DISCLAIMER: -man is not mine. If -man was mine, Kanda would have never returned to the order, he'd be searching for Allen and they'd get together and Voldemort- I mean Apocryphos would not exist and Lenalee would grow her brain back because I hate how when she lost her hair, she lost her brain with it. Oh, and Kanda would insult her more (that was funny and you know it XD).

FULL SUMMARY: After a little run-in with those annoying, pesky Noah twins on a mission, our two favourite exorcists find themselves in a very tough spot indeed... How will Kanda and Allen cope when JasDevi's taken it into their hands to reverse the curse? Yullen/AreKan

Reverse the Curse – Prologue

"Man, my head hurts..." I muttered lightly as I rolls over onto my side, curling up and nuzzling my pillow as a low moan ripped free from the confines of my throat as the head-ache pounded. It wasn't a surprise it was near my left eye where it throbbed, that was usually the source of all my headaches, though it was slightly confusing since I had only just returned from a mission with that stupid long-haired girly man named BaKanda Yu, which was full of akuma, and Noah appearances.

I inwardly groaned and dug my head into the soft pillow a bit harder at the memory. Of course it was those two headaches Jasdero and Devit we had to run into, honestly, I'd have to say they are the most delusionally creative Noah I have ever met. How they managed to go from trying to make me pay their debts gained from -insert shudder here- Master to claiming BaKanda and myself were in from forbidden love affair is beyond me, and the memory only made my head throb more as I dragged my right hand from under the sheets to rub my temples from the internal agony.

I had more fun dealing with the 14th Noah than those two, and that was saying something. I kind of thanked whatever was up there that they at the very least had me settled with my uncle as a Noah memory (Mana's brother equals my uncle, end of story) over some annoying little head-splitting pain in the ass-

This must be some headache I'm having, I can't believe I'm actually swearing like a sailor in here.

Shaking my head lightly to shake the thought, my eye twitched at the pain before I finally decided to force them open, only to see a blurry room and the tips of my rusty brown hair in view...

…Hey wait a second, my hair wasn't brown...

Eyes opening wide in surprise, I shot up in bed, and ignoring the head-splitting sensation I was feeling, I ran into the small bathroom attached to my sleeping quarters and almost screamed at the sight that met my eyes. No scar, brown hair, brown eyes, and finally to top it off, and the one thing that made me scream as loud as I could in shock, was the fact that instead of an arm of innocence I was oh-so familiar with, I was greeted with two cross-like scars on my forearms with blood bracelets over my wrists, before said blood bracelets transformed into the length of a beautiful deep red blade that rested in my hands easily.

Needless to say, I screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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Little did a certain now-brunette exorcist know that at the same time an equally as shocked 'WHAT THE FUCK?' was shouted out by a certain long-haired exorcist out at the other side of the building, as he now donned a strange scar, long white tresses and an arm of innocence that was not his.

What the hell is going on here?