A/N: It probably will not yet be as dramatic as the summary makes it seem, but it will have a good combination of light-hearted and serious moments. A few might recognize this first chapter; I did publish this once before, but it ended up getting deleted, and since I wasn't sure whether I was continuing it or not, I never bothered publishing it again, but have now decided to do so. The plot is simple, and it won't be extensively long, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!(:

The point of view will constantly switch between Road and Allen, just to note.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man.

Chapter 1

Time Frame — Night of August 22nd, 1889

—3rd Person POV—

~Road~

Road pouted in disappointment as the dirty boy paid her no mind, and continued to hold himself closely. For the one who was supposed to be Neah's next host, she hadn't expected him to be so boring. Road sighed softly as she unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. The boy was trembling to the point that she actually wondered if he wasn't just cold. At first, she'd assumed he was frightened as all sub-humans tended to be, but they were down in the dungeons, and it wasn't exactly cozy down here. Millenie hadn't decided what he was to do with the traitor for now, so he wasn't up to being very accommodating. With a snap of her fingers, an Akuma servant appeared beside her, standing on the other side of the iron bars.

"What can I do for Ms. Kamelot?" the servant droned.

"Blanket," Road simply demanded, not bothering to spare the Akuma a glance. In less than a minute, the Akuma returned with a soft, thick blanket, which Road immediately snatched through the gaps in the cell door. "Leave us."

Once they were alone, Road wrapped the blanket about the auburn-haired boy with surprising gentleness. She couldn't have the weak human dying because of some sickness, after all. The boy, Allen, stilled in slight shock, and then instantly snuggled into the warmth with a small sniffle. Road wondered what to do next. Millenie wasn't do to arrive for another couple hours, and this Allen boy wasn't exactly the epitome of fun. Unfortunately, she'd been ordered to keep him under her watch—as Millenie trusted her most—so she couldn't very well leave him to go play with her dolls.

Heaving a bored sigh, the young Noah plopped down in front of Allen, and simply stared at him. She momentarily wondered if Neah had yet to awaken, but then shook away the thought. The boy seemed too young. Even she had been slightly older when her Noah first awoke.

"Why are you staring at me?" Road was surprised to hear the clear, but slightly childish voice of Allen. He had finally ceased crying, and was curiously gazing back at her with slightly terrified, wide, moonlit eyes. Road had to give him credit for the lack of shakiness in his voice, despite the tear tracks and sniffles.

"I'm bored!" Road whined to the seven-year-old, as she flopped onto her back carelessly.

Allen slightly jumped at her sudden outburst, and timidly asked, "Erm, why?"

"Because!" Road pouted. "Millenie says I have to watch you, so that means I can't play with my dolls!"

"Oh," Allen muttered, not exactly sure how to placate the strange girl. She was his kidnapper after all.

Sitting back up, Road gave Allen another contemplative stare, causing said boy to squirm under her intense gaze. Not that Road cared, as she continued to observe him. Suddenly, she spoke up again to the jittery boy, "So, what do you like to do for fun?"

"Fun?" Allen wrinkled his nose as if the concept were foreign to him. Receiving Road's expectant stare, Allen pulled the blanket tighter against himself, attempting to soak up the warmth. After a moment of careful thinking, the boy replied, "I like spending time with my dad." Allen felt giddy. It was the first time he'd ever referred to Mana as his father. He'd done it to keep his capturers from knowing who Mana was, but the feeling of the action didn't lessen.

Road blinked, and then giggled. "That's so weird! Spending time with your dad!"

Allen furrowed his eyebrows, feeling indignant. There was nothing wrong with that! But then, he wondered what she thought of her own father. "Don't you like spending time with your dad?"

"Um, well, I guess. But it's not really fun. It's more… amusing," Road giggled again, thinking of her obsessive father. As for Allen, he was just perplexed. How did someone find one's parents "amusing"? Then again, she might've meant that he was really funny…? But for some reason, Allen doubted it.

"Um, right," Allen muttered not knowing what else to say, and awkwardly shifted on the cement, fiddling with the seamed edges of the blanket. It surprised Road that he hadn't yet started demanding her to take him home. She'd assumed the boy would be loud and obnoxious. What else could you expect from a seven-year-old kid?

As for Allen, he was clueless as to what they could possibly want with him. He wanted to go back to Mana so badly, but a small churning in his gut told him that if he somehow escaped, Mana would also pay the price. Allen jumped slightly, surprised to suddenly hear Road's voice again.

"Hmm, so what were you doing before I snatched you from that crowd?" Road asked, for the lack of anything else to say. She wrinkled her nose, remembering the foul stench of human sweat mixed with dirt. It was a wonder she'd managed to find Allen, considering he'd been smack dab in the middle of it all. Being on the field didn't turn out to be as much fun when you couldn't even terrorize a few humans, but she couldn't very well deny the missions Millenie assigned her. Maybe whine a little, but not deny.

"Oh, uh, I was just helping out the clown that was performing," Allen muttered awkwardly, not sure how to explain that. Thankfully, he wasn't dressed in his clown garb—they'd run out of clown make-up, so he would've looked silly without it; and not in a good way, mind you. It could have directly connected him to Mana, who'd used the last of the make-up to dress himself up. Because of this, Allen had worn his regular, dirty attire and had held unto Mana's top hat as the townspeople threw money into it, while occasionally doing tricks and flips himself, earning them a bit of additional money. Allen deflated slightly at the thought. He'd dropped the hat when Road had roughly grabbed on to him. Allen really hoped that nobody had stolen the money.

"Huh?" Road tilted her head. "Why would you do that?"

Still fiddling with the blanket, Allen explained, "He promised to get me a treat if I did." This wasn't a complete lie. Mana had promised to buy him a small treat if they managed to earn a little extra.

Road snickered. "Why couldn't you just ask your dad for one?"

"We're low on money right now," Allen muttered again.

"Hey, do you want to play dress up with me?!" Road unexpectedly squealed, completely turning the subject around.

"Huh?" Before Allen could say anymore, Road had already hopped up and unlocked the dead bolt with a loud click. Pushing the heavy, barred door with a deafening creak, Road grabbed a hold of Allen and hurriedly dragged him out. Allen yelped slightly as he stumbled after her, accidentally slipping out of his warm blanket.

Road hummed happily to herself, as she continued to throw articles of clothing about the room, seemingly unsatisfied with everything she found. Allen wasn't sure what to make of it. Though he did have to admit that she made the funniest expressions while occupied. Allen leaned back against the velvet sofa and relaxed, deciding to be comfortable for the time being. He certainly doubted he'd be receiving such treatment for the duration of his stay.

"Aha!" Road suddenly exclaimed with a satisfied grin, causing the red-head to jolt out of his thoughts in surprise. Up until then, he'd completely zoned out from the young Noah's occasional babbling, and had been ready to fall asleep from exhaustion. Allen was pretty sure it was way past the bedtime Mana had attempted to get him to follow.

Allen blinked rapidly, noticing Road's snapping fingers in front of his face, and tried to shake away his drowsiness. "Um, yes?"

"I have found the perfect outfit for you!" Road grinned widely, holding up a stack of clothes to Allen's face.

"That's great?" Allen asked more than answered, unsure of what else to say. This really wasn't his area of expertise…

"Duh! Of course it is~! So go on and try it out!" Road demanded, shoving the chosen clothing into Allen's arms with an expectant smirk.

Allen stared dumbly at the clothing, feeling too worn out to follow the crazy girl's orders. It had been such a long day, and being kidnapped by a girl not much older than him, as well as being constantly pestered by her, had left him physically and mentally exhausted. Allen rubbed at his drooping eyes, trying to hold back his tears; all he wanted to do was go back to Mana. What if the older clown had finally left after not finding him? He could have traveled anywhere by now! Allen's bottom lip quivered.

Road, oblivious to Allen's thoughts, poked the boy, asking, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I-I'm too tired," Allen mumbled, slouching further down the couch. He really was all alone now. Despite the fact that his kidnappers—the girl's earlier rants had pointed to the fact that there were others who'd been involved—weren't all bad up until now, Allen was sure their treatment of him would worsen. He wasn't sure what they wanted from him, but if they were to discover his arm, they would be sure to kill him in disgust of his deformity, once they'd used him. Setting the clothes aside, Allen curled into himself.

Childishly, Road crossed her arms and pouted. "Aww, but that's boring! I want to play, Allen!"

Allen managed to open his drooping eyes, startled, and warily asked, "How do you know my name?"

"Huh? Oh, one of the sub-humans called out after you, so I assumed that was your name. Anyway! C'mon, Allen! Play with me!" Road pleaded, tugging at him so he'd get up, causing the already weak boy to stumble off the couch. Surprised at his feeble strength, Road's firm pull caused Allen to crash into her, sending them both sprawling into the array of clothing piled along the carpeted floor.

"My~! What is going on here~?" a voice, unfamiliar to Allen, suddenly spoke up. Road instantly jumped up and ran over to the large, round figure, immediately tackling the man with a hug.

"Millenie! You're finally back! I was so bored! Allen is no fun at all! All he does is mope around!" Road whined to the large man, more specifically known as the Millenium Earl.

The Maker's already huge grin, somehow managed to widen as he chuckled, and said, "Is that so~?"

"Yes!" Road declared, as Allen wearily sat up with wide eyes. So this was the figure behind his actual kidnapping? He was certainly a lot scarier than Allen had expected. Despite the man's continuous grin, his glinting, gold eyes that were difficult to focus on with the light reflecting off of his glasses, made Allen shudder. The red-headed boy gulped, as the man neared him, eyes narrowing dangerously in spite of his large grin. Unexpectedly, the Millenium Earl seized his left arm.

"What is this~?" he hissed. The fact that he continued to speak in his melodic voice terrified Allen all the more. The Millenium Earl roughly yanked away the glove and shoved the sleeve of his loose, white shirt up his arm, revealing the scaly, red arm with a green cross imbedded atop his hand.

"Innocence?! How did I not…? It's been so long…" Road muttered to herself with a fierce scowl. How had she not noticed before?! It should have been instinctive for her to notice that sort of disgusting weapon! But it'd been so long since she'd dealt with the repulsive junk. After the Earl had ordered her lie low and keep away from it all, Road had learned to ignore it, but she'd never thought it possible to grow this immune to it! With a scowl, Road decided that she would soon need to remedy this.

"I-I'm sorry! P-please don't hurt me!" Allen cried and trembled, terrible memories from his childhood resurfacing as both figures continued to glower in disgust at his arm.

Deciding to take the initiative, Road crouched down beside Allen, and gently took his scaly hand in her own two, trying her best to ignore the sweltering agony that it caused her. Knowing that whatever damage it produced would soon be healed, Road softly spoke, "Allen? Do you know what that crystal imbedded in your hand is?"

Allen silently shook his head in response, trembling, as fat tears involuntarily spilled down his flushed cheeks.

"It's called Innocence. The Crystal of God. But that is a lie. Innocence is evil. Innocence destroys what we are trying to accomplish. Innocence is very bad thing, Allen," Road carefully whispered her explanation, slowly corrupting the would-be-Exorcist's mind.

"I-it is?" Allen sniffled, as he stared into Road's large, persuasive eyes. It was hard not to get lost in their entrancing, golden depths.

"Yes, Allen. And now it has gotten attached to you, like a disgusting parasite," Road continued in her tilting voice.

Silver eyes widened, as the young boy whispered, "Are you going to kill me?"

Road slowly backed away, causing Allen to realize how close they'd been. With a small, infectious giggle, Road replied, "Of course not, Allen~! We would never harm one of our own. We are family after all. Right?" Something in Allen's gut told him that there was more meaning behind her words, he just wasn't sure what. Thankfully, he didn't need to respond to her dangerous tone of voice, as she carried on.

"But you see, we can't simply continue to let you have it in your possession. I mean, look at the damage it's already caused," Road spoke with a conniving smile, as she released his hand to present her own, which were now black and shriveled, charred by the power of the Innocence. Allen gasped in shock. Fortunately, he was already sitting, otherwise he would've stumbled back from the horrifying image.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I really am a m-monster!" Allen sobbed, frightened. He couldn't believe he'd done that!

Deftly avoiding his left arm, Road pulled him into a close hug with manipulative smirk. "There, there. I'm sure we can get rid of it." Allen forcefully pulled back, afraid to hurt her again. Knowing he was too weak to escape her grasp, Road simply released him.

Surprisingly, the Maker patted his head in a comforting matter, as he spoke up in his melodious voice, "Do not fret, my boy~. For you see, your Innocence can certainly help out our cause~."

"R-really?" Allen hiccupped, wiping away his tears. Road perked up. This was certainly news to her.

"Why, yes~! By cultivating this hideous weapon, we can have you infiltrate the enemy~!" the Earl exclaimed, and continued to say, "Let me explain~. The Exorcists, those that wield the corrupt power of Innocence, fight against our cause in an attempt to eliminate our family and everything we stand for~. With you, my boy, on our side, we can have a spy in their numbers~. You, young Allen, will tear them apart!" The Maker released a small, cruel laugh as he said those last few words, seeming to find amusement in them.

Allen took in a gulp, before carefully saying, "A-and after I've gotten you the information you want, will you k-kill me?"

The Millenium Earl chuckled again as he replied, "Information~? We do not need their information~. We already know everything there is to know about the Exorcists and their filthy Black Order~! Your mission will be to befriend them, gain their trust~. And when you reveal yourself, you will plant a seed of doubt in them~! They will tear themselves apart, when they realize that they can trust no one~!" The Earl's large grin turned wicked as his amber eyes narrowed with hideous glee.

"Yes! And did you not hear me earlier, Allen? You're one of us now! Welcome to our family~!" Road giggled along with the Earl.

"I-I am? How?" Allen blinked, not understanding.

"Ah, those explanations can wait for another day, young Allen~. You are tired, are you not~?" the Maker pointed out. Allen felt that answering otherwise would be a mistake, so he immediately nodded in response. Either way, he wasn't wrong. Allen felt like he could drop dead any second from how drained he felt. As if on cue, Allen released a loud yawn.

"Ah, yes, I knew it~. Come, let's get you back to your cell~. You will be staying there until we can get a permanent room for you~!" the Earl babbled, switching over to his "friendly" persona. As he spoke, he suddenly swept Allen in his arms, as if he were only a baby, causing Allen to completely stiffen. He'd never been held like this before; not even by Mana. But arguing didn't seem like a choice, so he said nothing. The rocking actually managed to relax him, and soon, he was drifting off to sleep.

Before he could fully settle into a deep slumber though, Allen was slightly awakened by a soft spoken conversation.

"Millenie?" Road piped up. The russet-haired boy could faintly hear her skipping alongside the much larger man.

"Yes, my dear Road~?" the Earl hummed.

The ash-skinned girl paused for a moment, before asking, "What if he goes rogue again, once he awakens? I don't think I could stand it another time…"

"Do not worry~!" the Maker chuckled, amused. "I am absolutely sure, that Mana Walker is still alive somewhere~! If Neah is unwilling to submit, his older brother will be the one to pay the price this time around~."

Allen froze.

"Ohh, okay! Hopefully, Neah won't be too upset~!" Road grinned.

Without a doubt, Allen knew he would willingly do anything asked of him.

Time Frame — Morning of August 23rd, 1889

"Good morning, Allen~!" Road cheered, leaning close to boy's sleeping form.

"Hnm?" Allen mumbled, as his pretty, silver eyes fluttered open while he released a soft yawn. Thankfully, Road backed away slightly, allowing Allen room to sit up and stretch out his stiff limbs. Rubbing the grit from his eyes, Allen muttered, "Morning."

"So, what do you wanna do today~?" Road piped up, straightening up eagerly.

"Um, I don't know…" Allen blinked. "Err, what was your name again?"

"Oh! That's right, I never introduced myself! My name is Road Kamelot, the 9th Apostle, Noah of Dreams, and I'm… Well, my age is a bit complicated, but let's say I'm thirteen for now!" Road exclaimed.

Unfortunately for Allen, he had only understood half of that. "Um, the 9th apostle? Noah of Dreams? What are you?" It certainly hadn't escaped Allen's notice all the oddities of this strange girl. The seven stigmata across her forehead; the unnatural, molten gold eyes; her corpse-like, ash-colored skin. Whatever she was, Allen certainly doubted she was human.

With a giggle, Road explained, "We are the reincarnated family of Noah. Each of us, represent Noah in some way. I represent Noah's Dreams, which makes me the 9th apostle! We, unlike those fake Exorcists, are the true apostles of God!"

"What does that make me?" Allen asked with a small frown. Road had made it clear that he was now a part of their family, despite their discovery of his "Innocence". So, shouldn't that make him an "Exorcist"?

"Well, unlike us, your Noah has yet to awaken, so it might be a while before you actually become a Noah," Road swiftly explained. She was getting bored with all the explanations, and she wanted to go play.

"And this?" Allen pointedly held up his left arm. Thankfully, it was once again covered up by his glove and sleeve.

"That is just a regrettable mistake that we can use to our advantage," Road bluntly pointed out. Seriously? When could they stop with all the questions? It was no fun, and they still had to go eat before they could find something fun to do! Hmm, maybe they could go play with Lero…

"Right," Allen muttered. He had to give them credit though. They hadn't ridiculed him because of how his arm looked. They were simply disgusted by the Innocence. Despite his age, Allen understood this well enough, the image of Road's scorched hands having been seared into his brain.

"Okay! Let's go then!" Road impatiently dragged Allen out of the dungeons, leading him towards her room.

"Eh?! Where are we going?" the auburn-haired boy demanded as he staggered after her.

"To get you changed into some proper clothes, and then we can go eat!" Finally arriving to her room, Road pushed him in the direction of the couch, and started digging around before finally pulling out a set of clothes for Allen.

"Err, where did you even get clothes that fit me?" Allen asked, slightly disturbed by the fact that the clothing handed to him was around his size. Even if this Noah family was apparently rich, the fact that he hadn't been here for a whole 24 hours and they already had clothes ready for him, was pretty alarming.

"Oh, one of the Akuma maids was a seamstress in her previous life, so I ordered her to make you a whole bunch of clothes for you yesterday when we arrived," Road quickly told him as she began to forcefully push him in the direction of her bathroom. "Now hurry up and change!" she ordered impatiently with a slam of the door.

With an exasperated sigh, Allen decided to leave his question about "Akuma" for a later time. It didn't seem like Road was up for much more than he'd already asked. "Are you ready yet?!" Shaking him out of his thoughts, Allen finally changed into the stiff clothing with an annoyed frown, before throwing the door open.

"Aw, I forgot about shoes!" Road exclaimed, horrified. "Akuma!" Allen's eyes widened in revulsion, as a lady resembling a corpse appeared right beside them.

"Yes, Ms. Kamelot?" the Akuma maid droned. Allen shuddered at the way the lady spoke in her detached and deadened voice, her face expressionless as well.

"I need you to get me a pair of new shoes in his size," Road ordered, while pointing over to Allen. Allen stiffened when the Akuma maid's impassive eyes drifted over to his direction and carefully observed him.

"Right away, Ms. Kamelot," the Akuma maid finally turned back to Road, with a sigh of relief from Allen, and was soon gone.

"What was that?" Allen asked, still slightly horrified by the image of the woman.

"Huh? Oh, that was an Akuma Millenie modified to serve us. Oh, look at you! Do you not know how to dress yourself?" Road suddenly demanded, giving Allen an accusing glare. Allen glanced down and shrugged. So what? His shirt had gotten wrinkled slightly, but that was about it. He could see nothing else wrong. With an exasperated sigh, Road made her way over to him and began to tuck his white dress shirt into his black trousers.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" Allen asked, slightly embarrassed at her actions.

"I'm making you look presentable!" Road snapped, as she finished tucking his shirt in and smoothing it out. "And I'm not done with you just yet~!" With this, Road skipped back over to the pile of clothing and began digging around, attempting to find something suitable to add to his plain outfit. "Aha!" Dashing back over to Allen, she shoved a pair of white, crisp gloves into Allen's hands and then forced him into a formal vest, which she rapidly buttoned it up, before tying a ribbon into a bow underneath the collar of his button-up with a swift flourish. "So~! What do you think~?"

Picking at the ribbon with a distasteful frown, the red-head pointed out, "Uh, purple? Isn't that a bit girly?"

"But we can match now!" the Noah girl retorted with a pout.

"Fine," Allen conceded to the older girl with a discreet roll of his eyes. Unexpectedly, the Akuma servant arrived once again, causing Allen to become stiff again at the corpse-like being. Thankfully, the maid didn't prolong her stay, and left shortly after, leaving him with a new pair of boots.

"Yay! Now let's go eat breakfast~! I'm in the mood for something sweet!" Road cheered as she began to lead him through the halls of the ark, allowing him to walk on his own for once, which Allen was immensely grateful for. He was surprised he had yet to sprain his wrist.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to Allen. "Um, Road? Is the rest of your family going to be there?" he asked, feeling apprehensive. He wasn't sure he was ready to meet Road's family. The auburn-haired boy could barely handle Road alone; let alone her whole family. And something in his gut told him that her family was just as bad as her; if not worse! Allen shuddered slightly.

"Hmm? Oh, no! They're all out on some mission or the other," Road briefly said, as they finally arrived to the empty dining hall. Allen stiffened somewhat, when he noticed the awaiting Akuma maid in the shadows.

"Akuma! Go get us breakfast, and make sure it's sweet!" Road commanded, causing the Akuma maid to swiftly vanish into what Allen presumed to be the kitchen. Leading the younger boy over to the round dining table, she had him sit next to her. "This can be your permanent seat from now on, Allen!"

"Ah, okay," Allen replied, as climbed up onto the seat, allowing him to recognize just how small he really was. Allen frowned.

Swinging her legs back and forth, Road eagerly piped up, "Okay, so you can't tell Millenie, but I'm working on making you your own room!"

"Err, why can't I tell him?" Allen blinked.

"Because! He doesn't trust you yet! But I'm bored, so I wanna work on making you a room! So, tell me your favorite color!" Road demanded with an enthusiastic grin.

Allen fiddled with his purple ribbon in careful thought. Certainly not red. He hated that color. It was the color of his left arm which had brought him so much trouble. The color of the circus that had beaten him. The color of the blood that had been spilled by those hated villagers. The color of his… name. Allen shook the thoughts away. He was no longer Red.

"Blue," Allen replied softly. Blue was the color of the free, open sky. The color that had mocked him for the longest time. But not anymore. Thanks to Mana, he'd been freed of all that. And despite his capture, Allen was determined to regain that freedom one day.

Just as he said this, the dreaded Akuma returned with stacks of food. Soon, the table was being covered with large platters stacked with waffles, pancakes, fruit, and toast, as well as jars of jam and jugs of maple syrup. Allen didn't think he'd ever seen this much food. Scratch that. He knew he'd never seen this much food. The russet-haired boy didn't even know what some of this stuff was!

Road giggled at his amazed expression, and shoving a fork into his hand she ordered, "Go on, Allen!"

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Allen immediately began to stack a large amount of food onto his plate along with Road, Akuma forgotten. He suddenly realized that it had been a whole day since he'd last eaten! Allen greedily devoured the scrumptious and sweet—just as Road had ordered—breakfast with gusto. It wasn't long before both of them had finished up all the food.

"Thanks Road! That was great!"

Road beamed back, noticing that it was the first time Allen had truly smiled sine he'd arrived here. Still grinning, Road exclaimed, "Just wait until tomorrow, when the whole family is here for breakfast!"

It took a lot of strength for Allen not to puke the food back up.

"Now c'mon, Allen~! Let's go play~!"

Time Frame — Morning of August 24th, 1889

"Come. On. Allen!" Road huffed. She didn't know where the younger boy had found the strength, but dragging him to the dining hall was turning to be a lot more strenuous than she'd thought possible.

"I-I can't!" Allen pulled back, trying to escape the ash-skinned girl's firm grasp.

"Why. Not?" she stressed, digging her feet into the tile, so far winning their "tug-a-war" session.

"B-because! Your family sounds terrifying!" Allen gasped, as he pointlessly tried to pull away.

"They're. Not. That. Bad!" Road exclaimed. "Aha!" Allen had finally stumbled, and quickly taking advantage, the young Noah girl opened up her up brilliantly colored, heart-shaped door and hauled him through. Before long, they were stumbling into the dining hall, Road's door disappearing behind them with a snap of her fingers.

"W-what?!" Allen yelled in shock, when he realized they'd somehow made it in practically one step. "Wait! Where is everyone?" Allen had soon noticed that the dining hall was actually empty, with the exception of them.

"They'll be arriving soon!" Road heaved him up into a standing position and swiftly begin to straighten his clothing out, which was pretty similar from yesterday's outfit, with the exemption of the ribbon. Today's color was a soft, baby-blue. Allen still thought it was girly.

Forcefully dragging the red-head over to their seats once she'd finished, Road quickly sat them down. It wasn't long before other Noah began to arrive. Allen sat rigidly in his seat, attempting to ignore the curious stares directed at him. Road simply swung her legs back and forth, thrilled at the chance to introduce not only their little brother, but also their new weapon against the hated Exorcists. She positively could not wait! It was going to be incredible!

Once they'd all gathered—with the exception of the Millenium Earl, who was busy with a couple of clients—and the Akuma maids had served them breakfast, Road spoke up with a clasp of her hands, "Everyone! I would like you to meet the newest member of our beloved family! This is Allen!"

A/N: I should be updating in two weeks. Maybe sooner if I get a good amount of reviews, just because those tend to be very motivational when pertaining to my writing!(; I really do hope many of you will a drop a quick review though, just to let me know if you would like a continuation of this. Until next time!