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-Man®, including Allen Walker®, Yuu Kanda®, Lavi®, Lenalee®, Komui®, Miranda® and others are registered trademarks of Shonen Jump. Based on characters and comic books created by Katsura Hoshino.

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The character, Envy Culus is copyright © 2010 by Jalon Dee Stock (ChaosDisorder).

Warning: This story is rated T due to mild course language, gore and violence. If you do not like gore, then don't read this story. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SPOILERS.


Not My Time – Chapter 3 – The First Sign

A lone tear rolled down Envy's cheek as he stood in front of one of the men's bathroom's mirrors, looking at his almost naked reflection. He wasn't stupid, this was the last time he was going to see this particular branch of the order, and that meant half of the people he'd gotten to know would die. The history books never stated everything, obviously, but Envy's stupidity didn't run that low.

The creature would attack at the next night, and the akuma would come down and destroy everything, plus nearly everyone, within the next 24 hours.

But that wasn't the only thing bothering him... no, it was the least of his problems. He was only putting on a front for these people after all, since he knew not to get attached to anyone here yet...

"Yet all I manage to do is screw up..." Envy scowled at the mirror, gripping the sink harshly and glaring at his own reflect, before looked down to his left foot and sighed. He'd been at the old order for four months now, and had lived at the new order, the one of his time, for seven months prior. He was one of the newer exorcists, after all.

He knew the effect of the akuma virus, and defintely it's form but... it never has moved so... slow before. Four months... it's been four months since he clearly remembered that bullet pierce his head, and only his left foot held five large black pentacles on it. Was this that akuma's ability? Throwing a poor exorcist into the past and making him suffer the slow movement of the virus, knowing he was going to die but not when? Ugh, it was all infuriating.

The first pentacle has appeared a bit over two weeks ago, when he got back to his room from visiting the ark with Allen. After that, a new pentacle appeared every few days and now there were five. Five big fucking black pentacles sitting on his foot like the owned the damn thing. If it was possible, he would've stabbed them to death just out of pure wanting to stab them.

Back to his first problem, the attachment... as much as he hated to admit it, he did get attached to some of the people here. Even though he knew he had to leave them one day, whether it be returning to his time or just dying of this fucking virus, either way he was going to leave them and yet... he punched the mirror in frustration, the glass smashing on impact and digging into his hand, making the blood flow freely from it and into the sink as he grit his teeth... and yet he still went and got himself attached.

Allen Walker, Lenalee Lee, Lavi, Kanda Yu... Miranda Lotto, Arystar Krory, Noise Marie, Komui Lee... There were so many good people here, and he'd gotten himself attached to one of them in particular, and he wanted to know why.

Allen Walker.

That boy intrigued him to no end, and infuriated him all the same. Unlike Kanda, he didn't go around betting his hair and playing wrestling on the middle of the halls with him in anger, no, he kept the anger to himself. Why was he angry? Well, for one he got attached, even slightly, and for another... he got attached. Basically he was angry at Allen because he was angry at himself, making him more angry at himself then Allen then himself then Allen and the list goes on in that order.

Sighing, Envy's green eyes moved to his wounded hand and he flinched at the amount of blood that came from it. It was not a lot less than when it started, but the shattered glass and blood in the sink was enough to make him slightly nauseous... and the sudden throbbing in his hand didn't help.

Then he felt something very cold and definitely sharp run next to his cheek, making him freeze in his action to take out the glass. His emerald orbs turned to his left in order to see the tip of a long black blade and he let out a light sigh of relief, even though he wasn't very comfortable when the blade ran down from his cheek to his neck, as if threatening to kill him. However, the boy didn't flinch, pale, or any of that, he just moved his eyes to the remaining shards of the mirror and wasn't surprised to see the sharp glare of none other than the immature Kanda Yu staring at him. Why immature? Well, Envy dubbed anyone who wrestled with someone else in the middle of the hall for such stupid reasons as immature.

"Who are you?" He growled, making Envy raise an eyebrow in amusement, before he noticed through his reflection that Kanda wasn't looking at him, but down... it didn't take a genius to realise he was looking at Envy's foot. Hell, even a goldfish could probably figure it out.

"Envy Culus," Envy replied calmly as he felt Kanda's glare in the back of his head again. Sighing, he turned around calmly to face the man, who seemed to have no intent of lowering Mugen from his throat any time soon. So, Envy just stuck with it and kept his gaze emotionless as he met the samurai's own.

"You know what I mean." Kanda said with a growl in his tone and a heavy glare set upon the boy, who let out a sigh. It seemed Kanda wanted more than just sarcastic, yet realistic answers from him, he wanted to know what was up with the boy's foot and such. It was ridiculous, really.

"Yes, I do." Envy confirmed before sticking his foot out slightly towards the fully-clothed exorcist in order to show the stars more clearly, "You want to know what's wrong with my foot." It wasn't a question, but a simple, harsh statement. An equally as harsh nod from the Japanese male just confirmed it.

"I was born in Australia, into a family of nine-"

"I don't want to hear your fucking life story, I want to know what the fuck you are!" Kanda spat loudly, as a small smile appeared on Envy's face, one that he kept reserved for times when he wanted to be crude and sarcastic, but had to keep himself at bay. It was like a barrier to his true emotions or something.

"Oh, I think you do. I born in Australia, into a family of nine, in the year 1993." Envy stated before smirking slightly as the semi-shocked look that flashed through the samurai's eyes briefly, before it vanished and the glare was in full place again. Kanda didn't believe him, obviously.

"That's impossible, it's 1897, 1993 is almost a century away." Kanda growled, while Envy just gave him a sad smile and nodded. Before touching his scar lightly.

"Exactly, that's why I know exactly what's going to happen, and more importantly, how the war ends." Envy stated calmly, before Kanda scoffed and pushed the blade more at the boy's neck, threateningly. Kanda didn't believe him one bit, it was obvious. This was why he had kept his mouth shut around the others, but wasn't dumb enough to do that around Kanda. The man could and would murder him if he told any lies, or pushed away the truth... but another reason was simple, Kanda was the type to keep things to himself. He hated talking to others, and if it meant avoiding conversation with those he disliked, then he'd happily keep it a secret. That's why Envy didn't hide it.

He knew Kanda would keep his mouth shut without even asking.

"Prove it." He growled, making Envy smile lightly.

"At roughly around 8pm tomorrow night, the akuma and the Noah of Form will attack this place, and there will be many casualties. They're after the egg. It will be destroyed, and she will leave, you will be attacked by a Level 4 akuma. Lenalee will gain a new form of innocence, an evolved form known as crystal type, and both she and Allen, with the help of General Cross, will defeat the akuma. Half of the Order will be dead, but only finders and such will be the real casualties." Envy suddenly explained with unemotional eyes and not even a hint of his mask was on his face as he said this in the most serious tone, "Keep this to yourself, but come and tell me I was right after it happens."

The boy then went to walk past Kanda, only to be halted just as he crossed next to the man, with the blade at his throat again. He smiled sadly as he looked down at his hand, while Kanda scowled.

"And if it doesn't?"

"Don't worry, it will." The boy said before continuing to walk forward and out of the room, leaving a small blood trail behind him and a wide-eyed Kanda, who examined his blade with those eyes.

'Is it just an illusion... or did he walk through Mugen as if it weren't even there?'

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Meanwhile, Envy as leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, holding his neck with one hand and looking at his right hand with the other as it flickered again. This phenomenon was getting worse and worse by the day.

His hand was becoming, slowly, transparent.

---

Almost as if fate was against him, in the fight against level 4 akuma he ended up being trapped in the church on the forth, with no way of getting out for the duration of the fight. He didn't have the strength to smash the windows or anything, because, evidently, Hevlaska was doing maintenance on Tenmeisaya. It was annoying without his sheath, so he spent the entire time sitting on top of the highest angel monument and meditating, not even batting an eyelid at the blasts, screams and utter disaster happening outside the church.

He wasn't surprised when he saw the church doors have to be burst open by a set of explosion, nor was he surprised when they all seemed shocked by his being there. He just calmly opened his eyes and lifted his hand in a light greeting and a bored look on his face.

Which leads us to the current situation...

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It was currently midnight as he and Kanda stood on the roof, facing each other- one with a malicious glare in his eyes and the other returning the gesture with a bored look as he sat calmly with the wind blowing both of their long hair. Redheads tended to go white early, and he was practically poisoned to death as a kid by some bastard of a doctor, and that somehow turned his hair white when he was 9. Though as fascinating as the bleach incident is, however, it was not the topic at hand.

The topic was that everything Envy had predicted was true, and Kanda was really pissed off by the fact he didn't do a damn thing to stop it. Maybe he hadn't heard Envy was stuck in a damned church the entire time or something, but none the less.

The point is Kanda was pissed off and that was never a good thing.

"Well?" Envy asked in a bored tone as the usually stoic samurai scowled deeper as the metaphorical daggers were stabbing at Envy's head at the speed of light. Said Envy acted completely oblivious to this, too (Thus adding him to the 'asses to be haunted' list when he dies, since both Allen (the baka moyashi) and Lavi (the baka usagi) were just above Envy, who has yet to get a nickname).

After the silence began to bug even Kanda, however, the man finally spoke.

"So you were telling the truth." It wasn't a question and they both knew it, and neither were surprised when Kanda sat down next to Envy, though still a good meter away in order to get the 'come near me and die' point across. It's not that Envy didn't want to die, he just didn't bother. He was in hearing and speaking distance, so why bother moving closer? Basically the only thing keeping Envy away was laziness... and a bit of the fact that Kanda's immaturity annoyed him, somewhat.

"You're really from... the future." He stated again, spitting out the last two words like they were some kind of disease or something, not that the slightly younger of the two minded. Well, technically, he was older than Kanda by eight years, but Kanda was older than him if one referred to the age he was 'named' to be, which was eighteen. So Envy, thus, referred to him as a senior... but if one looked at the facts, Kanda was his senior by over 100 years, so yeah.

"Yes." Envy replied calmly as he noticed, from the corner of his eye, Kanda had the new uniform on. Not that he cared much, he had a 'new uniform' on as well, only it seemed to be an almost exact copy of Allen Walker's... no, scratch that, it was an exact copy of Allen Walker's uniform. How annoying...

"Anything else I should know?" Kanda asked with an annoyed tone, while a sad smile appeared on Envy's face. He knew Kanda should probably know about the event in the near future, the third exorcist project and more namely, the 'mother', but he just sighed and shook his head, before raising his hand up at the sky, unsurprised to see the slight transparency of his fingers.

After a select silence of what seemed an eternity, Envy finally spoke, slightly startling the meditating swordsman, but not enough for the man to show it to the boy, who was currently examining his hand (he'd taken the fingerless glove off during the silence).

"I'm fading."

"No need to state the obvious, ojiichan." Kanda replied with a smirk, while Envy suddenly felt the need to hit himself in the head as he groaned and push some of the hair from his eye and sighed.

Of all of the things for the samurai to nickname him as, did it have to be 'grandpa'?!

He actually felt, for the first time, inclined to hit the guy...


A/N: Voila~~ The third chapter of 'Not My Time' is out~~~ With lots of Kanda too! Tehe~ It's almost as if every chapter has Envy and a canon starring in it or something, since the first was Lavi (and Krory), the second was Allen and the third is Kanda. XD

"baka moyashi" = "Stupid beansprout"; "baka usagi" = "Stupid rabbit"; "ojiichan" = "grandpa" | If I missed any translations, tell me ^.^ Also, still not a yaoi fic, as you can see~ and Envy's slowly disappearing too!! Tehe, you'll find out in later chapters, but until then, g'night, and fav & review please~~!!

~ Endavi