What if the Earl found out Allen was a Noah when he turned Mana into an Akuma? That is what this fic basically looks at. an AU where things didn't go exactly to plan, but also, looks into the mysteries of the series and it's main plot.

So this is actually my first ever -man fic and i'm nervous as always, and i really do hope you guys like it as much as i did writing it. so without further ado!

Chapter 1

Change of fates

A harsh, and gut wrenching sound penetrated the silence calling everyone to attention. The place itself was an old graveyard. Its tombstones crooked as ever, and mist curled around said tombstones and covered the ground from view with its think density. A crow flew from one tombstone to another, then it tilted its head and looked down at the lonely child curled in on himself on the ground, weeping softly, with his strange red and deformed arm lying beside him limply almost as if he couldn't use it anymore. The crow gave out a loud shriek then flew away, passing by the demonic looking man with a top hat and bright yellow glasses, and flying to the darkness.

The Millennium Earl stood in front of the boy looking down at him with both anger, and curiosity. Anger, because a mere boy was able to deafest one of his Akuma, albeit a newly turned Akuma, but still. No child, exorcist or not should be able to defeat and Akuma so easily, which brought him to his next emotion. Curiosity.

When he had seen the boy's hand incapacitated the Akuma he had almost vanished right there and then, seeing as there was no point in staying behind and watch the boy kill the Akuma, but then he had felt something odd. Something extremely odd, and something that caused his hair to rise up. Something he knew, but couldn't quite place, and that unknown thing forced him to stay. That and the fact that he didn't feel the need to kill the boy even though he was a possible future exorcist, which was strange. Every Noah, including himself felt the need to destroy innocence, and kill exorcists. It was in their blood after all. So why hadn't he felt that? In fact just thinking about killing the boy made him angry, and unwilling to cause him any harm. The only time he had ever felt like that was when...

The Earl giggled wickedly, and bent his back slightly so that he was almost face to face with the crying boy who seemed in shook.

"Say exorcist, mind telling me who you are?" He asked with a giggle at the end. Not at all caring that the boy was in shook, or that he had forced him to kill his own father.

The now recently turned white haired boy didn't look up at the Earl right away, he kept staring emptily at the ground. It was only after what felt like minutes that he did look up, and looked at the Earl with shook and sadness. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and his nose had a slight hint of snot on it, but the boy didn't care to clean it. He simply looked straight at the Earl with the familiar cold eyes he had seen on humans who had lost everything after he turned their loved ones into Akumas. And though he had seen and done the same thing to countless other humans, and though he didn't feel any pity or sadness for them, for some reason he could feel something stir inside of him, something small and something he couldn't fathom why he was feeling towards a human, which made him wonder even more as to who this boy was.

"Well then?" He giggled ones more, but the boy didn't so much as blink and kept looking at him with the same cold expression.

The Earl shifted on his spot impatiently. It wouldn't do to stay here all day and risk any other pesky exorcists coming about this area and cause problems.

The Earl placed Lero on his shoulder and knelt down in front of the boy, and looked at him straight in the eyes, and though most humans were usually frightened or shocked by his appearance, the boy simply looked straight at into his eyes with little emotions.

"Who are you?" He asked with a serious tone this time, and for a moment it seemed that a spark of recognition passed through his eyes.

"A-All… Allen." He answered with a soft, and barely audible voice.

The Earl shifted on his spot and gave the boy and inquisitive look. "Allen?" He asked more to himself than at the boy. Now where had he heard that name before, that name that was just at the tip of his tongue?

The boy didn't say anything, and he simply kept staring into space, while tears kept flowing down his cheeks. Meanwhile the Earl looked at the boy confused, and deep in thought, thankful that his expression was hiding by his ever helpful mask. He knew that he had heard that name somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it, and the odd feeling he got for the boy -a human no less- were strange. As a Noah he hated humans, and exorcists even more, so there was only one explanation for all of this… the boy had to be something else, and there was only one way to find out.

The Earl brought his gloved hand up slowly as if afraid to startle the child, and softly placed it on his shoulder. The boy named Allen flinched slightly, but he didn't say or do anything until the Earl began to rummage around his mind. As if on cue, Allen's brows furrowed and he gave out a sharp cry of pain, as the Earl looked through his mind without mercy.

He didn't any any attention at Allen's struggle, and instead looked through thought after childish thoughts and memories of a man Mana that seemed oddly familiar for some reason, and for a moment he thought of giving up until he came across a memory that was locked away from him. Curious, the Earl approached the memory and tempted to access it but no matter how much he tried it wouldn't budge, and so the Earl moved away from the memory and looked deeper and deeper. He rummaged through the boy's thoughts, until he came to the core of who he was… his human essence and the disgusting innocence that was attached to him. The Earl looked around trying to find answers, until he finally saw it. It was barely noticeable, and could have been easily missed, but thankfully didn't he didn't.

Deep, and buried in the boy's essence was the ever present Noah gene that every human possessed, but unlike any other human this boy had a large amount of them, and even stranger they seemed to be active rather than dormant.

The Earl tightened his hold on the boy who kept struggling.

When a human became a Noah the Noah genes inside of them would activate and consume every trace of humanity inside their host body until only the Noah genes remained, turning the human into one of his beloved family members. But for some strange reason the Noah genes -though active- didn't seem to be attacking the boy or the innocence, but rather stayed away from them as if biding its time. Who was this kid?

In shook, the Earl let go of Allen and quickly sprang to his feet. He looked down at the boy with confusion, and shook. In all of his time as the Earl, he had never heard of a human having active Noah genes but not turning into a Noah, in fact it was by all rights impossible. Humans and Noah's are vastly different species even though humans originate from Noah's, it still made it impossible for human genes and Noah genes to coexist in a body. It would be like mixing oil and water, and he didn't even want to think about the fact that the boy is also, an accommodator.

The Earl grip on Lero tightened. Noah or not this boy was dangerous, if left unchecked he could be used by the exorcists and used against them. So with just that reason he knew he should just dispose of the boy, but then he felt the same odd feeling as well as the reluctance to kill another fellow family member. Of course he didn't know if the boy was really a Noah, or human or whatever it is he was, but just knowing that there was a possibility that he was indeed a host, he couldn't hurt him. His instincts as a Noah prohibited it.

The Earl looked around the dark graveyard as if making sure no one was looking. When he was satisfied no one was around, the Earl looked at the boy who wasn't even looking at him, and offered him his hand.

"This place is no fun!" He sang. "Come with me Allen." He chirped and the boy simply kept staring at his hand not moving or making any motion to want to move or even acknowledge what the Earl said. He was too deep in his own thoughts to care, and so the Earl looked around again, and swiftly knelt by the boy and carried him on his arm with ease. The boy didn't so much as look at him, and so the Earl carried him away.

Meanwhile, behind a tree and under shadows, Cross Marian was looking at the event unfold with concern. "Damn." Was all he said as the Earl left with Allen.

Author's notes: so what did you guys think? let me know what you think and review!