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Present Allen's POV
When Allen finished looking around; he headed back inside to go back to his room. He sighed as he gripped his head in pain. He had a major headache, knowing what that meant he rushed to his room. Once inside his room, he slammed the door shut. He quickly rushed to his bathroom to look in the mirror. Looking into the glass he could see the 14th's face smiling back at him. He gritted his teeth punching the mirror. He was sick and tired of feeling like he wasn't in control or alone.
'You know punching things isn't going to solve anything. I will take over this body one day and you can do nothing to stop it.' The 14th said mockingly.
'Shut Up!' He yelled with frustration and anger.
Future Kanda's POV
Kanda hearing his younger self stood up grabbing the cloak as he draped it over himself pulling the hood back up.
'God I'm glad we slightly change in the future. With all your yelling you'd bring akuma down on us in no time if on a mission' He thought to himself, walking to the door as he reached for the handle. Opening the door quickly he grabbed his younger self by the front of his exorcist coat and pulled him in. Lightly throwing younger Kanda across the room making him fall into a chair. He still had the cloak hiding his face as he growled.
"Would you shut the fuck up!? I know you have questions. But if you don't shut up I can't give you the answers baka!" He clenched his fists trying not to hit his other self into next week.
Present Kanda's POV
"What the hell is your problem!?" Kanda glared at the person in front of him slowly grabbing Mugen's hilt.
"What is with all the shit you were spitting out back at the order?! Who the hell are you!?" He was growing more frustrated by the second. He tried to keep his temper in check but that pretty much went out the window. He wanted to know what the hell was going on.
Present Allen's POV
Allen gripped his head tightly hoping the pain would stop soon. Instead the pain just continued to grow more intense and made him collapse.
"Damn it! Not this again" He grunted out. These headaches had been going on for a while now but he hasn't told anyone. He didn't want to burden to his friends or anyone else in the Order.
'You are really stupid kid. Really stupid.'
Future Kanda's POV
The older samurai stood tall in front of the other Kanda.
"Who the hell are you?! Why the hell were you at the order?! The younger yelled.
"I am….." He gets interrupted by the yelling Kanda.
"What type of shit do you need to tell me?! The other Kanda continued to yell.
"Just SHUT UP and listen to me!" He spoke harshly. His voice sounding oddly like the Kanda's when frustrated. He waited until the other shut up then continued to explain.
"I am you but from the future. Soon...very soon...Komui will pull everyone together and tell them the Moyashi is a noah." He put his hand up to shut the other up knowing he was going to say something
"Hear me out damn it!" He lowered his head as he sighed.
"It is because of OUR arrogance and ignorance that EVERYONE dies." He then reached up and flipped the hood of the cloak back to reveal his face. His hair falling down revealing midnight sky black hair.
"I am you two years from now. If you do not believe me then I will prove it to you." His dark blue eyes came to gaze upon his own face.
"We are running out of time. We will start a chain of events that sets Allen off and..." Eyes lowered to the ground as they filled with such pain, as his words railed off.
"That damn 14th will destroy everything and everybody."
Present Kanda's POV
Kanda gaped at…..well himself.
"What do you mean we start a chain of events that set Moyashi off? Why would what we do cause him to destroy everything and everyone?! He is not a Noah either! I'll admit you look like me but there is no way in hell that you are me!" He was furious beyond belief there was no way in hell that was true. The Moyashi isn't capable of destroying everything; he could barely hurt a fly. He glared at his "supposed" other self whiling turning away to leave. This was absolutely bullshit. Why should he believe this random stranger that claims to be him?
Future Allen's POV
Allen soon finds himself in front of his own room, clothes torn and covered with a mix of dirt and blood. He winced as he moved as he had deep wounds that had yet to be treated. Granted he didn't really care to get them checked out or patch them up himself. He opened the door to his past selves room feeling very nostalgic. Walking into the room he looks around and chuckles quietly. The room was quite bare with only a bed in the corner, a dresser across from the bed, and a picture of a clown above the bed.
"Sheesh, I need to teach past me to decorate..." he muttered.
Present Allen's POV
Allen whimpered in pain as his vision was starting to blur. He could feel blood drip from his nose but couldn't do anything about it. The pain was becoming too much as it now hurt to even move.
'I told you kid to not fight it. To just let it happen and the pain would not be as bad. But do you listen no. Idiot'
"Shut Up! Get out of my head!" He just wanted the pain, the voice, the suffering to end but he knew it wouldn't stop. He curled up into a ball, clenching his head trying to not let the tears fall.