Hey guys and welcome to my new story! Some of you might know me from Beacon's Exorcist, my -manxRWBY story or one of my other stories. Now, while my other two are only updated every once in a while, I plan for this one being the next BE. As I take my -man stories very seriously. Anyway, please, grab a chair, grab a drink, sit down and enjoy. I promise that you guys will like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own -man or Code Geass, all rights go to their respective owners.

Timeline: This story is set at the beginning of the Finding AW arc, and at the end of episode seventeen in Code Geass.

Chapter 1: Arrival

Allen cried out as he brought his sword down upon another pesky akuma. The demon screamed in pain as his weapon sliced through its flesh. Leaving nothing but a pile of dust in its wake. "Crap..." he mumbled as he felt the ground underneath him start to vibrate. Suddenly, multiple black pits opened up in the road. Each one spewing out legions upon legions of akuma. "These bastards just don't give up, do they?!" His cries fell upon deaf ears as another demon slashed at his back. Thankfully, his white cloak stopped the demon's assault in its tracks.

"Damn exorcist!" Said akuma screeched as Allen grabbed hold of one of its wrists. The second he got an opening, Allen lunged forward and threw the akuma into a nearby building. The force from his throw was enough to send the devil crashing through wall upon wall, and building upon building. It took a nearby mountain to stop the devil's momentum, and even then the force from the impact left quite the hefty crater behind.

"I hope I didn't hit anyone in the crossfire. I need to control myself more." He thought as he blocked another onslaught of attacks. Thanks in part to the Fourteenth's genes flowing through his veins, his body had started to become superhuman. However, with that newly-gained strength came significant drawbacks.

"Allen..." he heard the Fourteenth's voice call out to him from inside his mind. The sound echoed through his head like a large bell, making his head feel as if it where about to explode.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!" Allen whispered fervently as he tried his best to forcefully contain the memories. His right hand clutched around his aching forehead, his skin slowly turning grey.

"I can feel him!" Another akuma said as it crawled up out of the floor. "I can feel the Fourteenth!" With every second that passed he could feel his headache grow worse and worse. Eventually, it got to the point where he could barely move or say anything.

"I've got to... get away!" Allen grunted out as he ground his teeth together, just barely hanging on to consciousness. With every step he took akuma rushed to attack him. However, his Crown Clown wouldn't let any of the demons get close. His innocence chopped them all to pieces in an instant, with the savagery and brutal hatred of a demonic beast. "Thanks Crown Clown." He mumbled as he lightly rubbed his, now aching, left arm. He had been fighting all night and morning, and his arm was slowly starting to flake. Not only that, but the akumas constant attacks had left him tired and sore. Granted, during the fighting he had also been hit quite a few times. However, his inner-noah's healing factor more than made up for those injuries. A few times, one of the demons had even managed to break a few of his bones. But as quickly as it had happened his body rejuvenated itself. It would've been incredibly useful if it wasn't for the near-constant headaches he got whenever it was activated. At the moment, it was honestly more of a burden than a blessing.

"Fourteenth-!" An akuma cried out as it ambushed him from a nearby alleyway. However, before it even had the chance to land a hit. Allen wrapped his claw around the akuma's head and crushed it. Metallic gears and oily blood went everywhere, staining his cloak a brilliant crimson. The devils didn't give him a chance to rest, however, as that akuma wasn't alone. Suddenly, the sky above him was filled to the brim with demons aching for his blood.

"Damn..." he thought as he took out his sword. "I can only do this once, but it has to be done." Without a moments hesitation, he raised his sword into the air and took a deep breath. "Destroy my enemies, Crown Clown!" He yelled out in his mind. Suddenly, a brilliant light started to seep out from all of the demons. Slowly disintegrating each and every one of them until only ashes remained. "Ah hell..." he mumbled as he leaned against a nearby wall, which was now barely more than a pile of rubble. "I'm so tired that I can barely stand." That technique was a powerful one, but it drained his stamina like no other. Thankfully, the holy aura it provided him seemed to have kept whatever akuma that remained at bay. However, they were the least of his problems.

"We just saw a swarm of akuma being destroyed in downtown London! Judging by the abilities we saw, we have no doubt that it's Walker. All teams respond!" Allen held his breath as he pushed himself into the shadows. Moments later, a large platoon of finders rushed through the area. Each one carrying, what looked like, some sort of capturing net. However, that wasn't all, the finders were also accompanied by a small group of crows. In their hands were stacks of pre-made binding charms. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a master of hiding his presence, they would've caught him.

"God... what do I do now?" Allen asked himself as he stared up at the sky. What used to be an encouraging blue horizon had transformed into an oppressive gray fog. "Heh, London weather at its finest." He joked as he quietly slunk out of his hiding spot. When he was certain that the coast was clear, he tightened his vest, pulled up his hood, and started to run. With every step he felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier. "I need to find a place to rest..." The fatigue was simply unbelievable. Fighting a near-nonstop onslaught of akuma while battling back the Fourteenth's advances was absolutely exhausting.

"I thought I heard something over there!" Allen heard one of the crows yell as their footsteps drew ever-closer. "It's got to be Walker, finders prepare your barriers!" As if some sort of sick opera, rain started to fall lightly upon the town which his battling had ruined. Craters and cracks from where he had thrown akuma were everywhere, and now, the city was nothing more than a ghost town. Just a den of criminals and demons.

"Ow..." the pain in his left arm seemed to ache more and more with every passing second. The flaking was getting worse too, and it felt like he was losing his mind. "I need to get away!" He thought as he looked longingly towards the sky. If he had the time and energy to practice, he probably could've morphed the Crown Clown's cloak into a pair of wings. However, his time was a precious commodity nowadays. It wasn't like when he was living with the Black Order, where, on his rare days off, he could spend his days training his innocence. Eventually, the fatigue reached his legs, and his pace slowed down to a crawl. "Dammit!" He cursed as he tripped over a pile of rubble, falling face first into the mud. He could hear the footsteps of the finders approaching rapidly from the west, in a few minutes, they would be right on top of him. "I can't let them catch me!" He thought as he flung his right arm forward, searching for something to grab so he could crawl into some tall grass. Granted, if it came to that scenario, he would definitely be caught by the crows. There was, after all, only so much he could push his luck. "Will I have to use the ark?" That thought troubled him to no end. He promised himself that he'd never use that machine again. However, with the situation growing as dire as it was, he was left with little choice. "I just can't let the others learn about Apocryphos. If they ever found out, it would crush them..." Above all else, he had to stop that outcome from happening. Honestly, it was the only thing that kept him going.

"Just go to sleep Allen. I'll take care of it." Again the Fourteenth spoke, this time bringing forth an absolute maelstrom of pain. It took everything in him to stop from screaming. If he did, the crows would easily be able to locate him, and then it would all be over.

"I have to use it!" Allen thought as he forced himself up off of the ground. There was no time to be hesitant, if he waited for even a second longer, then he would end up risking everything he fought for. "For the sake of the holy war, I must prevail!" With that thought driving him forward, he placed his hand down onto the ground and summoned an ark gate. Sadly, this venture caught the attention of the crows. They didn't waste a second before they were on-top of him. With charms in hand, they rushed towards his weak body, readying themselves for an attack.

"He's trying to escape! Finders! Use your barriers!" One of them yelled as they started to cover his body with charms. Every one seemed to double his weight, and by the time he had finally made it to the ark gate, it felt as if he was carrying a building on his shoulders.

"Dammit! He's going to get away!" One of the finders cursed as the man activated his barrier. Sadly, besides blocking his way to the gate, it wasn't very effective. Even in his weakened state, Allen was easily able to break through the barrier. By the time the crows had got within thirty meters of him, he already had one arm in the gate.

"We won't let you get away Walker!" One of the crows yelled again as he flipped out a fresh packet of charms. These ones were actually bound by a complicated-looking lock, and were nearly twice as big as the regular ones.

"Thomas don't! Are you trying to kill him?! Our orders are to bring him back alive!" The man's partner tried to stop him, but it was already too late. The crow had already activated the charm.

"Burn them to cinders, black hell wings!" He yelled out as he thrusted his fist forward, causing a plume of pitch black flames to come billowing out of his arm. They shot towards him at a frightening pace, quicker than the eye could follow, and hit him with the force of a train. Allen cursed when he felt the flames start to bubble his skin as he clawed his way further into the gate. With every motion, he could feel his skin start to darken. With every second, the gate itself started to change, as if it were reacting to its summoners pain. However, it didn't end there. Unlike Link's flames, these didn't go out. Instead, they spread to the gate itself, and started to burn a hole through it.

"The gate!" Allen gasped as he watched his doorway to freedom start to shimmer and shake into nothingness. "What did you do?!" He cried out to the crow, who just cockily looked down at him and smirked.

"With the discovery of the ark, the Order immediately started to develop new charms for us to counteract its abilities. The days of you using that thing as a getaway vehicle are over, Allen Walker!" As the crow charged forward, Allen used the last of his strength to toss himself into the gate.

"I'm not really sure what this will accomplish..." he thought as he just barely dodged the crow's outstretched hand. Thankfully, luck was on his side that day, and he managed to escape into the gate before the crow's magic destroyed it.

"No! Dammit! Allen Walker, we'll get you eventually, you hear me?!" He heard the man scream as he fell through the void. As with all of the times before, he felt a familiar sensation wash over him as his body was transported to the inside of the ark. However, right when he thought he was in the clear, something strange happened.

"What?!" He cried out as the gate started to crumble, with him in it. Suddenly, an unbelievable wave of pain washed over his body. Greater than any he had experienced before. "Argh! What is... this...?!" It felt as if his insides were being scrambled. Every inch of his body seemed to be disintegrating into the void, the energy easily tore through his fragile clothing and flesh. And by the time he'd realized what was happening, it was already too late. "The gate is... sending me somewhere?!" Thanks to his position as the pianist, he could tell that this gate was connected to a dimension. However, something was very different about this destination. It felt familiar. It didn't seem to be one of the ark's many rooms. In fact, it felt as if he were just being transported to some random location on Earth. But he knew that wasn't the case, something had changed, the aura of the gate had transformed into something completely foreign to him. Something terrifying... Before he finally passed-out from the pain, he could feel the gate's connection to the ark crumble. Almost as if somebody had snapped it in two. "Where... is this thing taking me?" With that question being the only thing on his mind, Allen lost consciousness and allowed his body to be swept-up by the current of time.

Years later...

Allen smiled as he felt a gentle breeze waft into the room. Even though the boy was unconscious. He could still appreciate the fact that he was sleeping in a real bed, for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Ugh..." he mumbled, still groggy from his rest, as his eyelids fluttered open. With a satisfied look on his face, he got up and stretched his arms. Yet again, the soothing breeze from before blew into the room. "Where is that coming from?" He thought as he, still half-asleep, shuffled towards the room's only window. The window's beautiful velvet drapes were lightly fluttering in the wind, looking like something straight out of a fairy tale. "Did I manage to find a hotel last night?" He mumbled to himself as he rubbed one of his eyes. All he could remember was the ark malfunctioning, and an unbelievable amount of pain. "No..." he shook his head, that was impossible. Even if he did manage to escape to a town, he didn't have the money to afford an inn. Especially not one as nice as this. "Speaking of which..." he thought, now fully awake. "Where in the world is this place?" On instinct, he reached for the drapes and pulled them open. Bright sunlight poured into the room like a tsunami, illuminating everything in its pleasant glow. Once his eyes finally adjusted to this blinding light, Allen got back up and looked out of the window. "Holy..." to say what he saw was jarring was an understatement. In fact, for a second, he thought he was still dreaming. Sprawling out below him was a massive stone complex, with beautiful bronze and stone statues covering the courtyards below. Now, normally, this would've been more than enough to surprise him. But what drew his shock wasn't the amazing complex he was in, it was the city around it. Everywhere he looked there were gigantic buildings that seemed to scrape the sky, strange vehicles packed the streets below him, and every inch of the city was filled with pedestrians. Every one of them was wearing clothes in a style that he had never seen before, and were all using technology that would've made the science section drool. "What... wait... what's going on?" As questions came flooding into his mind, the exorcist stumbled back and fell onto his bed. Causing a few nearby plant pots to come crashing down.

"What was that?!" He heard a strange group of voices call out. "That came from Walker's room!" One of the strangers said and he heard a group of footsteps rapidly approach his room. Within seconds, the door swung open and a whole platoon of people rushed in. "I swear, if it's another janitor I'm going to loose it. You guys know you aren't allowed to come in here-" the same voice said as a young woman walked into the room. The second she saw him, however, the girl stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uh... hello?" He said as he awkwardly waved to the girl and, what looked like, her platoon of bodyguards. The guards were just as shocked as the girl was, and were just standing there with their mouths hanging open.

"You're awake..." the girl started as she slowly walked over to him, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. "You're actually awake."

"Am I not supposed to be?" Allen asked her as he nervously chuckled. "Well... I guess I should probably ask the obvious question." He thought as he got up and looked at the girl. "She doesn't look like a finder, and she isn't an akuma. I guess it can't hurt to introduce myself." He thought as he pressed his left hand against his heart and bowed. "Uh... hello... my name is Allen Walker." He said as he grinned at the group and held out his hand.

"Oh, well, greetings!" The girl said as she snapped herself out of her shock. Allen winced when he felt her hand wrap around his, her grip was like steel! "I'm sorry for the way we reacted, it's just so strange..." Allen raised an eyebrow when he heard that.

"I'm sorry, is it something I said?" He asked her. He didn't know these people and it was obvious he was in a foreign land. Maybe he accidentally offended them. However, the girl just grinned and shook her head.

"No, it's not your fault. We're just amazed to be talking to the last exorcist." She said as she awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. For a second, Allen thought he had misheard her. Unless he was mistaken, she just called him the last exorcist.

"Um... I'm not really sure where you got that information, but it's wrong. There are many more exorcists besides me." Allen said as he tried his best to process the girl's words.

"What are you-?" The girl started before stopping. "Crap, I nearly forgot about your circumstances." She said as she turned around and pointed to the entrance. "I'm sure you're very confused Mr. Walker, but don't worry. After your scheduled chat with the pope, everything will become clear. Hey Johnathan, go tell His Holiness that Walker's awake." She told one of the guards as she walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. Now Allen really was sure that he was hearing things.

"Wait... you don't mean the pope do you?" Allen started as he started to sweat. He had never met the man in person, but he had heard from idle gossip that he was quite the interesting character. "Wait a minute..." he mumbled as he looked over the room once again. "This décor, these symbols, and if the pope's here then that means..." he started as he turned to the girl. "Is this the Vatican?" When the girl nodded Allen felt his knees go weak, how in the world did he end up in the middle of the Vatican? "Oh Hell, are they going to execute me?!" He thought as his body tensed up. The order for his capture came directly from the pope's desk. So, technically, that meant he was in the middle of enemy territory. However, when the girl saw this, she laughed.

"I nearly forgot, you had a different pope back then, didn't you? Well don't worry, the new one's a great man! I'm sure you'll love him!" She said as she grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the doorway. Allen, who was still trying to process all of this new information, just blinked and looked out of a nearby window. At this angle, he might as well have been looking at a mirror.

"Shit..." he thought as he felt a chill go up his spine. Ever since the Fourteenth started taking over, he had seen the noah's monstrous visage standing behind him whenever he saw his reflection. Even after all of this time, he had never gotten used to it. "What?" Allen mumbled out loud as he stared at the window. "Where's the Fourteenth?" He was looking at his reflection, but the Fourteenth's shadow was gone. In fact, he couldn't feel the noah's presence at all. "He's... gone..." Allen couldn't believe it. Even if it was only for a moment, the noah which had been plaguing him for so long had disappeared.

"Is everything all right Mr. Walker? You're smiling." He heard the girl ask as she dragged him up onto his feet.

"No... it's nothing." He whispered as he shook her hand off of him. "Don't worry, I don't need you to drag me." Now it was the girl's turn to be confused.

"Wow, you sure perked up fast." She said as he shrugged. What could he say? It was nice to finally have his body to himself again. "I can't say I really know why you're so happy, but I'm not complaining." As she spoke, the girl led him through a maze of gilded corridors and staircases. He must've looked like an idiot with the way he was staring at everything. Even though this was definitely the Vatican, there were so many differences that it was practically unrecognizable. "I can only imagine what's going through your head right now. You must be so confused." The girl joked as they walked up to a large gilded entrance. "Your Holiness?" She started as she slowly opened the door. "I've brought Mr. Walker, he finally woke up." As she led Allen into the room, he felt the blood drain from his face.

"That's the pope?" He thought as he stared at the unbelievably large man standing behind room's only desk. He was an old fellow, and had a long white beard. However, he was built like a brick house and absolutely towered over him. When Allen saw that one of the man's eyes was missing, he thought he was going to faint.

"So, this is the last exorcist?" He said as he walked over to the two of them, the ground shaking with every step. "Hmm... I thought you'd be taller."

"Um... sorry to disappoint you." Allen whispered as he took a step back.

"What's wrong kid? Are you scared?" The pope asked as he leaned over and stared right into his eyes. "Hmm... you look just like the reports said you would." As he talked, the pope picked up a small envelope which was resting on a nearby table and sat down behind his desk. "So tell me, how have you been feeling since you woke up? Do you feel strange in any way? Are there any aches or pains?" Allen shook his head, he was perfectly fine. "Heh, that's good, it makes things simple. Now then..." the man mumbled as he handed Allen the envelope. "Why don't you open that?" Allen raised a confused eyebrow as he stared at the letter.

"This is for me?" He mumbled out loud. "It looks a bit... old." The envelope itself had yellowed from age, and was practically falling apart in his hands. However, when he read the name written on the front of the envelope his heart skipped a beat. "It's... it's from my master!" He yelped as he instantly tore the letter open. "But how is that possible?! I thought he died!" As Allen carefully unfolded the letter, he stopped for a second to read the opening line. "To my apprentice Allen Walker, dated June 16, 1904? Wait a minute..." Allen thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose, this entire situation was giving him a headache. "How... I mean... what..." he was so shocked that he couldn't even get the words out.

"You might want to take a seat for what I'm about to tell you, son." The pope said as he poured Allen a small cup of tea. "Because that letter is real, it really was written in 1904 at that exact date."

"I don't understand, unless I've been in a coma for years this makes no sense." In response, the man sighed and rubbed his forehead. Explaining all of this was going to be difficult.

"I guess I'll just start with the basics then, is that okay with you?" He asked Allen, who nodded. All he cared about now was finding out where he was and what was going on. Before he continued, the pope leaned across his desk and pointed down.

"Oh, the chair, I'm sorry about that." He apologized as he leaned back into his cushiony seat. When the pope saw that he was good and comfortable, he rolled his fingers across the desktop, looked out of a nearby window, and then told Allen something that shattered his entire world.

"That letter has been kept in the Vatican by the past four popes, myself included, and is dated to over a century ago. The holy war against the Millennium Earl which you and your comrades fought is over, the demons are gone, and the world has moved on. Currently, Mr. Walker, we are in the twenty-first century. And now, somehow, so are you."

"What?" Allen said sarcastically as he let out a lighthearted chuckle. "Come on, you have to be pulling my leg, there's no way that's possible." He might've been a clown but he was no fool. However, when he saw that the pope wasn't laughing, his tone instantly changed. "Wait... you're not lying." He mumbled, his voice practically an inaudible whisper, as his body started to tremble.

"Sadly, I'm not." As the pope took a sip from his tea, he reached over a pulled a blind aside. Allowing Allen to once again get an eyeful of the futuristic city outside. "Most modern cities today look like this. What you're staring at is not some highly-advanced civilization, Mr. Walker, what you're looking at is just a regular old city." The pope smiled when Allen didn't respond, his jaw was too busy scraping the floor for that.

"But... how... why... I don't understand." Allen mumbled as he tore open his Master's letter. He expected it to contain some answers to his many questions. Sadly, it just made everything more confusing. "Dear my idiot apprentice..." Allen started as he read the letter out loud. "I'm sorry that you're learning about it like this, and I'm certain that you're confused. Trust me, if it were possible, I wish I could undo what was done. However, with this letter I hope I'll be able to clear up some of your woes." Allen's voice trailed off to a whisper as he continued to read the letter. However, when he got to one specific line he stopped dead in his tracks. "A few years ago, the Black Order defeated the Millennium Earl and won the holy war. But this was not without tremendous costs. If the Vatican has done what I instructed, and you really are reading this after all of this time, it should be made obvious to you that you're now part of a dying breed. With the disappearance of the Family of Noah, innocence has started to vanish all over the globe. Recently, Lenalee and Lavi both lost theirs and are now serving as ministers in northern France. Sadly, I'm not allowed to tell you much more than that for security reasons. But do know that your friends have all gone on to lead happy and productive lives. However, I've got a feeling that your situation is a bit different. If my research is correct..." Allen's eyes widened as his lips started to quiver. "...Then it is quite possible that, in whatever time you woke up in, you are the last true exorcist remaining. The worlds final accommodator."

Author's Note

Well here we are at the end of the first chapter! As I'm sure you've no doubt noticed by now, this is only the first of the six chapters I published when this story first came out. I really wanted to give you guys something to bite into, since the -manxCG crossover page is kind of devoid of any stories over five-thousand words. Obviously, I wanted to change that. And so here we are.

I wanted to use this chance to give you guys an idea of how I want this story to proceed. Even if you haven't read any of my other works, I mainly have two stories besides this one that I work on. There's Beacon's Exorcist, which is my biggest story and therefore the one I spend the most time on. And the Wolven Maw, which I really only write when I have inspiration for. Since -man is my favorite anime/manga of all time, I take my stories involving it quite seriously. So expect this story to be updated at least once every month. However, during April, there will probably be no update cause I am working on a gigantic chapter for one of my other stories. If we have a list of priorities, this would probably come in second, with number one being Beacon's Exorcist because, obviously, it's my biggest story. But, if you couldn't already tell by me posting six chapters in one day, I have a plan for how I want this story to pan-out and plan on following it to a tee.

Now then, for the fun stuff, I was wondering if you guys would like to see some sort of pairing in this story. If not, just say no in one of the reviews. But if you do want to see a pairing, then tell me who and I'll see if I can make it happen (I'm not doing lemons though, my goal with these stories is to make a good story). So, if ya'll want to see some romance, just tell me who.

Anyway, that's mostly everything for this chapter. Please, if you enjoyed this story so far, maybe give it a review so that I can improve it. And if I miss something, don't be afraid to correct me. Well then, that's all for now, you all have a great day and I'll see you guys in the next chapter of A New Dawn!

Chapter 2: Homecoming