Alright. At the end of this chapter is the scene that all of you have been waiting months for. :D Just know that it will be kind of brief. XD OH! And fair warning, once this chapter is up, I won't update it until probably after summer (I have reasons – reasons being, next week is my study for finals week, then finals, then trying to find a part time job, then con, then one and a half months in Indiana with my sister, then back to high school as a sophomore). OTL I am so sorry…

I do not own DGM, Katsura Hoshino does.

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Allen had eaten very little the next morning which worried his house mates (those house mates being Lenalee Lee, Timcanpy Marian, Johnny Gill, Lavi Bookman Junior [Bookman had told him to stay with Allen that night when he tried to go home],and Reever Wenham), including a slightly forgiving Komui Lee, his mind still rattled to the core as he tried to find the answers to the many questions that mulled around within his mind. Who was the demon, truly, who claimed to be the young man's uncle? Was 'Neah' really who he said he was? And if 'Neah' really was his uncle, then how was Allen related to him? Oh, how those questions hurt the young writer's poor, poor head. It was no wonder he was enduring the headache of a lifetime.

Allen had gone straight back to his room after eating breakfast and sat on his bed, holding his head with multiple locks of snow white hair clutched in his hands. He closed his eyes, thinking to himself. Maybe he needed to stop thinking about it for now. After all, patience is a virtue. He sat up, setting his hands on his knees and his back as straight as a pin. 'I just need to stop asking so many questions over and over,' he thought solemnly to himself. Then his eyes brightened with a new resolve and he clutched his left fist in a showing of determination. 'That's it! I'll just ask the questions now and wait for the world to give me the answers I need!' He nodded to himself happily and stood, stretching. He jumped nearly fifty feet in the air when he heard the voice of Neah speak to him.

'Well, aren't you easy to please?' he seemed to tease playfully. 'I'll just tell you this now, Allen. Don't believe that all of your questions will be answered just because you wait on them. You actually have to work for them. Meet the answers halfway.' He was smiling from what Allen could see behind his left eye. 'You already took the first step. You asked the questions – yes, I heard each and every single one of them before you ask – so now all you have to do is work for them.'

'Huh, words of advice from a youkai,' Allen teased back, smiling slightly. He didn't know why, but he felt good since the older said that to him. 'Never thought that youkai would have such morals. I guess you're special, right?'

'Well, I was killed for being special,' shrugged Neah. 'But, yes, I am. I come from a clan of the highest ranking demons. Has that old man told you anything about the Clan of Noah?'

'Clan of Who-Now?' Allen frowned.

'The Clan of No-.'

"Allen?" came a voice from behind the bedroom door, interrupting the conversation. "Allen, I need to talk to you about… well, about yesterday…"

'Tch,' sighed Neah, shaking his head. 'We'll have to continue this conversation later. I'll be talking to you, Allen.' He smirked at the younger. He vanished into the recesses of the whitette's mind.

The younger frowned, his curiosity now piqued. He sighed, shaking his head and sat on his bed again. "Come in," he said, closing his gray eyes. His head was still hurting and he was afraid of being yelled or lectured. When the door opened and closed, neither coming at him, he sat up, looking at the man who entered his room.

Komui was nervous, sitting down beside Allen but still far away enough to be considered fearful. "A-Allen… what… what happened-?"

"I don't know," interrupted Allen. "I wasn't even awake during the whole thing until afterwards."

"O-oh…" Komui looked away, much more uncomfortable now. The air seemed to grow into a pregnant silence, practically screaming in both of their ears 'Unsociable Atmosphere' over and over, repeating itself until the older swallowed. "Um… look, I… I want to apologize for being rude…" He wasn't sure where he was going with that. "I just… I freaked out when… when I saw you… hurting Lenalee… and I wanted to save her from being hurt. I didn't mean to…"

Allen held up a gloved hand to stop the Chinese man, smiling sadly at him. "Komui, it's alright. I deserved it, I really did. I deserve to be hurt, especially after I almost did what I did to Lenalee. It isn't the first time something like this has happened to me. It's just… happening a lot more recently is all, I guess."

"It's happened before?" Komui asked, eyes wide.

The British man nodded, showing him three fingers. "Three times now. The first time was fourteen years ago, when my hair was brown, I didn't have this mark on my face, and my arm wasn't black," he sighed. "I don't know what came over me. I wanted to protect Mana… but… in the end, I only killed everyone, including him…" His eyes became dull, sad as the memory replayed itself in his head. After a moment, he shook himself out of it, smiling weakly. "The second time was a few years ago when Master dropped over one hundred debts on me. When I came to the next morning after that day, both of us were in the hospital, bandaged and scolded by the nurses. And the third was last night…"

"I… see…" murmured Komui, his tone thoughtful as he imagined what the younger must have felt all three times that the possession had occurred. He then looked at the whitette and his eyes seemed to smile. "Well, Allen, I think that since you didn't know about what was going on, I suppose I can forgive you… a little." He smiled and stood. "You barely ate, by the way. Something wrong?"

Allen considered telling the man the truth but he just couldn't do it. He stood beside the violette and placed on a poker face, smiling in return. "No, nothing is wrong at all. I just have a slight headache from the rain last night is all."

"Yo," greeted Lavi from the doorway, having opened it silently. "The old man wants us to hurry up. I'll get the box while you two pack, okay?" He smiled. "Oh, and Allen, it was four times. You tried to kill me in the bath when we were thirteen." He ran, laughing as he heard Allen call down the hall at him.

"I did that on purpose, you idiot rabbit!" Allen smiled.

Komui chuckled and left the room with a brief goodbye to the whitette, leaving him to pack and going to pack himself. The writer smiled softly and turned, beginning to do as he needed to do. As he packed some clothing and whatnot, from beneath the floorboards of his bedroom, a youkai was watching with curious eyes. All five of them. They all blinked slightly, taking in the appearance of the young man as he hummed a rather familiar song to himself as he packed, its amber eyes not once wavering. "So you are the one who hosts my uncle…" a voice murmured, belonging to the youkai. It smiled slightly, laying its cheek in the dough of its right hand. "My, my… so you are the final soldier of war to finally join the war?" Its five eyes closed as the youkai's smile turned into a maniacal grin. "May the Millennium Earl be with you always." It chuckled. "Of course, when you get to Japan. For now, you are stuck with me, and believe me, I plan to learn everything about you." Its dark, gray-brown skin changed to a humanly white, slightly tanned, and its three extra eyes drew back into its flesh, leaving only the two, its white hair turning brown. Its eyes opened. "You can call me 'Demon Eye' Wisely Camelot. I'm your half-cousin from the Clan of Noah. Enjoy the free mind probes to come."

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The boat that everyone had been sailing in from the ship docked itself at last, landing everyone onto the shores of Edo, Japan. Everyone got out, looking around in awe at the scenery. Japan was truly a beautiful place… Cherry blossom trees all around them, a village nearby assorted with small shacks and houses, littered with Japanese people in their kimonos and whatnot walking about or working. There were a few training with swords and other weaponry.

The man who had rowed the boat to the shore stepped out of the boat, bowing respectfully in front of everyone, gaining their attention. "Since I am from Japan," he said, "I will try my hardest to help you understand anything you may be confused about. After all," he stood, revealing his slightly tanned face, smirking eyes, and brown hair that framed his toned features, "I am to be your house steward of sorts." He smiled. He began to lead them to their new home in the village. "Everyone will be shocked to see foreigners, especially in your current attire." He chuckled as they neared the village. "We'll try to avoid being seen-. Well, that was fast."

"Huh?" Reever, who had gone along because he knew how Komui was and knew that he would slack from work if the dirty blond wasn't there to encourage him, questioned. "What was fast?"

The brunette pointed at the samurai was making her way over to them. "Yuu Kanda. Best fighter in the whole of the village," he explained. He was met with the tip of a black bladed sword in between his eyes. He had not flinched. He had no reason to do so.

"Why are you back here, Wisely?" growled the woman. Or rather, according the voice and a close up of her face, man.

"I'm the caretaker of the new family's home," the man in questioned replied simply. "Now, we must be on our way."

"Names," growled the samurai. "Now."

"Allen Walker," Wisely pointed at the white haired male. The blade was instantly in his face now, sending the younger into a slight panic that he tried to cover up. "Lavi Bookman Junior," he pointed to the red haired male, "Bookman," he pointed to the old man, "Timcanpy Marian," he pointed to the blond who looked like he was going to bite the noirette samurai. He continued with Lenalee, Komui, and Reever. "Now, sheath your blade. They are not demons."

"Tch," growled the older, doing as he was told reluctantly.

Allen attempted to be friendly. He held out his hand in greeting. "Kanda…" He was met with a colbalt eyed glare. "Ah! Did I get your name right?" He smiled weakly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Kanda looked at the whitette's hand for a moment then scoffed. He turned and left. "I don't shake hands with those who are cursed."

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This chapter was sucky (at least to me). XD I'll edit it later if I feel like I have the time. I might (probably not though).

Read and review please~

~Usagi