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Summary
The exorcists are almost getting tired of this. Being reborn, alone, only to fight, alone, to their deaths to be reborn again, alone. But this time, things are different. Now, all of the exorcists are around at the same time. As they struggle to reconnect with their friends and comrades, a just as brutal Black Order breathes down their necks . Unfortunately the Noah are in the same situation, meaning just as hard a fight, but maybe this time they'll finally be victorious.
Kanda scowls as a strong discomfort shudders through him. Great. This again. Kanda tries not to scowl as a sharp breeze causes him to shiver.
"Can I see him?" A woman's voice speaks, she sounds so far away.
"Wait, is that Japanese?"
"Here."
Kanda shuffles uncomfortably, hating how small he feels.
"He's a strong one." Someone laughs and Kanda tries to look angry as he forces his eyes open.
"He's awake!" An overexcited voice greets Kanda. Looking up, Kanda sees a grinning woman with dark hair and pale skin. Violet eyes shine down at him and Kanda instinctively looks away.
"Hello there, Akai."
Kanda tries not to roll his eyes. Red. That wasn't his name. That the moyashi's.
"We're gonna be a perfect family."
Kanda looks to scowl at the man, who's surprisingly young, like the woman, and has slightly darker skin and brown hair. "You'll love it here, son."
—
HALF A YEAR LATER.
Lavi was disorientated at first, before recognising what was happening. He was being born. Again. Great. Lavi tried not to roll his eyes. He was really getting sick of this.
"Why can't I just die?"
"Deborah, he's gorgeous." A soft voice speaks as Lavi leaves his eyes closed. Maybe he could get some sleep…
"Ma'am? What's his name?" A voice speaks, probably the doctor, as Lavi gets shuffled around.
"Jonathan."
Lavi feels a relaxing warmth against him, probably his mother.
"What do you think, Felix?"
"He's perfect."
—
A YEAR AND A HALF LATER.
Lenalee feels an overwhelming sadness as she feels herself coming to life. She doesn't want this anymore. Why did she have to? Lenalee hates the pain and the suffering. She hates the loneliness. Any family she's had always lost her or she lost them.
"It isn't fair."
"Mei?" A kind voice speaks in Korean. "Hello, little one."
Lenalee feels her throat swell as tears threaten to fall. She was too kind, she would only be hurt!
"Shh…" A large hand pats her back. "Don't cry. Everything will be alright. Shh…"
Lenalee wishes she could believe her new mother, but the peace never lasted.
Lenalee feels a comforting warmth as new tears silently stream down her face.
"Maybe, just this once, I'll believe her."
—
TWO YEARS LATER.
Allen feels a familiar warmth envelope him, followed by a piercing cold. Cool hands pick him up as a dull pain fades away.
"Again." Allen tries force his eyes open and after a few seconds he can see the white hospital room around him.
"Ray." A soothing voice speaks as new hands reach out to take him. "Michael! Look."
A middle-aged man comes into view, light stubble across his chin. Dark brown hair lies neatly over startling green eyes.
"Hm?" Michael looks closer at Allen, eyes furrowing with worry. "Doctor?"
"It doesn't seem to be causing any problems." A stale voice speaks as a blue clothed man comes into view, face obscured by a pale mask. "We'll have to check in soon, though."
"Chelsea?" Michael turns to look behind Allen.
"…Alright." The woman sighs as Allen is turned to face her. Her bright red hair is tied back messily, her face is drenched in sweat and large bags sit under her eyes. "Be safe Ray."
—
SEVEN YEARS LATER.
ALLEN 7
LAVI 11
LENALEE 9
KANDA 12
"Ray!" A voice calls to the seven year old as he writhes in his bed. "We're going to be late! Hurry up!"
"I'm coming!" Allen shouts as his body falls out of bed. "Don't leave without me!"
Allen's door slams open as his older brother by two years, Ben, steps inside.
Allen's room is littered with books, video games and various knick knacks he'd collected over the years. Surprisingly, no trash lies around and all Allen's clothes are neatly put away.
"Come on!" Ben demands.
"I'm up!" Allen protests, throwing his blankets onto his bed as he stumbles over to his closet.
"Mom's already made breakfast." Ben teases. "If you don't hurry, I'll eat your share!"
"Ben! Don't!" Allen cries, pants half on as his brother sprints out of the room, yelling down to their mother.
Allen glares at his uniform as he slips on his jacket. The clothes are shades of grey, will only a little gold around the school emblem. The emblem is a decorated cross, almost exactly the same as every other school. Allen silently misses his red and black exorcist uniform, but the design had been scrapped over a century ago.
Allen sighs as he throws his bag over his shoulder and heads out of his room. He can hear Ben cackling from the downstairs.
"Ray!" Allen smiles as hie mother calls as he enters the kitchen.
"Morning." Allen grins at her.
"You're ten minutes late." She points out. "Which means one less piece of bacon."
"Yes!" Ben exclaims, reaching for Allen's plate.
"One piece which will be going to your father if he comes down." Chelsea looks up to the ceiling. "Michael! Get down here!"
"I think I know where your slowness came from." Ben grins at Allen.
"Shuddup." Allen mutters, stabbing a fork into his breakfast.
"Don't swear." Chelsea offhandedly reprimands as she heads to the stairs. "And be done by the time I'm back."
"What about Dad's?" Ben calls after her.
"Take it!" Their mother calls back. "He took even longer than you!"
—
"Jon!" A little girl slams into Lavi's leg, just as he reaches the door.
"Vicky." Lavi crouches down. "I gotta go to school."
"No!" Mia shakes her head. "You can stay home like me!"
"I can't." Lavi points out. "You're only four so you can get away with that stuff. But I can't."
"Why not!?" Mia exclaims. "It's not fair!"
"I know." Lavi pats his step-sister on the head. "I'll be back in a few hours."
—
"This school's great!" Ben grins. "You don't have to worry!"
"But I don't know anyone." Allen pouts. "'cept you."
"Maybe if you join a club you can find some more nerd friends." Ben says.
"Nerd friends?" Allen repeats, glaring at his brother.
"Well, there are some for all grades." Ben adds. "There must be a nerd somewhere…"
"Ben!" Allen slaps his brother's arm. "That's mean!"
"Heh." Ben grins. "Sorry, Ray."
—
"Jon!" Damion waves to his friend as Jon approaches the school gates.
"Damion." Jon smiles and waves back as he comes closer.
—
"This is it?" Allen stares up at the grey building. "Looks boring."
"It's better on the inside." Ben reassures. "Come on! I'll show you around!"
—
"Hey! I found the room roster!" Rich holds a sheet of paper in Lavi's face.
"And?" Lavi pushes it away, closing his book.
"Strategy's in my home room, 222." Rich grins.
"They moved us?" Damion snatches the paper away. "But we're always in the skinny rooms."
"Someone must've done something." Lavi shrugs. "Don't complain about a good thing."
—
A shrill bell echoes through the building, causing the two brothers to stop.
"What was that?" Allen wonders.
"We got to go to assembly." Ben explains. "You'll get your classes and things there."
—
"I hope we're together again, Jon." Damion grins.
"Me too." Rich adds. "I'd hate to be split up."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Lavi reassures. "Just hope for the best."
—
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER.
Allen has to resist the urge to groan as a long line of boring looking teachers stand on the stage, prepared to talk. The principal was currently talking about who-knows-what and Ben was on the other side of the hall. Allen feels small. Towering student crowd around, from primary to high-school, almost suffocating him. He's almost glad Lavi or Kanda aren't here to make a joke.
—
ONE AND A HALF HOURS LATER.
"Welcome to the new year." A middle aged, well dressed woman stands in the doorway, blocking the small group of students from entering the classroom. "Firstly, I won't tolerate any rule-breaking in my classroom."
A small chorus of mutters of either agreement or distaste rush through the students.
"You're to never speak out of turn or interrupt me." The woman looks down at the students. "Am I understood?"
Another wave of murmurs sound in reply as students shift under her gaze.
"Good." She nods. "Come inside."
—
The classroom is just about as exciting as the rest of the school. Grey walls, floors and furniture fill the dull space.
Slightly paler tables stand one by one in an orderly fashion, paired with black chairs.
A whiteboard stands across one wall, behind a teacher's desk.
Small pieces of paper sit on every desk, where a single name is written.
Allen scowls at the papers. Alphabetical. Allen almost misses 'Walker' since it'd sit him at the back and out of the way.
Allen shuffles over to his desk, almost directly in the middle of the room, with the label 'Martin, Ray'.
—
"My name is Miss Carter." The old woman introduces, writing the name in the white board's left corner. "You will call me Miss Carter."
Miss Carter stares down at the assembled seven year olds who stare back at her.
"While initially I will accept some misconduct, I will correct any behaviour throughout this year."
Allen scowls as the woman goes on, every time things got worse. Children are expected to act like adults while most adults try to fight an unkillable enemies a world away.
—
ONE HOUR LATER.
Lavi sighs as his teacher pulls out a large maths book.
"Be sure to take all this down." The large man instructs as he turns to the board behind him.
Damion groans quietly, but loud enough for Lavi to hear. A small laugh sounds from in front of Lavi, where Rich is sitting. Rich glances back at Lavi and Damion, a smirk on his face.
"Shut it." Damion mutters, angrily pulling out his notebook. "Damn maths."
—
Allen watches the teacher explain the coming year carefully. She stands unnaturally straight and small, faded scars are visible across his legs, arms and hands. She seems confident that they wont go unnoticed, seem by her slightly revealing clothes. But Allen can't help but notice the awkwardly thick scarf around her neck, completely covering the nearby skin.
Allen doesn't want to think about what Miss Carter's hiding.
—
ONE AND A HALF HOURS LATER.
"Ray!" Ben hurtles down the hallway, a large grin on his face.
"Ben." Allen grins up at his brother.
"How's everything so far?" Ben asks, stopping in front Allen.
"Boring." Allen admits. "We've haven't done anything."
"It'll get interesting soon." Ben smiles. "Before getting even more boring, little bro."
"Great." Allen sighs.
"C'mon." Ben grabs Allen's hand.
"But I need to eat!" Allen protests as Ben starts pulling him down the hall.
"You can eat there." Ben consoles.
"Where is 'there'?" Allen wonders, looking up at Ben skeptically.
"It's a club I go to." Ben explains. "You'll love it, trust me."
"What's it called?" Allen asks.
"Heh." Ben grins excitedly at Allen. "Strategy club."
—
"It's over!" Damion stretches his arms dramatically. "Any more and I'd been a goner!"
"It wasn't that bad." Lavi assures him.
"You'll have to learn to deal with math class soon, Damion." Rich adds.
"Whatever." Damion shrugs. "Club first, class later."
—
"In here?" Allen looks curiously at the door, marked with the number '222'.
"Yup." Ben nods.
"What do you even do?" Allen wonders.
"It's called strategy, but…" Ben looks thoughtful. "We usually just play boardgames."
—
"This room is way better than last year's!" Damion waves his arms around. "Plenty of space!"
"Can you not?" Rich says, dropping a game on a desk. "Help out."
"Sure, sure." Damion turns back to his bad of games.
"I wonder if we'll get any new kids." Lavi wonders, pushing the tables together.
"Please, no tiny children." Damion groans.
"Didn't one try to eat the pieces last year?" Rich wonders.
"Something like that." Lavi nods.
Damion groans louder, slumping down onto the tables.
—
Ben knocks loudly on the door twice and waits for an answer.
"Is anyone in there?" Allen asks after a few seconds of silence.
"There should be." Ben knocks again, this time more rapidly.
After a few more seconds, Allen moves to knock. As his hand reaches to the door, it swings open.
"I got it!"
An older boy stands in front of them, red hair and bright green eyes glaring down on the two.
Allen's eyes widen in shock at the familiar face, paralysed in his place.
"Hi, Jon!" Ben greets happily.
"Uh, Ben." 'Jon' nods, eyes focused on Allen. "Who's this?"
"This is my little brother." Ben answers proudly. "Ray."
Allen stares at 'Jon' as the other seemingly registers him too.
"Hey." 'Jon' suddenly breaks into a wide grin, eyes growing damp as he sees Allen's face. "'Ray', right?"
"You're…'Jon'." Allen replies, a warmth bursting through his chest as tear threaten to fall.
"Ray, you okay?" Ben asks, noticing Allen's watering eyes.
"Fine." Allen smiles brightly, not even glancing at his brother.
"How about you come inside?" 'Jon' smirks stepping aside. "Welcome, 'Ray'."
—
"Oh, sh-damn." Lavi swears comically. "I forgot something in my bag."
"What?" Rich asks.
"My, uh…" Lavi grins sheepishly. "Right, I forgot the snacks I brought."
"Then go get them." Damion glares at Lavi before muttering. "Trust you to forget."
"Sorry." Lavi grins before looking over at 'Ray'. "Wanna come?"
'Ray' starts at Lavi's words, face paling before a small grin appears across his lips. "Sure."
—
TWO MINUTES LATER.
"…Allen?" 'Jon' looks cautiously down at the boy, breaking the tense silence.
Allen looks up with relief at the familiar name. "…Lavi, right?"
"Oh, thank god." Lavi exclaims, stopping in his tracks to lean on a nearby wall. "I was worried for a second."
"Me too." Allen grins, moving in front of Lavi.
"You-" Lavi smiles at Allen. "You've gotten shorter."
"And you're more obnoxious." Allen bites back.
"Little kids shouldn't know such big words." Lavi tuts.
"I am not a little kid." Allen glares.
"Heh." Lavi grins. "We've got a lot to talk about, Al."
"I don't think the corridor is the best place." Allen points out. "Anyway, weren't we getting snacks?"
—
TEN MINUTES LATER.
"You're terrible." Allen says as the two sprint back to the club room.
"Hey!" Lavi cries indignantly. "I am not."
"This was a terrible idea." Allen adds. "It's been over ten minutes."
"This was the only option." Lavi says. "It's not my fault the canteen is always so full!"
"It's lunch time!" Allen cries. "What did you expect!?"
"Sorry!" Lavi calls, skidding to a stop outside the room.
Allen pushes the older in the moment to door opens. "Just go."
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