A/N: I hope that everyone will enjoy the first chapter of Blended Gray. I think that many will get confused because I added things in this fanfiction that never existed in the manga/anime. I promise that all the confusions will be explained in later chapters (mostly through flashbacks).

Chapter summary: A secret was revealed inside the Bookman's library. How will it affect everyone beliefs?

Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man in any shape or size. I would be content with just having Timcanpy eating all the carrots from my dinner plate.

"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Flash backs

One lone teen entered the great library of Bookman, the recorder of hidden history. His breath came out in rapid puffs as if he had been running for miles. His brown cloak was torn in places, if you looked closer, small flecks of blood was visible in some areas. His gray eyes searched the area warily, his body tense ready to defend in case of danger. He sighed in relief when there was no signs of life within this building. The teen went to the closest window, his fingers traced the stained pattern. The snow that was falling like feathery down were now slamming against the windows threaten to break them.

"What's with this weather?" The teen tried to stop his teeth from chattering. He searched for some comfort within this dusty place as he really needed to sleep. The teen turned around and stepped on his cloak. With nothing to stop him, he fell onto the ground and hit his head against a bookshelf.

"Ow!!! What are these bookshelf made of? They hurt more than a steel bar hitting you in the face!" The teen groaned, but sat up when a ripped book landed in his lap. He thought for a minute before opening the book.

The last entry in ___ 's Logbook

I found this document in the library while I was cleaning. It looked so old that it was a miracle that it still existed. From the look of it, it was written in ancient text that could be said as identical to the ones found on the cube! It's not every day that you get to see things like this, even in a library as large as this!

Here is the translated version. Well, I did the best I could. But according to gramps, my translations suck.

During one cloudy night, where not a sound could be heard out here in the desert, a group waited. There were about a hundred gathered together for the moment that their life would change. Everyone was wearing their sandy coloured cloak along with a strand of thread tied around their forehead keeping their hair pined back. They stood so still that they resembled statues to those far away.

One old man stood out from the crowd with his snow-white cloak and withered long snowy hair. He grasped a wooden staff in his bony, yet powerful hand as he watched the sky for some sort of sign. A young woman was standing tall and proud beside him, wearing a pale coloured cloak in comparison with the rest of the group. She closed her eyes and held her soft hands close to her heart as if she was praying.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind picked up sand from beneath their feet caught their attention. A golden alter, beautiful yet terrible, appeared in front of them.

It was time.

"What is your wish, young Wisher?" A voice from an unknown entity called out to the young woman.

She was the youngest daughter of this clan, born with a powerful gift and given birth to a devastating burden. She is the Wisher; one with the necessary ingredients could make a wish come true. There were no exceptions or boundaries to her wish. However, some say that the price to pay for one single wish, no matter how godly it was, would always be too high.

She turned to look at the rest of her clan; all were present. She knew that they all wanted the one thing that they couldn't have every since the end of the war.

"I wish...no...We wish that we can live as normal human beings." Her voice was confident for she must not show any weakness in front of the powerful entity.

It looked at the woman carefully as if she was been judged before it turned to her white haired father and the rest of her family, none of them showed any hesitance.

"Very well, bring the boy to me." It ordered, the Wisher shuddered much to its displease. "You are the Wisher, you cannot hold regrets in your heart."

"Yes, I understand." They young woman bowed low.

A boy no older than seven was wearing all white much like the old man came out of a tent. As everyone around him kneeled on to the ground, he stepped on to the alter. He was smiling confident, like always.

"Brother!" A small girl within the crowd rushed forever to grab him.

"Don't go to him!" A man beside the little girl tried to pull her away.

"Sister, let me go." the boy whispered as he wiped her tears away.

"Why can't we stay together, why did you have to be taken away!" She screamed.

He hugged her tight, "Take care of mom okay?"

"Don't change the topic, tell me why!" She clenched onto him.

"For the sake of everyone's wish." He looked at her, His strange silver eyes that was unlike any other members of the clan met with her golden eyes just for a instant before he turned around and headed for the alter. "Papa, I will be going."

The man who was holding his sister just nodded. In truth, he wanted to stop his son right there. But he was just an outsider who married to the clan chief's youngest daughter due to his talent with sorcery and for defeating the leader of their enemy. Even though the boy was his own son, his very first son, there was absolute nothing he could do to change his child's fate. He still remembered the conversation between him and his wife's father clearly even though it was months before today.

Flashback
Two figures were sitting around the table inside a large tent. The young man looked worried as the older man continued to drink his tea.

"I have a request Father." The young man asked.

"If it is about your son, then it would be best for you to leave." The older man put his tea down.

"He is my son, Father. I can't give him away just like that!" The young man pleaded.

The old man sighed, "Even if I somehow stop 'it' myself, your son will one day leave to search for 'it'. It's something that cannot be changed. You of all people should know better than that."

The young man looked furious, "Don't take about that anymore. I did what I have to do." His fists clenched together.

The old man looked down at his teacup, "He do will do what he must do, just like what you did."

"But he is my SON, he is not me!" The young man stood up with rage that surprised even himself, he quickly calmed himself. It wasn't wise to lose self-control in front of someone as powerful as his father.

The old man paused for a sec before adding, "He may be your son, but he is also my grandson."

The young man gasped in shock as a tear ran down his father's cheek, the old man quickly regained his posture before putting a strange box on the table. "Here, I want you to have this."

The young man opened the box revealing a strange orb that seemed to be sucking surrounding light. "What is this thing, it's strong enough to knock any normal human to the ground."

The old man seemed to hesitate before replying, "It's dark matter. I believe one day that you might need it."

The young man recoiled in shock as the thought flashed by in his mind, 'the powerful old man of the light is making a deal with the devil? ' He shook his head, "I won't use it, I will not lead this clan to its destruction."

"When the time comes, you won't have any choice."
Flash back ends

'What did he mean by not having any choices?' The man wondered.

His sister slipped away from their father as he was in deep thought. She tried to follow her brother, but the moment she reached for her brother's cloak, something invisible slammed her away.

"It would be wise for you not to approach him, daughter of the Wisher." It did not understand their strange actions; all it knew was the boy must go with him.

The youngest daughter took the little girl in her arms as the girl cried. A strange white flame appeared out of nowhere covering the entire alter with the boy in the middle. He was been burned alive, yet he was still smiling with his eyes closed as if he didn't feel the pain.

"Mama! Why is brother the one? Why?" Her voice quavered.

"Because that is his duty, it was decided on the day he was born, merged with 'them'." The wisher replied. She could only watch her first son taken away from her by her father the moment he came out of her womb. She knew that everyone was just as sad as she was to sacrifice an innocent life, but their desire to be normal was much greater. Her precious son argued that his life was meant for this clan. The life that was necessary for the clan's wish to come true.

As the boy's body started to disappear, he smiled at his sister, "Will you promise me one thing?"

"Anything!" His sister cried.

"Be happy." He opened his silver eyes that were now glowing with unimaginable power, perhaps even greater his grandfather.

She had never heard such pleading tone from her brother, 'You didn't want to go, did you?'

"I...promise!" She would uphold this promise, even in death.

He sighed as if in relief, to be finally free of this burden, this responsibly that was too much for even a full-grown man. His silver eyes met all the golden ones before disappearing forever out of their reach. The little girl shuddered in pain and sadness. Nothing was left, no fire, no brother, no clothes, not even a speck of dust.

The little girl struggled to stand up, this time no one tried to stop her. She kneeled down on where her brother was breathing his last breath. She hugged herself tightly as if she wanted to feel him for just one last time.

As the last blow of the wind brushed passes her, she looked up at a bright crimson star shining in the night sky.

"Brother, I want to see you again."

...

No way! I was just about to start on the next part when the entire document just collapsed into dust. All that work for nothing and after rereading what I wrote down, I was rewarded with more questions than answers.

The wisher...Okay, it's obvious from her namesake that she can make wish come true. However I really don't like the right material part. Apparently she had to sacrifice her own son who possessed this unique object or something in order to make the wish. Oh, man! The price is really high, but to be able to wish that you could be god...Can it be done?

'Don't even go there, Bookman must record the hidden histories without been caught in between. Why should I ever wonder if it could be done? My job is to record, nothing more than that. Gramps always say that I'm not fit to be a Bookman. Perhaps he was right. Oh shut up. Now you doubt yourself? Good job on making yourself miserable!'

And there is the 'it' and 'them', what are those things. From what I can tell, 'it' might be the entity that wanted the boy. Then what are 'them'? I know from the document that they were merged with the kid, but there weren't anything else about them. It also seemed the dark matter stated in the conversation would be used by the clan that devoted themselves to the Light because they would be desperate sometime in the future (or the past for me).

What about the silver eyes and the gold eyes? What about the part where the wisher wished they would become human? What about that strange old man and the husband of the Wisher? It was recorded that they won this war, which war did they win?

I'm surprised that my head hasn't exploded yet as I'm writing this down. All the information I have here are both confusing and strange. If I hand this entry to a scientist, not that it will ever happen, they will probably think I'm mad.

I must give this to gramps as soon as possible, even if the proof disappeared. He might be able to find more clues within this context than I will ever be able to in my life. Come to think of it, if gramps see me now, he might have a heart attack. I mean who wouldn't if they see me, someone who was never seen holding a textbook, with hundreds of textbooks, scrolls, dictionaries all piled up to the ceiling all around.

There is one thing I can conclude after reading this context. There is not a doubt in my heart now that my brain just shifted into high gear.

The clan in the text was the Noah Clan.

But than who was the husband that married into the clan, he was just a human right?

So many questions, so few answers.

The apprentice of ___th Bookman

***

This shall be the very last entry in this logbook. It pains me greatly to see the worse happen right in front of me.

It was always a tradition for Bookman to write the last entry within their apprentice's book when they failed to complete their training and bury the logbook within their coffin. I did not know that this moment would come to me. The Bookman before me had warn me to prepare for the worst, now I'm glad for his words as my heart is too weak to take such shook.

I'm getting too old for this.

I hope you may rest in peace, my dear apprentice.

The ___th Bookman

***

The lone teen slammed the book shut, "Well, that was sure a waste of time. This doesn't explain anything." The teen groaned. "I'm missing my needed sleep!"

"I for one believe we have found the answer we had been searching for." Whispered a strange mist that appeared beside the teen.

The boy didn't seem surprised by the mist, "Like what? The fact that this woman could make wish come true?"

"Correct."

The teen looked at the mist as if it had gone mad. He was about to make his remark when a memory that he had been suppressing rushed back to him.

Flash back
"What do you mean I have to kill some one I love? Master!"

"Listen to the 14th when he awakens, there is another side to this war that we are fighting right now. Just remember no to die too soon this time. "

"Wait!"
Flash back ends

"Where is the 14th when you need him?" The teen yelled in frustration, "It's all your fault."

"No, I just did what I have to do. You have to agree that having me absorbing him was better than having 14th absorbing you. You didn't want to kill anyone you love either." The mist argued, "You know you sound more like me now, yelling like a brat."

"Oh forget it." The teen replied, "The other side of the war, the other side..."

He quickly flipped to the last entry again and quickly skimmed the last page. His eyebrows screwed together from the effort of his concentration.

"What did you find?" The mist asked.

"I get the last part since the writer basically gave us the answer. The Noah Clan won this war that could be the last 'three day of darkness'. In the end they decided to give up their power of light." The teen pointed to the entry, "The old man, maybe Noah himself gave a orb of dark matter to this son in law person and told him he would need to use it. If the wish came true then the people of the Noah Clan became human. So sometimes between after they became human till maybe a few years ago, the orb was used, since the Noah Clan that we know all use dark matter."

"Wow. Your brain must be fried by now." The mist chuckled.

"Hey! I'm trying to be serious here." The teen protested, "If the Noah Clan helped with our side before, why did they end up working for Earl?"

"Who knows? But look at here." The mist formed a hand and pointed at the context.

She is the Wisher; one with the necessary ingredients could make a wish come true. There were no exceptions or boundaries to her wish.

"No exceptions or boundaries?" The teen questioned, "That's amazing!"

"And dangerous!" The mist warned, "The power to wish can be deadly."

"What did Inspector say again? Something about 'we are here to win the war'." The teen turned to look at the mist. "The Noah Clan won the last war...A wisher and a wish with no limit.... Another side of the war...we must win..."

"Maybe that's why the Black Order wants to win so much." The mist said in a matter of fact tone.

The teen stood up filled with rage greater than the one he felt when the CROW tried to kill him. "A wish?! They are using us as tools for one single wish?! What happened to kill the akuma and find the heart."

"I don't read minds so how am I suppose to know. But remember, it's a wish with no limit. I bet 99.9% of my body that the Heart is one of the materials."

"Won't that make Earl the good guy?" The teen asked. "Didn't he want the Heart to be destroyed?"

"Like what I said before, we don't know what he wants!" The mist growled. "Beside, akuma need a soul of the dead to survive, couldn't Earl bring back the Wisher?"

"Then almost all the materials will be found." The teen suddenly coughed, his hands flew to his mouth as blood spewed out. His eyes darkened as he saw all the blood on the ground. 'I don't have much time left, but I can't die yet, there are still things that I need to do.'

The mist could watched in silence as the teen continued to spew out blood. It sighed in relief when the cough stopped.

"There must be something else here." The teen replaced the diary back onto the shelf.

"There is something that we know for sure." The mist stated.

"Stop playing your games here." The teen sighed, "You are pushing my patience to the limit."

The mist slide towards the teen, "We are not the only ones who have read this entry."

"What do you mean?" The teen turned around, his eyes alert.

"This diary is supposed to be buried with the apprentice as stated here by the Bookman himself." The mist pointed to the bottom of the entry, "So why is it back on the shelf?"

...

"Looks like someone went grave digging." The teen joked.

Done!

Okay, I thought that went pretty well, but kind of slow.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

You can all criticize me as much as you want, but just please don't flame me.

tx! : )