A/N: Okay… so this is my first story, and in a nutshell summary (I'll call it a shellmary. One of my quirks is making up "new" words by meshing them up with another), here it is: After Mana and Neah go on the run, you'll be seeing a day in their life from Neah and Mana's PoV. However, things quickly turn intense as events conspire against the Noah and his brother. Now onward to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own dgrayman or any of its characters. I do not own anything except for this story's ideas. Please don't sue me.

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Neah saw a wagon, and had (luckily) the exact amount of money needed to hitch a ride for a little way to another town. When they arrived, they found out that the town was called Manchester, somewhere in England. It was small, nice, and quaint; exactly the type of town that will turn into a big city decades from now, if all goes well.

Why beg and borrow when you can take? Whispered the Noah inside him. Neah froze, and shoved the voice away. He did not need this right now, in a small village where no one can ever find out-

He quickly broke that thought into little pieces. Mana would know, and he was starting to look worried.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.

"Just fine." Neah said. He knew Mana wouldn't believe him one bit.

"Uh huh..." he said skeptically. "Is… it bothering you again?" Mana asked. The driver looked back in (false) understanding. He probably thought that there was a bully or an evil dog or something.

Before he could answer, the driver stopped and gruffly said, "Okay, I took you where you wanted to. Time to go."

They left, paying the amount and went off to earn some money for tonight's stay and (hopefully) good food. Neah went to a bar to play some instruments (specifically the piano) while Mana went off somewhere to earn some Pounds with his clown tricks. Neah sighed. He remembered a time when he could go around a town and wonder what kind of secrets would be there. After a couple weeks on the run, all the towns would kind of blend together. On the bright side, at least his piano skills have improved. He talked to the barkeep, which jumped at the chance to get some extra money like all predictable scum-

Neah quickly went over to the piano and started playing his little heart out.

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A/N: Sooo... What do you guys think? This is only the first chapter, so don't worry if you want more. Or if you didn't like it, at least you don't have to read anymore. Can I ask for reviews here? If you do decide, go full stream on the them. Do not hold anything back. I want to be a better writer, and I can't be one unless you give out constructive criticism. Remember though: There's a difference between constructive criticism and flaming. Thank you for spending your valuable time reading this green writer's story. :D