Chapter 2: The Time When Everything Went

Timcanpy: Hiya~! Am back and a little better than last time that I'm up to do the chapter 2~!

Dana 7/6/13 . chapter 1

A gorgeous update, huzzah! You are one of my favorite authors; you know why? You don't abandon your readers! TuT Thank you for continuing your wonderful story!

(=TToTT=) really!? Am I one of your fav. Authors~!? Oh WOW! I thank yah with all my heart~!

jinxcat99 7/7/13 . chapter 1

Wow. Great story so far. So many questions! *cries* Anyways, hope you feel better soon. :)

(^U^/) arigató gozaimasu-desu~! Am better now though still my head stings just a little but it's okay~!

Timcanpy loves you~! You make me happy with those reviews~! Now…on to the story~! HAVE FUN!


"Neh~! Millennie! Millennie!"

Road jumped onto the Earl's back wrapping her arms around his neck before he got on his seat. Because of Road's surprised attack the Earl dropped forward hitting the floor face first. And they end up on this kind of position.

"Ow…R-Road…my dear~" Road giggles and jumped off to help the Earl on his feet to stand. She grabbed both of his hands and pulls him towards her like a child pulling his parent to show something a child wants to buy. "Road~ what's up~?" Road then stopped pulling him and pouted.

"Why can't we find him, Millennie?" she asked pouting her lips. "Tyki and Lulubel are out to look for him but…his a Noah right? Why can't I feel his presence!? Did you killed him during that last blow?" she cried.

" Calm down, Road~ *hearts*" he said as he sat on his comfortable seat and looked outside the window to watch the scenery of the new ark. "I don't know what happened but I'm sure I didn't hit him~…but rather, I felt other's presence that time~*hearts*"

"Who is it?"

"That's a good question~" I doubt it's him. He's long dead. He thought.


The room was painted in white. The curtains were white as well as transparent. There's a small side table on the right side and a white double size bed settled in a horizontal manner just. There lies the reddish-brown haired British. He looked peacefully in his slumber when a black haired man in his early twenties opened the door so slowly so he won't wake up the young boy. By his appearance, you can tell what exactly he was. He's a butler. He carried a bowl with water and a towel hanged on his left arm.

He came closer to the bed then settled the bowl on the side table and dipped the towel into it. He squeezed the towel and begun to rub the face of the boy down to his arm, chest, and his bare feet. Then he tossed back the towel into the bowl and sat at the edge of the bed.

The day was pleasantly warm.

He looked at the sleeping face in front of him. He observed for what it seemed minutes before he sighed heavily. The sleeping boy didn't show any signs that he is waking up soon but he showed a very calm and peaceful face.

"I should have seen this coming. He's not waking up soon." The man sighed once again. "It has been 3 weeks since he collapsed." And another sigh once again before he decided to leave the boy in his slumber.

The boy was in coma.

Flashback.

"Are you sure they can't follow us here?" the Bristish boy asked. In front of him was a drunkard man with same hair color as his but long that it reached his waist so he tied it in a ponytail. The boy's hair also was long but it only reached his shoulders and tied it up leaving the strands on sides.

"Don't worry. Those bastards can't follow us behind the barrier I made."

Barrier. He made a barrier? How? Oh well, he can do magic. That's it.

"Oi-" the man was cut off when the young British boy collapsed on his knees ripping his hair out using his only right hand. Yes, that's right. He has only one right arm.

"AARRGGHH-!"

"Hey, hang on! Christophe! Come here over here! Quick!"

Then the black haired man came rushing in the guest room. There he saw the young boy kneeling down ripping his hair out. "What happened!?" he asked alarmed.

"You already know what's happening! Damn it! Help me bring him to his room!"

"AAAAAARRRGGGG! STUPID FATHER DON'T TOUCH MY HEAD! IT HURTS!" the man accidentally touched his head when he was lifted by the two.

"Stupid Brat! I didn't meant it! Now bare with it!"

After hours of nursing the young British he is now quietly sleeping in his bed. Bandages wrapped his bleeding forehead. The blood was visible and skipped through the bandage. "Christophe, bring me some new bandages, his wounds had opened again." He commanded to his butler as he brush the streaks of hair out of the face of the young.

"Right away."

Soon, the butler came back and the reddish-brown haired cleaned the wounded son and wrapped the clean bandage again on his wound.

Days passed but the teen didn't wake up until it has been 3 weeks.

End of flashback.


The jet-black haired man sat on his seat at the terrace reading a book when at the corner of his eye he saw the British man, father of the sleeping teen, came. He then rushed downward to meet the man.

"General." He said as he greeted the man when he opened the door.

The British sighed stroking his now messy hair. "Don't call me that. Am not working for those assholes anymore. Now move aside. I want to see my SON." Okay, that's a little bit of harsh when he said the last word. "I'm sorry, Mr. Campbell."

Campbell…that surname! Campbell! Who are these guys anyway!?


"No improvements. I see." He said in a monotone voice as he looked down to his son. He then shifted his heel and opened the door. "I'm going out. Take care of that brat when I'm not around." Mr. Campbell then, closed the door and walked out.

"Wait! Mr. Campbell! Where are you going!?" Christophe asked as he reopened the door rushing outside to caught with the man. "Tch. It's none of you business!" he said waving his hand as he walked into the gate.

Christophe sighed. "I know he's going to drink again. Ladies around and gumbles…the worst part is…I have to take care of the boy while looking for some odd jobs to pay his debt collectors. Stupid GENERAL CAMPBELL."


Lavi: That Campbell man…he resembles someone particular when it comes to that kind of manner.

Kanda: Reminds me of that stupid womanizer general. *snorts*

Lenalee: You're right guys. Oh Tim! How are you feeling?

Timcanpy: Great! Thanks!

Komui: you're supposed to rest for a week right? Did the matron allowed you out?

Timcanpy: *stunned*

*cut*

Okay…I really enjoyed being a golem in here~! Haha…the power of author is really awesome! You can be anyone or anything you want~! Now, please review~!

Anyways…did the chapter seems a little off of the previous fic, Face Off, and the sequel? Those 3 new characters were not supposed to be here. Did it intrigue you about their real purposed in here? Hehe, sorry if it seems like that but, as you can I see…I love surprises and twists and mysteries. Now, if you're in, I would like to conduct a game where you are going to solve the mysteries behind the story like a detective! And maybe you can help me to make the story a lot more better and exciting~! So, are you in?

Here are the following mystery that are yet to be unravel:

Prior to Face Off story.

1. the locket that Lulubell gave to Nea/Allen.

2. Mana D. Campbell. He's surname is Walker right? So why Campbell?

3. the Earl and Mana's resemblance.

4. the real identity of Allen Walker.

5. why Tim always gone and pops out from nowhere?

Now, would you like to at least guess?

Dandelion Memories is made for these questions. Now, before it unravels…would you like to give your guess? ^_^ I want to see how you readers think of these stuffs~! And after that, I will give my own perceptions that I already planned for these via the upcoming chapters~!

Thanks~! Timcapy loves you more than ever~! *hearts*