I've been debating whether or not I want to do a D. Gray-Man fanfiction and so here it is! I love D. Gray-Man for its my one of my favorite anime's and I've always wanted to do a fanfiction story on it but always forgot about it, but not this time~

He didn't know how long he just sat there staring at the name that was engraved on the grave that was right before his eyes. Mocking him, laughing in his face as if the world was proving a point to him.

You were destined to be alone in this world.

A shiver rocked his whole body. He didn't know if he was cold or the haunting thought in his head caused him to shiver. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now that Mana his reason for everything was now taken away from him. It was his fault. If he hadn't run out into the street then the carriage wouldn't have taken Mana away from him, now here he was crying at his grave with a blank expression displaying no sort of emotion.

He was empty.

The light, which Mana had provided, was no longer given to him for it was gone now. His light was buried deep within the ground never to be seen again. No longer will he see that gentle smile, those warm hands, or that soothing voice that scared the nightmares away. He was alone.

"Mana…" the boy muttered as another sob escaped from his mouth. Why was god so hell bent in making him suffer so much? Was his very existence so hated that even God didn't want him to achieve the little bit of happiness he managed to obtain before it was cruelly taken from him? Looking at his left hand which was now exposed he gave it a blank stare no longer bothering to keep it hidden for he was the only one here. This hand of his-what good is it if it can't even protect Mana? That annoying clown who kept trying to force his way into his heart having succeeded deserved to live more than him…so why? Averting his eyes away from the limb he turned his eyes back towards the grave once again. What should he do now?

He doesn't know.

"Good evening~"

Lifting his head slowly he stared at a figure that looked like a Victorian gentlemen. A rotund figure, he has gray skin, dressed up in a large coat and top hat, with an enormous grin.

The boy knew right away this person or thing before him was not human-what was standing before him had the presence of the devil himself. Maybe that's what the figure before him was, the devil who came to take the demon child away from the land of humans. Grinning while speaking pleasantly at him while at the same time giving him that vibe of wanting to run away and hide only confirmed his suspicions.

What stood before him…was not human.

Then what is he really?

"Good evening…"

Why did he respond? His first instinct was to run away and never look back but another part of him urged him to stay and greet this grinning phantom that appeared out of nowhere. Has he now gone mad like Mana? Maybe they did have something in common after all.

"I can bring him back." The grinning phantom offers.

He knows he shouldn't. He knows that he shouldn't; yet he does anyway. He makes a deal with the grinning phantom without any sort of hesitation. And that proved to be his mistake. A very bad mistake that cost him dearly. He did as he was told, he called Mana's name and it appears above the gray skeleton forehead and begins to move. Instincts were screaming at the danger that would soon befall him but he ignores it in favor of relishing in the fact that he gets to hear Mana's voice once again. Had he not chose to ignore his instincts then he would have known the fatal flaw in his judgment.

"How dare you! How dare you make me into an Akuma! I curse you! I curse you Allen Walker!"

This is his sin. Making a deal and tampering with something he shouldn't, he could blame it on his child like ignorance but that excuse would do him no good.

Pain. Searing pain on the left side of his face makes him cry out as it bleeds and pulsates. He holds the left side of his face hoping it would lessen the pain but it does not. He feels something in his left hand but does not register it until it moves on its own. Crawling towards Mana without hesitation, he screams at the runaway limb.

"Stop! Leave Mana alone! Run away Mana!" he cried but the skeleton does not move and simply waits for the claw to end him.

"I love you…Allen."

The claw descends on the skeletal figure that was once Mana Walker; erasing him from this world once again only this time it wasn't a carriage that ended his life for a second time. It was him. He ended his father's life for a second time. Tears spill from his eyes once again as he sits there staring blankly at the giant clawed hand with a green cross-embedded in it. This hand…it killed Mana, but he could feel the man smiling as he did so. Did he bring him peace? Was he at peace now because of his left hand that caused him pain at the hands of humans who knew no better? Gazing around the graveyard he noticed the grinning phantom was gone, he doesn't know when he left but doesn't question it as he stood up slowly his left arm reverts back to the shriveled up limb. Mana's grave was placed on top of a hill, looking out into the horizon he sees the sun come up and only just now realizes he had been at his fathers grave all night.

What should he do now?

"Don't stop, keep walking."

He snapped his head in the direction of Mana's grave, those last words he heard, how could he forget them? Those words held importance and he almost forget about them. Another round of searing pain spread through his head but it soon resided as quickly as it came.

"Don't stop, keep walking."

"Don't stop…keep walking," Allen repeated not caring that he just heard a voice in his head utter the very same words Mana did. He knew what he had to do, "I won't stop…I'll keep walking…for Mana." He walks away never looking back. He will keep walking no matter what awaits him he will continue to move forward. As he walked away from the graveyard he stumbled a little and his vision was starting to get bleary but he still kept on walking. Feeling a wave of drowsiness hit him he leaned against a nearby wall for support he could feel his eyes grow heavy causing a wave of fear to spread throughout his body. He couldn't afford to sleep out here exposed to the world, but his body won't respond to him.

"Rest."

The voice in his head had a haunting voice yet it held some form of affection just like Mana's used to. Without complaint he closed his eyes letting his consciousness fall into the dark abyss.

-DGM-

When he comes to he notices a few things. One thing he noticed is the white ceiling above his head, and second thing he noticed is the softness beneath him. It only took him a second to realize he was laying on a soft bed, sitting up slowly he notices that the bed is quite large but he was still confused about where he was. Slowly getting out of the bed he dangled his feet before placing them on the white floor flinching at the cold touch on his exposed feet. Setting them on the ground again he got off the bed and looked around the white room before freezing in place as he spotted a white mirror seeing his reflection. His hair was pure white, no longer the reddish brown it was before, wearing light blue pajamas and the scar Mana gave to him was visible now. There was a pentagram on his forehead trailing down a lime that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid, and hooks slightly at his cheekbone and follows his cheek down close to his chin. Gulping he lifted his hand to touch it and flinched away yet again as it felt sore to the touch so he abandoned the thought of touching it again.

Eyes looked around the room again wondering just where he was and how he got here. He remembered hearing a voice in his head telling him to rest then nothing.

"Where am I…?"

"In the Ark."

He jumped as the same voice from before spoke in his head again. He wondered if he really was going mad like Mana was, albeit slowly but he was still a little mad.

"Who?"

"Go to the piano room, I'll guide you."

Feeling no reason to distrust the voice he left the room going in the direction the voice told him to. His eyes observed everything around him in fascination, there were white buildings all around him but there were no people here. It was as though all the humans on earth simply vanished and he was the only one left. Not a very pleasant thought but that is how he felt.

"Keep going straight then head right."

Without responding he kept going straight then turned right, or well left actually according to the voice in his head but he steered him in the right direction. There was a white door before him and without hesitation he opened it feeling confused because of what was inside the room. Inside the room was a white piano, couch, and another mirror but nothing else. It was still a nice room all things considered. Closing the door behind him he went immediately towards the piano feeling some sort of pull that was pulling him towards it, calling out to him.

"Why is there a piano here?" he wondered.

"Its here for you to play."

Instincts told him to look at the mirror and since he ignored it before he decided to listen to his instincts this time. Reflecting in the mirror was not his own reflection but that of a grinning shadow wearing a white suit. That grin was similar to the grinning phantom he encountered.

Were they the same?

"We are the same, yet at the same time we are not."

What?

"Wh-What do you mean?" Allen asked.

"We are but one, but one has now become two. He is Creation, I am Destruction."

"Creation? Destruction?" he tilted his head in confusion.

"Sit down on the couch and I will tell you a story. This effects you now I'm afraid, so you can't run away from this."

Allen didn't understand what he meant by that but he went by the couch and sat down liking how soft it felt, "Where am I?"

"Shiro Hakobune (The White Ark)."

"Shiro Hakobune (The White Ark)?"

"This is the Ark I stole from the Earl but its incomplete but I am the only one capable of using it. The Earl probably made a new one, so we don't have to worry about him coming here unannounced. Now then, the story I'm about to tell you is one of 7,000 years. Make sure you really listen, okay?"

Allen nodded obediently.

"There was a time when God looked down on the world and was sickened by how wicked humankind had become, and decided to drown the world in a Great Flood. He found, though, one man he felt was the most righteous man of that age and charged him with the duty of building an Ark to save his family and two of every animal on the planet. The flood came and went, and the Ark came to rest on Mount Ararat, where God then commanded Noah to go forth and replenish the world."

"Replenish the world all by himself?" Allen said.

"Yes. Noah, who now goes by Sennen Hakushaku (The Earl of Millennium) and his kin fought a great war with the wielders of Innocence that resulted in the death of the Earl and the destruction of the planet in a great flood, chronicled in the Cube as the "Three Days of Darkness."

"Innocence?"

"Its what your left arm is."

Allen gripped his left arm slightly before asking another question, "What's the great war?"

"I'll get to that soon. After the death of the Earl, and after the flood waters receded, the twelve remaining members of the Noah Family went forth and repopulated the planet, making Noah's bloodline the ancestor strain of all humans. In other words all of humanity in a sense are descendants of Noah."

Allen was interested in the story he was currently being told now and wanted to know more, "Whose The Earl of Millennium?"

"…You've already met him at Mana's grave."

The white haired boy shuddered remembering the creepy grin and the fake pleasant voice that wasn't really as pleasant as he tried to make it sound. Not someone he would want to meet again anytime soon.

"The Earl of Millennium is the First Disciple of Noah, and supposedly the most powerful - his true name is Adam. He battled an unnamed opponent wielding the Heart and lost. Shortly after, the three days of darkness was caused by their battle and wiped out all of humanity, and the remaining twelve Disciples founded the second generation of humanity presumably by having offspring with each other. As a result, all humans possess Noah genes. Once every age, the genes and Noah memories within twelve people will awaken, transforming them into Noah's allowing them to help the Earl in fighting the Innocence; The Earl of Millennium deceives those who are in grief over dead relatives and friends into creating Akuma. He is a sorcerer from long ago."

Allen couldn't believe such a thing was going on and no one was aware of it, "You said there were twelve Noah's?"

"Yes, the way to identify one is the seven stigmas that adorn their foreheads, yellow eyes and gray skin. There are supposedly twelve but that is no longer true now. The First Apostle-The Earl of Millennium or Adam, The Second Apostle-Tryde, The Third Apostle-Joyd, The Fourth Apostle-Desires, The Fifth Apostle-Wisely, The Sixth Apostle-Feedler, The Seventh Apostle-Mercym, The Eighth Apostle-Wrathra, The Ninth Apostle-Road, The Tenth & Eleventh Apostle-Bondom, The Twelfth Apostle-Lustol, The Thirteenth Apostle-Mightra."

"So many…"

"I was briefly able to tell how many have already awakened when I took over and brought you here, only seven have awakened from what I was able to tell that counts the Earl of Millennium."

Allen ducked his head down slightly before lifting it wanting to know something, "You said that there are no longer twelve Noah's, does that mean there are more?"

"The Fourteenth Noah."

"The Fourteenth?"

The grinning shadow changed its appearance to that of a young male with seven stigmas on his forehead, grey skin, and yellow eyes. The man was now smiling at Allen normally, "I am the fourteenth Noah who destroys everything. I am Nea." He introduced his voice sounding like that of a melody.

Allen stared at the gray skinned man getting off the couch slowly approaching the mirror without any ounce of fear. Approaching it he placed both hands on the mirror looking into those yellow eyes, "This is what a Noah looks like up close…"

Nea huffed in amusement, "Yeah, but out of all of them I'm better looking."

Allen didn't comment his gaze more focused on the Noah standing right in front of him, Nea's yellow eyes didn't bother him really-in fact he thought they looked really pretty. Saying that about a male's eyes might seem disturbing or creepy but it would seem rude of him to not give Nea a compliment since he did take care of him. He wanted to actually touch the man not through a mirror.

"I wish I could touch you…" Allen mumbled.

The white room glowed brightly taking both Allen and Nea by surprise, the Noah in question hadn't seen anything like this before. Was the Ark responding to the boy's wish? The white light disappeared allowing Allen to open his eyes, he wanted to know what just happened but the words died in his throat when he locked eyes with Nea who was no longer in the mirror…but outside of it looking just as surprise himself.

Nea looked at himself confirming that he was indeed not in the mirror and standing inside the room with Allen, "I'm out of the mirror…Allen what did you-" the smaller body of the white haired boy slammed into Nea almost knocking him backwards but he managed to hold himself upwards. Peering down at the small child that was currently hugging him he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face as he returned the hug. Since Mana his older brother adopted the boy that makes him his nephew. He still needed to tell Allen everything since he was showing the first signs of awakening back at Mana's grave. There was also the question of how the hell he was able to have his own body inside the Ark but decided to leave that for later, focusing more on Allen.

The boy in question rubbed his face against Nea's stomach feeling that he was actually there and not just some illusion created by his own mind. He was here, he was right here. He didn't know how but he didn't care to know either, all that matter was that Nea was here and he could hug him like he planned on doing.

Nea chuckled, "Did you really wanna hug me that badly?"

Allen nodded his face still buried deep within the man's shirt gripping his shirt tightly afraid Nea would disappear if he let go.

Nea rubbed the boy's head gently, "I still have a lot of things to tell you Allen."

Allen still didn't want to move from his position but agreed anyway, "Okay…" he was suddenly lifted in the air by Nea who held onto him as he carried the small boy over to the couch sitting down with little Allen in his lap.

"I told you about the Noah, now I need to tell you about Innocence." Nea said seriously.

Allen rested his head on Nea's chest and listened.

"Innocence or known as Anti-Akuma weapon are used by those who are called Accommodators who are called Exorcists. They use Innocence to destroy and purify Akuma," Nea explained, "Innocence bond with certain humans who are known as Accommodators to create Anti-Akuma weapons. Innocence is the polar opposite of Dark Matter, which is the Earl's chosen weapon that gives him, the Noah's and the Akuma their powers."

Allen stared at his left hand with blank emotionless expression that worried Nea a little but didn't comment as he continued his explanation.

"Innocence isn't all good. If it feels like its Accommodator have turned their backs on God then they become a Fallen One, but in my opinion it's just the Innocence being vindictive." Nea frowned not liking having to talk about Innocence at all but since Cross wasn't here to take care of his nephew he had no choice. He felt the small boy in his arms flinch; probably afraid thinking that he might become a Fallen One. He eased his worries by rubbing his back gently, "You don't worry about that because I won't let that happen."

Allen gripped Nea's shirt in response, "Innocence sounds really scary. Why did it choose me?"

Nea wondered the same thing himself, but he was more curious to know how long the boy had his Parasitic-Innocence. That's still a mystery, but once again that was something to worry about for later, "There's a secret war going on that no one other than those who have Innocence know about. It's known as the Holy War that's been going on for a very long time. The Earl probably wants to end this war by finding the one who has the Heart of Innocence that contains the source of power of all Innocence. Once he finds and destroys it every other shard of Innocence will shatter along with it. Both sides are trying to find it, The Black Order which sends out Exorcists to find Innocence and Accommodators and The Earl of Millennium and the Noah."

Allen lifted his head, "So if either side finds it then they'll have the advantage?"

"Something like that." Nea shrugged.

There was something else Allen really wanted to know, "Nea, you said there was a Fourteenth Noah. Where is this Noah?"

Nea bit his lip nervously but steeled his emotions. He'd come this far so there was no turning back now, "Its me."

"Eh?"

"Not only that, but you Allen…are my host." Nea said with a twinge of regret.

Allen didn't know how to take the information about him being Nea's host, not only that but that also means he's a Noah! So…what happens now?

"Earlier…you said twelve people with Noah's genes awaken…" Allen said.

He wanted to stop. He didn't want to continue but he knew he had to, taking a deep breath he spoke, "Those twelve individuals start to feel severe pain course through their head and seven stigmas appear which causes the pain.

Those who awaken…are soon consumed by their Noah…and disappear while the Noah takes over the hosts body."

Allen stilled in his lap once more giving him a look of horror and fear, "I'll…disappear…?"

Nea averted his eyes away from the innocent child that was cursed with the fate of having both Innocence and a Noah inside him. He felt two small arms wrap him in another hug, "I don't want that! I don't want to disappear! Because then…because then I won't be able to hug you again! Or talk to you…or…or…" tears spilled from his eyes as he cried out into the man's chest and Nea returned it just as fiercely. He knew in order for him to awaken he would have to erase Allen's consciousness completely, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. There was no room for hesitation he knows that but he…he couldn't bring himself to do it. Allen-this Allen needed him and he will do anything to keep his nephew safe from both the Black Order and the Noah.

He rubbed the boys head and started humming his mothers lullaby which always calmed them down whenever one of them threw a fit when they were just newborns according to mother. When he was sure Allen had finally calmed down he spoke again, "I don't want you to disappear either…and I'm sorry to say this but you've already shown signs of awakening due to the mental trauma of having to slay Mana." He felt the boy twitch at the mention of his older brother, "I'll figure out a way to prevent you from being completely devoured by the memories of Noah as well as my own, I promise." He felt no movement from his nephew but that was okay, "You know…Mana is actually my older brother."

Allen's head shot up immediately, "R-Really?!"

"Yep. That makes you my nephew, and as your uncle I have a responsibility to take care of you." Nea smiled.

Allen's chest felt warm. This person was Mana's brother! He remembered that Mana once said he was looking for his brother, which is why he travelled all the time. To think he was so close all this time…if only Mana were here then things would be perfect.

But he wasn't.

Mana was never coming back.

Never again.

With a new look in his eye he made his decision and looked at Nea once more, "Uncle."

Nea blinked, "Uncle, huh? What is it?"

"Will you help me? Help me be stronger? So I can keep walking like I promised Mana?" Allen asked.

Nea could tell the boy was serious, his tone of voice and the steel in his eyes told him so. If he was so determined then who was he not to lend his support? He smirked, "Let's get started then, oh and if we run into a man with long red hair wearing a white mask that covers half of his face let me talk to him. I have a few…choice words to say to him." the aura around him grew dark and his smirk became malicious.

Allen innocently blinked unaware of the terror his uncle would soon place on that man with long red hair. But more importantly he would continue walking until he couldn't walk anymore and he won't be alone either because he's uncle will be with him on his journey.

-DGM-

Officer Moor Hesse believed in a strong form of justice and hunted down criminals with this very mindset when she joined the police force. Her sister would often tease her about being an officer at her age but she knew the woman gave her support. Moor wasn't particularly not good looking; she's a tall, slender woman with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wears round glasses, so one would consider her to be quite the beauty if she weren't so serious when it came to her police work. Her sister Claire would compliment her on her beauty saying she could easily get more proposes if she'd dress more feminine. She still couldn't believe how long her sister had been gone from this world; after she died Moor took it upon herself to take care of her brother-in-law Marc. But enough about that, she and her partner Charles were currently investigating a series of mysterious disappearances occurring in a church in their hometown. They were on their way there now; hopefully they would find the culprit before any more people go missing.

"You think the culprit lives at the abandoned church and is luring people there?" Charles asked his partner.

"Its possible, this person might be luring people there in order to kill them. Which means we probably have a serial killer on our hands." Moor told him.

All conversation soon died as they arrived at the abandoned church, Charles immediately starts shaking at the haunting atmosphere, "This place gives me the creeps. There's a reason people say this church is cursed."

Moor rolled her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, this place isn't cursed. Let's go." She walked inside her partner following right behind her, "We should split up, that way we'll cover more ground."

"Right, be careful." Charles said.

"I'll be fine." She assured him as she went further into the abandoned church going up the stairs slowly so not to arouse anyone who lives here. Stopping at the top of the stairs she slowly pulled out her pistol going down the hall to the right walking slowly and making sure to keep her ears open for any sound that sounds suspicious. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a sound coming from the door to her left and leaned against it, opening the door slowly she peaked inside seeing what appears to be a white figure standing in the middle of the room. Throwing caution into the wind she slammed the door opened pistol pointed right at the white figure.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!" she demanded.

The white figure had its back towards her so she was unable to see the persons face. The white figure was wearing a hood but that wasn't the only thing, the figure slowly turned to face her but still couldn't see the persons face as it was wearing a silver mask covering its eyes. There was another thing she noticed, and that was the black claw that was attached to its left arm making her even more convinced this figure might be the one responsible for the recent disappearances.

"Hands in the air and walk towards me slowly!" she ordered.

The figure made no comply to her demands and simply stood there as though it were trying to determine if she were a threat or not.

"Do it or I'll shoot!" she threatened.

The white cape surrounding the figure shot out towards her quickly wrapping itself around her pistol yanking it out of her hands, bringing the weapon towards itself. It simply hovered the weapon before it still keeping its eye on her. She had a sudden feeling of helplessness as her weapon was taken away from her and stood frozen stiff where she stood, but what's weird about this whole situation is that the figure made no move to attack her and simply opted to disarm her instead.

"Wh-Who are you…?" she stuttered.

It made no reply and simply stared then moved its head upwards a little confusing her slightly until she heard a scream, "Charles!" she looked behind her. Two things happened, the first thing was the feeling of something passing right by her, and the second…her weapon was back in her hand. A look of confusion appeared before it quickly disappeared in favor of getting to her partner.

Following the screams she made it to her partners location only to look in horror as she spotted his uniform on the ground that was covered in ash and a grotesque figure standing over it. Fear gripped her making her unable to move as it shot right towards her, closing her eyes she waited for death to come but she didn't feel anything. Opening her eyes slowly she saw the same white figure from before standing before her as it blocked the monster from killing her. It pushed the monster back before setting itself upon it swiping it with its black claw destroying it, as smoke surrounded the figure in white she felt her vision suddenly become blurry and a wave of dizziness overtake her.

She soon embraced the dark.

-DGM-

When she awoke this time she found herself back at the station laying down on a bench with a blanket covering her. Sitting up clearly confused she tried to figure out how she got here exactly.

"Moor!"

She flinched hearing the voice of the head inspector yell in her general direction, "Ch-Chief!"

"You're finally awake, you wanna explain to me why we found you here early hours in the morning sleeping?" the Chief demanded.

Moor wanted to know how she got here but was drawing a blank. The last thing she remembered was going to the abandoned church with her partner Charles, they split up as soon as they arrived, then she met a white figure…wait a minute!

"Chief, do you know anything about a figure clad in all white?" she asked.

The man in question raised a brow before remembering about a rumor he'd heard, "Now that you mention it, there have been rumors about a figure in white appearing out of nowhere before disappearing suddenly. They even gave it a name."

"What is it?"

"Shiro Shinshutsukibotsu (The White Phantom)." He said.

"Shiro Shinshutsukibotsu…" Moor repeated, "Does it hurt people?"

He shook his head; "According to the people who've seen the phantom it only appears when it senses those who are about to die. One woman claimed she was on her way home going through the park, using it as a sort of short-cut when all of a sudden a figure in white appeared standing in front of her. She claimed she was going to scream but then a tree suddenly fell forward and was about to land on her but she was moved out of the way thanks to the white figure's cloak. After that it disappeared."

Moor hadn't heard about the White Phantom until today, so was it an actual person or a was it really a phantom?

"There are other stories from other people about how it spared them from death," he continued, "Honestly I'll believe it when I see it." He walked away having ended the conversation leaving a thoughtful Moor behind.

'So the White Phantom saved me from dying? But why me?' she wondered.

Leaving the police station she headed home to see her brother-in-law unaware she was being watched from on top of a roof. The person disappeared soon after having never been there in the first place.

The next day Moor went back to the abandoned church seeking answers as to what happened to her partner Charles. Taking a deep breath she walked inside the church once again noticing a different atmosphere during the day than at night, yet it was still creepy but the feeling only lasted a little while. Taking the same route as she did last night she wondered if the White Phantom would appear again just as it did last night, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. Leaving the room she heard a noise above her and instantly went to investigate arriving at the attic, like before she opened the door slowly coming face to face with a boy with white hair that was tied in a low ponytail, purple eyes, wearing a white mask on the left side of his face. She also noticed the bag that was next to him ignored in favor of the cat. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and black pants. The boy didn't seem to notice her, as he was too busy taking care of a gray cat that looked really sick.

She slowly reached for her gun, which thankfully was returned to her, but a voice stopped her, "Is it normal to point a gun at someone as a sign of a greeting?" the boy questioned freezing her in place.

"I don't know what you think I did, but I would appreciate it if you didn't pull your weapon on me," he continued, "There's also a sick cat here too, so I really don't think you should point something so dangerous at me."

Moor didn't know what to say in this sort of situation so she decided to try and get some answers out of the boy, "Who are you?"

"Red."

"Red?"

"That's my name. I don't have a real name, so I was given the name "Red." He explained.

"I-I see, why are you here?"

"I don't have any money so I decided to sleep here before leaving the next day." He answered, "Why are you asking such questions that doesn't concern you?"

"It does concern me because I'm a cop and this church is the same location that people have been disappearing from." She countered.

"Ah, that explains your demanding attitude. You should have told me that sooner then because pulling your gun out on someone then suddenly questioning them gives people the wrong idea." He retorted.

That…was true.

She didn't really introduce herself, nor did she state why she was questioning him to begin with. He had a point.

"Is that all? If it is then can you please leave? I want my new friend here to relax since she's sick." He told her.

Moor really had no reason to stay but she couldn't just leave the boy here all by himself, "Since you don't have a place to stay why don't I let you stay with me for a little while?"

The boy gave her a blank stare as if considering her offer before carefully picking up the sick cat, cradling it in his arms before walking past her, "Shall we?"

-DGM-

Allen knew right away that her brother-in-law was an Akuma. While he didn't have his Cursed Eye active as he hid it behind his mask, which was made with magic taught to him by that "Red-Haired Bastard" as Nea liked to call him he was still able to sense who was human and who wasn't. Nea also pitched in commenting about how the man was long dead and he could practically sense the killing intent it was sending in droves. Allen felt it too but didn't comment on it and simply opted to be polite and wait for the right moment to deal with the Akuma.

"So, Red was it? Where are you from?" Marc asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know of my origins," Allen responded, "I only remember living on the streets of London before leaving eventually."

"I see…what have you been doing until now?"

Allen gave him a polite smile, "I do many things, but I mostly perform out on the streets. I'm also a travelling musician."

"Oh! That's amazing!" Marc complimented.

"Thank you very much." Allen smiled.

Moor couldn't believe how well the two hit it off and they only just met! This was a weird situation.

"Where do you plan on going after you leave London?" Marc wondered.

Allen placed a finger on his chin looking thoughtful, "I wonder…maybe I'll go wherever I feel like going. I'm in no hurry and can afford to take as much time as I need."

"You're quite the adventurer aren't you?" Marc smiled.

"So I've been told." Allen sipped on his tea.

Moor sighed and took a sip of her own tea; yeah there was nothing strange about this at all. This is completely normal.

After introductions were over Moor wanted to have a private talk with Allen or Red as he introduced, "You really don't know anything about the disappearances?"

"I've heard the rumors on my way over here," Allen rubbed the cats head as it slept peacefully on the couch looking a lot better, "The culprit is closer to you than you realize."

"What? Y-You know who it is?! You have to tell me!" Moor exclaimed.

He eyed her out of the corner of his eye with a blank expression, "Are you sure you want to know? I don't think you can handle the information."

"What's that supposed to mean?! Whose the one responsible?!" Moor pressed.

Allen got to his feet stretching slightly, "You heard the lady, why don't you show her your true self?" he tilted his head sideways, "Brother-in-law…"

"What?"

Next thing she knew her body moved to the side to avoid getting stabbed, looking behind her she saw Marc with a kitchen knife in hand, "Marc…?"

"Tch, I missed. Not bad reflexes for a human." He sneered.

"Marc…?" she slowly got to her feet, "What…are you doing?"

He gave her a demented smile, "I'm going to kill you for the sake of the Earl."

"Kill? The Earl? What are you saying?! Why did you kill all those innocent people?!" Moor yelled.

Marc didn't respond to any of her questions instead coming at her intending to end her life but he was sent flying across the living room taking her by surprise.

"What?" she saw white tendrils retract from where they had sent Marc flying across the room from. Her attention turned to none other than the infamous Shiro Shinshutsukibotsu (The White Phantom)!

"When did you…?"

"Exorcist…!" an inhuman voice said making Moor turn her head towards Marc who wasn't even human anymore! His appearance was now that of a floating ball creature with dozens of gun barrels protruding from it.

Moor put both hands to her mouth in horror, "My god…Marc…" she was pulled away from the creature by the White Phantom who jumped out the window bringing the cat along with it as well. Landing on the ground safely the White Phantom set both her and cat down gently, the cat was placed in her arms.

"What's going on?! What happened to Marc?!" she wanted to know how her brother-in-law became that creature!

The phantom didn't turn to face her keeping its eyes forward, "You're brother in law has been dead for a while now. That is nothing more than an Akuma created by the Sennin Hakushaku (The Earl of Millennium)."

"Akuma?"

"They are created when a human in mourning over the loss of a loved one makes a contract with the Sennin Hakushaku to bring the soul of their loved one back. He presents the human with a skeleton and has that human call out the departed soul of the loved one back, the soul become trapped within the skeleton and forced to obey the Earl's will. The soul is then forced to kill the one who called it back and "put on" their corpse, using their appearance to move around among humans in disguise. After being forced back into the world of the living the soul is tormented and consumed with hatred," he explained, "Your brother-in-law called back your sister Claire and she killed him wearing his skin pretending to be him the whole time."

"N-No…" Moor had tears in her eyes.

"What's going on here?!"

"Chief!" She turned her head towards the man seeing police cars arrive with other officers in them.

The man in question notices the White Phantom and pulls his gun out on it, "It's the White Phantom!"

"Wait, what are you doing?! He saved me!" Moor yelled.

"Move out of the way, Moor!" he ordered, "On my command all of you shoot!"

"Stop!" she protested.

Allen tilted his head upwards, "The Akuma's coming." Just as he said that the thing came bursting out of the building with its guns blazing, wasting no time he shielded Moor and himself as the bullets started flying towards them. when the onslaught stopped he removed the white cape from around them and Moor stared in horror once more as all of her colleges were reduced to ash.

"What happened to them?"

"They became ash. That's what happens when a human is killed by an Akuma." Allen told her.

"Exorcist!" the Akuma laughed gleefully.

Allen sighed, "Annoying Level 1…" disappearing from sight he reappeared again right above the Level 1, "Kurosu Gureibu (Cross Grave)" he muttered with a single swipe of his talon he sliced right through the Akuma, "For the record, I'm no Exorcist," landing on the ground gracefully the Level 1 exploded behind him, "I'm nothing more than a wandering Phantom."

Moor stared in disbelief her mouth hanging open slightly as the Akuma was killed just like that, fresh tears streamed from her eyes, "Marc…Claire…"

"The two are at peace now, so there's no need to grieve." Allen told her as he waked away.

"Wait! Where will you go now?" she wondered.

"I told you before, I'll go wherever I feel like going for that's what a phantom does." And like that he vanished.

Moor was left speechless but smiled anyway, "Go wherever you please, huh? Oh, that reminds me what happened to Red?"

-DGM-

Allen sighed as he revoked Crown Clown simply taking a leisurely stroll as he opened the Ark gate to retrieve his bag from Moor's apartment and left just as quickly. How tiresome, it's a good thing he saved his money and didn't have to waste it on staying at an Inn. Screw it he'll just sleep in the Ark tonight.

"Another Akuma in another place you go to." Nea sighed inside his head.

"Those Exorcists at the Black Order don't seem to be very good at their job," Allen commented, "Everywhere we go there's always an Akuma."

"Humans are dying quickly, which is good for the Earl. Remember though, he uses them as his eyes and ears so watch your back. You might run into a member of the Noah clan very soon." Nea warned.

"True," Allen smiled as a yellow golem came out of nowhere and landed on his shoulder, "I'll deal with the situation when that time comes, besides you'll be there right along with me, won't he Tim?"

Tim nodded.

Nea huffed, "Yay…"

Allen's smile was still present as he kept on walking, which is what he swore he'd do all those years ago. He couldn't afford to get involved with the Black Order or Sennin Hakushaku, both sides were not an option for him to join. He'll remain neutral and do things his own way, but he knew both sides would take an interest in him soon enough and try to coerce him into joining either side. There's nothing he can do for now, oh and if he by some chance runs into that red-haired bastard he'll be sure to use him into helping them hide. A dark smile formed on the innocent boys face.

He owed them after all.

{Lullaby of Martel…}