Tenebraelux: Hey, thanks for clicking this story. Because of some random thoughts, and some reading of D. Gray man x kuroshitsuji fan fiction. I can't help but to write my own as well. If not, it'll make me go crazy with how much it wants to be on paper. Or in this case, something to do with internet. Anyway! This story is inspired by The musician's Fate son of a Lord. Go and check it out if you want. Ah but warning, those who don't like boy x boy shouldn't read it.

Note: This won't be bxb cause I don't know who that relationship works. There will only be platonic love, and family. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for this plot and story.


Far beyond civilization stood a boy at the age of 10 alone in his never ending sorrow. Further beyond his little feet was a grave. The grave of his clownish of a father. Mana walker. The boy had crouched for the longest of time spilling nothing but soft tears.

It was the third night when someone or something finally came to the boy. It had a creepy wide grin that could swallow the boy whole, round balloonish figure with a yellow jacket twirling on the boy's father graveyard with his pink umbrella. To add to the creepy scenery, the moon behind the man seems like a mocking grin towards the boy with its crescent shape.

The weird creature stared at the broken boy with his never ending grin. "Hello, boy~" He said cheerfully.

But the boy didn't even give him the time of day.

The creature thought for a while before thinking that his usual clownish act won't affect the boy. How boring. So he went for the kill. "Do you want to bring back your...father?" He paused to look at the gravestone. This however finally got the despairing boy to look at the happy goody two-shoe clown.

At first the boy was spectical at the stranger's appearance but the deal was too sweet to ignore. "You can?" He crocked out. Voice below a whisper because of dehydration and unused. But the silent night made the question travel to the creature's ears.

"Of course!" He bounce happily. "My name is Millennium Earl," He bounce off the gravestone. "And I'm here to offer a lost soul his beloved again..." He paused and looked at the boy with his inhumanly golden eyes. It unnerve the boy but he didn't look away. He have courage and guts but at that moment it was misplaced. He will soon find out. "So you wish to have your beloved father back?" He questioned the boy.

The boy blinked in confusion but it soon widened when the words finally reached his confused mind. "Yes!" He quickly answered. "Bring Mana back!"

The Earl hummed in satisfaction. He flicked his finger in the air. In an instant, a black skeleton with a single star on its head appeared. "All you have to do it call out his name." He insured the red headed boy.

"Just call his name?" The Earl nodded in encouragement. Without a second thought, the boy slowly made his way towards the skeleton. He reached out and call for his father. "Mana..." He whispered. "Mana." He called. "MANA!" He shouted with both desperation and yearning in his broken voice.

The Earl's grin widened as he watched the coming tragedy scene. Purple flashed from the sky and soon, the black skeleton moved sluggishly.

"Al... Allen..." It said.

"Mana!" The boy, Allen shouted as he ran for his father. When he reached the skeleton he suddenly stopped when he felt a sudden wrongness coming from his father and a sudden spark of pain in his left hand. "Mana?" He questioned the thing.

The skeleton launched for Allen as it aimed for his neck. The boy was too slow to escape from its grasped and got captured. "Why Allen~ why did you revive me! I HATE YOU! " It shouted in despair and anger.

Allen was confused. Didn't Mana want to be with him. He promised after all. "Mana?" He tried to calm his father down but it only agitated the skeleton even more. Before he could even react, the pain in his left hand increased and Mana, his father slashed the left side of his face. Allen was too shocked to even process the pain and soon he realized that he was on the ground bleeding from his left side.

He tried to turn and look at his beloved father but his supposed paralyzed arm turned into a giant white claw. Allen was shocked was an understatement. What's more, without his consent it moved on its own like a predator trying to catch it's prey. The prey was his beloved father.

Realizing that fact, Allen tried to stop his hand but it was no use. Before he could even shout out a protest the hand was already wrapping it's sharp claws around the delicate looking skeleton. And before he could even blink, it was squashed like a bug. He watched in horror as the skeleton (his father) disintegrate.

"Ma-mana..." He chocked out the last of his strength.

"I... love... you..." As it convey it's last words, it disintegrate into dust.

The Earl was shocked. The boy was an accomodator. A parasite at that. Never had he encountered such a situation before. And he lived for 7000 years! Should he kill the boy while he is still vulnerable or keep him alive to have some interesting spark in his future performance. Before he could decide, a being of the afterlife was approaching them. Realizing who it was, the Earl grinned wickedly.

"Let's have some fun next time, Allen~" He sang as he disappeared into the dark night. Oh, how much fun the future is. For the reader (wicked smile). Ahem.

Hearing the Earl's final greeting, Allen collapsed into a torturous nightmares.

"My, my, my~ What do we have here?" A man with long silver hair and a cross shape scar on his face ask to no one in particular. "I sense the use of necromancy a minute ago and now I found a boy...hmm..." He thought for a while before he saw the inhumanly bloody hand with a glowing green cross on it. The it clicked in the man's mind.

"What a fine find~" He sang happily. "If the Earl let's you live, then that means an interesting future is ahead of us..." He giggle excitedly before an idea popped out. "But what would happen if I take the boy with me? Hmm... Yup, that will be much more interesting." He concluded. With that being said, he took the injured boy with him. "I know just the right person to give you too~" He sang as he literary skipped down the hill. (A/N: Crazy people and their way of thinking. -_-)


Angelina Dalles-Burnett is a miserable woman. After she lost both her child and husband, she fell into depression. Even with the daily visit from her beloved sister didn't give her the slightest bit of comfort. Instead it made her despised her sister and her family even more. She was happy. She have both her beloved husband and her beautiful child. While she has nothing. All because of a carriage. Even when her body has healed, she did not make an attempt to socialize herself with anyone. She shut herself in her house and her job. Avoiding anyone who tried to approach her.

That was until a certain long silver haired man appeared in her bedroom in the middle of the night.

Angelina was about to scream but it was stopped when she saw an injured child in the man's arms. She swiftly made her way to him and examine the child just like how a professional doctor would've acted in that situation.

She gasped in horror when she saw an ugly cut from the boy's left side of his face. She could treat it but she worried whether the eye was still there or not. Then she moved her eyes at the boy's arms and almost yelped when she saw the horrifying grotesque arm. The only thing that stopped her was the beautiful glowing cross embedded in his hand. She moved to get a closer look but was shocked to find the man shoving the child into her arms. She almost dropped him but fortunately didn't.

"Help him." He said. It wasn't a request, more like an order. But it was hard to tell with his cheery tone. "Save the boy and you may have him..." Angelina was shocked but before she could questioned the man he added. "After you're done, find me. Undertaker is my name."

With that he was gone. Leaving the red woman with the bloody child.

Angelina looked at the boy in her arms. He has beautiful bright dirty red hair, pale skin and a figure that is too thin for her liking. His face was scrunched up because of the pain or because of a nightmare. She will never know.

Suddenly she felt warmth for the first time since she had lost her family. Looking at the broken child in her arms reminded her of herself. Finally the woman found a new reason to live. She quickly placed the boy on her bed and went to fetch her surgery tools.

She moved his bloody bangs from his face to get a better look at the wounds. She stopped for a while to embed the boy's face into her mind.

"Such a beautiful child..." She clenched the tools in her hand tightly. "I will definitely save you. Don't give up." She said determinedly.

"Mana... keep...walking..." The boy mumble as a tear fell from his pale cheek.

Angelina gave the boy a sad smile. "Yes, keep walking..." She then began the operation to save the boy's life. Determined to keep him alive at all cost. He is her new hope and she will not lose it again.


Tenebraelux: This story has no specific time update. I merely write it because of urges. So it might take a week or a mont or even tomorrow for the next chapter.

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