After an hour or so the train stopped at an old looking

station. The stone was cracked with rags of leather laying on the

ground. The two exorcist exited the train to only see half the town

in ruin. Toma, the finder, carefully walked ahead of the exorcist.

"That church over there, it looks like nothing has touched it from

here. Are you going to check it out?" The bandaged face finder

asked the exorcist.

"Che, we will look for any akuma around the area that

may not be in that church." The samurai was grumpy and rude

once again, and within the matter of seconds he was walking

through the gate that entered the town while holding onto mugen

with tense hands. The british exorcist followed the japanese male,

with a twitching left hand.

It looked like dark red veins within someone's wrist, but

thicker and longer. The cross in the center almost hidden from the

shadows between each up lifted dark line. It was too quiet for the

samurai's liking, he grunted at the fact. Meanwhile the white

haired male stared at the dark muddy ground that had remains of

dust due to the akumas' kills.

Suddenly the younger male's left eye switched colors,

leaving a pattern of black and red. All he could see was a world of

black and white with a cry of an used soul ripping at him. The

japanese male took notice of his partner's eye and pulled out

mugen in the blink of an eye. "There are akuma, this way!" The

british male rushed over to were te cries took him.

The confused samurai followed the younger male, and

was surprised to see a group of akuma ready to attack a poor

helpless soul. He quickly activated mugen, and lunged forward

then took off with a leap into the air. The sharp blade, breaking

into the skin of a level one akuma causing it to explode into

millions of pieces.

The soul snapped from an invisible chain, and slowly

faded to the heavens above, of course only the british male saw

this soul be freed. He activated the vein covered arm, the cross

shinned a emerald green as it transformed into a long silverish

bone looking arm with sharp claw fingers that seemed like

swords. The white haired male lunged into the air dragging his

arm as they peeled away at the akuma's body.

Soon, the horrible smell of an akuma's dead corpse

filled the air around them. The samurai sharpened his attention to

his pattern while putting mugen back, but still gripped it with a

tense hand. The younger male's cursed eye switched back into

their normal silver. "Che, Moyashi, you could have said your left

eye could sence akuma." He spoke to his partner with an icy cold

voice.

"You would know if you gave me more of a chance when

we first met." The younger male replied to the japanese male

whom acted unpleased with the smaller male. They both looked

up to see the young human, a female with golden hair that looked

around the age of nine. Fear was written all over the girl's face as

she trembled before the exorcist.

"Who are you, strangers?" Her voice was soft even

through fear filled her head. The two exorcist remained still and

silent for a moment before younger Allen stepped forward

slightly. He gave a warm smile to the girl, trying to gain her trust.

"I'm Allen, the older male behind me is Kanda. We are

exorcist." He spoke with kindness in his voice. The little girl

decided to trust the white haired exorcist and slowly moved on

her feet. Suddenly the girl was on Allen's shoulder, crying. The

japanese male was most annoyed with the fact of a whimpy little

girl with them.

"Lets take her to Toma, she will be safe with the finder.

Not with us." The samurai suggested coldly. It took the younger

male a second before thinking about what the japanese male

said. A soft sigh left the exorcists mouth.

"Fine, I guess that works." The british male responded

then started walking, making his way to their finder. The bandage

faced finder turned from the church doors to the exorcist.

"Oh, Master Walker, who is this little girl?" The finder

asked clueless where this girl came from.

"She was almost killed by akuma and since there is no

sign of anyone else in the town at the moment, I like to ask if you

can look over her?" The white haired exorcist asked the bandaged

finder who gladly excepted to look over the golden haired girl. The

exorcist smiled then returned to his grumpy partner. "Alright,

Toma is looking after her." The younger exorcist stated to the

samurai.

"Che, good, that gets one brat out of the way." The

japanese male walked past the british male, the wind blew both

of the exorcists' hair. They spent an hour or so looking for any

akuma or clues in the now ghost town. All that was found were

bullet marks on the sides of buildings, and tons of humans' that

have turned to dust due to an akuma's attack.

"Shall we check the church?" The younger male

suggested, the samurai had no other ideas and excepted the idea.

He refused to open his mouth to such a simple ass suggestion,

and began heading torward the large stoned church that had

many colorful windows that showed pictures. The finder stepped

back, making sure not to get in way of the exorcists.

The samurai waisted no time, and swung open the huge

church doors. This hall was empty with only dust and webs from

spiders that now lay dead on the stone rugged floor. The church

appeared to be untouched for years, there was a small sound

form a grey field mouse that made the japanese male tense.

All of a sudden, the younger male's left eye was once

again a pattern of black and red. This alerted the japanese male,

and pulled out mugen within a heart beat. The british male's left

arm was already activated as he turned in search for the trapped

soul. Soon a small mist filled the hall in which both exorcist stood

in, and a human sized akuma with long claws and ear appear

twenty feet away from the two exorcist. It snickered at all whom

dared to enter the church.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Two exorcist,

how interesting." The akuma wore a mask to hide its abnormal

face, and a dress to hide its well being. The japanese male

frowned at the strange akuma then without a thought, he lunged

forward. This akuma was smarter than it looked, and vanished

from were it stood away from the exorcist. The younger exorcist

found were the akuma moved to extremely quickly, and tried to

slash his large claw hand through its body. To their shock the

akuma caught his hand, and threw him down the hall at the

samurai exorcist, then laughed. "Exorcist aren't very smart." The

akuma kept laughing at the two exorcist who dared to challenge

it.

While the akuma was laughing, the samurai threw

mugen at the face of the akuma. It broke through the mask the

level two akuma wore, this making the akuma angry. The

innocence in mugen made the mask break in half, now showing

the akuma's true face. It had souless black eyes, with a

felineface that smiled widely with huge fangs that were as sharp

as glass. The akuma frowned when looking down at its now

destoried mask. "Aw, you destoried my favorite mask." The

akuma pouted, and its evil smile vanished.

"Che, what akuma wears a mask anyway?" The samurai

growled knowing that mugen was no longer in his reach. Suddenly

the akuma was laughing again, his claws grew longer and became

sharper.

"Come on, just try to kill me exorcist!" The akuma yelled

, the japanese male was getting more pissed with the bastard

akuma and was ready to bolt into attack mode. The younger

exorcist, moved away from were he was near Kanda and slowly

came closer to the akuma.

"I'll take you on, in a one on one fight." The british male

stated to the akuma. Blood slowly dripped from the akuma's

mouth as its smiled widened.

"Really, you'd take me in a fight just you and me?" The

akuma asked carefully while staring at mugen that layed on the

floor along with its broken mask. The sword shinned from the

moonlight that not peaked through the window, it was finally

night and the akuma felt more at home. It carefully picked up the

sword. "If I win may I take your left arm and this sword as my

prize?" The ears on the akuma twitched while it glared at young

Allen.

"Not the sword." The white haired male protested

against the akuma taking his partners sword, this made the

akuma frown and drop the sword.

"Very well then, let us fight in a grave-yard. More

entertaining is it not?" The smile on its face kept bleeding, warm

acid like blood slowly falling from its face. A sigh left the

exorcist's mouth, but excepted what the akuma wanted. It clapped

its hand like a child would for a street performer. "Great, lets go

then." The akuma fell back into a mist, and vanished to the

grave-yard that was pin-pointed right outside the town.

The younger male took a step forward before a voice

stopped him. "Che, you really going to fight the akuma alone,

Moyashi?" The samurai asked his partner with more concern in his

voice that he meant too.

"Yes, you will be ok?" The british male asked carefully.

"Of course, I'm not hurt Baka-Moyashi. I was waiting for

the akuma to move away from mugen." The japanese male stood

up and regained mugen. The younger male nodded, then waved

his hand telling his partner to search the church some more, and

thats exactly what the samurai did.

The moon was bright, and the grave-yard was covered in

a weak mist with the feline akuma in the middle. Its smile

bleeding and souless eyes staring at young Allen. The british male

stood with his left arm activated and his left eye still a pattern of

black and red. Meanwhile the samurai curiously traveled the

twisting halls of the stone church.

Moonlight hit the skin of both the exorcist and the

akuma as the exorcist lunged forward at the akuma with his claw

arm stretched out. Its body faded into a mist, and re-appeared

behind the exorcist digging its claws into his raw pale skin.

Ignoring the pain, the exorcist twisted and broke the akuma's

skin. Blood spilled out of its body until bandages appeared on its

body, the akuma laughed as it lunged at the young exorcist.

While they fought the samurai still searched the church.

Long, never-ending hall ways filled with paitings and dead

spiders laying on the rugged stone floor. He peered over each

corner incase an akuma were to appear, he clentch onto mugen

tighly with only moonlight guiding his path. It was too quiet for

the samurai who searched each hall over and over again, to only

find nothing.

The two in the grave-yard were stilling fighting. The

exorcist's claws dug into the neck of the akuma as its blood

poured out into his large hand. It wasn't ready to fail, and leaned

forward and bit deep into the exorcist's hand causing its blood to

make its way into the young boy. The pain was shocked the

exorcist alot as he threw the akuma down over a stone head. The

feline akuma cried out in pain as the blood rushed out faster,

making the air extremely bad to breath for the exorcist.

Meanwhile, the samurai finally found a room in the

church. It was hard to see anything with very little moonlight

entering the room. There was a huge rare wooden desk at the

center of the room with books and papers scattered all over the

floor, much like Komui's office. The japanese male looked around

the odd room until he tripped over a metal chest. He ched, then

looked at the silver metal chest that appeared to be locked. This

made the samurai mad, but he decided to pick the lock.

As the samurai discovered more about this church the

younger exorcist and the akuma layed outside hurt in the grave-

yard. The exorcist's skin was now grey from the blood that wasn't

his own, he healed himself from the blood as the grey faded into

the petacle above his left eye. Once he was on his feet the white

haired male made his way over to the akuma, his claw fingers dug

into the akuma's chest as he slammed off the stone head one last

time. The feline had enough, and finally it exploded. The soul

broke free, and it vanished into the heavens as the mist around

the grave-yard disappeared.

Back within the church, the samurai found a strange

crystal key and a scroll that was addressed to the Black Order

many years ago. There was no sign of innocence in the church or

even outside in the town. After going down hall after hall the

japanese male finally found his way out.

The younger male took in a long breath before falling to

the ground in pain. Warm blood dripped down his back onto the

cold grassy ground, as the air around the young male got worse

from the akuma's corpse. The samurai made his way from the

church to find his partner, he was worried for his choosen lover

and would be rather upset if he had already died. Once he

reached the grave-yard and saw his partner, he gently picked him

up and carried him to where Toma waited at the station with the

young girl. "Master Kanda, what happened to-"

The samurai cut the finder odd before he could finish

his question. "Don't even ask, the only important thing is that he

is alive." The finder became quiet with the girl who was

frightened at the sight of Allen. Kanda sat on the stone ground

waiting with the finder for the train back to the order.

After about an hour the train stopped infront of the

station and they boarded the train back to the room they sat in

when they came here. The samurai sat on leathered seat while

holding the white haired male close to him, he looked out the

window as the stars above looked like blurs as they passed by.

The finder and the girl sat outside in the hall quietly, and the gril

fell asleep.

The japanese male was watching out the window until

he looked over at the little Moyashi. "You better not die already

Moyashi, or else I will get you in the after-life."


Author's Note: Hello, this took more a little over two or three hours. I hope this is good enough for a chapter, I'm sorry if its not. I tried my best and well...I wanted to get another chapter done before I go back to school since I have major PSSA testing soon. Well, please review and thanks to all who favorite/follow/review, it means a lot to me.