Ungodly Fruit

He felt an impatience blooming in his chest. An unpleasant crushing feeling that grew everyday with time. Tyki Mikk remembered the last time he had seen Allen Walker with so much disdain and longing that it seemed he was completely contradictory down to his very soul for the second time that he could remember. Before, Tyki knew it was the human in him, crying out for him to stop because the exorcist was something important, someone that Tyki needed. What stopped him from giving into his human side was the Noah in him. That side pulsed and spoke to him even more now that Allen had tapped into the power it held with that sword of his. With the threat of destruction upon it, it had saved itself within Tyki, becoming even stronger than before. It seemed as though he had overcome the attempt by Allen Walker to kill his Noah. Why, then, did his wounds ache still?

Tyki was up in his room, overlooking the balcony through the little rivulets of rain sliding down the French windows as he thought about this. His long black hair fell around his face and down his back in a mess while he stared. Letting his mind wander, it found it’s way to that night in London, before this all happened. Allen’s skin, that wasn’t quite pale, or quite tan, yet the effect of outdoor labor was evident. The sounds he made and the hesitation he had in liking it all; a hesitation that Tyki could feel down within his own self, deep down in his body. It was impossible for Tyki to forget what was shared that night. The Earl knew and he never treated Tyki the same after he witnessed them copulating in that abandoned house. Rhode never knew, but she could see a change in Tyki, and not just from the difference in his Noah. She treated him differently as well, but still cared. He felt like an island on his own. Tainted by an exorcist, he was even more isolated. That loneliness hurt enough to break him, but it was one thing he could live with. What he couldn’t live with, was the pain from the memories he held, and the suffering of his heart from the fight back when the old ark was being downloaded.

“You wounded my pride as a Noah, Allen.” He whispered to the empty room. “A boy of an exorcist…”

“Tyki.” Rhode came into the room adorned with bows in her hair and wearing a pink party dress. “Father wants us at the party tonight.”

Tyki sighed and looked at the suite and tie draped over a chair in the corner. “Is Cyril really making us go? I’m not well tonight.”

Rhode’s face fell for a moment and Tyki turned from it and pretended to look back out the window so he wouldn’t have to see it. “He said it’s the Earl’s order. You’ve been missing from the parties for a while and he’s upset that you’re not there.”

He’s only upset because he knows why I’m not ‘feeling well’, he thought. “Alright, I’ll get ready.”

Rhode’s face brightened and she flounced out of the room, having returned to her normal mood again. Sighing, Tyki began stripping, catching the reflection of his bare chest in the mirror. He winced when he saw the ugly scars. The ones that wrapped around both arms like bands. The two that Allen had given him across his chest created a cross, the one symbolizing that God that the exorcists believed in. The last scar he saw on his wrist. Looking at it made Tyki feel as if he had been bound, made to carry a burden alongside himself. These burdens of mixed feelings he had, made Tyki’s heart ache. He flexed his wrist and rotated it a moment and it throbbed gently, but the aching in his heart hurt more. He remembered the words that Allen had said.

“I’m sad. Every time we meet, I’m sad. You’re more human than the others. If it were up to me, it would always, be nothing more than a game of Poker.”

The Noah shrugged away the feeling that arose from hearing those words and finished getting dressed. He couldn’t let himself be swept away by momentary and unnecessary feelings. Everyone would be watching him, and if he made a careless move, it could be the end. He gathered his hair up and brushed it a little so it would look nice. After some moments of frustration from trying to tie it back and make it look just right, he finally got it how he wanted and stepped back from the mirror, observing how he looked. It was good enough for an aristocratic party. He stepped out of his room and went for the stairs, taking a sweeping glance across the room at the guests. A lot of them were people who had been to many of the parties that were held in the house, but some were a few new faces he had yet to meet. There was a flurry of girls flirting with the male guests and some standing along the wall, waiting for Tyki to make his appearance. They all giggled and waved at him and Tyki returned the gesture with a polite smile.

As he moved through the motions of coming down the stairs elegantly and kissing the hand of the beautiful girls he saw, his thoughts involuntarily continued to wander back to that night in the house, and to the last time he saw Allen in the ark. How their repeated conversation seemed to reverberate in his head! He couldn’t help but notice the strange sense of repetition that had happened with that whole string of words that had been created that night in the abandoned house.

“It’s not really destiny. I’ve stripped many men to their underwear when playing cards.”

“I’m pretty sure I destroyed that arm.”

“Well it seems you didn’t. It’s right here, after all…”

“That’s right, you can pass through objects at will…”

“Had you forgotten, boy? I have the privilege to touch anything in this world that I choose…but your innocence is different. It doesn’t apply to ‘this world’ so I can’t choose to avoid it. It’s annoying.”

Words that didn’t seem to have much depth to them were implanted in Tyki’s heart and his mind never ceased to remind him of that. Tonight, it wouldn’t give him a moment’s peace. Soon, he was excusing himself from dancing with the women and moving towards the back wall where he found a place to sit and some wine to drink. Sipping elegantly at it, he suppressed a grimace at the sweet taste and wished he could find some hard liquor to drink. Something that would muddle the words in his mind so he wouldn’t have to think anymore. Would it be possible for a Noah to poison himself with alcohol until he was dead?

Sighing inwardly, he put the wine down and turned, going through a set of double doors into a dark and empty study where the only light came in from the rainy late afternoon outside. The rain had thinned some, and Tyki locked the door before sitting down in a cushioned armchair and watching it continue to come down. Knowing he was giving himself far too much room to think about Allen, he idly thought about his life back in the mine, the one that the Earl didn’t know about. There was a pang inside as he thought about the young boy he was leaving behind with his other friends, but he closed his eyes and concentrated on the happy moments, the moments that he missed and that made him wish he wasn’t a Noah. His daydream continued and he could have sworn that he was there with them again. The love and longing he felt for them as friends faded to happiness and contentment as the memories became more real by the moment. Knowing they couldn’t be real, but enjoying them all the same, he continued to let his thoughts wander until his consciousness seemed to fade and he drifted to sleep there in the chair.

It wasn’t long until something seemed to be touching him. The thing was soft and gentle, and Tyki enjoyed feeling it glide across his skin. Still, whatever it was began to actually bother him as it brought him out of his thoughts. I just want to be left alone. Why can’t I just be left by myself… he thought, slowly waking up. The feeling of being touched quickly disappeared and Tyki opened his eyes slowly and saw someone standing over him. What little light there was left that evening was enough to come in through the French windows and create a dark silhouette in the dim room. Quickly realizing that this person was what had been touching him, he sat up straighter and reached out to grab the person, but they quickly backed up to get out of his reach. Tyki got to his feet and raced after the person, grabbing them before they realized that the Noah had gotten up. He twisted the arms behind their back and gripped the short hair; pulling the head back to get a better look at just who it was that was after him.

A young boy in white hair stared back at him, gritting his teeth as he looked up into the man who had a hold on him. Tyki narrowed his eyes and growled as he shoved him down. “What are you doing here, boy?”

Allen winced when he was thrown down, but looked up at Tyki with a hard stare. “You don’t have to know that. I’m here on my own terms, investigating.”

“Oh ho! Did you get a lead on where we Noahs might be?” He asked with a snarl. Turning from Allen, he clenched his fists together over and over again to try and get rid of the burning feeling he felt in them. His Noah was ready to fight and wasn’t going to let things go this time, because while it was brave enough to face it and fight Allen, the thought of facing that sword again sent fear coursing through him that he couldn’t control or face. “Get out of here, Walker. Before Road and the others realize you’re here and come after you.”

Allen paused and got up slowly, staring at Tyki’s back as he stood in the middle of the large study. “I know.”

“They won’t let you go like I did…you’ll be killed.” It wasn’t a warning it was a statement, a fact. Allen was one of those do-gooders. He was the kind of kid that would do anything as long as it would better someone other than himself. “Then you won’t be able to do any good in this war, would you?”

“Then kill me now.” Allen said quietly. “Wouldn’t it be better if you did, rather than just let me get away again?”

Tyki winced a little and closed his eyes, his gloved hands rubbing and clenching each other harder as he tried and to calm his nerves. “Is that what you came here for? So that I could kill you?”

“No. I came to see if I was right about something.” Allen’s voice was strong. Tyki wondered how he could be so strong. How this teenager could have such a spirit in him that he was willing to put his life on the line was beyond Tyki, since all he knew was how to avoid all the pain and misery that each side held. The choice to touch anything in this world I want to, is only my escape. I choose to not sully my hands with the depression and shame of lying to my friends as a human, Tyki thought, and I choose to enjoy causing such feelings in those around me as a Noah. Tyki turned and glared at Allen.

He came forward and stood before Allen, towering over him as he felt his anger surge through him. It’s power and force was due to his own anger added onto the Noah’s inside him. The one that told him to never forget, never forgive. “You should tend to your theories away from a place where you can be killed, boy.” He whispered and reached up, gripping Allen’s throat tightly. Allen emitted a choked sound and Tyki lifted him up, glaring intently up into his eyes. “What kind of an Exorcist comes back to a Noah only to risk his life on a theory?”

Staring into the young boy’s eyes, he saw a yearning look in his eyes that was never there before. A sad glance of the eyes, that wasn’t meant for the Noah or the akuma, and Tyki felt his heart ache in that instance. The kind of Exorcist that comes back to a Noah, he realized, is one such as this. With enough compassion in his heart to save every soul he comes across. Tyki hated it. He hated the compassion and love Allen felt for everything he did and didn’t know, and that naïve way he reached out his heart to everything and let his unabashed passion keep him from stopping. Still, as much as he hated it, he loved it dearly. It was a strength he couldn’t have, but one that he knew could possibly save him from this horrible feeling he had of betraying his family and betraying his own human self inside. Maybe that was why he felt so attached to this young Exorcist. Letting his hand loosen and gently and quickly bringing him down so that they were at face level, he looked at Allen. Unable to voice what was exactly happening in his body, he looked at him sadly. He hoped Allen would be able to read him as well as he thought he could. “What kind of a Noah has mercy on an Exorcist…when he knows to his very core that it’s wrong?”

Allen was smart and observant, but not quite. This was close enough. Tyki was giving mercy to the boy, but there was more than that. Still holding him up in the air, but gently now, he reached up a gloved hand and stroked his cheek. “One who…” Tyki paused and shook his head, unable to say it. Allen looked at Tyki curiously.

“One who what?”

Still shaking his head, Tyki brought his face closer to his own and kissed him gently. There was a shudder of fear throughout the younger man’s body and Tyki quickly touched his cheek, holding him up and holding him gently to show him that this wasn’t like the last time. He could feel the shuddering grow worse and there was a wrenching feeling in Tyki’s heart. Pulling from Allen he saw he had his eyes shut and was shaking, but he wasn’t pushing Tyki away. Wanting to comfort the boy, but not finding his words, he only uttered his name in a soft whisper. “Allen…”

Looking down at him, he realized what was going on and he looked away, glaring slightly as if he were angry that he was scared. “What?”

Tyki couldn’t resist a smile and he carried Allen towards a corner where the bookcases met. He propped the smaller body against the shelves and positioned his feet along them so he was semi-stable before supporting the rest of his body with his caresses. The boy shuddered again, but Tyki kissed along his neck, nibbling softly as he went, his fingers never ceasing their soft movements across the skin that he could reach. There was urgency in Tyki’s movements. There was desire that he had never felt before, and a love he never knew inside of him, and he so wanted to express and share this feeling of drive and love with him. Until that moment, in the study, he never knew it existed. It was only a curious and mysterious feeling he couldn’t explain. Since he had realized it, he wondered if Allen had the same ones and if he was wrestling with the ghost of their night together, as he had been for so long.

Allen whimpered and shivered more as Tyki continued to feel along his body. His coat was drenched through by the rain and had soaked through a little to his shirt. It clung in parts of his body to his chest and for the first time, Tyki noticed the outlines of his muscles. Only, there was something not quite right about his right side. There seemed to be something odd about how it was shaped and as he reached up to feel it, there was a knock at the door. They both froze and listened as the handle jiggled.

“Tyki? Are you in there?” It was Rhode’s voice, no doubt coming to look for Tyki and drag him back to the party before the Earl found out before he disappeared. “Hey, c’mon Tyki, the party is no fun without you and you’ve been gone for an hour now!”

They both looked at each other and shared a mutual feeling of relief that the double doors were locked. Gently letting Allen down to the floor again, he called over his shoulder. “I’m fine, Rhode, I just fell asleep. Go back out, I’ll be there in a minute, alright?”

There was a little bit of grumbling from the other side, but no other remark and she was gone. Tyki turned to Allen and touched his cheek, surprised by the smaller hand that touched his own. Allen was looking up at him, with a look of mixed emotions that made Tyki sigh. He leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where are you staying?”

Allen didn’t answer for a moment, and when he did, he was barely above a whisper. “In a small place down the road…next to the center of the city…”

“What’s it called?”

“Gentlekeeper’s Inn…” He answered back and squeezed his hand. “Tyki, are you…”

Tyki shook his head and stopped Allen’s question with a kiss. “Go on, boy, lest you be killed…”

The young Exorcist looked up a moment then nodded and pulled his hood over his white hair and turned to go. He quickly left through the French doors into the rain, closing them quietly behind him before leaving along the dark garden and into the night. Tyki watched him until he couldn’t see him any longer then turned swiftly to the door and put on a brilliantly warm smile before stepping out into the hall and greeting the endless stream of girls coming his way. Not sure what was to come later in the night, he began to prepare mentally a plan that would help him escape, perhaps alone, or perhaps not so alone.

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Not many people said if they would have liked a sequel or not, but I know a few who did, so this is for them.

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