Chapter: 7

Neah trudged dejectedly behind Road and Allen; he would rather be doing anything but going on the mission with these two. The musician watched as Allen smiled kindly at something Road said (he couldn't hear it because he was too far behind), but it wasn't his usual happy-go-lucky smile, it was a completely innocent and unaware one, his poor nephew wouldn't have been acting like that if he had his memories. Or so the Uncle believed.

"Road, what did the Earl want us to do on our mission?" Allen asked curiously, even though he was given the task, he was completely oblivious to the details.

"Oh that's simple silly~! We're going to go to the Black Order head quarters and reintroduce yourself~!" Road sung out as she glomped him, she loved how Allen didn't remember a thing so he couldn't throw her off. In fact the silverette was furiously blushing a bright red, huh.

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"Brother! We're under attack!" Lenalee yelled as she ran hurriedly into the messy office, but came to an immediate stop once she saw who his visitor was. A snake like stare pierced her very being.

"Why hello there Ms. Lee, how are you this fine evening?" Malcolm C. Leverrier sat in all of his horribleness with a smug air of superiority.

Lenalee however completely bypassed the man who traumatized her and addressed her brother instead, "Brother the Noah are attacking the North Wing, and the available exorcists are already there along with the Generals. I'm going there now, please get to safety!" she then turned and exited the room without another word.

"I see that she still hasn't forgiven me for the past events." The inspector commented as if he were talking about such a trivial subject like the weather. Komui glowered at him before turning away in order to prepare while the others battled.

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Multiple explosions went off in seemingly random positions in the North section of the building, a silver haired figure wearing black tuxedo and a white mask sat on top of what was left of a destroyed wall. His hidden eyes watched the bloody battle below with an indifferent expression, only moving if the blood splatter threatened to hit his tailored suit.

Road and Neah were down below, taking all the attacks head on. No matter how long the silverette stared at the ex-Noah, he could not understand what he was doing to take down his opponents. They just seemed to drop like flies whenever they come near them; he wasn't even breaking a sweat. Now intrigued, the silverette leaned forward in hopes to solve the puzzling predicament, but he forgot that the wall he was sitting on was already weakened and putting sudden pressure on it was not for the best. Something the silverette had to learn the hard way as he fell to the ground along with the other rubble.

The large crash attracted nearly everyone's attention. Nearly. Road used this diversion to her advantage and attacked everyone's mind while simultaneously skipping over to the wrecked site.

"You better not have gotten yourself hurt! You can't completely control your powers yet!" Road said in a miffed tone of voice as she came to a stop in front of a particularly large pile of bricks. The pile shifted a bit and uncovered a little more than beaten suit.

"Sorry, I couldn't avoid the pile and got myself dirty. I must be pretty sturdy though, considering how I survived that without any powers." Allen chuckled nervously as he uncovered himself from the pile. His clothes were dirty and torn, and his hair was covered with a thick layer of mud, but his mask was still firmly held in place.

"Of course you're sturdy, you wouldn't have survived as my boyfriend if you hadn't silly~." Road sang out as she attempted to dust him off, snickering every time Allen winced when she brushed a sore spot. Allen had long since wondered how he ever managed to survive with her, but always used the fact that he didn't have his memories as an excuse.

"You two love birds will have to finish your conversation later. We've got company." Neah warned as some of the exorcists (mostly generals) started getting up, having already recovered from Road's mental attack.

"That's not fair!" Road whined, "You go back to somewhere up high; Millennie said that you were only to watch not engage. Just try and see if anything triggers your memory~!" the girl smiled at him before running off towards the recovering exorcists with a painfully familiar pink pumpkin umbrella swinging in her hands. Allen's gaze followed her. Under the mask his eyebrows furrowed, the whole time his heart painfully throbbed, why?

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Lenalee arrived to the battle seemingly too late, seemingly dead bodies littered the bloody ground along the left over pieces of the buildings that had once stood in the area. As the crescent moon appeared out from behind the night's clouds its illuminating light cascaded across the carnage of the battlefield, giving the freshly spilled blood an eerie luminescent glow, only a small spot was sparred by a seemingly inhuman shadow. Lenalee veered to come face to face with a masked person. A thick layer of mud concealed the man's true hair color, the mask hiding a good portion of his face, and the dimness of the night hiding his eye color.

"Did you do this? Who are you?!" she spat out venomously. The hidden man just cocked his head to the side as if to mock her, a sinister grin crept onto his face as he slowly lifted his pointer finger to his lips, it was a secret. Letting out a scream of outrage she assaulted him with a sudden barrage of fast attacks, each one coming less than a split second after the previous. Though this didn't deter the man, only taking a few steps to the side or back effectively allowed him to avoid each attack, as if it were a dance. Their body's unconsciously moving in graceful movements, twisting and turning in response to each other's movements. When Lenalee decided to come to a halt sweat was doused in sweat and her breaths came in quick gasps. The man however was standing there with his gloved hands clasped behind his back, his posture ruler straight, and not a hair out of place. With a deep bow he disappeared with the small gust of wind.

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An old horse-drawn farmer's cart was casually making its way down the dirt road, the constant thumps and creaks of the cart long since been ignored and the sound of a soft whip cracked through the air every so often. In the back housed three passengers, all lounging against the luxurious padded seats.

A sigh broke the comfortable silence, "Hey akuma, how much longer?" one of them called out to the driver.

"Only half an hour more, Lord Noah." He replied dutifully, and exasperated sigh was his reward.

"That's too damned long." The Portuguese slumped further into the crevices of the cart's seat, crossing his arms in front of him in frustration.

"Patience Tyki, we're in no rush. Lie down, rest, and enjoy the ride." The silverette responded, gloved hands disappearing behind the abnormal locks to undo the tie holding the obstructing mask in place. In one swift motion the mask softly fell down onto the clothed lap.

"You should have killed her." The girl said randomly, fiddling with a piece of imported wrapped candy. She slowly slid over to the silverette's side and leaned down to rest her spiky head on his lap, playing with the mask that had once occupied the area she was now in.

"I know, but something in me is telling me not to kill just yet." he winked down at the girl in her lap with a teasing tone. A joyful smile lit up the girls face as she giggled at her boyfriends antics.

"You're such a sadist Allen~."

A/N: I WILL NOT UPDATE AGAIN UNTIL I GET AT LEAST 10 REVIEWS FOR THIS CHAPTER! Now that that's out of the way, sorry I haven't updated this in a while between Thanks Giving, Black Friday, the Saturday after that, and my Essay that's worth half my final grade I'm booked. So QUESTOIIN TIME! Do you want Allen to be sadistic or innocent? Ok, that's all for now I think. No Diavo, your review doesn't count as part of the ten sorry, bu~t that's what you get for bugging me while I was trying to work ;). I do not own D. Gray-Man, Review please. I'll see you all in ten reviews~!