Hi guys! Newsnakeyes here, and I'm sorry I'm late. First on Monday I wasn't allowed on the Internet, then on Tuesday and Wendesday the Internet went completely out. I'm glad that I have 365 Office on my ipad, or else this would have been posted later. Anyway Enjoy this chapter!

Thank you UnatanableRose for reviewing again! You'll just have to wait and see about this new doll. :) Trust me, this chapter holds a lot of surprises.

Pairings: Slight Cross/Allen, not a lot.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man.

Toma was having a hard time with catching up to Bookman, even though Bookman was an old panda and Toma had walked or ran miles without breaking a sweat. 'Bested by an old man,' Toma thought sadly. He usually didn't think like that towards exorcists, but now he was on the run with Bookman, and he didn't feel the need to respect them. Well not all of them, after all Toma still respected Master Walker. They were reaching their destination, a small town in the middle of absolutely nowhere. There were no neighboring towns for miles on end, and the trees surrounding the small town were huge, jungle-like trees.

Toma had asked Bookman how he knew of this place, but all of a response he got was that Bookman had been adopted by a family in this small town. Apparently, this town was called 'Creepsville' and it's never been recorded on record or a map. That was all nice and dandy, but why would you name a village 'Creepsville'?Toma had a feeling that 'Creepsville' was connected to something bigger.

"We'll be arriving in an hour or so," Bookman called over his shoulder. "Can you hold out that much longer?"

Toma highly doubted it, since he was already feeling a bit sour in his legs, but he still called out, "Yes!"

'Why would someone go all the way out here to build a town? Were they trying to hide something valuable or evil?' thought Toma, as they continued running down the dirt road and hopping from tree to tree. Toma pushed it out of his mind for the moment as he focused, instead on keeping up his energy to stay running. After all, why would Bookman go back for an ex-finder?

:::::Meanwhile:::::

Allen and Cross were being tortured, to be put simply. Like, why would you put a little girl in charge of measuring and making clothes for a teenager? And who would do that? The answer was simple, so the Earl could laugh at Allen and Cross. And obviously the Earl would be the only person or thing insane enough to do that. That's what Allen thought anyway, but he had to keep reminding himself that Road was older than thirty-five (35). Cross was taking it more calmly than Allen expected, especially since Road was taking extra precautions to irate his Master. Allen sweat dropped as Road put several big, pink bows in his Master's red hair.

Even thought the sight was hilarious, he couldn't bring himself to laugh, considering the fact that his Master would either choke him to death or just plain out attack him. Neither was a good option, so Allen didn't laugh, he just clamped his hand over his mouth and he bit his lip. Allen's smile was way too big for his face, it looked unnatural in certain ways.

"All done!" Road shouted excitedly, jumping up and down. "You look perfect!"

Allen sighed as he turned to his reflection, expecting it to be something not even related to what they were trying to do. Allen was taken aback when he saw a completely different person, he looked nothing like his other self. Allen was now wearing a black wig, Road said something about his hair not letting her dye it, and Allen still needed to ask his Master about that. Anyway, unlike Allen's hair, the wig sort of had a cowlick. Road had put in Allen's contacts, which were blue, and said that they shouldn't mess with his eyesight.

Allen looked down at his clothes, a white undershirt, a black vest, and a red tie. He had black slacks, his shirt tucked neatly into them, and his shoes were black dress shoes. Allen felt extremely weird and he was still wondering about what to do with his left arm, when Road said they'll figure something out sooner or later. Cross didn't need a makeover, since he has his innocence to help him change into a different person. Road had waved them goodbye and blew a kiss at them, which Cross didn't seem to mind, but dread came across Allen's face.

After that, everything was a blur mingled together. Somehow, the Earl and another Noah, Allen couldn't remember, had made his arm invisible to others, besides the Noah's and Cross. By invisible Allen meant his arm looked normal to other humans. Cross, Allen, and Ju Ju were heading out to a small village where Toma and Bookman were seen last. They were going by train to get there faster, and more time was saved. Allen had fell asleep almost an hour ago, while Cross and Ju Ju discussed the mission. Cross kept glancing at Allen, and Ju Ju saw the hints and grinned, understanding immediately.

"You like him," Ju Ju stated bluntly, staring out the window. "I can see in your gaze and body language."

Cross cursed, but Ju Ju just laughed at him softly. "No!" Cross hissed at the doll, his body tense. "I don't like my idiot apprentice! The only reason he's even alive is because he's the host for the 14th!"

Ju Ju shrugged, before seeming to grin a predatory smile at him, but you couldn't tell with its stitched smile, and start to float into the air again. "You can choose to accept these feelings or fight them. You can't always win."

With that, Ju Ju floated out of the compartment, hopefully she doesn't get in trouble with anybody. But the words Ju Ju said was repeated itself in Cross' head. 'You can choose to accept these feelings or fight them. You can't always win.' Cross had several nightmares when he finally fell asleep.

:::::Meanwhile:::::

Kanda and Lavi were navigating the long river, while Krory and Miranda paddled. Kanda and Lavi occasionally glanced back to see if anybody had noticed that they had disappeared, but no-one had apparently found out yet.

"You would think," Lavi joked, "that the Science Division would have created a boat that has an engine or something by now."

Everybody stared at him, not getting it and Lavi sweat dropped. Silence fell again as they paddled down the long river, every once in a while they would switch out. All of them were lost in there own thoughts, thinking of Allen and what to do when they get outside. They were all startled, when they heard a giggle echo through the tunnel. Lavi and Kanda immediately jumped up, alarm on their faces.

"What was that?" Lavi asked Kanda, grabbing his hammer and expanding it to its normal size.

"I don't know," Kanda said quietly, pulling out Mugen. "But it would be best if you shut up."

Lavi opened his mouth to protest, but they heard a giggle again, this time closer. MUCH closer, like right next to them. Lavi and Kanda whirled around, but nothing was there. Kanda and Lavi pressed there backs together, searching around for any threat.

"Hi," a monotone voice spoke, scaring Lavi and startling Kanda. "Are you exorcists?"

They all looked at the small doll floating in the air, it's eyes were red and it had a stitched frown, other than that it was bare, and it was simply light brown. It was creepy in a way, something wasn't right about it, besides it obviously floating in the air and even talking.

It seemed to take their silence as a yes. "Well, wether you are or not, I have a story to tell." it paused for a moment, before speaking again. "You might want to paddle as I tell my story, I can hear voices coming from where you came from."

It pointed back down the black tunnel they had been paddling down for the past few hours. Lavi and Kanda looked back at Krory and Miranda, they looked frozen in fear, but they had quickly started paddling again after the doll warned them. 'Well this is interesting,' Lavi mused as the doll started its tale.

"I'll start from the beginning," the small doll said, now sitting on the boat with them.

"It all started one-hundred (100) years ago."

End of the chapter! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because this chapter gave me a lot of inspiration for this whole story, because originally I had just planned to create the plot as I go along (which I'm technically still doing, I just got an idea for a whole new idea, which is now added to the plot). I personally think creating the plot as I go along is more fun, because even I really don't know what's going to happen. But anyway, I'm rambled enough.

See you next chapter.