Even though Allen had never saw the owner of the face he could not forget the voice, the man whose voice haunted his dreams. Allen's whole body screamed out for him to run, his left arm twitched violently, and against his bodies wishes, Allen slowly turned around. A face that was grinning too much to be real, and a body as round as a barrel, greeted him.

The Millennium Earl stood behind him in all of his glory. A pink umbrella was held firmly in his grasp, and a top hat covered in little skulls adorned his head. Behind him two guards stood their hands rested on their pikes. Allen didn't even want to be on the receiving end of those wicked looking blades. Glancing back to the Earl, he noticed the man was staring intently at his face, more accurately his scar that decorated the left side.

"Tell me boy, why do you have the scar of someone branded with magic in their bloodline?~" The Earl hummed, leaning a little closer the the boy trying to get a clear look at the scar that marred his face.

Allen backed away slightly, in all honesty he had no idea how he earned his scar, he always thought he was born with it. "I-I don't know, sir…" he cursed himself slightly at the stutter.

The Earl cocked his head as if puzzled by the boys answer, "You sure you do not know child?"

Allen nodded. He didn't want to be in the presence of the earl any longer. All the awe that Allen held for the man vanished. Unknown hatred flooded his heart. This man before him was a monster. A murderous urge vibrated through him, and his left arm gave another violent twitch.

His body started forward against his will. A flash of red and black quickly jumped in front of him as a hand landed on his shoulder, saving him from getting himself killed.

"There you are moyashi-chan!" A cheerful voice rang out clearing his foggy mind. Looking up silver eyes met one single shimmering emerald green eye.

"Hu-" Allen started but was cut off by the red head.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Millinume, he's a new apprentice we picked up off the side of the road." Allen tilted his head, what the bloody hell was this lunatic talking about? This guy was a complete and utter stranger.

The Earl backed up slightly and straightened his tan frock. "Ah, Bookman Jr. what a pleasant surprise." He paused and looked into the crowd as if looking for someone, before turning his attention back to the one eyed red head. " I assume your grandfather is close by recording all that is happening."

Bookman Jr. chuckled and squeezed Allen's shoulder lightly, as if trying to reassure the boy, which just lead to an even more confused Allen. "He's always recording, like anyone of the Bookman clan should."Waving at the man, Bookman Jr. grinned. "See you around Lord Milline!" The boy chirped, and grabbed allen's left arm and dragged him back through the still gawking crowd.

After several twists and turns later, that left Allen wondering where in the world he was, Bookman Jr. had finally come to a complete stop. Glancing around Allen noticed he was in the wealthy noble district of the city. Taking the time he had, Allen actually studied the creep who pretended to know him. The man, or boy as he looked to only be a few years older than Allen, had a lone emerald green eye, his right was covered with a black eyepatch. He was handsome with fine a chiseled face, and his red hair was held up with a green and black bandanna.

Pulling away from the red head, Allen spun around to face him. "Who the hell are you? What's the big deal?"

Bookman smiled at him and ruffled his white locks, "Easy, kiddo, I just saved you from being killed on sight." At Allen's confused look the boy sighed, "Your scar… points you out as a child of a line of magic users, though before you go asking questions, even I don't know which one it is. My gramps may know though…"

Allen growled at this. "That doesn't answer any of my questions!" He hissed. Allen was lost, confused and with a complete and utter numbskull of a person. His day had started off so perfect, now it was just mush. He had run into a strange, creepy, tall, dark, stranger, then the earl and now this nutjob. To say the least Allen was annoyed. Something he hardly experienced. All he wanted was answers.

Bookman Jr. sighed, "Okay for starters, my name is Lavi… I'm part of the Bookman clan. I'm sure you've heard of us right, Moyashi?" Allen's brow twitched in irritation at the nickname but nonetheless he nodded. He had heard about how the Bookman Clan was the only group of magic users left, only because the Earl wanted history recorded the right way. He also had a feeling the Earl didn't feel like losing the knowledge the Bookman possessed. "Well… You kind of drew attention to yourself with that whole crate deal…"

"That doesn't explain why you said the Earl wants to kill me…"

Lavi sighed again, his one bright green eye dulling slightly. "My Gramps picked up on it… Your scar… it's kind of a one of a kind, that's all I know really… Whatever it is, it means the Earl has picked up on you. You might as well kiss goodbye to your normal life. You've been noticed, Sweetcakes."

Allen's brow twitched again with annoyance, "Will you stop calling me those embarrassing nicknames! My name Is ALLEN, you dumb rabbit!" He yelled shoving the one eyed rabbit away from him. Lavi stumbled back at the unexpected strength. Taking the chance, as an opportunity, Allen ran. Buildings and people alike blurred around him. All he needed was to get away. His gut instinct was screaming at him to flee. To escape the harsh reality that his hero, the earl, was the man who killed his first family. A family he could not remember. A life that was forever lost in darkness.

A/N: Thank you for the Reviews/Fave/Follows... I plan to make this story really good I have a goal in mind that I hope to reach before November... (I'm in Nano)
To answer some questions yes the Earl is counted in the Noahs and Jasdevi count as two... And yes due to some circumstances the Earl, against his will, is on the outs of his family... (But you'll find out more as the story progresses) Really hoped everyone enjoyed...