DISCLAIMER: D. Gray Man does not belong to me. I do not own D. Gray Man. D. Gray Man belongs to the people who wrote, made, and drew it. (Mostly to Katsura Hoshino)

Bad month, filled with essays and projects and last minutes scholarship chances. Furthermore, I just started this chapter 3/20/16, so basically I have 10 day, give or take, to finish this chapter. So…...

….. No cheery author's note, not in the mood….

Third Person

Komui sighed and slumped on his desk, thinking about the sack of paperwork that would most likely come his way at the end of Allen's mission. I'm begging you Allen, please don't mess up. Follow my plans so I would have less paperwork. Koumi thought as he mourn over the loss of his sister's presence and coffee.

Just then the door slowly creeped open and a man came into Komui's office. Komui looked up then gave a bigger sigh "It's that time of the year again isn't Bak, the first day of December..." Komui trailed off as he got up and approach the man lingering at the door.

Bak looked warily at the approaching man before he started to trud miserably toward the couch in the room. "So many years have past, yet me and my heart refuses to move on." He said as he laid down to stare at the ceiling.

Silence stretched on between the two before tears started slipping down the distress man's face. "Why did I allow her do missions? Why did I not stop her when I had a bad premonition before she even accepted the files." Bak questioned as tears furiously rolled down his cheek. Silence continued to stretched on as tears kept rolling down the man's before the silent tears became sobs. "Why did she ... have to take ... that bus."

The sobs continued before Bak quickly sat upright looked at Komui. "TELL ME. Why... Why did she ... have to die?" Bak screamed and then morphed into heart wrenching sobs. Then placed his face on his hands as hacking sobs claimed him.

Komui stood numbingly as he stared at the sobbing man, knowing that of Lenalee had died, this would be the mess he would be in, regardless of how much time passed after her death.

"You know that's it's our job, to send our skilled personnel on mission, no matter how risky the job. Now it's our duty to protect the peace that we fought so hard to get. Just think about how many lives were risked for this peace; those lives would go to waste if the world becomes more corrupt. You can't blame yourself for giving her a mission when she so desperately requested for one." Koumi said gently, trying to ease the man out of his misery.

Sobs racked through the man's body as he tried to squeeze words out from his sorrow. "... I ... know ... but ... this pain ... refuses to go ... away..."

Komui stood next to the sobbing man before gathering him into his arms. "Maybe... just maybe Fou actually survived the accident? We never found her body." Komui tried but already knew the answer since Bak would always seek comfort of the month of December for the last 4-5 years.

Bak squeezed his eyes shut by tears still leaked out of his eye sockets then took a deep in his attempts to calm himself, only to exhale a sob. "... you know as well as ….. I do …. that Fou is dead. After all, when …. that crash occurred …. the protection via Fou …. on the Asian Branch …. all stopped functioning." Bak said as the searing pain his his chest multiplied and tears leaked out of his squeeze shut eyes. He fisted his hands and his nails pressed into the palm of his hand, with enough force to actually draw blood. Then abruptly, he pushed Komui away to stare at the blood dripping down his palms through the screen of his tears, as sobs continue to rack through his body.

Third Person still

Kanda groaned as he forced his eyes open. He made out the shapes of Lavi and Neah who were all passed out on the couch. He continued to sit still, staring blankly at their shapes, as his mind started to wander back to what the two sleeping men previously said.

Unable to keep his mind from wandering all over the place, he picked up Mugen and made his way to the basement in the house. After he practice a few drill, Kanda growled in frustration at the nonexistent dust in the room. This room feels empty, as in the aura feels like it hasn't been used in a while. It feels like a cold and empty deserted ghost house, yet there is no trace of a spec a dust that can be seen by the naked human eye? Has Allen stop coming into this room except to clean it?

"You know, Allen told me how you go out to train, nowadays. I just thought it was weird since you have a perfect big and comfortable and clean dojo down at the basement already." Neah said condensely, successful drawing Kanda's attention away from the non-visible dust particles. "I guess lately you've been too busy sleeping with others than spending your time at home with Allen, your husband that you obviously don't deserve."

"Che, what do you know about me old man?" Kanda growled as he continued to practice with his sword, not bothering in concealing the fact that he was having affair anymore.

"I know plenty from what Allen tells me. You had a bad beginning, someone died on you, spent years living only to fight for the Order, yaddie yadda blah blah blah, skip to the part where you actually have a family, a cute daughter, a husband that will surely die to ensure your safety, who takes care of you even when he's half dead himself, and puts you as his first priority above everything else, even his own well-being." Neah said as his eyes blazed with anger as he grabbed a sword from the train equipment racks.

As soon as he grown accustomed with the weapon, making sure the weapon could be felt as an extension of his arm, he charged at the samurai. "Sure, I don't know everything about your past, but I know enough about the current you to be able say that you are a self centered jackass. Only those types of people would be unhappy with such a content lifestyle. Only a heartless bastard like you could actually cheat on the one person that should be your first priority, the one person who puts you as his first priority." Neah spat as the two fought over dominance over the other.

"Tsk, what do you know, huh. The only relationships you've been in are dysfunctional ones that never last! I wonder how Tyki is doing after you guys broke up?" Kanda said as the sounds of metal clashing together echo against the basement walls.

"That's why I'm telling you to fix the problem before it becomes unfixable!" Neah yelled as he charged at the samurai, ignoring the fact that Kanda had threw salt on his old wounds.

"IT'S ALREADY UNFIXABLE!" Kanda yelled as he flicked away Neah's sword. The sword spun in the air before it burrowed itself deep in one of the walls in the basement, but neither of the men notice. "Do you know what it's like to do everything in your power to keep a relationship alive, only to realize that the love and affection that you use to feel for the other is slowly slipping away. To do everything that you are capable of to keep the romance alive, only to find out that the attraction was gone. I care deeply about Allen, but I know that deep down, our relationship will not last any longer. I'm pretty sure Allen knows this as well, deep down inside. How long can we string this pathetic excuse for a relationship on before this red string of ours break." Kanda continued to yell, his grip on his sword growing tighter and tighter.

"Just because your relationship seems unfixable doesn't give you the go ahead to cheat on Allen. Don't you want to see if the relationship is beyond repair or not?" Neah reasoned, his head cooled down considerably after his sword was flicked out of his hands.

"Che, You think I didn't try? But for some reason, the baka Moyashi became more and more distant. The more our relationship seemed hopeless, the more defensive he would become, which placed even more distance between us. To the point where we couldn't even stay in the same room without feeling misplaced, that you didn't belong anymore." Kanda said as he walked to get mugen's sheath.

"Why the hell did you not do anything at that point!?" Neah said, disbelief clearly showing in his eyes.

"I guess I could, huh?" Kanda asked, giving a dry exhausted laugh before he continued, "During the period of this growing distance, Lena- someone came to ask for comfort over a problem I can't even recall at this point. When I blindly accepted the person's request, I knew I made the relationship was unsaveable." The samurai said as he picked up the sheath.

Neah slammed his fist into the wall, successfully creating a dent in the wall out of his fury. "So now what!? Do you enjoy stringing him along! Knowing that he dies a little everyday as he watches his relationship unwind in front of his eyes. The family that he tried so hard to build, crumbling to pieces?"

"Che, do you think I would be that heartless to the man I spent and loved for 8 years! The least I could do now is to give him the possession of the choice. Since I was the one who broke our bond, then he should be the one to officially break us up." Kanda said as he slid Mugen into its sheath before exiting the basement leaving the troubled and confused musician in his wake.

With Allen ~

"...Fou?" Allen said as he tensed up at the name.

Fou cocked her head to the side in confusion at the suddenly tensed girl in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Allen stumbled forward, towards the woman, all thoughts about the woman being a probable traitor gone out the window. "...but they said that you were…. that you were… dead.."

"Dead? Sorry but I never met you." She said putting a mysterious emphasis on 'I' as her hands started to slightly tremble. However, lost in thought, Allen didn't catch the woman's questionable actions.

What am I thinking,she looks nothing like her and Fou obviously died in that accident. She burned up in the flames…

Suddenly Allen felt something brush against his cheek and out of a compulsion, Allen jumped back a couple of feet. In the process, he brought his formly scarred hand to touch the scathing hot patch of skin that was previously touched, only to realized that it was wet. His grip tightened on the phone on his other hand.

"... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to add salt to your wounds, please excuse me." The lady said as she folded her hand infront of her.

"Tell me, … Fou, did you always have black hair." Allen asked, hoping to find an answer that might help sooth the accusations bombarding his subconsciousness as he hurriedly wiped the tear stains on his feminine face.

"...For as long as I can remember, which isn't that long. I-I woke up in a hospital 5 years ago with what the doctors claimed to be 'amnesia'..." Fou said absentmindedly as she tried to recall the memories.

"Why do you say claimed to be." Allen said as he surveyed the room more clearly, taking note of the near invisible sensors on the window panes.

"The problem was that the amnesia they claimed I had was supposed to clear up after a few weeks." Fou said as she walked toward the messy bed and started to unruffle and organize the sheets.

"And it never did, did it?" Allen said as he watched her make the bed and in the process, analyzing the physique of the woman.

The woman paused in the middle of fluffing out one of the pillows before taking a deep breath and confessing, "No, it never did, but I keep getting the same image every time I close my eyes. A small navy blue haired girl, emotionlessly looking back at me." After her confession, Fou stuffed the pillow beneath the blankets, in a position that seemed like there was someone sleeping, huddled up in the blankets.

Allen narrowed his eyes at her actions, not properly processing what she had said. "And you chose to work for a mastermind of human trafficking to find the girl?"

"Yeah, I assumed that she would be one of the victims since her physique is right up his alley. …..Wait, how do you know that he is the mastermind of a human trafficking network!?" She exclaimed suddenly as she whipped her head around to stare surprisingly at the girl (Allen).

Allen's eyes widened as he realized his own slip up but quickly covered it up with a dry laugh before saying, "Isn't it completely obvious, with the way he acted and the way he looked at me…. uhhhh…. Like he was sizing up…. uhhh….. livestock." As awkward silence engulfed the two in the room and as the tension increase with each other's nervousness of concealing their own secrets.

Fou chose to speak first when she finally decided that the silence was unbearable. "I have to go back to my assigned chores; Mr. Heliot will be busy for at least another two hours; please follow my previous directions to get out of this house before he finishes the meeting. Nice meeting you, let's hope that you make it out in one piece so I will not see you again in the near future." As soon as she was finished, she exited the room without hearing a response.

Allen gulped as he brought his trembling hands towards his face. Whats wrong with me, I'm a master of deception. I've lived years within my own mask and now I can't even keep up this fake persona. Have I left my guard down for too long? No, I can't think like that. By letting my mask crumble, I'm able to bond with my family and friends. Allen thought as he clenched his unblemished two hands before surveying the room to see if he had left anything important behind. Once he was assured that everything was in order, he slowly and quietly opened the door.

Stealthily, Allen peaked out of the room to check the halls before quietly walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him in the process. Making sure the coast was clear, he crossed the hall and proceeded to open the door where he previously heard sobbing sounds.

As he entered the room, Allen was greeted by an empty room with a quiet sobbing noise of a young girl echoing off the bathroom walls. Hurriedly Allen closed the door, as quietly as possible, and made his way toward the bathroom.

As the scene unfolded in his eyes, Allen's hand was already tightly grasping one of the girl's hand. After processing the information and the scene in front of him, he realized that the hand he was grasping was holding a razor and the scene he walked into was the probable suicide of the girl.

The girl gasped as she finally registering Allen's iron grip on her arm and she released the razor to lessen the pain of his grip. A plunk noise echoed off the walls as the razor fell into the tub full of water. Silence enveloped the two people before Allen released his grip on the girl.

"Death is never the best answer, no matter how desperate the situation. Stay alive and wait for your chance to strike back." Allen said gently as he lowered himself to the eye level of the girl sprawled on the floor.

"Then tell me, what do you know. You're just another employee of that sick man; you wouldn't understand the pain I'm going through. How would you understand what it's like, knowing that your father would pardon the twisted cruel actions of that man just to save you." She whispered as she brought her hands towards her face as tears leaked out of her eyes, splattering on the cold tiles. "I know father will do anything to get me back safely. B-but I don't want that; I don't want to be safe and sane, knowing that everyday hundreds of girl are suffering because of that man. Hundreds of girls who are being broken by that man's actions and partnerships everyday. I can't allow him to continue being free." She choked out as the floor continued to be splattered with her tears.

Allen's face softened as patted the girl back. "Your dad cannot pardon him if you escape. That's why I'm here. I'm not one of his employees; I'm an exorcist of the Black Order, and I'm here on a mission to rescue you so we can finally arrest the guy. So no more girls will have to suffer by his hands anymore."

The girl lifted her head from her hands, and with wide eyes, she asked. "The Black Order? Did my dad send you?"

"... Your dad?"

"Yes, did my dad send you? He works for the Black Order; his name is Malcolm C. Leverrier."

Welp, I'm done.

So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Originally I wanted to finish the mission this chapter, but I realized that if I were going to finish the chapter with what I had planned, then this chapter would be well over 5k+ words, and I don't have that kind of time. I barely had time to finish this chapter!

Anyways, If you guys have and idea for the name of Leverrier's daughter then tell me!

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