Yes, yes, this is not a very long chapter. Hopefully, it's long enough that I won't get death-threats... I'm uploading it at the same time as some others, so don't kill me. The next several are shorter. I'll try and make the ones I'm actually writing now be longer than these are tending to be. But, anyways, there are some stories that three chapters are the same length as one of mine. That's my excuse.

Don't worry, this story is going to be done da capo al fine, from the beginning to the finish. I started writing it in September, and its still going. And wow, I only uploaded the first chapter last Sunday. O.o People are screaming for the next chapter. I guess that's good, though… So please keep reading, despite the emo-ness in the chapters to come.


Chapter 7: La Nuevo Faccia

A New Face

A face devoid of love or grace
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances-
First time together thrown.

-Emily Dickinson

Debitto kicked the door open, knocking it off of one of its hinges. "What the hell did-" he cut off, his anger being masked by surprise at the scene laid out before him. The sharp stench of blood was overpowering.

Kanda's body lay on the floor, a sword piercing his chest with the tip barely visible protruding from his back. Blood was pooled around him, and his clouded black eyes stared at nothing.

Debitto just stood there staring, and then turned to the others who were just getting there.

"What is it?" Allen asked, concerned by the dumbfounded expression on Debitto's face.

When Debitto found his voice, he replied, "It… well, it wasn't him."

"How do you know?!"

Debitto turned back to the room, hearing a sound.

Standing over the body was a teenager clad in black and green. His long bangs and hat obscured his pale face, and his messy hair was just barely past chin length. A skull on the back of his single glove – along with the two others that adorned his thigh-length jacket – added to his sinister appearance and dark atmosphere. On his wrists he wore thick spiked cuffs, and a long chain connected them behind him.

The person placed his ungloved left hand on Mugen and pulled it out. Drying blood oozed slowly from the wound. He licked some of the drying blood off the end of the blade*, smirking at Debitto. "This game just gets better and better." His voice was eerie, with very dark and sinister tones. The boy leaned the dull side of the blade on his shoulder, and mockingly saluted those who had frozen in the doorway. "Later, Bond and Exorcists." He turned and walked, vanishing into the wall and cackling maniacally as he went.

"… You two saw that too, right?" Lavi asked Allen and Debitto.

Allen walked over to Kanda's body and felt for a pulse. "He's cold." The white haired exorcist grimaced.

"So he's been… dead… awhile?" Debitto guessed. "Jasdero wasn't the first, then." His voice sounded somewhat strained.

Lavi nodded grimly. "Probably when we thought he fell…" He reached over and closed the fallen exorcist's eyes. "Is this twisted or what?"

Allen sighed. "Earlier I'd thought this was like a dream because of us enemies," he looked pointedly at Debitto, "Coexisting and cooperating. But now… now it seems more like a nightmare." The fifteen year old shook his head. "It makes you wonder who's next."

An ominous silence hung over them for a moment, to be broken by Lavi. "The sword that guy had – it was Mugen."

"Didn't Kanda say he came here Mugen?" Allen remembered.

"I have no clue." Debitto interrupted. "But the green guy… He's the one that killed Jasdero, isn't he?" Anger began to show on his face and in his voice.

"It seems so." Lavi replied. "We need to tell the others." He bent down and picked up Kanda's limp body.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the other three were comforting Dakuto. "You'll be alright." Tyki whispered to the girl he was still cradling.

Road laid her hand on Dakuto's shoulder. "Dakuto, come on. It's late. You can share a room with me and Lenalee, okay?" She cast a questioning look to Lenalee, who nodded.

"I'll go check on Mujaki." Lenalee offered. She stood and walked to the stairs, but stopped and froze when she saw the three seeing the body Lavi was carrying over his shoulder.

"Tyki!" Debitto called. "You should come here."

Tyki sat Dakuto back down on the couch, then went into the other room. He stopped, surprised to see Kanda. "What…?"

"Someone's killing us. He started with that exorcist, then that monster took my brother." Anger, poorly masking pain and sorrow, filled Debitto's features.

"Oh no…" Lenalee shook her head and covered her mouth, eyes brimming with tears. "I-I wasn't really close to Kanda – no one was – but I never thought…" Her voice faltered, and she took a deep breath.

Allen nodded. "Yeah. He hated me, but he still saved my life in the past. He was a good guy." He paused. "At least now his name's cleared."

Lavi grunted. "He's heavy, too, so where should I put him? Not trying to be rude or anything."


Enter Aleister! I did not come up with his appearance, I found a random picture on Photobucket, and it was already named "Aleister J. Kro," so I just used that since it worked so well. And here he is. Once again, if you want to see a picture of him, pm me on Gaia: Derosrabidfangirl is my username.

*I'm sorry, I just have to share this story. I have the original of this description on notebook paper, and one of my friends (who thinks anime and manga is just 'ink' but would still put up with my ramblings) was reading the description. Walking down a hall in a middle school, right after lunch when everyone's going crazy, she's reading it. She gets to this line, then shouts (out loud) "WHO WOULD LICK SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!" Several people stared at her, but decided not to ask. The funny thing is: she's the student council president, or was when this happened. She was so embarrassed! It was hilarious.