A/n: I'm sorry its so short -head desk- I'm seriously out of inspiration. Sora did give me an idea now what to do but its putting it into the story that will be a bother for me. I'm sorry too if this chapter seems lame = A= anyway again leave reviews kay? :'D I hope that this will tie you over. Yes the plot is finally starting aren't you glad?

Actually come to think of it I really do like this chapter…but I'm sorry its not long o; sometimes ya gotta deal with that stuff. So I really enjoyed the snow fall we had but its back to collage for me ahaha. = x= I forgot the lyrics to the original fifth alice sooo uhh i improvised x3 i think it fits nicely.

Warning: What's not to warn?

Disclaimer: I own nothing of D Gray Man sad but I wish I did.

"Save us from this Masquerade of lies!

Kings and fools die, ridicule! Save us!

Save us from this masquerade of lies---"

-Masquerade, Symphony X

The darkness was overwhelming as the cries and screams echoed on the hollow walls. This was not what they expected when they had put the plan into motion. No Rhode was greatly concerned now she had never seen such as complex mind as the girl and now to have her mirror shatter….

"Tyki, what have we done?" She asked, for once scared of what was happening. If the Earl should find out…she may not seem to fear him but she did, they all did. Not knowing what to say he merely sighed and shook his head.

"I think its best we leave Wisely to the plan, after all he probably knows more then we do. Come on lets get some cake" He said gently, pulling the younger Noah up and led her away from the broken mirror where two bright green eyes stared before fading once more.

"Its so dark." She whispered gently, curling tighter into herself. This pain was unbearable this loneliness that descended on her and crippled her was something she never expected to feel ever again.

Not much longer she thought, imagining the comfort of her deep sleep. Away from the world and its lies no more pain and no more sins…a laugh escaped from the petite child, loud and hysterical as she cried in time with her laughter. Fuck this life she didn't want it! She never wanted it she just wanted a normal life helping out her family on the farm, worry day to day what she would prepare for dinner, or be able to play with the other kids not fear the darkness that claws at her as if she were a toy or when she is burned by the holy light of purity as it tries to cleanse her. No she did not want either she wanted a normal happy life.

"Dream…" she whispered, she was a dream: the dream of Darkness and Light sacrificed by God because she was born pure and born sinful from an incestuous love.

'You will bring the heart to this world and protect the sacrifice…my precious children you will help save.' The voice of God that came to her in dreams served to unnerve her. His fault. All his fault! Yet she could not blame God the Noahs were something not even he could stop because his own world was in peril too if people stop believing then his powers would diminish and Angels sensing a weakness would take over. And then the other Gods too they would rise up to claim order.

Still she cried and she laughed, she was coughing now trying to breathe but it was impossible she was so lost. So far away that not even her Alice could reach her. The light of God still raged war with the darkness in her which caused her to scream herself raw from the pain. 'go away….go away….go away….' like a mantra she repeated that phrase over and over as if wishing the light to fade it would. This was not the light she sought after no this was not the warm and gentle light she longed for.

"Come back to me." A voice, distant pulled at her mind. Who? "Please…young child…come back."

That voice, gentle and warm ….she wanted to meet the voice. Slowly she felt the darkness leave her and the insanity disappear as she followed the gentle voice back to reality. She was in the arms of the older gentlemen who was a father and stiffened before she then relaxed. She had no recollection of the "exorcism" or anything not even of the darkness she was sure that had clouded the room. But no she was just muttering and shaking, as soon as the warmth of this priest washed over her she felt herself fall forward, exhausted as her body began to cry out to take on its stronger form, her true form, but somehow she did not let it. Time seemed to have stopped as if no one was moving, not even the priest. Of course maybe it was her own mind she was stuck in still but no she could hear their voices and some how the voice of Allen brought her back to her senses.

"I can't believe you were possessed!" he said going to her, touching the girl's cheek. She looked into his eyes, searching for something. His eyes were filled with worry.

"Wasn't this room filled in darkness? Weren't I going insane?" She asked. Allen shook his head.

"You were having a fit, but no the room wasn't covered in darkness and you were muttering and you defiantly put up a fight. I was so worried for you."

Allen didn't remember her outburst. No one in this room did. No one remembered anything….was it all really in her mind? Without looking to the priest and only at Allen she missed the glazed look in his eyes and the smallest hint of a smirk. Lavi did not as he watched the priest closely with a cruel calculating gaze. He had done something to them all, and to Chiyone as well and he was going to find out. Those in the room (Koumi, himself, and Kanda) soon left leaving only the priest and the two young teens.

"You saved her…" Wisely smiled gently and laid his hand on the boy. "I only did what one had too. A soul lost to the devil is a painful experience. She is safe now, for the Lord's light has saved her."

His words were like a waterfall they reminded him of Mana when he would soothe him after he had a nightmare and his presence was so warm and inviting. Chiyone couldn't help but wonder what had happened as if her memories were being locked away. Allen watched as the priest turned to leave before turning to his servant…no not servant, friend. Yes his most precious and loveliest friend in the world. Someone who he quite honestly did not know how to look at or to love.

"You Don't remember me pushing you away? Or screaming….was I just imagining it then…?" She whispered, pulling herself into a fetal position. She looked so lost. Allen didn't hear her confession. He didn't see her break down…Chiyone smirked darkly. He remembered nothing. Not the kissing nor the touching…it felt like a knife in her heart.

"I think I would remember that." He said, brushing some loose hair back behind her ear and smiled gently at her, causing the poor girls heart to flutter. She did not go insane…she found her foot hold in this reality. 'For now anyway…soon he'll be gone too like everyone else…'

"I'm so tired…" she whispered, letting him hold her in his arms, she never thought she would feel these same arms that embraced Lenalee around her. Nor did she expect to feel his soothing heartbeat beating with her own. It felt nice…to be held like this.

"Sleep, I'm here now." He said kissing the top of her head before he tucked her into the blankets and curled up next to her, arm draped across her waist, pulling her close. "I'll always be here for you."

Nodding tiredly she fell asleep, a deep and empty dreamless sleep where she could fully recover.

Wisely smirked to himself, it took a bit of his time but he had managed to successfully erase their memories. Yes a good thing too for he could not risk them knowing her…what she was…until he himself figured it out but by that time both of them would be tried without a trial and put to death. At that time he knew then they would burst in and rescue them therefore killing an ties the damn boy or female had to the Order and thus making them theirs once more. But for that to happen he had to keep an eye on Chiyone. That power she displayed…it was not right.

'Doesn't surprise me…the 14th did like to be around powerful women.' He thought absently, wondering exactly how to carry through, he knew Lavi was already onto him and he doubt modifying his memories would easy as it was for others after all he was a bookman and they had an unusually powerful barrier around their mind. Well first things first: Make himself friendly with the order members.

Allen did not know where he was, but it was a soothing darkness he felt, like how the 14th made him feel when he was in control, but the 14th wasn't in control…so why was he feeling this then?

"Oh your aware of me then," came a voice, similar to his own if not deeper an octave at the very least. Allen gasped and turned to look for the voice but could see nothing in the darkness.

"Who are you?" He asked, for some reason he did not feel as scared as he should, it was a rather peaceful sort of presence, although very sad.

"I am Kai, its nice to meet you, Fifth Alice." He said with laughter in his voice. It was such a pleasing sound that Allen felt himself relaxing even more. "I am the second Alice who once was in love with the dream, I have served to keep her well grounded although it seems as of late not even I can now do as such."

Allen perked up at this. "What do you mean?"

"She is insane." Was the simple answer. "Perhaps if I explained it to you, you would understand:

Once long ago it was told a child would be born of sinful love. This child raised by pain and sought by the darkness would be the one to bring a new dream into the world. Should she fail her mind shall crumble and become nothing as the body shall wither and die leaving behind an empty shell. The soul once drenched in Light will be chained into the darkness of hell for her sins, as the heart weighed by the pain of her insanity becomes her cruel punishment.

Because of this the Dream created a world. This world was called Wonderland and in it she was free of pain and of the chains of this world. However even she felt the same lonliness in the vast empty world. To cure this pain she searched for a strong soul. This soul she would name Alice. She found one such a soul a valliant knight who was stained red. Like the ones who would soon follow she promised her a world of her own but because of the growing insanity trapped her within the world. The body with no soul died that day."

Allen listened to the voice speak, as if a weight was suddenly being piled onto him.

"She was born in the year 1412, and she has not aged since the 13th year of her birth. Because of this she was out casted and without anyone to give her sanity fell into a deep never ending darkness only subdued once a heavy sleep fell upon her. None of know why she falls asleep every 150 years however it is most likely because she has no one to save her and without a hold she will loose herself. We Alice cherish the Dream but we cannot help her…"

Allen gasped when he felt ghostly arms wrap themselves around him.

"That is why for the sake of our Dream you must become the fifth Alice…" He whispered, voice echoing oddly in the darkness. "You do not seem to understand the dire need for this to happen. You are the sacrifice…you must become the fifth Alice…before it all crumbles."

"Crumbles?" Allen though he was not scared felt confused who was this man talking to him?

"The balance is unstable. For the heart to be found one must first find the innocent soul who was scorned by the world whose life was built on another. To find such a person one must befriend the Dream who shall mark him as her own."

"Me…"

"Yes." Why did he sound so sad? "You are the one she chose, do not let her loose herself. Please as someone who failed to give her what she desired…"

The presence began to fade now, and Allen still had so many questions.

"What is it she desires?!" but there was no answer as the presence disappeared completely. "Alice…"

The 5th Alice was a innocent white one. A newcomer to this place, in the wonderland.
The others knew of his fate, But they would not speak of it.

That song which he heard her sing once now echoed in his mind.

This new Alice that of a Clown, created from the memories….
Now with the Dream blooming sadly red…
The one who was called sacrifice now must lay down his life.

Over and over the song repeated showing him memories that were not to be. Memories of a blue haired child, blood staining the dress a dark crimson. Echos of cries began to cloud his mind, causing him to feel tired. So many cries so many memories, wouldn't this song ever stop playing? As if to answer him the 14th stirred, arms pulling the younger child into an embrace and for now the song had stopped the memories fading as he fell into the welcome bliss of darkness.

"Allen…" He whispered gently. "…Forgive me." Was all he said. There was no delaying it soon they would have to become one otherwise his dear child, the girl he loved would die.

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