Stupid, that was what it was. I'd guessed that the lady bug in the cemetery was really a talisman used by the Earl. Why the heck would I have gone and crushed it? I knew that slightly messing with the bug could land you with electricity running through your veins. Lack of emotions did not mean increased intelligence I suppose.

The bug itself was still interesting, though. The Earl probably had used it as a trip wire of sorts to alert him if I entered the cemetery. I guess he had to use his lady bugs somehow before he used them against Allen's eye.

I really couldn't do much at the moment except think over the days events. You see, I was currently suffering from sleep paralysis. Basically, my mind was awake but my body was still fast asleep. I'd done this once or twice in my past life, each time waking up out of panic. Panic, clear, was not going to rescue me from this situation. Neither would any bed side manners from Allen or Jean.

Just shake me awake guys, you won't hurt my feels.

No luck, I'd just have to wait this predicament out. Thus, I set to work thinking out my current situation.

I've read fan fiction before, though this was the type of scenario that was one of the strangest in writing. A fan of the series falling into the world of said series, sometimes through literal falling.

I thought back to how I had died for the first time. I think it was a car crash. I was in a car, felt like we hit something, started tumbling, Bam! Nothing. Car crashes tended to happen pretty fast, so not having a clear grip on what really happened wasn't really that odd. Death struck before I could realize what was going on. Now I was in a world who's near future I had full knowledge of. Irony, go figure.

The issue now was to decide what I was going to do with that information. I could stay at home with my Aunt and Uncle, waiting out the coming apocalypse. Or I could risk my neck for a bunch of character's who have little to know idea what was really going on. I'm not trying to be mean to the main heroes, more like their bosses. Their bosses being Apocryphos, and maybe the other cardinals and even the Pope in this world.

Call me crazy, but Mr. Voldemort ripoff didn't really strike me as the type to care much for humanity. The Heart seemed more content with hiding itself then leading the exorcists into more successful battles. Please don't tell me that the heart can't expose itself, I understand that. But the Heart clear has been manipulating things behind the scenes.

It decided to make Allen's innocence save him. It had Lenalee's innocence, then Kanda's, turn to crystal types. Why couldn't it direct the exorcists to learn the Noahs weaknesses ahead of time? How about giving innocence the ability to sense other innocence, so that finding it would be easier. Imagine how many lives that could save, the Finders in D. Gray Man would be put in less danger if Exorcists could at least track innocence that was in the surrounding area. The Noah had no problem finding new born Noah, the Earl at least knows their born because he'll start crying.

I could have been over thinking this, but bear with me. In this world innocence demanded a lot from their chosen heroes, and other humans deemed it alright because it was made from God. Seeing as how a certain independent innocence is so high up in rank, it's hard to decide what is truth and what is fiction.

Besides that was the origin story on how the Black Order was made. Supposedly a cube made of innocence was found containing a warning and instructions on the use of innocence. Though there are glaring problems in the cubes warning that I found character's in the story were not concerned about.

The Earl was defeated, the message was made by those who stated to have triumphed over darkness but would soon meet their end. Wait, wait, wait. Defeat? Then why were they going to die? Either Komui, who'd been telling the story, had not been informed or the message makers intentionally left out the reason humanity was going to die.

The only reason that humanity was here today was that the Noah repopulated the earth. Yes, our enemies that were now trying to destroy us were the ones who gave us life. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. Unfortunately, the confusion didn't end there. The millennium Earl managed to come back and has been on this Earth with his Noah for 7000 years. This holy war has been going on for a century, roughly 100 years tops. What in the world was he doing these past 6900 years? Did he just get up one day and say ' Man, I've had a good 7 millennium break. Time to start killing again! Heart.' From what I gathered he'd only started attacking when the cube was found by humans, go figure.

By the way, looks like brain strain doesn't end sleep paralysis. The best I managed to do in the time I was thinking was maybe twitching the toes on my left foot. Maybe, I could barely feel anything in this state. But I knew that if something disturbed me I would wake up, and I desperately wanted to wake up. Sleeping is boring when you're brain is fully awake.

Back to the matter I was thinking of. Yeah, the evidence that I had pointed to one thing. Not enough information. Really, that's all I had. The Earl was a psycho killer, yes. But he was a millenniums dormant psycho killer, regardless of the wrongs he is now committing I still wanted to know what set him off.

And being around Allen and the rest of the Black Order would not help me in the least. As much as it would be interesting to see the world these character's lived in, I had to think about the bigger picture. I had to-

The sound of breaking glass is what woke me up, finding myself once again in Leo's room. The window had been smashed through, a rock lay in a pile of broken glass. Trying not to cut myself, I hurried over to pick it up. I clearly saw that it had a note tied to it. I took the note off and hid it under my pillow, there was no time to read it now. My Aunt and Uncle burst through the door.

" What happened? Leo! Are you okay!?" My Aunt seemed frantic, hugging me as thought trying to keep me safe from some unknown attacker.

" Yeah, this rock-" I tried to lift my hand, my Uncle took it from me.

He looked towards the window, then back at the rock.

" Is this John's idea of a joke?" he seethed.

" I don't know, I didn't see. It woke me up." They were both clearly upset.

It occurred to me that someone, either John or Allen, had probably delivered me home with little to no explanation as to how I was unconscious. I'd have to explain, they'd ask me to. But first I was ushered out of the room by my Aunt while my uncle cleaned up the mess.

Downstairs I got sat down by my Aunt and she gave me soup to eat. I ate at a slow pace, constantly glancing back at her worried face. She, in turn, quietly looked to me then back upstairs until my uncle came down. I didn't wait to be asked, they'd been giving me looks like they wanted to ask for a while now.

" There was a creepy fat guy at the cemetery were Mom was." All true, the Earl was a creepy fat guy.

" How did you get to the cemetery?" My aunt asked quietly.

" John said he wanted me to cheer up, so I could pick what we were going to do today. I wanted to see Mom's grave, I hadn't seen it since- Since we buried her at the funeral. I thought it would be fine to go there as long as someone else was there." The statement was made to sound full of emotions that I couldn't feel, at least not strongly. But the purpose was also to take blame away from John and place the incident on my head as much as possible. Clearly, it was working.

" But there was this really creepy fat guy there, and he seemed like one of those crazy people that go to insane asylums. He tried to attack us and stuff. But this other guy, he said his name was Allen, jumped in a saved us. He chased the guy off. But I think I hit my head or something during that, cause I passed out."

I waited then, watching as the two adults considered what I had said. There was nothing wrong with a young boy taking a friend and visiting his mother's grave. There could have been a crazy fat person who came and attack two young boys for no apparent reason. And if a stranger jumped in to help because he saw what was going on, well who would really think that was strange? They more or less seemed to believe me.

" Could that have been the person who threw the rock?" My Uncle mused.

" That means he knows where we live!" My Aunt gasped, turning to me and giving me an imploring look.

" He was dressed weird, that's kind of what made him creepy. He looked like he was trying to be a gentleman, but doing it wrong. People would notice if it was him." I said.

" Then I'll ask around, see if the neighbors saw anyone strange outside." My uncle said.

" I'll called in someone to fix the window, dear. Move whatever you want downstairs for now. You'll catch a cold if you sleep there now."

They clearly decided that I was an innocent victim here, believing me fully. It kind of felt bad leaving them in the dark like this because they cared so much about me. I mean, Leo. It was Leo that they cared about, not me.

So upstairs I grabbed the blankets and pillows off my bed. Having a moment to myself, I read the note that had been on the rock.

' Who the hell do you think you are? '

It certainly didn't seem like the Earl wrote this.

And I'm back! Good to be back. I like working on this story because it gives me pace to work at, something that I need to develop with my original stories as well. But this fanfiction helps me write a lot as well, it's good practice.

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