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Chapter 6

Over two hours later, many of the exorcist had ran away, leaving the chamber they had occupied empty except for the Dark Matter specialist. The reason for them running was more complicated then it looked like. Kanda had started glaring at his wine bottle and muttering under his voice. In the eyes of the exorcist, this was an omen of bad things to come, mostly death. However, Kanda watched a bottle's contents like an ancient man would read the position of the Sun in the sky. He only drank so much in a specific amount of time, and the wine had dropped to a fourth of its original amount. Meaning, the moyashi was cutting it close when it came to busting out of his underground prison. But, in retrospect, muttering curses under your breath was still terrifying in Kanda's case, even if they were not aimed at any of the individuals in the room.

The only being who chose to stay behind was Timcanpy, the small golem having grown to the size of a large dog in response to the lack of people nearby. It paced slightly in front of him, seeming to look down at the ground every once in awhile. He frowned slightly as he watched the golem come to a stop in front of him and lay down. Kanda exhaled, a stream of smoke coming out of his mouth from a cigarette he had just put out, and patted Timcanpy on the head.

"I know, Tim, but don't worry. He won't go down so easily."

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Over the two hours, Mephesto and Shiro had talked to Yuri, who was now ignoring Musician. The hybrid in turn had began ignoring Yuri as well, but was winning due to the ability to keep quiet and talking to Neah and Crowned Clown. The two were starting to get tired of keeping the rocks from falling and Yuri's attention was slowly coming back to the fact he was not an akuma. The building tension in the collapsed room was nearing a boiling point and he hoped that the pressure would cause Yuri to at least talk to him.

Instead, it was the exorcist-priest who spoke, "Isn't there another option, beside having Yuri tell you what to do?" Musician shook his head. Truthfully there was, but it would never save the two humans. No, thought Musician, If I really wanted to help them I would of done it already. Having the akuma destroy Yuri's Innocence would not help them. In fact, it would put them in a even more grievous position.

The akuma, who was now in the form of a small terrier that looked just as clown-like as his human self, piped up, "You could easily help us if you wanted to~! Which brings up the question: Why are you treating these humans this way?" After this question was thrown into the air, Musician wished he could tell them but found his voice shrivled up and dry. He felt like he should help them, but finding a reason for it was becoming even more difficult. His thoughts revolved around questions and answers that put the humans in a shadow, leaving them in a dark light. He would not help these humans, because they were like his deceased guard. The priest wore the uniform his guard had and the girl looked like him.

The akuma continued, "Perhaps, its you who needs more help than we do. The Dark Matter specialist showed me a rather interesting file about a prisoner down here called Musician," This invoked several reactions; Yuri giving him a side glance, the priest having a grave look on his face, and the akuma laying down in his dog form with a frown, "The file even had a picture of what the prisoner looked like. It also held a list of punishments, which is why I believe you need help that only Kanda can give you."

"Wait, Mephesto! That thing is Musician," The question was pointed at Musician with such hatred, that it caught Yuri's attention. This received a nod from the akuma, "Then that thing is responsible for the death of Yuri's father!"

But, Musician heard none of this. He did not see Yuri looking at him with betrayal, Shiro look at him with disgust, or Mephesto's pity. He tuned out the world around him, trapped in a single name he had not heard in years. Kanda. The Second Exorcist was still alive. In fact, he was in reach and a reason to escape. The two had met on bad terms and know each other through even stranger events, but lived together in the Musician's Family, if it could even be called a family. Technically they were more qualified as a fellowship then a family, but that didn't describe the group either. Johnny would probably had called them a family and Kanda would of vocally denied being considered anything near friend to the scientist and moyashi. Maybe in a different world... This unspoken agreement hung over the rag-tag group. In a different time or place, they could of been friends without restriction, not destined to fight in a Holy War. But, their circumstances brought the group together and Musician had enjoyed the time they had together.

The world slowly came back into focus, with the akuma in its dog form standing between him and the humans. Musician could feel the anger in the air, snapping and hissing like lighting, as if Skinn Bolic and his Noah's power were on a rampage far away. He wondered if Wrath had awoken in somebody yet and always figured he had by now. The girl was giving him a look that reminded him of his deceased guard and he felt Wrath had just awoken. The hollow flame in his heart gained substance and burned hot. He didn't have to stay and wait for the footsteps that would never come. He could keep walking if he wanted to and help anyone he felt needed it. Including those people who had no idea what they stood for, who defended people that caused pain to others. These humans were doing what Choaji had done. Choaji had defended an Order that created Second and Third Exorcist, that had forced children into war, that had created Fallen Ones through forcing Innocence onto people.

With these thoughts in mind, Crowned Clown's cloak wrapped itself around the humans, the akuma disappearing in a cloud of pink dust, and Musician gave his strength to Neah, humming a song he had not sang in years and the ground above him began to dissolve into nothing. As the opening in the ground grew bigger, Crowned Clown's cloak lifted the humans and carried them out of the ruins of the underground prison. He waited for the Innocence cloak to come back, the nails in his legs having yet to be made knowledge of were still painful when moved. But, he didn't have to wait long for Crowned Clown, which draped itself across his shoulders and ribbons bounded his legs in bandages so he could move, albeit still painfully. His left arm, pure black with strange ridges across the knuckles, turned into a black and silver claw that helped him climb up the jagged rock walls. The nails in his legs shifted and grinded together, making him shed blood and staining the white cloth ribbons a dull pink. His body screamed in pain, lacking muscles to pull him up and bones creaking in their objections to being used after so many years. He neared closer, his claw wrapped around the lip of the hole he was in and felt like he would fall back into the darkness of his Hell. A hand reached into the pit, offering its help, and Musician grabbed onto it. The person it belonged to pulled him up and as his eyes rested on on that person, he felt safe in the harsh glare the person gave him. The name he had been trapped in belonged to this person and a wave of tiredness hit him as he smiled and closed his eyes. Everything would be okay, because Kanda would make sure nothing bad would happen to him.

Kanda glared at the moyashi, hoping to get a reaction from the Destroyer of Time. He only received a tired smile, before the hybrid closed his eyes.

Kanda huffed in exasperation, "You couldn't keep your eyes open, Moyashi? Che." He turned his gaze to the once again small golden golem as it fluttered around the two of them. Kanda hooked his arm under the moyashi's knees and shoulders before picking him up. Crowned Clown deactivated, leaving the martyr exposed in the harsh light. It was clear to his eyes how awful the moyashi looked even with the cloak draped across his shoulders, but now that the cloak was gone he looked like a shell of his former self. He hoped the moyashi wouldn't be scared for life with all of the nails that were supposed to be in his legs. Moyashi was even smaller than when Kanda saw him lying on the ground, being abnormally weightless despite having the raw power of an entire army contributing to his perception of the older being. Kanda turned and aimed his glare at the group of people who came out of the hole first. The little girl and the Paladin were giving the moyashi looks of anger, which Kanda directed his glare at, and a look of pity from Sir Pheles which he ignored. The girl noticed his glare and redirected her own glare at him, a familiar feeling attacking him. His eyes darted to the source and with a silent order to Timcanpy, the golem landed lightly in front of the moyashi's collar before a split grew in the golden ball and revealed a row of sharp teeth. Timcanpy bit the chunk off of the collar that contained Yuri's Innocence, the collar hinged apart and fell to the floor with a clatter. He returned his glare to the two humans, the looks of anger turned to puzzlement.

"Let's get this over with before the moyashi wakes up. I would rather he not have to meet the old Bible-thumpers yet."