Stolen moments.
Chapter 1: And nothing remains in the ashes.
This is my first attempt at a D Gray Man story, so I apologize ahead of time if the characters are OOC. I try my hardest to ensure they remain as they are in the story, but I'm just learning how to accurately portray the characters, so please bear with me.
That aside, this is a very AU story but it takes place during canon time. As not to ruin what happens in this epilogue of sorts I'll add the rest of my ramblings to the bottom ^.^ Enjoy!
The sky was alight with colors, various shades of blues, reds and yellows littering the once flawless sky as the telltale signs of night slowly began claiming the day. Clouds, seeming to understand the shift in time, easily moved to the side, unwilling to block wandering eyes from the marvelous sight that was the sunset.
It was a pity, really, Lavi couldn't help but muse, that the town's people had to miss this no doubt once in a life time sight. Sure sunsets occurred every day, but for some reason this one just seemed so much lovelier than its predecessors.
The colors blended together so naturally, making it so the sky was nothing short of breathtaking. He allowed himself one more moment to bask in the beauty, committing the scene to memory. He figured that it was definitely something pretty enough to look back on for his own selfish desires.
After all, who said a Bookman wasn't allowed a moment or two to enjoy the beauty of the world when he wasn't focusing on the history of it? If the damned panda was so picky about always writing down everything he saw then he had no quarrels with putting his observations down on paper just to spite the elder. By then the colors would be long gone, shrouded in the darkness of the past, which would technically make it history.
His nonsensical musings were cut short as a sudden scream ruptured his self-induced world of peace and the red head couldn't help but feel a slight frown tug at his lips as his last few moments of serenity were plucked from his grasp, instead reminding him that he had a job to do that wasn't wasting time mentally complimenting a natural occurrence.
"Sheesh, can't a guy just take a minute and enjoy the smaller things in life?" He complained childishly to himself as he tore his gaze away from the setting sky. Instead he glanced down from the building he was currently standing on, watching emotionlessly as yet another akuma attacked – and promptly killed- another poor citizen.
This really was becoming tedious, the green eyed man thought dryly to himself as he begrudgedly plopped down on the side of the somehow still standing roof and dangled his boot clad feet and calves carelessly over the edge, dangerously hovering nearly two dozen feet above the rubble cluttered road.
How long had he been here, again? A few hours, perhaps? And yet there was still nothing particularly intriguing occurring. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
It was drop dead dull.
"Why the hell did that old panda want me to come here anyway?" The boy grumbled to himself as he tiredly rested his chin on his upturned palm, an emerald eye lazily watching the death and destruction continuing on below, "None of this is even important to history…"
Death, blood, screams, it was nothing new to the one day Bookman, but then again that didn't exactly surprise him. This was just another war, after all. Why should this one be any different than any of the others?
These people, the ones crying below for a god who did not exist to save them, were nothing more than unfortunate victims caught in a cross fire between two unnatural forces both fighting for yet another deity who was nothing more than a myth; common folklore used to assure the weak that there was a higher being out there willing to protect them.
They would die, as so many others did, for no other reason than to allow a war that they were not aware of to continue on. A war in which would lead to nothing more than more deaths, more screams, and more blood. Patterns never did seem to end.
It was pathetic, but the red head knew that it was the nature of humans. He could not bring himself to expect anything less.
"What, does the bloodshed below not amuse you, Eyepatch?"
Instantly the red head perked up at the sudden voice that wasn't a scream, a grin spreading across his face as he turned to regard the person standing behind him, which is if the voice was anything to judge location by.
"Nah, it's nothing new. Really, I don't know why the old man is always so insistent on me recording these things. It'd just get lost in history with all the other villages slaughtered, anyway."
People this meager had no place in history. Their lives, in the eyes of the majority, were nothing more than mere bumps in the eternal path that was time.
"Yes, I believe I have to agree with that." The deep voice chuckled softly as he came up to stand beside the younger boy, his eyes flickering from the massacre below to the Bookman Junior lounging so leisurely on the edge of the roof and watched in interest as the green eyes of the boy took note of the deaths passively, as though it was something far from new to him. Then again, the man supposed that for Lavi this really wasn't new.
Not that he held any room to judge when it came to that subject, the other inhabitant of the barely standing roof thought amusedly to himself as his gray hand came up to idly scratch the back of his head and once again regarded the akuma below. After all, he had seen and caused more deaths than the ones currently being committed.
The pot calling the kettle black, I suppose. He inwardly mused.
"Tell me, eyepatch, does this scene really not bother you? Do you not find it in the least bit intimidating that all these things, these people, are being slaughtered like cattle?"
"What? Come on, don't go losing your memory, old man." The red head laughed, glancing over at the suit clad man standing only inches from his form, "You know how I feel about humans."
"Yes, that is true."
It was one of many topics in which the two found themselves in agreement on.
"So, what brings you into my neck of the woods, mole?" Lavi jeered playfully, purposefully mentioning the beauty mark that he knew irritated the otherwise flawless noble, "Miss me that much already?"
Tyki couldn't help but snicker at the arrogant question, knowing that it was the red head's way of playing with him.
"If I was to say that I happened upon here by coincidence, would you believe me?"
"Heh, no way in hell."
"I thought as much."
The Noah smiled and finally turned so that he was fully facing the younger man, adjusting his top hat leisurely as the wind threatened to whip it off his head and into the battlefield dying down below.
"What are you really here for, Tyki? You and everyone else already knows that I can handle this job on my own, so why stop by?"
The shorter of the two finally stood once more, stretching out his relaxed muscles as he awaited an answer.
"I have no qualms that you can complete this." The Portuguese man assured, his tone almost resembling that of a purr as he crossed his arms, "I just thought I would come and see how things were progressing. I have no other engagements and Road is in a particularly irritating mood today without Lero around to pester."
"So you only came here because I was the lesser of the evils? Aw, I'm hurt, beauty mark."
"Don't you have a job to do here, Red?"
As the older of the two, the Noah sought to be the bigger person and disregarded the brat's last comment, although he did plan on getting him back later for the stupid nickname he just refused to drop.
The beauty mark wasn't even that noticeable… was it?
"Yeah, yeah, geez, you're starting to sound like the panda…" Lavi complained, a slight pout marring his face as he carelessly leapt off of the building and landed precariously on the road, his head turning from side to side as he attempted to get an idea of his surroundings, "Well, looks like the akuma are pretty much done here anyway. I might as well just get this over with…"
Without another word the red head began his trek through the village, the sound of footsteps trailing behind him the only clue that the other man had decided to join him on his little walk.
"Looks like they've made quite the mess of things." Tyki mused idly to himself as he scanned their ruined surroundings, hands coming down to fiddle absentmindedly with a cigarette. His nonchalance making it obvious that he was not bothered in the slightest by the smell of death pungent in the air or the dozens of very human, very dead forms surrounding them.
Lavi, on the other hand, made no move to respond to the other's useless comment. Instead he studied everybody separately, ensuring they were dead before adding them to his mental list of deceased.
There were no more akuma in sight, leading the red head to believe that they had finished eradicating the area of human life forms and thus had taken their leave to the outskirts of the premises, as was instructed. Lavi himself disliked the creatures and didn't want them getting in his way after they finished what was expected of them.
The village, being as small as it was, wouldn't take long at all to patrol and record, much to the relief of the Bookman Junior. He just wanted to get this done with already. Then he could return home and read the book that he was in the middle of.
"145… 146… 147…"
The young man's muttered counting and the soft shuffle of two pairs of feet were the only sounds now penetrating the once loud air, leaving an almost eerie feeling to shower over the two men, but that too was nothing new.
The red head continued his soft counting as they all but finished up exploring the city, making certain that every last dead body was accounted for.
"234… 235… 23-… What?"
Lavi suddenly halted in his movements, nearly causing the man tailing him to run into the smaller boy.
"Lavi? What is it?"
The future bookman ignored the question, his attention preoccupied on the body of a young man- no doubt about Lavi's age- sprawled out on the side of the road only inches from the traveling pair. Rubble covered half of the kid's frame and blood soaked the surrounding area, as was usual for a dead body. However, the one thing not so normal with the scene was the blue eye that remained open and trained on the red head, an almost pleading glint to it.
This body was not dead at all. It was alive, however barely.
Interesting…
"H-help…"
The voice was weak and laced with the signs of death, proving that even if they were willing to help the boy- which they weren't- they wouldn't be able to. The poor lad was already too far gone thanks to the serious lacerations decorating his pale body, the crack on his blonde skull and the puddle of blood that just continued to seep into the greedy ground,
"P-please… Monsters…"
"You're still alive?" It was a stupid question, Lavi knew that. Of course he was alive, he was talking, wasn't he? But still, he couldn't help but ask it, his curiosity peaked, "Judging by how much blood you lost it's a miracle you are even still conscious let alone alive."
He was being cruel, he was well aware of it, yet he did not stop,
"I hate to tell you this, kid, but you're just too far gone, ya know? Can't help injuries like that, even if I wanted to."
The red head crossed his arms and stepped closer to the fearful teen, making no move to comfort the terrified individual all but begging for help in front of him.
"Looks like your little pets missed one." The Noah of pleasure chuckled, lighting yet another cigarette before sticking it into his mouth, "Tch, tch, did you not train them better than that?"
"Ah, shut it, Tyki. Those things are too idiotic, no matter how many times I try to teach'em to be precise." The bookman in training shrugged, "Now hush, I wanna try something…"
Seeming to obey the halfhearted order, Tyki watched with interest as the red head stared intently into the dying boy's eyes, deaf to the small, feeble cries for help that still resounded from the figure. It was pitiful, really.
Lavi stayed like that for several moments, his eyes never wavering from the near corpse's as their staring contest progressed. It continued on for almost a minute before Junior blinked and nodded almost in understanding to himself, a look of small disgust appearing on his pale face.
"Saw your whole family get murdered before your eyes, did ya? That's rough. Sorry 'bout that. But I gotta say, that was pretty damn noble of ya, pushing your little sister out of the way and all so that she wouldn't get hit by the blast that put you into this sorry state. But…" The red head ruffled his hair, heaving a sigh as he turned away from the startled looking boy who stared at the eye patch wearing individual in a mixture of pain, horror, and curiosity, "It's really too bad that your efforts were in vain… She didn't last much longer after your little sacrifice, did she? Too bad…"
Lavi cringed inwardly at his own words, biting his lower lip in discomfort as the scene he described played over in his head again.
It was from the point of view of the blonde boy and he could feel the emotions surging through the teen's body as he and his sister hastily fled from their desecrated house, their parents already long gone thanks to the monsters ransacking their once peaceful town.
The boy was terrified, rightly so, as he continuously prodded his younger sister to run. She looked rather similar to him, though she could hardly be past the age of ten while her brother was no doubt at least eighteen, maybe older, but the red head couldn't say he really cared all that much.
Instead he watched how the boy saw a beam of energy coming towards his sister and, with a surge of ever so helpful mock bravery, he so selflessly shoved his darling sister aside and took the blow himself. The attack shot right through his chest –hitting a lung if Lavi's understanding of the pain the boy felt was true- before he was thrown back into a nearby wall. Bits and pieces of the makeshift house crumbled down on the boy and he could just barely make out through the glassy eyes of the teen the images of the scared girl getting shot just moments after her brother, however she was obviously killed instantly.
Just like he thought.
A pity.
Lavi shook his head and quickly stashed the memory into the farthest recesses of his mind, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. It didn't matter. Their pain and suffering didn't matter to him…
"See something again, Red?"
The red head hesitated for a moment, his one green eye closing before reopening to look at the Noah who was studying him curiously.
"Yeah… I saw that kid and his sister get attacked…"
The pleasure nodded slightly, dropping the cigarette he was working on onto the floor before crushing it with his shoe,
"You'll get used to it. We all had to."
Get used to it…
"Yeah, I know. I guess I will, but it's still weird, ya know? I mean, seeing people's memories is great and all, but it's weird too. It's 'cause I don't just see their memories, I experience first-hand what they went through and what they were feeling and it's just… Just different…"
Memories… They certainly weren't something foreign to the bookman, who spent his whole life preserving his own for the sake of taking note of the events that transpired later, however there was just something different about seeing them so intimately and close up…
There was something even stranger about being able to bring the fear others felt towards the monsters in their past to real life in the shape of tangible illusions.
"You know Road is willing to help you with that still." The noble Noah pointed out, his golden eyes narrowed slightly at the expressionless ginger, "Your abilities are somewhat like hers. She's actually pretty happy about it."
"Yeah… Heh… Guess I'll have ta take her up on that offer…"
Tyki smiled,
"Of course… Now, shall I?"
He gestured to the barely conscious boy, a malicious edge curling his lips into a grin.
"Go ahead… He's too far gone now…"
No doubt pleased by the ginger's response, Tyki leaned over the dying boy, wasting not a moment as he began his gruesome method of murder.
The red head turned away as the boy's scream echoed throughout the empty village as he was unceremoniously gutted and the Bookman to be couldn't help but finger his headband, making certain it remained where it was as he began to walk away from the scene.
His hand hovered over the cloth on his head as the yells began to die down, no doubt due to the owner's slow demise.
He was being slowly murdered by a Noah who found too much pleasure from the kill.
He was dying because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time…
Lavi fingered the headband tightly, his eye shutting tightly as the boy's memories played over and over in his head.
The boy… Lucas, was his name… He had such potential… He wanted to be a doctor… He wanted to help people in need…
He was now dead.
Lavi scoffed softly at his own reactions and shook his head, his green eye opening once more as he heard the sound of Tyki's footsteps walking to catch up with him.
He couldn't let himself continue to be terrorized by the thoughts and memories of those he saw. It shouldn't matter to him what they were thinking when they saw their loved ones die.
Instead he was to passively examine their memories and take note of any details he did not see himself, that was it and as far as he was concerned that boy knew nothing of any real help.
That was the job and one of the abilities he had gained only months ago due to a certain change of events…
His hands unconsciously slipped under the headband and nails scratched at his forehead in the exact spot that he knew now was marked with a certain pattern…
The pattern of a Noah…
The marking of the Noah of Memories…
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Kanda snickered in irritation to himself as he scanned the demolished town, the anger radiating fiercely from his person proving just how pissed off he was upon finding the town.
"Dammit, they got here before we did…" The samurai growled, his eyes narrowing as he passively glanced at the countless bodies littering the ground, "Then this was just a huge waste of my time…"
Slipping Mugen back into its case, the exorcist scowled before turning to the finders accompanying him, who had wisely moved to stand at least several yards away from the irritated man,
"Call the damn Order and tell them that they sent us too late. The innocence is long gone by now and there's no Akuma in sight… Damn it, a Noah must have gotten to it last night…"
Feeling his anger only rise at that last thought, the long haired man carelessly explored the town after he had received a squeak of an agreement from the terrified Finder, seeing if there was any trace of an Akuma left for him to take his ever growing rage out on, because damn it this was the second time in a month that a Noah had destroyed an innocence and a town before he had even gotten there! This was becoming really ridiculous really quickly.
The town was completely ransacked and destroyed, once beautiful and lovely houses now fallen in heaps of bricks and glass, mere shells of the masterpieces they once were. Had Kanda actually been the type to feel normal human emotions such as empathy or pity he would probably be upset by the seemingly endless number of murdered corpses cluttering the area.
But he wasn't. The only reason he was even irritated at all was that he was forced to come all the way out here just to look at a fucking graveyard.
He growled inwardly to himself once more as he turned a corner, his black eyes closing for a moment before reopening, prepared to glare once more at the disaster surrounding him when instead he found himself pausing, eyes widening at the sight before him.
This half of the town was, just like the other, a mess of rubble and bodies, however there was a large difference in appearance. Whilst in the rest of the town the ground and buildings were laying around in heaps from force, this half looked almost as though it was burned to a crisp.
Ash littered the pavement and only the bear remainders of houses occupied the plots that once harvested an entire building. The rest had been long since burned beyond recognition.
It looked as though a fire had done away with this area quite swiftly, which really wasn't unusual given the situation, but what was unusual was the pattern in which it appeared the fire had traveled.
Regular fire, by nature, burns and destroys anything in its way, making it so it spreads easily and consumes everything, however this fire looked as though it wove around certain areas, hitting only a select number of different areas in what appeared to be a controlled design.
"The hell…?"
This was no natural fire, that much Kanda was certain as he warily stepped over the piles of ash in his way. Instead it was being controlled by something…
Or rather, someone…
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(Days later)
"Going out again, eh?"
The red head stated idly as he lounged back in the pleasure's bed, having no trouble acting as though he owned the room, which was really not the case, "You've been visiting those human friends of yours a lot lately."
Ignoring the younger man making himself comfortable in his room, Tyki merely sighed and closed the drawer he was rummaging through, a fair of worn jeans, suspenders and a white shirt in his arms,
"Yes, well I plan on taking advantage of all the free time the Earl has gifted us with lately. Not all of us are content with reading all day."
Gold eyes glanced pointedly at the red head, who merely returned the look with a sheepish grin. While the taller of the two certainly did enjoy reading a good book he didn't seem to harbor the same fascination the Bookman junior did. After only a few hours the Portuguese man was at the limit of his attention span with the parchment whereas the red head was usually just getting started.
"Yeah, I guess, but I only really read that long 'cause the panda insists on it." Lavi shrugged nonchalantly, falling to lay completely back on the soft bed again, "Where are you going this time?"
"I believe I'm meeting them at a train station." The pleasure replied, shedding his formal attire for the hobo clothes his white persona seemed to favor, "There's a new mining town that they want to check out."
"You know, I never took you to be the type willing to get down and dirty." Lavi teased softly, a jeering grin on his face as he stared at the ceiling, granting the other male privacy as he changed, "Mr. I'm-too-good-for-everyone noble."
"Come now, Red, you know as well as I do that that is merely a role I have to portray to keep the Earl happy."
"But you seem to like it well enough. Even now you're talking like you actually have an education."
The black haired Noah merely rolled his eyes and slipped his glasses on, not finding any real reason to rise to the red head's teasing remarks. Honestly, that kid was too childish sometimes.
"Will you be coming with me this time?"
"Huh?" Pulling himself back up into a sitting position on the bed, Lavi looked at the other male in barely contained surprise, "Yeah, I think I will. There's not too much to around here but fight with the old panda. I finished all my work with him and the earl, so I think it's safe to disappear for a day or so. Not like he'd even notice anyway…"
Opting to tune out the red head's nonsensical rambling, Tyki nodded in acceptance at the other male's response,
"Then let's go."
"Wait!"
The youngest of the Noah jumped up from the bed and glanced down at his outfit, a look of uncertainty crossing his gray face,
"Shouldn't I change into something more homeless like and ugly like yours?"
The pleasure hummed softly in thought at the other's question before smirking slightly, his golden eyes slowly studying the others form in amusement before gracefully exiting the room,
"No, actually I believe the clothes you are wearing will do just fine for that role."
"Aw, that's mean, Birth mark!"
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The red head muttered incoherently to himself as he quickly flittered around his room, gathering the belongings he required for the few days he was planning on inhabiting the human world with Tyki, silently cursing the other Noah for being so impatient. For one reason or another the pleasure didn't seem to understand the fact that the Bookman in training needed at least a change of clothes if he was going to be away from the manor for a duration of time that exceeded twenty four hours.
But, then again, he couldn't really blame the other Noah for being so impatient to leave. Lavi had only been a part of the Noah clan for around half a year, however even he knew how little free time the apostles really had, especially recently.
The Portuguese man was no doubt just eager to escape his duties for a little while and pay the role of the little hobo, a role that he actually seemed to really enjoy and Lavi had to admit that he did too.
When he had first endured the sudden transitioning of becoming a Noah the red head and Bookman had been allowed to take refugee under the Earl, automatically being accepted as one of them, much to the Bookman to be's surprise. The Millennium Earl, being a complete and utter stranger to the Bookman's with a reputation to make any normal human tremble, had absolutely no qualms with allowing the two men to live with the rest of his so called 'family'. He even went so far as to let the two continue recording history, that is, under one condition.
Lavi had to embrace his Noah side and accept any and all missions given to him by the Earl.
Of course the red head didn't really have much of a choice but to accept the terms he was given, seeing as he was now a Noah regardless of whether he wished to be or not. In the end he had obviously accepted the terms as well as promised the Panda that he wouldn't let his mind get corrupted by the Noah fighting for control within him.
Because that was something he could easily control.
Sighing, Lavi shoved a few pairs of clothes into his bag (he wasn't certain how long they would be staying this time), a brush, a toothbrush, an extra headband and an extra eyepatch before slinging it over his shoulder. He actually was looking forward to seeing the Portuguese's companions again, if for no other reason than they were interesting as far as humans go.
When the ginger had first been taken in by the Noah Family the Earl had practically dumped the confused and troubled boy on Tyki, more or less leaving it to the man to ensure that Lavi not only received a explanation as to what was going on but also learn how to control his so called 'black' and 'white' sides.
Needless to say Tyki had been less than pleased by the baby sitting gig he was cohered into, yet he obeyed his orders nonetheless. He was actually rather pleasant about it as well, showing patience to the confused boy of only 17. The pleasure had helped him through the initial rough transaction, with the help of Road, and even became, dare Lavi say it, close to the younger man.
Close enough that within two months of his stay the elder of the two had allowed the red head to come with him to meet his human friends. The meeting had been… interesting, to say the least. But, just like in the Noah Clan, he had been readily accepted by the travelers.
Lavi couldn't help but smile wryly at the memory, an amused chuckle escaping from his lips as he gave the large red and black themed room one last glance before exiting the room, closing the door with a soft click.
Maybe being a Noah wasn't as drastic as he had originally feared it would be.
"Are you ready yet, Red?"
Glancing up from his own inner monologue, the ginger stared blankly at the pleasure leaning impatiently on the wall across from him before grinning slightly,
"Yeah, now I am, birth mark."
The pleasure's mouth twitched downward slightly at the nickname, however he didn't comment on it. Instead he nodded and pushed off the wall, beginning to walk down the hall.
Quickening his pace slightly, Lavi caught up with the now white form of Tyki, adjusting his bag to sit comfortably on his shoulder.
"You know, you created quite the mess of things on the mission a few days ago." Tyki stated idly, flipping his large glasses down over his eyes before fetching a cigarette out of his old pants, "Having trouble controlling your abilities?"
"You could say that…" The red head muttered sheepishly, refusing to meet the others glasses shielded gaze, "Guess I just got carried away practicing and all…"
The pleasure smirked slightly at the response before lighting the cigarette now resting in the corner of his mouth, inhaling deeply from the stick before turning his head to the side and emitting a small puff of smoke, "Is that so? Enjoying your little abilities that much?"
His voice came out as a low, mocking purr and the red head merely rolled his uncovered eye,
"Ah, shut it, mole. You try controlling that damned fire serpent; it's god damn stubborn."
"Hm… That reminds me of someone else I know."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's one of my most redeeming qualities." Lavi grinned, easily meeting the other's playful tone with one of his own, "But it's listening a little better, I guess. The others are a bit easier to control…"
Tyki nodded slightly drawing his cancer stick up to his mouth once more,
"The Earl wants you to learn all of the judgements soon. He thinks it'd be useful, especially powered by dark matter."
"I know, I'm workin' on it." He shrugged and folded his arms behind his head, idly fingering the red locks on the back of his head, "I wanna figure this shit out too, ya know?"
He grinned brightly at the man walking beside him and Tyki couldn't help but stare at the other for a moment, confused, before offering the boy a small smile.
That boy…The pleasure thought to himself, his gaze lingering on the red head for another moment he took another drag of his cigarette and left the house, He's always so cheerful… It'd be a real shame when his inner Noah gets rowdy… The Noah of memories isn't a very pleasant fellow, even by Noah means…
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As I'm sure you all have already gathered, this is an AU in which Lavi is a Noah, (IE the Noah of Memories). It is because of that that he and Bookman were able to join the Noah side and record history from there, thus making it so he does not join the Order.
Another thing, when I mentioned the fire above, I was referring to the special abilities Lavi has in the show, however in this case it is powered by his dark matter instead of his innocence. I'm pretty sure you know that already, but I just wanted to make sure that that was clue.
Also, this is a Tyki X Lavi story, so expect that as well as the other exorcists because they were also be a big part of this story. There will be also be a one-sided Kanda X Lavi edge to this story that will be brought to light and developed in later chapters.
The details leading up to this part will be examined throughout the story for anyone who is wondering just what the heck lead up to this ^.^ I just enjoy starting stories from this point. Don't ask me why, I just do. :D
Also this story starts up around the time that Allen joined the order, making it so the Bookman joined the Noah about a year and half later than they joined the Order in the show, just so you know.
Anywho, I think this has addressed any possible questions concerning just what the heck is going on in this story ^.^ Hopefully it makes sense, however I am somewhat new to the fandom, so forgive me if they seem a bit OOC at the moment. I'm slowly starting to understand each character to the point where I can accurately characterize them.
Until next time!
~ BeautifulWonderland.