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Chapter 1: Invitation

Allen's POV

"Looks like you've made up your mind, huh, boy", Tyki asked, floating in the air several feet away from Allen, dressed in white and looking as gorgeous as ever. The boy had always thought Tyki to be beautiful but, now, he'd be dramatically drooling if it weren't for the situation he was in. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration...

He was inside of For's bubble, floating above the battlefield that the Earl created in order to take him home, causing chaos and bringing back Alma Karma. Allen turned around and glared at the noah of pleasure. Reaching out his hand, Tyki said, "Now, let's go, boy. Don't keep our Lord Millennium in suspense too long."

Internally, he wrestled with himself, unsure of whether he wanted to leave or stay. On one hand, he had his friends at the order and the Earl's offer seemed too good to be true. Besides, the noah are bad, right? Well... except one noah...

On the other hand, he had always had an illegal crush on Tyki and was heartbroken when he realized that the card-playing, glasses-wearing, gorgeous-looking bum was actually a noah who had killed some of the closest people to him. Every time they saw each other, Allen grew more and more attached, rooting for the noah and praying that he could continue to stand his deadly blows. Luckily, the noah was stronger than him, which he admired in more ways than one, for more reasons than one.

Since recovering from his anger towards the noah while re-growing his arm, all he could wish was to have peace between him and Tyki. And... maybe more... Not that he thought the noah felt anything for him. In all honesty, he just seemed like a bipolar pervert who one minute was flirting with him and the next was trying desperately to kill him with hatred clouding his eyes. I've thought long enough, about this. I have no more time...

Stomach churning with fear and uncertainty, he reached out to grab the outstretched hand.

"Allen Walker", Lvelli screamed, spitting pure rage and anger his way. "Take that vermin's hand and you are an enemy of the order!"

"Be quiet", Tyki casually commanded. He raised a hand toward Lvellie and, without moving any other part of his body and keeping his eyes on Allen, he shot dark matter from his palm. Once it exploded on the man's scrunched up face, he dropped his hand back to his side. "So, boy?"

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand and grabbing Tyki's. Once their palms met, the bubble disappeared and he began to fall. Before he could, Tyki grabbed his hand and pulled him up with one hand, wrapping the other arm around the boy's slim waist. Once their chests were pressing tightly together, he dropped Allen's hand, allowing it to fall onto his shoulder and wrapping his other arm around the boy's waist, as well.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think we were hugging, Allen thought as he wrapped his arms around Tyki's neck, fighting back a blush that could only be seen as inappropriate, in the current situation. The noah of pleasure smirked with that smug smirk of his, so Allen looked away and "tch"ed. You haven't won yet, Tyki Mikk. Don't think this means anything...

(P.S. I came back to this chapter to add in a quick note: the beginning of this series is kind of cringeworthy because I originally wasn't taking this very seriously. It's get better later, though. xD)