Disclaimer: I don't own DGM. I only own this fanfiction and my OC.

Author's Note: Just checked out the most recent manga chapters for DGM; so I figured Hishino's hand got better~! ^_^ I'm considering putting this on hiatus until my holiday's start (which mind you isn't too far off) because I've got $#!t loads of work to do. Anyway I'll write when I can. Enjoy the chapter~!


"She isn't even an exorcist."

"Even if she isn't, she'll die here anyway. We may as well make her feel comfortable."

The Order held a party every time a new exorcist joined the team. Preparations were already being made for Kiyre's welcome party, even though she wasn't currently registered as an exorcist. It had been Supervisor Komui's idea to make her feel as welcome and comfortable as possible and hence arrangements were made.

Despite having eaten in the cafeteria a few minutes ago, Lavi could see that the welcome banner had already been strung up.

"Hey! Lavi! Give us a hand with these!" The junior Bookman spun around to see Allen carrying armfuls of food platters, stacks of cups and anything else the kitchen staff could throw at him. Approaching the younger exorcist, Lavi took a part of the load for him.

"So, Allen, why are we bothering with this party? I mean… if she's a Noah…"

Allen smiled.

"If she's a Noah, then she won't be able to leave here with her life, right? If she's anything else she won't be leaving anyway. You know what Komui and the Science Department are like."

Lavi helped to place the dishes and platters on the joined tables, making sure the layout was even. The red-head sighed and looked over to Allen who was heading back to fetch more platters.

"Do you think she is, Allen?" Lavi asked. The white-haired boy turned around to face his comrade.

"If she is…" Allen's smile faded leaving a slight grimace. "Then I dare say we could have some trouble on our hands."


The dining hall was reasonably full – with every available exorcist, scientist and administrator attending. Lavi entered the crowd having caught sight of Lenalee and Allen locked in a conversation on the opposite end of the cafeteria. His first instinct was to walk over and join them – then thought against it. Ever since the level four Akuma attacked the Order, the pair hadn't been the same.

The red-head paused and continued to search for a conversation. Miranda and Krory sat in a corner together – even the grumpy Yu Kanda had attracted the attention of some new scientist girls. Letting out a sigh Lavi scanned the cafeteria. Times had changed in the order, everybody seemed to be with someone else these days. Gramps was an option, however after five minutes the novelty would wear off. Besides, the old panda was busy writing papers in his room. There was one person however, who wasn't yet present at the party.

Even though the celebration had somewhat started, Kiyre was still in her room. Checking the cafeteria clock, Lavi took the opportunity to fetch the brunette.

Leaving the noise of the cafeteria behind him, Lavi headed off to the dorms. With the vast majority of the Order in the cafeteria, the main halls of the old castle were almost silent. Dashing up a flight of stairs the red-head finally made it to his destination. Without hesitation Lavi knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Kiyre to answer.

The wooden door opened slightly; Kiyre peering through the narrow gap. Recognising who it was she fully opened the door, greeting the red-head with a large grin. "Hi Lavi!" She chimed. Her mood had – to some extent – lightened. Kiyre was starting to sound a lot like her normal cheery self.

"Hi Kiyre," Lavi returned the smile to the girl. Having already thought of a way to get the brunette into the cafeteria, he carried on. "I was just on my way to the cafeteria to get some dessert. Was wondering if you wanted to come along too?"

"Wouldn't the cafeteria be shut by now? Its 9 'o' clock," Kiyre tilted her head. "Unless your chef stays up all night cooking."

"Jerry usually stays up pretty late just in case one of the exorcists come back late. Even so, it's best to hop down before he does close up for the night," He was going to have to get Kiyre to the cafeteria somehow. Dragging her seemed like a good idea at that particular moment, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate being carried off. With a shrug Kiyre gave in, shutting the door behind her. The little golem fluttered about and landed on her shoulder as they headed off.

As the two walked down the empty halls, Kiyre could sense the awkward silence between them. She too wanted to talk about the past and what had happened since their separation. Kiyre wanted to hear about Lavi's travels and what he had done in the past seven years. Knowing that her wireless golem was recording her every move, Kiyre decided against it – despite the growing tightness in her gut. It was a frustrating situation for both of them; wanting to break the awkward atmosphere and yet be unable to have a decent conversation.

"Jerry must work pretty hard…" Kiyre said suddenly – a belated response to Lavi's last statement.

"Yeah, but Jerry likes his job. He enjoys cooking for everyone; especially Allen, seeing as he eats a lot," Lavi smiled. "He finds it rewarding to know that everyone enjoys his cooking."

Drawing closer to the cafeteria, Lavi couldn't hear the chatter in the distance. He figured that they had seen him leave and had taken it as a sign to get ready. Stealing a quick glance at the brunette he could tell she was oblivious to what lay ahead. Sucking in a deep breath, the red-haired teen braced himself for the cheering that awaited them around the corner. Slowing his pace by the slightest, Kiyre stepped past him and entered the dimly lit cafeteria. Kiyre's golem seemed to sense something and began to fly around. Not noticing this Kiyre proceeded to walk into the darkness.

"Surprise~!" The cafeteria light flicked on and Kiyre was caught off guard. Staggering back half a step, the brunette stared at the people crammed in the large room; her mouth hanging ajar. Her bat-liked golem also seemed to be shocked, fluttering about before taking a place on her head.

Applause and cheers echoed within the cafeteria – smiles marked on everyone's faces. Turning to face the red-head who stood behind her, Kiyre was still rather stunned.

"…Did you…?" She muttered.

"Save the thanks for Supervisor Komui. Even though you're not an exorcist, he still insisted on throwing a party," Lavi answered with a grin.

Kiyre felt warmth deep within herself as her eyes moved across the room once more, settling on the banner stretched out above the cafeteria. It had been a long time since she had felt welcomed.

"Welcome to the Black Order, Kiyre," Allen greeted as he popped up beside the brunette.

"Did we catch you by surprise?" Lenalee asked eagerly. The brunette could find no words to express her joy. She gave a wide smile which Lavi took note of – it was as if she were eleven again.

The sound of giggling caught their attention as three young scientist girls came into view; pushing a rather annoyed Kanda towards the group.

"C'mon Kandie, be nice~!" One of them laughed.

"Don't be shy~!" Another said.

"Aren't you going to welcome Kiyre like everybody else?" The third questioned. With a final shove, Kanda stood by the other exorcists. "Well?" Kiyre looked up at the stoic teen – half surprised to see him at the party.

"…Che…" Waving a hand in dismissal, the dark-haired exorcist stormed off out of the cafeteria. The three scientist girls whined in disappointment at his refusal to greet the brunette.

"Welcome anyway, Kiyre!" The three girls chimed in unison. Waving goodbye, the three young girls re-entered the crowd; giggling and chatting as they went.

"Well then, why don't we get this party started?" Lavi questioned; patting Kiyre on the back.


It was late and Kiyre's welcome celebration had drawn to a close. Everybody had begun turning in for the night, saying their goodbyes to the brunette as they left. It was evident on Kiyre's face that she was tired; the long travel and the party had taken its toll.

"Enjoy yourself, Kiyre?" Lavi asked as he walked with the brunette. Kiyre rubbed her eyes and nodded in response, too sleepy to answer verbally. "Hope we made you feel more at home. After all, you'll be staying here a while."

"I can't thank you any more for throwing a welcome party for me. I'm not even a part of the Black Order and yet…" Kiyre trailed off, unable to carry on with her sentence. "Thanks…"

Stopping at a split in the hallway the red-head turned to face Kiyre. "I guess I'll be seein' you tomorrow. Unless of course gramps has work for me to do…" He sighed.

"Ah, right – you got your job to do," Kiyre grinned. "Well I'll see you tomorrow, then." Waving goodbye to the junior Bookman, they went their separate ways.

Entering the cold darkness of her room, Kiyre slowly shut her door – allowing her wireless golem to pass through. Moving past the mirror she flopped down on her bed, slipping off her shoes as she lay on her back. Just as she was about to fall asleep something caught her attention.

The mirror that she had previously blanketed with the sheet was no longer covered. The sheet was lying discarded on the stone floor beside her bed. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow Kiyre rose up from her place; reaching down to pick up the bed sheet. Folding up the crumpled cloth she glanced towards the oval glass mirror – a frown coming over her weary face.

"That was some party, eh?" The brunette's frown deepened – the voice strikingly familiar. Not wanting to bother with the strange speaker, Kiyre simply turned away to change into some pyjamas. "So that's it, you're just going to ignore me?" The voice spoke again – tone slightly agitated.

"I have no need to talk to you, so go away," Kiyre replied firmly. "You have no place here." Tossing her other clothes aside she pulled on her pyjamas. Taking a seat in front of the mirror the brunette picked up a brush on the dresser top, briskly running it through her hair. Her blue eyes opened to look into the glass – her reflection not mirroring her actions. Instead of her reflection brushing hair – as it should have been – it sat there, arms crossed, and staring back at her with a frustrated and impatient look. Kiyre could only leer back.

"What?" She growled, placing the brush down on the dresser. Her reflection smiled, even though she did not.

"Silly, silly, Kiyre," Her reflection crooned. "You know I can't leave you." Kiyre rolled her eyes, uninterested by her reflection's words. She had, had this conversation before and was sick of having to hear it again.

"I left you behind a long time ago." Kiyre murmured. "Right now I'm the one who is in control, not you." Her reflection smirked, uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips.

"Well you failed at trying to ditch me and it won't be long before I'm back in charge," Kiyre's mirror image said in a proud, confident manner. "You can count on it."

"Whatever you think..." Kiyre scoffed before moving over to her bed. Lying back on the soft mattress she exhaled slowly, hoping that the conversation with herself wouldn't continue.

"I'm not leaving, Kiyre," The reflection spoke – despite the fact Kiyre had already left the mirror. Her image still remained within the oval shaped glass; still holding a taunting expression. "We have a job to do."

Kiyre sat up – blue eyes focused on the glass. Her reaction was a sign for her image to continue on.

"We have to do this for our family, Kiyre. They're waiting for us." A scowl shadowed Kiyre's tired face as she stormed over to the mirror. Slamming her hands down on the drawer she stared at her reflection in the eyes.

"There's no point!" She barked. Her reflection stood back and let out a disappointed sigh – arms crossing over her chest once more. "The situation has changed, I can't do it."

"What did you really come here for? Why did you decide to travel all this way?" Her image questioned. "You're not going to throw it all away now are you? You and I have come so far, we can't turn back now." Kiyre broke eye-contact with herself – loosening up her posture and turning away from the mirror; unsure of what to say next. Her reflection held a similar scowl on her face. "Murderers. That's all they are. They deserve to die."

Looking across to her reflection Kiyre deepened her expression of anger. Grabbing the bed-sheet once more she tossed it over the mirror; hiding her reflection from sight.

"I tire of this conversation," She hissed. "Goodnight."

Sliding into her bed Kiyre wrapped herself in the blankets, shutting her eyes allowing them to finally rest.

"It's because of him that your mind has changed, Kiyre," Her reflection whispered. "He's a murderer just like the rest of them, don't let that fool you."

"I said goodnight, Fidelia!" Kiyre yelled as she sat up. Her reflection was gone, there was only silence.


Author's Note:

D: mega apologies for not updating~! I've been on a super long two week camp and I haven't had time to write~! Besides this wasn't very easy to write; only the ending bit was easy _

Hehehe I bet I've confused you again…It probably is so messed up now; even I won't be able to fix it. Or will I? *evil laugh*

What could Fidelia be talking about I wonder? Is there something else we don't know about Kiyre or is it all a big misunderstanding? Hehehehe…that made no sense. *forehead-slap*

Anyways; many thanks to all my reviewers and readers – I really appreciate all your support. If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them – but that's providing they're questions that won't have answers that are mega spoilers XD

Gah, so tired…

And yes I am still considering putting this story on hiatus.

I'll update whenever I can, thank you everyone~! *hugs*

Kaytlyn Hue*~