Allen laid face down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. Timcanpy pulled at his hair and he collar, but he would just swat the golem away.
It had been almost two weeks since it happened. Kanda and Allen had been on a mission together, and when they finished, Allen had been sent back to the Order to return the Innocence, while Kanda went straight on to his next mission. Two days in, the samurai had been killed.
Two weeks he’d been dead. Two weeks Allen had locked himself in his room and refused to eat anything. Two weeks since Allen had even spoke a word.
He didn’t know he would take it like this. No one did. He was depressed and he could have sworn he and Kanda hated each other. What in the world was happening?
Lenalee had stopped checking on him before the first week ended. Lavi had stopped a few days after her.
Allen not only felt, but looked miserable. His normally neat hair was disheveled, his normally bright silver eyes were now a dull stone grey, there were dried tears running down his face, and his eyes were red. Allen only ever got up to shower, brush his teeth, and use the bathroom- the final of which was happening less and less due to him not eating anything.
Allen buried himself under the blanket on his bed, curling into a ball under it, hoping to hide himself from the world.
“Don’t use your Innocence….just leave me be…” Alma murmured weakly.
Alma opened his eyes, surprised to find himself standing up. Didn’t he just die in Yuu’s arms? And how could he have been standing when his legs had been ripped from his body when he self-destructed?
The teen looked around. Everything was white. Not even a shadow was present. He clapped his hands together, and the sound echoed for a bit. Where was he?
He looked down at the light fog that was close to the ground. It reminded him of the womb room from when they were kids. But everything else was just….whiteness. Like a blank canvas before an artist painted. He wasn’t even sure if he was standing on anything at this point.
He jumped up, listening to the sound of his feet hitting the ground. Not knowing what else to do, Alma started walking. He didn’t know where, but at that point he didn’t care. Since there was nothing around him, he closed his eyes as he walked.
After a while he stopped with a frustrated grunt and opened his eyes, fixing to scream something when he realized he wasn’t in that blank white place anymore. He was in a room that looked vaguely like a dojo, but one thing caught his eye.
Now that I have purchased the Black Order my next business goal is to eliminate those tacky so called uniforms and hand out fresh suits to everyone. They will be mandatory. Also I will be redesigning the place to my liking, the furniture and decorations are much too drab. The chef, Jerry, can stay. I tested his food and it appears to be up to par. That is all for now. More announcements later.