Alystar leaned back against the rail of the old lift, sighing and rubbing his eyes. It had been two months since he had brought the three young Exorcists to the Order and they were showing signs of accomplishing missions without his help. "What's wrong Count?"

"I feel… alone," he rested a hand on the limb touching his shoulder.

"Alone? There are many here…"

"Yes. Though there are people here I feel as if I am walking around a graveyard… and they're all just visitors living among old graves."

Hebraska sighed, "You will come and visit again, won't you?"

"Of course," Alrystar smiled up at the great guardian.

Alystar disappeared the next day. It took a week of searching before Komui shook his head and called it off. Not even the fidgety golem would give a clue as to where the old Count had headed.

Komui would smile when Finder's would bring word of sightings of a man with a gold Exorcist's coat, or when the young Exorcists were dispatched only to find the Akuma reported destroyed and the Innocence already gone. He laughed and rested his cheek against his white nails, "You're getting to be as bad as General Cross, Count…"

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Alystar sat back and tried to distract himself with what looked like an old shoe string that he'd found in his pocket. A young girl was watching him as he wove his fingers through it. A tea cup was shown when he dropped the right fingers, she smiled at it. "Do you know any?"

"Yeah, I know the Witch's broom," she took the string and looped it around to show him.

"Nice, do you know how to do the ladder?"

She frowned and handed back the string. Arystar smiled softly as he went through the motions, he frowned when the string kept getting caught on the little black and gold band that rested on his pinky, barely able to fit passed the first joint. "Here," she giggled and helped him untangle his hand.

"Thank you," he felt the ring pulse when her fingers touched it. "Would you like to see it?" He asked when he saw her trying to examine it.

"Could I?" He nodded and took off the undersized band to let her hold it. "It's pretty," he knew she was referring to the intricate design, one very few could even see it was so small.

"I'll make you a deal. If it fits you can keep it. But if it doesn't, you have to give it back."

She looked suspitious of the terms but she slid the ring onto each finger. She started to become worried when it didn't fit. She smiled when it slid onto her thumb, perfect. "It fits!" She said excitedly but the man was already gone when she looked up to smile at him.

"One down, four to go," Alystar as he trudged on with his ever weightening case. He really hoped no one had to search his bag, he would be hard pressed to explain why he was carrying a tomahawk and a gun along with what looked to be musical instruments…

Author's corner:

Alright this is the end of the story, its more of an epilogue than anything so... -runs for it before the plotbunnies attack with a sequel-

Hope you enjoyed! I don't have a beta so if you want to holler!