Hello. This is the first fanfic that I have posted in a really long time. I am very happy I am able to find a way to write again. Please note at this time that the first several chapters will mostly reflect what Misster Cackles has already written. I have merely taken the story and put it into my own writing style. Also, note that I am going to keep the timeline really close to the manga up until the current arc. Yes, that means the stupid ghost and zombie arc, also Cross is MIA. Finally, I will mention a war that Lavi goes to document, it is a real war and I will provide more details for it later. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-man or any associated affiliates, they belong to Hoshino Katsura. I also did not originally write this chapter, nor the next few chapters; instead the original idea for this fanfic and some of the original text (which has been used in areas) are by Misster Cackles.

Thank you's: At this time there are two people who I would like to thank. The first being Misster Cackles, for allowing me to adopt this story. I really hope I am able to do it justice. The second person I would like to thank is my lovely beta, Koholint. She has been kind enough to read this chapter through this week even though she has a test.


Chapter 1: Deupareunia

Deupareunia - Mutually gratifying sex

Komui grumbled quietly, sneaking vicious glares at the door to his office. His fellow colleagues had once again forced him into his workspace with the promise that he would never leave nor see his precious Lenalee until he had completed the task of cleaning said space. Had he been the organized, hard-working leader that everyone expected, this task may not have needed to be assigned. Therefore, Komui was sorting through the various papers that towered on top of his desk. He had already finished half of one stack in which lay the letters from the families of finders and scientists that had written to be updated on the living conditions of the one who was working so hard for them. It was a small sort diversifying the letters between the employees who were still living, and the employees who had met an unfortunate end in the field. It was within this pile that the Supervisor stumbled across a letter that was out of place from the brethren that surrounded it.

To whom it may concern,

My dear friend, I am in a position to give you information about your "weapons of god" that your Order is currently unaware of its need for knowing. The information is vital enough to where you may reconsider your place in the war and even puts my own person at risk by revealing such details to you. All I ask in return for this knowledge is the company of an Exorcist to act convincingly as my fiancée for at least three months, and possibly longer depending upon future outcomes. I assure you that no harm will befall and the Exorcist shall be returned safely by the end of the time required.

Please strongly consider this opportunity as this will be as important to you as it is to me.

Sincerely,

Lord Tyré Micah

Written beneath the elaborate signature was the date, time and location of the meeting that the chosen Exorcist would be required to meet this 'Tyré.' Taking this information into account, Komui realized that the assigned Exorcist would need to leave tomorrow morning to make the deadline.

This letter presented an oddity, since there were not many people in the world who were aware of Innocence. Also, it was sent by normal human post which led to greater suspicion, since only the employees and their families were allowed to know the address of the Black Order outside of the Vatican. There weren't enough clues present within the letter to really hint at who this Tyré was, but it was obvious the man knew about the Black Order and its goals. Still, the fact that someone was writing to them about this information showed that it was worth looking into. This man seemed to be worth trusting, otherwise he would not put himself at risk to pass along this information.

However, it seemed this man was adamant about having a female exorcist presented to him on the date listed in the letter. Klaud would be too busy with her general duties, and it would not be wise to send someone of such high rank on an extended mission anyways. Miranda would already be preparing for her own wedding which would be held two days after she would have to be on the mission. That left –

NO! Komui slammed the letter down as both of his hands went to take out his newly found anger on his desk which caused the towers of other letters, receipts, and forms to shake and several pens to begin to go rolling off of his desk. He caught several of them before they made it fully over the edge, and held to them bitterly as his thoughts proceeded to send him images of some slimy octopus touching his innocent little sister. This horrid person would surely take advantage of his Lenalee, and return her after she went back to being the shell that she was before he joined the order. And Komui could not live without seeing her smile once a day when he was in her presence. But what would be even worse is if she fell in love with him and they ran off together, and Komui would never see her anymore because she would forget about him for the man who had her in his life every day. No. He would sooner kill the contact than risk the chance of his sister never being the same again.

So, alternatives... He could send a finder female. No, that wouldn't work because the informant specifically requested an Exorcist. Komui could send a guy dressed in drag. That had some possibilities Allen couldn't do it, with that Vatican menace, Link, so he would be incapable completing this mission successfully. Kanda... Komui's hand tightened around the almost fallen objects once more as the phantom pain of the samurai taking his beloved Mugen and shoving it through the supervisor's torso. Well, there went all the effeminate looking males.

Komui began to set down the various pens and inks so that he could massage his temple in hopes of figuring out an idea for this mission. His gaze fell upon the ink cover-up within its small white container and candles began to flicker on in his head. He picked up the letter once more to look at the work fiancée before setting it calmly on the desk to begin his small modification to it. He might've tried to have Komurin VIII try to do this for him, but the less people who knew about it the better. Very carefully, Komui traced the final 'e' with the full intent of using it as an excuse to keep his precious sister safe. They would get their information hopefully, but Tyré may have to settle for something that was a little different from what he was expecting.

Slowly, a cunning grin etched itself onto the procrastinator's face as he looked over his brilliant effort at protecting Lenalee's innocence. He set the letter down in the small clear space that was available on the surface of his still very cluttered desk. Glancing towards the door he called out, "Oh Section Chief Reever! Can you please leave your post outside my office and come in here for a moment, please?"

The door clicked as the Australian turned the knob to allow himself into the room. As he gazed upon the disorganized office, Reever cast a suspicious look towards his boss. "What is it, Supervisor? I hope you're asking me to bring you coffee, since apparently this task will take you all night."

Komui scoffed at the slightly derogatory comment spoken by his subordinate. "Of course not! I need a list of all the male exorcists besides Allen and Kanda... Oh and don't put Marie on there either. I know we haven't sent anyone back into the field since the whole Komu-Vitan D incident, but everyone's names seem to escape me at the moment." Reever looked puzzled at the request for a minute, but recognition hit his system as he spotted the letter on the desk.

Keeping an eye on his superior, Reever crossed the room to the filing cabinet, which he had personally organized. Grabbing the personnel list, he read of names in the order that they appeared. "Well, the only available male exorcists right now that haven't already been eliminated from your options are Krory, Chaoji, Lavi, and Bookman." The Chinese man began to go through the list in all consideration. Krory was too inexperienced in the ways of the world to be really effective with this mission. Chaoji still needed his basic training before he could go on a solo mission. Lavi might work. Bookman was too old.

'Might work'? No, Lavi would have to work since he was the only logical option. After all, everyone else was busy and there was absolutely no way some atrocious octopus was going to lay his tentacles on his precious Lenalee.

"Reever, please have Lavi brought here. I have a mission for him." The subordinate internally winced at the maniacal glint that was held in Komui's eyes. It was never good when the look that was present during all the presentations of the Komurins presented itself. Still, Reever began to turn towards the door automatically to go collect the unfortunate Exorcist. However, he paused in his beginning step and began to call beyond the door.

"Johnny! Please go collect Lavi and bring him here." The blonde turned back to his supervisor. Seeing the man already up and moving towards the door to walk out, Reever grabbed him and dragged him towards his chair on the far side of the desk. "While we wait for his arrival, you are going to continue sorting your papers."

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"So, I need to act like I am this man's fiancé to get the information about Innocence from him?" Lavi questioned his crazed superior. Obtaining the information wasn't that hard of a concept to grasp; instead, the confusion lay with the fact that the redhead would need to pretend to love another man. Lavi frowned at the thought; there was nothing wrong with homosexuality, but the ideas behind those relationships had become more taboo since the days of public orgies in Europe. The Catholic Church contributed to this blacklisting because of their beliefs. Was the Vatican even aware of this mission? Speaking of the mission, how did a normal human being become aware of Innocence? That question piqued his bookman curiosity.

Across the now semi-cleared desk, Komui nodded his confirmation to the young adult's tone. The white-clad male was leaning against his clasped hands to seem as though he were in deep thought. Lavi had been around long enough now to know that the Chinese man's mental theater was actually playing some ridiculous fantasy that involved the younger Lee sibling. "That would be correct. Plus you fit the description the best out of what he's requested; longer hair. No one has hair as long as yours," the scientist tried to cover for himself as he looked at the now-suspicious teen.

"Allen has hair about the same length as mine."

"Allen has a babysitter that won't leave him alone. Said babysitter should not be visible for the sake of this mission, which, I am sure you are aware, is nearly statistically impossible."

"Then have two-dot stay behind."

"Allen is being watched by the Vatican. Surely you can infer what that implies."

Lavi did, and so decided to use a different tactic. "Yu-chan has longer hair than me."

"Kanda would kill the client after he killed me."

"No, Kanda would kill the client after he collected the information after he subjected you to a slow torturous death."

Komui winced feeling the phantom pains once again. "Kanda would subject you to a worse torture if he was aware you were endorsing his participation in this mission."

Lavi's blood froze as he recognized the underlying thereat that was coming from the man who usually only resorted to threats when things dealt with his sister. After all, Kanda would know the green-eyed male had recommended him because Komui would reveal it within his torture. Sighing, Lavi claimed the mission folder and letter that was lying on the desk in front of his boss. He objectively scanned through the letter trying to see the personality details that could be reflected in the handwriting.

"It says nothing in here about long hair!" the youth exclaimed as he finished reading the available text.

The Supervisor seemed unconcerned and much more relieved, and a slow smirk drew itself across his face as he held up his hands in the 'Don't shoot me' gesture. "You accepted the mission when you picked up the folder! You can't undo what's been done, as I am sure you are well aware, Lavi!" The redhead glared at the older male before looking over the letter once more.

"Since you feel the need to whore me out, I should receive at least half of what he's paying you."

The Director laughed then. "Paying? He's the one who would be receiving money if anything, since he is the provider of the information." Lavi's jaw seemed to unhinge as the words reaching his sharp ears.

"What about funds for the Finder to have a place to stay?"

"A Finder will not be going with you since we have to make this façade as real as possible." Komui explained. The maniacal glint on his glasses grew brighter with each second that Lavi felt the urge to break them. "Of course, this means that you would be staying constantly in the client's company as well." The uncovered eye widened in realization.

"As a bookman, I am unable to hold any attachments. What would happen should I be unable to convincingly act like I am happily betrothed to the man?"

Komui wanted to laugh at Lavi's final attempt to get out of the mission. There was no way Komui was going to let him escape though. Not when his precious Lenalee stood the chance of being the one sent on this mission instead. "Well, then you would blow the chance to retrieve the valuable information that we are unaware of, both within the Order and within the Bookman Clan." Lavi grumbled as he realized the Komui had just used his future profession as an advantage to lock the apprentice into the job, the same profession that Lavi was going to attempt to use to get himself out of the mission. He looked again to the name to see if it matched any of the lists of people from history that were worth mentioning. "We've already tried to look him up," the Supervisor spoke again as he noticed the redhead's lingering gaze upon the name written across the bottom. "However, there is no recorded history or data of this guy, much less a picture of what he may look like. His name is also unlisted on anyone's registry; so, the aristocracy is even unaware of who he is."

Lavi rolled his visible eye. "Thanks; that helps." Whether sincere or not, Lavi straightened up to signal the end of their conversation. Folding the letter, he stuffed it within his zippered breast pocket, and then he tucked the mission folder underneath his left arm. Mocking a salute in Komui's direction, he walked towards the office door. In the doorway, he paused and said, "You best hope that this information is worth any piece of your existence. Later, Supervisor."

Well, the scientist thought, it was worth my existence if Lenalee does not need to be subjected to the slimy octopus that sent this letter. Another crazed grin crossed his face as he look back towards his paperwork.

His existence was sweet.

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Several days later, Lavi was snapped awake as the call for his stop was announced by the train attendant. The previous days had been spent on uncomfortable seats, since the Order had failed to reserve a private car, and now Lavi was looking forward to the chance of being able to sleep on a comfortable bed. The travelling arrangements had kept him sharp though, since they prevented his usual lazing about, and he took the time to analyze his mission.

He had begun by memorizing the letter and could now recite its contents forwards, backwards, and in iambic pentameter. The vernacular indicated that the author was used to a formal, business language that had been practiced and refined over many years of use. There was also no visible key with which to use to decrypt the remainder of the letter. Also, why would a man like the author require having someone pose as his fiancé to ensure the safety of all parties involved?

This, of course, raised other questions about the mysterious Tyré Micah. Komui had mentioned that his name wasn't in any registry, but the writer's word choice hinted that it should be. This meant that either he was a plutocrat, or Tyré Micah was not the contact's real name. By hiding his real name, the client set up a well-thought security net to ensure that he would come out of this alive. However, the lack of name also led to a lack of a picture. This led into Lavi's musings of what his fake fiancé would look like. Would he be as handsome and as suave as his words, or would he be the kind of person whose words were their best feature and possessed no physically redeeming qualities what so ever?

No matter what though, this mission was to be accomplished, if not for the Order's, then at least the role of Bookman's sake. He had opted to wear his new uniform to indicate to the client that he was the Exorcist sent by the Black Order. Tugging self-consciously at the red-trimmed sleeves, he grabbed the suitcase that contained everything he needed for this mission, or so he hoped.

Jumping down the steps of the train, Lavi scanned the platform for someone who appeared to be waiting expectantly for a person on the train. The crowd though began to clear quickly due to the non-holiday season, but the lack of people waiting left the redhead confused. He began to walk towards the visible café to obtain something to drink, but he stopped as he heard a voice, a smooth, haunting tenor that made the Exorcist's blood freeze.

"Please tell me that you are not here alone."

His lone visible eye widening, the Exorcist spun around; his hand was already letting gravity control it as he reached for his Innocence contained in the uniform's garter. His feet quickly shuffled him a few steps away from the Noah to increase the miniscule time it would take for that thing to reach him. Said Noah only looked slightly amused as the now growing hammer shielded its user, but his look also held great annoyance. Tyki Mikk took another drag off of the cigarette between his lips before removing a hand from his pocket to take away the lit stick.

He looked very different from the last time Lavi had seen him on the Ark. He appeared older in the sense that all his physical attributes had matured. His hair had grown longer and was tied at the base of his neck instead of on top of his head. It had also changed shades from the green-black to a more blue black. Furthermore, his skin tone was not the ash gray of the Noah's true form, nor the sunless-pale that he had sported when he worked in the mines; instead, he had a healthy tanned quality that was common in someone of status. Lavi's bookman skills continued to note the other various, subtle differences that created the new person that was currently standing in front of him.

Instead of attacking as per Lavi's expectation, Tyki slumped his head forward and slowly exhaled the smoke from his lungs as if he were thinking of better things he could be doing. Lavi's glare darkened at the indifferent treatment that had previously ticked him off when the Noah refused to fight him on the Ark. He was stronger now and trained just as hard as anyone else around the Order did, even with Bookman's disapproval. The redhead had even continued his training regimen when he had been sent on the four month-long mission by Bookman to document the truth within another war.

"What are you doing here, Noah?" Lavi sharply questioned as the Innocence began to glow with the rage of its master.

Dark caramel eyes glanced up at him with a strange expression. Irritation, anger, disappointment... Only the rest of his head tilted upward as he replied, "I could ask the same of you."

"That's none of your concern, bastard."

"Then put away your weapon. I am here on my own accord as well; though, I may as well forget about it." With that final statement, Tyki tipped his hat, turned around and began walking towards the stairs that would take him to the rest of the city. He waved over his should as he called back, "You might as well go home too, shonen. Tyré Micah has just decided that this business venture is no longer worth pursuing."

A shock sent itself through Lavi's system as he continued to stare at the retreating back. His bookman habits began to overwork themselves as they quickly processed the newest information offer to him by the Noah's choice of words. One always went from point A to point B, which meant that...

Tyki Mikk and Tyré Micah were the same person.

This was shaping up to be a wonderful experience.

The heir of Bookman groaned slightly at the back of his throat as realization hit him. With this new information, he needed to make a quick choice about what to do next. All rational thought told him to buy another train ticket on the Order's tab and report what had happened. This line of thought led back to the original message that Tyki had composed and sent to them in the first place. A Noah was offering up information that had yet to be revealed amongst all of Komui's crazy experiments. But why? It must have been very influential for Tyki to switch sides by telling them, and putting his own person in danger. What kind of information must this be for him to risk everything just for a false fiancé?

Lavi closed his eyes as he issued his own sigh over the whole situation. He was used to having to pretend to be someone else with each new persona he put forth, but this job held to much risk in it. Sheathing his Innocence, he turned towards the train and ticket booth that would both be needed for his ride back to Headquarters. Another several day ride on uncomfortable seats that prevented him from sleeping the way he wanted to, and thereby keeping him awake wondering about what information he could've obtained from this mission.

Lavi was snapped from his musings as he found himself taking off after the man who he had once sworn he would take down. He took the steps quickly and analyzed which way the well-dressed man had gone. Spotting the man only slightly up the road, Lavi called out to him, "Tyki! Wait a minute! Can you slo-" Lavi was cut off as he was run into by the various crowds that occupied the city streets. "Please, move." He pushed his way through the crowd and upon emerging from the other side of it, realized the Noah was no longer in the spot in which he had last seen him. Taking another step or two forward, the redhead scanned the area in front of him. He began to turn to see if Tyki had decided to stop in a store, but was cut off from doing so as a suited torso invaded his immediate line of sight.

Freaked out, Lavi stepped back from the man who was currently much to close for his own personal comfort. Tyki's eyes lightened in amusement. "You called, Mr. Eye Patch?" The cigarette had already been disposed of and the Pleasure had decided to keeps his hand casually in his coat pockets to reassure the younger man that he meant no harm. Lavi grimaced slightly at the name, but was happy he had been able to catch up with Tyki. He was hoping that, even though there were obvious issues with him being the wrong person for the job, the Noah would give him all the information he would need anyways, and then he could take a small much needed break from the Order and Bookman.

"Yeah," Lavi's slightly labored answer came, but he quickly regulated his breathing as he began to focus on the task in front of him. "Why did you ask if I was alone?"

Tyki's expression went blank. "I asked for a woman, not a male."

Lavi frowned as he absorbed what was said, and then proceeded to become confused. "Woman? Fiancé is a male title; you got what you asked for."

As soon as the words were spoken, caramel eyes widened in surprise as they closely inspected the male in front of him beginning to seem distrustful. Lavi had grown embarrassed from how he realized he was sounding, but that seemed to only be making things worse for his already tight muscles. However, Tyki's eyes caught hold of the lone jade green on and he let out a light chuckle at the redhead's discomfort.

"Perhaps," the elder replied. "But how did you get to fiancé from fiancée, with two E's?"

Well that settled that explanation. Lavi's face began to shift from its natural color to his hair color as he realized the mix up. A woman. It made since. After all, Tyki was clearly trying to portray a high standing man who fit into society, and though they had once been common, homosexual relationships would not make fitting into society easy. The upper class males were expected to be able to carry on the family by having plenty of children with their respective wives. Of course the male in front of him would ask for a woman on this mission.

But wait... Lavi's thoughts went through the contents that he had memorized several times over and still came to the same conclusion. Tyki had written exactly what the redhead had said. The embarrassed flush dissipated as another glare set itself on his face.

"I don't know!" Lavi accused. "You're the one who wrote it in your letter."

Tyki looked confused and suspicious at the Bookman's words. "Do you have the letter with you?" Lavi gave his affirmative as he pulled the folded piece of paper from his pants pocket and handed it to the older male. The brunette unfolded his work and began to read exactly what he wrote. His eyes narrowed as he came to the discrepancy that the two were currently arguing over. He raised the paper closer to his face and became confused at seeing what he was currently seeing. The non-holding hand came up to the paper as well and began to scratch at the page on just the end of the offending word. His superior smirk returned as he passed the letter back to the Bookman's apprentice.

The younger then began to read through the memorized contents once again to see what had made the man in front of him so arrogant once again. His eye widened as his saw that a second E had appeared surrounded by flakes of the ink corrector, thus changing fiancé to fiancée. His eyes focused on the fine dust that had made the letter look like the page.

Only one name came to mind as he thought of what could've happened.

Komui.

This mission was no longer worth the supervisor's life; and when he returned to Headquarters...