a drag and breathing out a puff of smoke that swirled above him and disappeared out the window.

"You missed breakfast," Kanda started.

Allen turned to gaze at the samurai and smiled, "are you worried about me?"

"Che' you gave Jerry a heart attack today,"

Allen chuckled, lowly taking another drag of the cancer stick, "I guess that is a problem. Jerry cares about his food going to waste."

"That's not the only thing he cares about and we both know it Moyashi."

Allen dropped the cancer stick on the ground and stepping on it. He leaned against the wall hands behind his back, "hmm..."

Kanda looked at the boy and saw how badly his features were. Deep down Kanda was worried for him but on the surface, it didn't look like he did but that was just how he was.

"Kanda, can I ask you a question? One that was kinda personal?"

"You just asked a question baka," Kanda replied. Allen, chuckling as he shook his head. "You really are a Bakanda," He laughed.

"Kanda,"

"..."

"What would you do if..." Allen turned his head, looking directly into Kanda's steel eyes and leaning his head against the wall behind him, "..if you know the world is against you and the only way to escape it is to disappear?"

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A/N: Here's the update all of you have been waiting for! Writing this almost made me cry for how badly everyone was treating Allen. I'm the writer and I almost made myself cry.

How will Kanda respond to the question?

Until next time!