Hi, people, here there is the 26th chapter! This fic is going far, isn't it? XD

I can finally show Sokaro and Cassandra together and then, trough Christine's memories, we'll see Tiky again. I'm particularly happy of this since I love Tiky dearly but I never got the chance to show him, so here we have our gorgeous Noah how he was one century before the events of DGM!

Soundtrack for this chapter are:

"Will of the heart" from Bleach's soundtrack for the part with Lavi and Bookman and…

Almost all the songs of Within Temptation. I always think about these songs when I write about Cassandra, in particular I use to listen to " Aquarius", "Stand my ground" and "Ice queen", These three songs represent perfectly her nature I think and Aquarius always makes me think about her relationship with her Innocence….

Anyway, here comes the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I don't know DGM, but I own the whimsical Cassandra and Christine. I love Christine's stupidity.

CHAPTER XXVI- STRANGE MEETINGS, WEIRD MEMORIES.

Headquarters of the Black Order, 4 a.m.

" It is necessary, isn't it?" Lavi asked.

" Yes, it is." Bookman replied with determination, " Try to understand, Lavi, I can't remain here. I never felt myself to be an exorcist, so I thought that the two of us wouldn't have been in danger if we joined the Order temporarily, but what happened to you has obliged me to face reality: I can't be an exorcist and Bookman at the same time and if I have to choose… well, I decide to remain loyal to my real nature."

Lavi nodded: " I understand. You know, Panda, I too never felt myself to be a bookmen. I thought I did, I firmly believed that it was my destiny, but then… then I realized that it wasn't true." At these words, the old man stared back at him thoughtful:

" You've never been the kind of man a bookmen should be, I knew it, but you were my grandson and I thought I could force you to become one. It seems that I was wrong, after all, a mere man can't change someone's destiny." He stated bitterly.

" I don't think so. I don't know that it was destiny which brought me on this path. I thought it was more my character. If I was a different kind of person, I'd have refused the Innocence's help and I would have died as a bookman, but I'm not like this, I want to live more than anything else, so I chose this way. It's no destiny, it's character."

" You may say so…" The old man sighed in response, "but then wasn't your character chosen by destiny, Lavi? Couldn't it be that you were born like that because you had to follow this way? You don't want to believe in destiny and I can understand this, but sadly I do. And I trust Hevlaska's prophecies: follow that Allen Walker. There is something in him that makes me believe that he'll really be the one to destroy the Earl!" Lavi chuckled at these words:

" I would have done so anyway because Allen is a friend of mine. And, after all, being us all parts of the Heart, if we destroy the Earl, we'll do it together: me, Allen, Lenalee and that… that woman."

" Yes, that woman… Don't trust her, Lavi, there is something creepy in her. Even thought she is a chosen one as you are, her powers are infinitively stronger: try to find out why."

" I will." Lavi confirmed as if he was doing some terrible promise, and then a strange silence fell between them. Bookman observed his grand some with particular attention:

" Don't make that face, idiot, it's not as we won't ever see each other again! Life is long, we'll meet again, one day, when all this will be over." He said, trying to comfort his grandson, but it wasn't for this that Lavi felt terrible and at these words the young one exploded:

" I'm sorry, I'm really sorry to have deluded you, I'm sorry to have proved myself to be useless, I'm sorry to leave you alone, I absolutely didn't want to leave you alone, that's one of the reasons why I accepted the Innocence's help, and now for this, you have to leave. I'm sorry!" Bookman arched his inexistent eyebrows:

" You're sorry of what? Of being alive? Then you're even stupider than I thought… Really, you'd have been a horrible bookman." The old man smirked and Lavi stared at him in disbelief before starting laughing.

" Bye, then, old man!" the young exclaimed with fake cheerfulness.

" Bye, Lavi. That's your real name, from now on." Bookman replied with calm and literally disappeared before the other could reply anything.

The young exorcist remained in the garden for some long moments, reflecting on his grandfather words and wondering if he had done the right choice, but he didn't heard Bookman whispering him goodbye, he didn't suspect that the old man hadn't any intention of seeing him ever again.

The following day, somewhere in France…

Cassandra was following his general on the dark alleys of an unknown city. I say "dark" because it was night: Sokaro seemed to like far too much to sleep during the day and travel on night. She had asked him the reason why of that strange behaviour, but the only answer she had received was:

" Because I like so. Now shut up and walk."

After this the woman had ceased trying to establish a conversation of any kind with the rude general: if he wanted to talk with her, well, now it was his turn to speak first. To tell the truth, Cassandra was rather annoyed by the man's indifference, she wasn't used to that reaction, but a part of her still found it curious and interesting.

She was used to see men falling for her and she loved it (though they're so boring!), so that she was naturally attracted by this unknown general who kept his face hidden day and night. She wondered what kind of features there could be under that mask and she couldn't put that kind of thoughts aside, she couldn't help but dream about surprising him in his sleep and take that horrible mask off. She dreamed, but she didn't dare to.

That's how three days had passed, she and Sokaro alone, wandering across the world, without saying a single word to each other. Really, it was incredibly boring, and she was curious. So, being the selfish, childish bastard she was, she decided to take action.

"Innocence?" She whispered mentally

" What do you want now, my dear?" the holy spirit answered, "I hope that you're going to ask me something intelligent today because last time…"

" Take here two level four, please."Cassandra interrupted it.

"What?" the Innocence shouted in her mind, " Are you mad? You wish so much to die that you want me to kill you?"

" Shut up!" the woman answered slightly annoyed, "I don't wish to die nor am I mad. I just want you to take here two level four and make them attack the General so to take off that stupid mask of his…"

" Wait, wait," the Innocence stopped her, "are you saying that you want two level four to attack you just to satisfy your curiosity?"

" Exactly, my dear love." Cassandra answered with such sweetness to be disgusting.

" Don't try to calm me down with such sentences, Cassandra, they don't suit you at all." The Innocence protested.

" Nor does all this severity suit you as well. Come on, make me happy!" the woman replied in a strange mode, an half-way between a plea and an order.

" But this is so stupid… Can't you just ask him to show you his face?"

" Are you going to help me or not?" Cassandra replied angrily.

" Uff…" The Innocence sighed, " If you really wish so…"

" Thank you my soul!" the woman said mentally, excited.

The Innocence didn't reply, but Cassandra would have sworn to have heard it sigh once again before turning completely silent. The woman smiled widely. Now she would have finally seen what kind of face that General Sokaro had.

Since he was walking in front of her, she could keep on staring at him and wondering without fear of being discovered. He had a tall and muscular body so, probably, his face had strong features as well, maybe elegant and beauty. Could it be that he kept his face hidden because he was too beautiful? No, she said to herself, this kind of things may happen only in books or manga ( Author: then, exactly, what do you think this is, Cassandra?). It was far more probable that he hid his face because it was monstrous, maybe grotesque, deformed, as the hero of a novel she had read some time before, a genius banned from society because of his appearance, obliged to wear that mask!

"Yes," the woman thought with enthusiasm, "it's certainly like this! It would explain his asociality also!"

She had just decided that general Sokaro had to be a deformed genius, a sort of phantom of the Opera, when the two level four she had summoned appeared. Obviously controlled by her Innocence, the two monsters completely ignored her and flied directly against Sokaro. He didn't seem to be displeased anyway:

" Stand back and hide somewhere, woman!" he ordered with arrogance, " Just don't be a burden while I fight these two."

Cassandra arched her eyebrows in annoyance and remained unmoved watching him fight. He didn't seem worried at all, instead, she heard him laugh as a little boy at the Luna park. He was actually enjoying the fight. Cassandra sighed as he observed him: he was handling well the first akuma, but the second always caught him by surprise succeeding in hurting him. Madness, as he called his Innocence, didn't seem able to withstand two akuma of that level together. In a few words: he was loosing.

" And a weakling like this should be my master? I wonder what he can teach me…" The woman thought arrogantly.

As I said, the General was loosing, but he didn't seem worried of it, he was still laughing happily in such a way that it sent chills down to Cassandra's spine. "He is loosing and yet he is still laughing: so scary…" she thought shuddering for a moment.

Then the worst happened: one akuma immobilized the General while the other aimed at his head. Cassandra stiffened. Now she had two options: to let the akuma fire or not. The former choice would have provoked the General death, but it would have surely broken his mask, the latter meant that her plan of discovering his real identity would have failed. A normal person wouldn't even think about it, but Cassandra wasn't a normal person so she took her time to decide. At last she sighed, disappointed, and destroyed the akuma in more or less two seconds.

"So boring…" she thought, coming near Sokaro. "Please, General, stand back and hide somewhere," she mocked him, " Just don't be a burden while I fight these two." She declared arrogantly, a conceited smile upon her lips. She would have done anything to see his expression, but that damned mask hid his features so that she could just feel that he was staring at her, seated on the ground, before he started laughing like crazy.

" No bad, woman," he said, " no bad at all!" He said and Cassandra noted for the first time that his deep and hoarse voice could be warm and pleasant sometimes. She smirked back:

" My name is Cassandra, not "woman", try to remember it."

" I'll remember it if you'll beat the shit out of the next akuma we'll meet." He challenged her.

"Fine by me." Her satisfied expression showed clearly that she didn't doubt at all that she was going to win and Sokaro laughed again.

" That's right," he said, " It's getting dark. We'll sleep here this night. Put down your bag and help me lighting the fire." She obeyed without a word and ten minutes later they were already sitting in front of the fire. It was a quiet night, there was nothing to be heard but the cries of the crickets in the abandoned country where they were. In their last day of their trip they hadn't met anything nor anyone, it seemed to Cassandra that they were wandering in a desert and it sure was strange. It was a beautiful country the one around them, the clime was perfect for agriculture, so why hadn't they met not even a farm worker?

" Tell me, General, why are we here?" Cassandra asked once he had finished eating.

" Why? I don't exactly know." He confessed, " Komui's orders were to reach this countryside and search for a squad of finders which disappeared three weeks ago."

" But there is nothing here! Why should have they come in this place to begin with?"

" Exactly because there is nothing here." He replied sibylline. Cassandra was annoyed:

" Would you mind to explain yourself?"

" There is nothing to explain. This zone was very populated once and then, all of a sudden, people began to disappear and the survivors left saying that strange things do happen here. That's why finders came there to investigate, but they disappeared as well. That's why we're here. I didn't like the idea of bringing you here at first, I hated the fact that I'd have to protect you, but now I guess that my fears were unjustified." He declared, but his voice was so indifferent, so calm, almost bored that Cassandra felt the urge to ask:

" Was that a compliment or not, General?"

" It's a matter of fact," he replied, " do not expect compliments from me for you'll never have. If you're weak, I'll abandon you to your destiny, if you're strong I'll make you become stronger. That's all there is between you and me." He stated with indifference, stretching his muscles. Cassandra smiled widely:

" I'm fine with it more than you can imagine, General."

"Better like this…" he replied with the same indifference of before and began to mess about his mask. Cassandra stiffened in excitement: was he going to take that stupid thing off, finally? He was, for he undid the ties and quickly got free of that object. When he finally showed his face Cassandra's eyes widened and…

And then they quickly returned to normal while a depressed expression was spreading across her face. His face was just…a normal face. The mask didn't hide the deformed features of a genius, nor the gorgeous ones of the hero of a novel. So deluding... Noticing her depressed face, Sokaro asked her of there was something wrong, but what could she reply? "Nothing, it's nothing", was actually the only reasonable answer she could give.

Time passed without them saying, nor doing, anything (since they're both the asocial type…) but then, just when Cassandra had thought that it was time to go sleeping, Sokaro destroyed all her plans of a peaceful nap:

" Wake up, woman, it's your time."

" What?" she asked surprised

" I mean that an akuma is directed here. I want to see how you can handle it. In other words it means that you've to fight it without using Innocence."

" Are you mad?" she shouted angrily in response, " What am I supposed to do without Innocence?". Sokaro stared back at her as if she was an idiot:

" If you're a real exorcist," he said, "you're supposed to be able to fight akuma even without your Innocence. Of course, you can't be expected to destroy it with bare hands, but you should be able to keep the monster back for sometime at least. Now, prove me that you're a real exorcist and I may even end up remembering your stupidly long name." He declared severely, completely indifferent to the danger she was going to be in.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment. She had never fought anything without Innocence and her power was not the type which requires physical strength. In short: she had no idea of how to fight something, anything, without using her Innocence.

" He may end up remembering my name, but I'll surely end up dying!" She thought hysterically as she simply nodded at Sokaro. It was a folly, but she wasn't going to renounce and look as a coward, she definitively wasn't going to. Yet, it was a matter of fact that she couldn't possibly fight an akuma with bare hands.

She was still caught in this kind of thoughts when the enemy finally appeared. It was a simple level two which resembled a grasshopper, the metallic green of its body shined under the pale light of the moon in a threatening way. Cassandra shuddered instinctively: what the Hell was she supposed to do now? She wondered as the monster was observing her, flying around her.

The woman felt her hands tremble as they always did whenever she met an akuma or a Noah, she felt the pressure of the blood inside her veins rising while the tension stiffened all her muscles. All this was normal, just normal, it happened every time and it was natural for no sane person would remain emotionless while risking his/her life, but there was something different now and it was this which worried her.

This time she couldn't have the certainty of winning, this time she hadn't her Innocence defending her, she was alone, more alone than she had ever been during her lonely years of wandering across the world. This time she had no antidote against the fear.

Completely alone.

These words were still echoing in her mind when the akuma made its move and attacked her. Cassandra remained unmoved, not knowing what to do, she was certain to die, but then, just when the akuma's claws were a few centimetres from her, her body reacted on its own will. She avoided the monster; she turned and kicked it away. Then she paused, surprised by herself. What had she done? She didn't know how or why she had moved, she had just acted, without thinking. Still, as she was moving, a series of different images had filled in her mind, but they were out of focus, she couldn't understand what they were.

Again, the akuma attacked her, again she felt the fear peculiar of those who are helpless, but just when the worst seemed unavoidable that strange calm and the images had filled her mind once again and her body rejected the akuma on instinct, as she had done before. Now the images had been a little clearer: she had seen a face and though she hadn't been able to focus the features on it, she had noticed that the unknown person had long black hair.

Becoming more confident at every hit, Cassandra kept on fighting following that instinct and every time the images became clearer. She could see a dark room with white walls, a sword of wood, and then her mind showed her a particular fragment of memory where she herself was fighting against the man of before, the man with long black hair and a deep voice. She heard his voice, she saw him fighting, she guessed that he had to be someone very dear to her, but she couldn't see his face, she couldn't stare at him in the eyes and recognize him. It was so frustrating.

She hit the akuma once again as in trance, then she felt two strong hands on her shoulders and she turned in alarm. It was Sokaro, and his face, his voice, ended the dream.

" That's enough, Cassandra." He said before literally disappearing. A second later the akuma had already been destroyed and he was replacing Madness. Cassandra stared back at him as if she was still lost in some kind of dream.

" I said that's enough," Sokaro repeated, " make that stupid expression disappear from your face right now, Cassandra."

" You're calling me by my name now. Have I got through the exam?" She asked, still half-dreaming. The general observed her in a strange way before confirming: " Yes, you have."

" Good." Was the only answer she was capable of. The images she had seen, the voice she had heard, everything that she had experienced in the last twenty minutes had made such an impression on her that it would be hard to describe with mere words. Especially the man she had seen, all the images were about him, he was the origin of everything that had happened that night and he was important, she knew this, he was very important to her. She just didn't have any idea of who he could be.

But she wanted to see him again, she wanted to find out who he was, she needed to, and for the sake of this she was ready to fight akuma with bare hands for the rest of her life.

…From the diary of Christine Leverrier…

5 April, 1743

This afternoon I met Road's uncle: Lord Tiky Mikk. Have I to confess it? I thought him to be a kind man about forty as Lord Cheryl, his brother, is, but I was completely wrong.

His carriage came at the manor at four and I and Road went to greet him. I must say that I was very curious and ready to admire him as I already do with Lord Cheryl and Lady Lulubell, but he didn't meet my expectations at all.

The man who descended from the carriage was young, twenty-two exactly, arrogant and… and terribly handsome. I'd lie if I said that I didn't remain breathless in front of his gorgeous features, and the smile he gave me! Seducing, conceited, self-confident and irresistible. I thought I was going to faint.

Still, I don't want to make you think that I'm love with him. Of course I was attracted by his look, but I don't like him at all. I almost despise him, truly. You'll be wondering why, since he's so handsome. It's not that he's not polite, he was courteous the most with me, it's just that his mysterious behaviour gives me a creepy feeling. When he looks at me he seems a predator staring at his prey, I feel in danger when I'm near to him, every sentence of his seems to have a double, obscure, meaning. It's absurd, but even words as "Goodnight" seem a threat when they come from his perfect lips.

I fear him, I don't like him at all, but I can't help but be charmed by this strange man. It's the middle of the night now, at least two hours have passed since I left him in the dining room, and yet I can't escape the feeling that he's still staring at me with that piercing, golden eyes of his. I never saw eyes like them before, if a close my eyes I can still see them in front of me, half-opened in an intelligent and voluptuous expression. I feel like I'm his prisoner. I've just met him and I already know the gorgeous features of his face as my own, I already know by heart his languid movements, his slender silhouette, the line of his shoulders, of his back, all these particulars are branded on my memory and I can't escape from them. Oh, God, I feel like I'm a stalker!

I carefully avoided looking at him whenever possible and yet, you see, it was useless, I fell under his spell. And the worst part is that he knows I'm attracted by him, he knows, it's clear, the self-confident, seducing expression he has when our eyes meet tells me this!

What a horrible man… I hate him! I don't want to se him ever again! He looks at me as if I'm a puppet in his hands, I hate it! I hate HIM! I don't want to meet him ever again… He's nothing like Lord Cheryl, I can't believe that those two are brothers. Lord Cheryl is a real gentleman, perfectly polite, reassuring, elegant, while Lord Tiky Mikk… Only writing his name gives me chills down to my spine. He's a predator, that's the best world to describe him, a feline with piercing golden eyes, dark skin, and lips which tempts you all the time. He radiates seduction.

But now I've to stop, I don't want to think about his haunting presence anymore or I won't be able to sleep at all this night (Though I seriously doubt I will anyway…).

Time to go to bed, my dear diary… I'll tell you more tomorrow night.

Confusingly Yours…

Christine Leverrier

April 6th, 1743

What a day! I can't believe that I survived… and whose fault do you think it is if my day was terrible? Of course it was Lord Tiky Mikk's fault! That womanizer! I know that words as such shouldn't come out from a lady's mouth, but he's so annoying that I'm going mad!

I must confess that the day itself started in a bad way: I was very sleepy because I hardly slept last night and in the few hours of rest I got I did nothing but dream about golden eyes… Anyway, I descended for breakfast and found all the family already seated. I excused myself for being late and "he" suddenly started to say something about how beautiful ladies use to make men wait. I smiled graciously at his insinuations though I wasn't sure that they were compliments and ate in silence until the always kind Lord Cheryl asked me about my family and the lifestyle I had in France. He did quite save me interrupting the awkward silence which had fallen in the room!

Then Road and I left and I must confess that I felt relieved to have the chance to get away from Lord Tiky Mikk. His simple presence confuses me. Anyway, as I said, we left and Road took me shopping in the most famous ateliers of London. Lady Lulubell accompanied us and we had a very pleasant morning with her. She has a wonderful taste and she gave us some precious advice for our dresses. I gave orders for a wonderful blue dress which I can't wait to see finished. I want to wear it the soonest! Road promised me to give a ball within a month, so I guess I'll wear it in that occasion…

The problems started in the afternoon. Road had piano lesson and I planned to remain and watch her though it would have been very boring for me (I play since I was four and I don't have any need for lessons anymore, I can play everything), but my program was blown up by the annoying Lord Tiky. He came in the way saying that I would have been surely bored by attending at Road's lessons and that it would have been a crime if I was to remain home when I still had all London to discover. So he offered himself to make me visit the city.

Obviously I refused (as if I could accept such an offer coming from a man towards whom I feel terribly attracted and scared at the same time), but he insisted. I said that he surely had more important things to do (an important man as him!), I plead him that it was not necessary for him to torture himself in such a way to make me happy (notice the irony…), but there was no way to dissuade him. The bastard. At the end he came to plead me and Lord Cheryl joined his insistence, so I HAD to accept.

And we left. Together. Just Lord Tiky and me. Alone. I was going to faint all the time. I'm not joking, that man is a danger for every woman, he's just too handsome and sexy for his own good! I almost died when he took my arm, I felt so hot that I was going to strip in the middle on London's streets. I swear, I'm not exaggerating, it's just the way he is: overwhelming.

I have always been a talkative, impudent girl and yet beside him I babbled all the time, almost unable to arrange a correct sentence. And while I was babbling and flushing he was there, staring at me with those piercing eyes, a seducing, amused smile painted on his lips. How have I hated him! He was actually enjoying my embarrassment, I know!

Every woman who passed by looked at me with jealousy and hatred, I clearly felt it, and normally I would enjoy beyond reason such a feeling, egocentric as I am, but today I was scared, confused, frightened. So unlike me… but that's a clear example of how Lord Tiky destabilize me. I don't even remember anything of what we saw today, the only thing I could see were his face, his eyes, the movement of his lips while he was talking… Oh, I continuously had to refrain from kissing him! And I know him only since yesterday.

Terrible, terrible, it's terrible, that man is terrible! It's not that he did something wrong, he acted as a perfect gentleman, it's just the strange intensity surrounding him, his deep voice, you can't help but be seduced by every word he says, by every expression on his face, by his languid movements. I never met someone as him before.

He's stunning. He says: "Are you feeling well, Miss?" and the tune of his voice is the same he'd have if he was saying:" I love you, darling". Do you understand what I mean when I say he's irresistible?

Still, I told myself to keep control and slowly, very slowly, I started to grow accustomed to his presence. For the end of the day I could almost have a normal conversation with him which is more than I could dream to obtain in just a day. We talked about Road (I discovered interesting things about her from him...hehe), about his diplomatic career, about London and the differences between England and France. He's been in France many times and I have to admit that his knowledge of French is optimal.

It was such a relief to hear my language now that I'm so far away from home that for a moment I was able to forget the thrills his voice usually gives me. I even started to think that maybe, just maybe, we could just become friends. Speaking with him I've found out that he isn't just handsome, he is funny and intelligent too, so I started to like his company, but I forgot: friendship between men and women can't exist, especially if the man we're speaking about is that gorgeous (The author does not agree with this though, but anyway…). And, infact, I had just started to feel at ease when he suddenly went dangerously near me and asked:

" So, do you like London?" An innocent question, if it wasn't that his voice was seductive the most and his face so near to mine that I could hear his breath on my cheek. His perfume, so masculine, made my mind numb and I barely found the control to answer with a weak: "Yes.". Thanks God that we were in the carriage in that moment and nobody saw us…

Anyway, at my answer Lord Tyki finally moved away and returned to his seat. Relieved, I managed to add:

" It's an interesting city. It's a real pity that it's often cloudy in this region."

" Often? Did you mean "always" perhaps?" he joked and we laughed at the same time.

Still, the atmosphere wasn't relaxed anymore. That strange intensity had returned. In spite of this, we kept on pretending that nothing had happened till we reached Kamelot Manor. Once we reunited with the rest of the family he kissed my hand gallantly and left me with one of his seductive smiles, without saying a single word. I must have made a strange face because Lord Cheryl said something about the strange effect Lord Tiky has on women.

I didn't see him at dinner and I have to admit that I missed him. I fear that I was wrong when I said that I've become accustomed to his presence: I've become addicted to him, which is different.

Oh, do you hear me, my diary? I've known him for two days and I already spoke as a romantic heroine! Next time I'll be complaining because he's far away and I'll swear that I can't live without him! Pathetic.

It's all his fault, I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He's joking with me, I know! Still, I miss him and it's been only three hours that I don't see him!

I'm so angry at myself. But I'm even angrier at him. Next time I see him I won't let him confuse me!

Christine Leverrier

April 7th, 1743

That bastard of Lord Tiky! He's gone! He's left for work and said nothing to me! Not that we have such a relationship that asks for him to tell me such things, but…

After yesterday I had expected to meet him today, during the night I had planned one thousand things I could do to defeat his influence on him, but when I woke up this morning a I found a note on my bedside table. It said:

" I would have been honoured to spend another day with you, Miss Leverrier,

but work calls me away. I hope to find you still here when I return.

Tiky"

What a message is that? And what's that signature "Tiky"? We barely know each other and you send me a message of the kind? That womanizer…

But where has he gone? When will he return? I wonder.

As you may easily imagined, such a message ruined my whole day, still I tried to be as cheerful as possible during the time I spent with Road even though his absence haunted me as a phantom. What the Hell is he?

Anyway, since "Tiky" wasn't there, I thought about concentrating on my mission. I asked something to Road about his family and their relationship in society, but I didn't found anything strange in her superficial answers. We passed a good day together, me and Road, we went riding all the day, but not even the horses could make me forget completely that he wasn't there. Damn him.

Author's notes- Stupid romance

So? It seems that Christine has gotten in a few troubles because of Tiky XD That seducing bastard… I'm going to have so much fun with those two! Please, review and tell me what you think of them.

Second point: Cassandra and Sokaro. They're another funny couple to write about, but there won't be space for a romance between them, both because Sokaro is completely insensible to women and because she's too taken by the mystery of her visions. Well, it's obvious who the man she's seen is, but she hasn't recognized him yet and it will be funny to see what face she'll make when she'll find out… ^^'

Third point: Bookman and Lavi. I said that Bookman wasn't going to see Lavi ever again, but these are only his intentions, not what will really happen, don't worry! The problem is that there are far too many characters in DGM and it's very difficult to handle them all at the same time, some of them will be left behind, there is no other way, and Bookman is one of those who'll disappear for a while.

Other characters that I haven't showed in a while are Cross and Maria and the third exorcists. For Cross and Maria you'll have to wait a lot, I fear, but I've planned a great return that will shock everyone, while the third exorcists will appear soon. I'm sorry that Marie, Miranda and Timothy actually don't exist in this fic, but I don't know what their role would be, so I prefer not to show them than to mix them in the story uselessly and ruin their characters.

Uff, sure this fic is difficult to carry on, I swear…

But it makes me so happy to imagine it and to see that writing in English becomes always easier for me…that it pays back every fatigue. Still, what makes me happy the most are reviews, when there are reviews…

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Goodnight…

Eris92