D. Gray-man: Alternate Universe? Try Time Travel!:


Chapter 28


AN: Wazzup readers? I've been meaning to apologise for not updating as soon as was possible. To write a chapter a week is more or less all I've been capable of writing recently, unfortunately. I also apologise if Allen seems OOC at the end of the chapter. That's just my interpretation of how he'd act in such a situation as the one he's currently in; that being Adam missing and him incapable of doing anything for the time being.

I want to thank LoneWolf685 for his/her encouragement towards writing, so I'd just like to dedicate this chapter especially to him/her.

So yeah, thanks for all the fav's, the follow's, and the reviews. You all have kept me going. I won't forget this.


"Is….that a fact…" Words escaped me as the Earl's words poured into me. He explained many experiments in excruciating detail to me, each experiment more gruesome than the last.

2nd Exorcists (Which had me mentally singing the FMA: B opening 'Rain' all the while.), their planned project 3rd Exorcists, their attempts at cloning (AN: I apologise for this AN so quickly into the story but I'd like to explain some things. I will be making fictional events in the storyline as long as I deem them needed. A good plot or storyline is achieved via an extremely interweaved arcs and character pasts/present/future. Therefore, if I believe that someone like Leverrier would do a certain action, I will add said action if it adds to the plot. I'm more or less foreshadowing cloning. Will it be soon? Possibly. Will it ever happen? Most certainly. The second and final thing I wanted to say was the simple fact that whilst you all may have a theory as to what the memories Adam is experiencing are, trust me when I say that that isn't his only concern. There are far more devious things at work here than merely Noah memories.) and their attempts at time travel, which I have first-hand experience that they won't make until the day I test it out a hundred odd years from now. Basically, everything.

Of course, the Earl ran through the chicken experiments, which I could only remember with the same horror as last time I heard of the atrocities committed against chickens. I'll put it this way; I laugh at a person getting turned into an Akuma, and I found the stories scary beyond belief. The Earl remembered them with delight however. There were the parts which we both ended up laughing at, as would any person with a sense of humour such as mine, and his, would do.

I do not believe most would stomach what I called 'comedy gold', so for sanity's sake I will not mention it. Ever.

…But as a precautionary measure, so that no one ever asks, it involves amputees, cancer, and brutally murdering a rabbit with a butterknife.

I am dead serious.

And yes, that pun was my attempt at associating this memory with pain.

Obviously, speaking to the Millennium Earl, and hearing pretty much every reason to hate the Order ever, would take a hell of a lot out of anyone. Therefore, immediately after the Earl finished explaining I asked if I could have spare time to think his offer over, to which he agreed.

Deafening seconds of silence after the Earl closed the door to the room I was in later, I sighed. I sighed again, only louder a couple seconds later. This pattern continued until sighing had turned into shouting of profanity of all colourful languages (I was swearing in all languages I knew swear words in, basically – Adam)(You wouldn't believe the amount of words Servant has in his colourful vocabulary – Baron)(You wouldn't believe the amount of Child Porn is in his room – Adam)(Why where you in my room? – Baron)(I think the better question is why you didn't deny the accusation – Adam)(… - Baron) and I ended up saying things too random to be coherent.

"FUCING (Yes, I yelled the word 'fucing' (Pronounced 'fuce-ing') at the top of my lungs instead of 'fucking'. Problem?) VOETSAK FOKOF QALAB WIGHEK AIRY FIC KAWED ROOH ENTAK YA KAHBA YA MIBOUN KHOSH FI TEIZI KANNST DU DICH BITTE SCHLEICHEN MOOOOOOO MOTHERFUCKING MOO OH LOOK I'M A FUCKING COW AND I'M FUCKING SAYING MOO BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO -deep breath-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! QUACK! QUACK! ANIMAL FUCKING NOISES TO THE EXTREME! FUCKING MEOW! MEOW! MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! PRETZELS AND DEEZ NUTS IN A FUCKING BLENDER ON FUCKING FIRE WITH JESUS AS THE TOPING AND ABRAHAM LINCOLN AS THE HAM SINCE IT'S OBVIOUS HE REALLY WAS ONE! (He has the word ham in his name! What other proof do you need? – Adam) LOOK AT YOUR CEILING! NOW BACK TO ME! BACK AT YOUR CEILING! NOW BACK TO ME! I'M ON A FLOOR!" And with that I fell onto the floor, cuddled into the fetal position in the corner, still seething with anger but temporarily sedated for now.

I couldn't tell you the length of time I spent on the floor; only by the time I stopped internally debating over the Earl's offer the sunlight pouring in had stopped, and was replaced by a low-level amount of moonlight. Amongst the warring sides of my mind deciding what plan would be best for escape if need be additionally in my mind, I noticed that the whole time I had been staring inattentively at the door. More than likely waiting for the Earl and/or Tykki to come in and kill me, despite the Earl's offer having the chance that he talked to his other family members and told them to eliminate for the time being their feelings of anguish towards me attached to it.

I groaned (Which HURT) as I touched my throat. It was burning from the amount of shouting I did. I needed a glass of water, something, anything that would stop the utter agony plaguing my oesophagus. I reluctantly removed myself from my corner, the Adorner as I had nicknamed it literally that second, and walked with a steady but anxious pace towards the bathroom. Or what I assumed was the bathroom, given that it would explain what the random door opposite of the entrance was. Upon opening the door, I discovered my assumptions were right; a fully-fledged bathroom was inside of the room. I face palmed when I realised that there were no glasses in the bathroom, after all, why would there be?

I couldn't grumble profanities at my own stupidity, obviously, but I did the next best thing. I created a flame clone that did for me, and let him disperse after it was all said and done. Logic (Protocol – Adam) dictates action, of course.

Stop looking at me like that. I'm not crazy. YOU'RE CRAZY!

I realised before long that I was staring at the entrance, and my exit, if I truly intended to get a glass of water, hesitant to leave. I stroked my face, incapable of sighing due to agony, and took one unimaginably reluctant step forward.

I stopped before I took the second step towards the door. I had two options. One of them being waiting here until, something happens I guess, and the other being to go outside and get a glass of water. Whilst the foremost is the most boring of both, chances are if I decide to leave, I might meet Tykki again, and if I do, I can say bye-bye to all my internal organs, which includes my sack since Tykki does seem like the type to effectively take 'payment' for 'services administered over a longer period of time than needed.' Maybe he was a banker in a previous life, a serial killer or both.

So, sack removed or monotony, so hard to choose…it's unballsable, the choice I mean. It's like a big ol' stick of wood, and it's pretty hard to break it apart into sections and work the individual shafts into one almighty climax of a single answer; the prickly one, but none the less right one.

Dick.

Man pride jokes aside, I actually managed to come to a decision, a decision I was pretty sure at the time I would regret but went ahead with anyway. Heh, no sack removal no game, right?

I was two steps away from the door when I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, and quirked an eyebrow. "Is anyone else getting a sense of déjà vu? No? So it's just me. Alright then." I rasped.

I breathed in deeply and stole a glance both ways before crossing the threshold of the door, tiptoeing just to be on the safe side. To anyone watching, it might have resembled a scene from The Mask, in which the man with the mask (Jim Carry played him but for the life of me I can't remember his name) was tiptoeing like an idiot through the hallways of the hotel he was in. Personally, I find idiot offensive; I believe, 'sensibility challenged' to be better.

So, acting like a complete and utter sensibility challenged person as I walked through the halls, I managed to reach, despite mindless wandering, the kitchen in no time. I suspected Baron's memories had guided me, but he was silent the whole time, so he didn't give me any clarification.

I just managed to acquire a glass from a cupboard, and was sneaking back when I couldn't stop myself from having the sensation of someone watching me. I gave a fleeting glance over my shoulder only to be met by emptiness. I could have sworn…

THUMP.

"OW! WHAT THE Hell…." My voice dropped dramatically in pitch and volume as I saw who I had bumped into.

Officer Moore Hesse.

Now, from information ascertained from both Baron and the future telling documents, I could deduce, with reasonably accuracy what Noah Moore probably was. And let me tell you; it wasn't the Noah of comfort or love or cuddles or something equally queer.

She was the Noah of Wrath, which meant that in any second she would be trying to kill me.

I believe a profanity is in order.

"Shit." I barely managed to get out before I stood up, and calmly backed away. Moore still looked dazed, before it donned on her and her face twisted in anger.

"HEY! YOU BUMPED INTO ME YOU INDIGNANT ASS! COME OVER HERE AND APOLOGISE RIGHT NOW!"

Did she learn the definition of indignant on the back of a candy wrapper?

Her words didn't slow me down the slightest bit; I quickly dashed back the way I came, towards my more or less room for the time being.

Cue the sound of footsteps pursuing me.

This only caused me to run faster; nothing like having the threat of the worst beating of your life to get you running and the adrenaline pumping.

I blurred around the corner and continued sprinting; but my pursuer was always an equal distance behind me, no matter what I did. Moore was more than likely higher on the endurance tree, as any second now I was going to slow down and she was going to keep running after me at the same speed, until we met. And I don't know about you, but I prefer having a cerebral cortex.

Soon enough, my body was slowing down as I dashed around another corner, and continued in my desperate attempt to escape. Although, if I could just get her to be around the corner at the same time I hide in my room, then I could effectively escape…

I put my haphazardly done plan into fruition, and moved through the halls towards my room. I arrived faster than you could say "OMFG I'M BEING CHASED BY A CRAZY BITCH" and led her around the corner, smiling as I opened the door and closed it quietly but quickly. I listened attentively to the sound; dead set in believing my heart was going to give me away with how loud it was thumping.

Footsteps…..several more as she ran by the door…

…Silence…

…Silence…

…Footsteps, slower this time…going towards the door…

…Silence…

…Silence…

…Footsteps, leading away from the door…

…Silence…

…Silence…

…Silence…

…Silence…

…Silence…

I breathed out a breath I didn't realise I was holding and backed off from the door. That was close, she almost found me. Hopefully she doesn't just burst through the door. I glanced at the door before returning my sight to the room. Huh, I've jinxed myself and nothing has happened. Thank Christ. That was clo-

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHU MPTHUMPTH-CRASH!

You know what, Christ can suck my ass, and he can have a three-way with Moses whilst he's at it. It appears fate just needed a good ol' second press of the button to royally screw me over.

Staring at Moore's hulking frame as the dust gradually dissipated, I came to realise just how FUCKED I was. Here was the Noah of Wrath, angrier than a wasp left after a one night stand, about to rip me several new ones. And not necessarily just for my ass.

A hand came into view, and I closed my eyes as I waited for the eventual head and spine ripped out-ness.

…Instead, I could feel a warm, firm hand on my shoulder. Wha-

"WHY DID YOU RUN INSTEAD OF APOLOGISE!? ANSWER ME THAT YOU LITTLE EXORCIST SNOB!"

If she was going to hurt me, it wasn't showing. She was still as a rock, angry as a wasp but still as a rock regardless. I blinked before I realised that I might have misjudged her. Maybe she really isn't the Noah of Wrath. Or maybe she just isn't as violent as people make her out to be.

Well, some people.

In my defence, all Noahs of Wrath I met had sticks up their asses that they removed and used to beat people to death with on a daily basis.

Yeah, sure Baron. You just keep telling yourself that. And I'm sure that there is such a thing as souls trapped in living people. I'll bet you five bucks that that'll never be true.

Hm…deal. How about five bucks that we'll meet clones?

Five bucks that we won't? Deal. A fiver that we do something awesome by the end of the ark arc?

That is also a deal; in the sense that I bet five against it. What about a plot twist involving Allen and your past?

I bet against that also. Five moolah that I don't end up with Lenalee.

Five that you do. Another five that you end up with me.

I'm sorry WHAT?!

You admitted that you were bi-curi-

SLIGHTLY bi-curious Baron, SLIGHTLY. Doesn't mean I'm just going to start handing out free happy endings like a man-whore. What kind of suave man do you take me for?

The one that's completely full of himself.

…What were we talking about again?

I don't know. I'm just continuing this conversation because there is something I've been meaning to talk about.

Oh? And what is that? Plot development?

Pfft, you wish. I've been meaning to talk about the times in which our first conversations took place.

During the courtroom, and a bit before that, yeah, what about it?

During your false trial, I mentioned that you must have remembered Rhode from my memories. I have recently realised that this must be wrong.

Why?

My knowledge is yours; not the other way around. It must have been something about you that remembered Rhode. Simple.

And now we're back to arguing that I've somehow met Rhode before, in the future/past. I heard you the first time Baron and after all this time I still find it just as unlikely. I like to think I'd remember meeting someone so madly in love with me.

One would imagine that you of all people understand the impossibility; given that you are just what again? A time traveling Exorcist that also happens to be the reincarnation of the 1st apostle?

…I see your point, Baron. But I thought I'd just let you know that children probably shouldn't be able to see it, all legal things considered, if you know what I mean.

Has the humour really dried up to the point in where you have no choice but to call me a paedophile twice within the same chapter?

I think so. That, and I just died a little of the inside. BRB, killing self.

Same here. Bye.

You probably get the idea about notes and conversation endings.

A certain sensibility challenged individual aside, Moore was glaring at me harshly, and her grip tightened considerably. I yelped in pain and knelt as I could practically feel my shoulder being shattered into pieces, bit by bit.

"APOLOGISE FOR BUMPING INTO ME! APOLOGISE!" At this point, a fist collided into my face with each 'apologise' asked of me. "APOLOGISE! APOLOGISE! APOLOGISE! APOLOGISE! APOLOGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS E!" At the last, overly enunciated 'ise' in apologise, she went to town on my face, and I could only form a flame barrier in defence. (Well, that escalated quickly – Adam)

It didn't last long, and neither did my consciousness. Pretty soon during the barrage, I was noticing the edges of my visions begin to contract towards the centre, and briefly panic washed over me as I realised that I was close to passing out. Honestly, I need a membership discount for 'Unconscious 'r' us' so that I can get a free sub for every dozen times I pass out. Ooooh, maybe even a fifty percent off of my medical bill for the next haemorrhage I obtain. That'd be pretty sweet. Maybe even a Kiss Kasket if push comes to shove. I love livin', but this makes the alternative look pretty damn good.

Nothing seemed to faze her; no matter how many weapons my flames conjured and utilised, they did nothing beyond damaging her clothing. If anything, it gave her the appearance of being more pissed off than previously. As her fist struck yet again, the blackness was almost all consuming, and I made one last item to stop her.

A flame replica of the Millennium Earl.

Cue Baron helping me with adjusting the voice to be an exact copy.

"My, my~~. Moore, didn't I mention that I wished the newest member not to be harmed?" Tone, pitch, tempo, Baron and I had his voice down pat. Now, to just get her off of me. "Release him. Now." The flame replica said forcefully.

Moore nearly jumped out of her skin and quickly let go of my shoulder, letting me flop to the ground, undignified as I played the part of the hapless victim. "L-L-Lord Millennium, I had forgotten. Please forgive me."

The mass of Innocence and flames and innocence flames, which were recoloured and made in such a way that you couldn't under normal circumstances tell the difference between it and the original, sighed, and replied "It's quite alright, Moore. Just make sure that it doesn't happen again. I'll have the maids clean up the mess, and I'll see to Adam myself." Moore was hesitant for a second before she left, tail between her legs, for god knows where.

Milliseconds after Moore disappeared, the flame clone did likewise, and my conscious followed suit.

Was a glass of water really too much to ask for?

~IN THE FUTURE…SORT OF~

Allen was eagerly anticipating a meet he had in the next few minutes, that much he was certain. The more than likely death of his best friend Adam, (I would be touched if Baron wasn't already attempting to do so – Adam) as after all, who knew what that psychopathic girl by the name of Rhode would do to a prisoner, had left Allen feeling…hollow, and not for the first time in his life. It was a feeling akin to the same feeling he had when Mana passed, only less…everything, if he to put it in words. Less pain, less aching, less longing.

Less feeling.

It took a smidge of time before the effects of Adam's disappearance truly set into Allen's mind, but once it did, it was as stubborn as its apparent victim. No comforting words from Lenalee could truly ease him. No reasoning from Komui could dissuade Allen's feelings of responsibility; no amount of shouting from Kanda to get over it could force Allen out of his own mental torture room of accusations. Nothing was helping, even the slightest bit. But Allen really couldn't complain, at least in front of Lenalee. After all, it was obvious that Lenalee was in worse shape than Allen. Far worse shape than Allen. He had held steadfast and not shed a tear over Adam; the fires of determination to get him back holding strong for at least a few hours after Adam was gone, compared to Lenalee, of whom had been crying mercilessly since he was taken from them. No, not taken. That makes it sound like he's already dead. Allen surmised. He might still be alive. It's like he said, we don't know what the Noah do with their prisoners.

Allen's optimism was all that sustained his fiery determination to get Adam back now.

Allen was exercising; balancing on a single finger, whilst simultaneously equalizing on a chair, which was squaring on a single leg. To prime Allen's skills, he needed not to practice on a chair in and of itself; he needed to balance, whilst balancing, whilst balancing. He had to push himself. He had to push himself farther than ever before, if he was ever going to try and defeat Rhode and the mysterious Noah clan to save his friend, Adam. The way he saw it, he had no choice.

Hold on tight, Adam. Allen thought as he pushed himself to his 301st push-up, or whatever you could call his unique type of 'up'. I'm coming for you.

I'll save you, I swear it.

~FLASHFORWARD (No, not the show dumbass)~

Allen was in Komui's office; waiting, anxiously for Bookman to arrive and explain what the 'Clan of Noah' were, exactly. To explain why he hadn't met earlier; Allen's injuries proved to be far more serious than believed originally, and so he needed to be transported to HQ to be treated properly. Allen had snuck out of the medical ward when his body stopped aching, and began his training to save Adam. The Head Nurse had turned diabolical in her attempts at getting Allen back to the medical ward to rest, such as actually asking Komui to make another Komrin to knock Allen out and bring him back, as all Allen was doing was reopening his wounds and effectively resting all the work that had done healing him. Allen tried his best to ignore the agony for as long as he could, but after his third day of training/avoiding capture from his own allies, his body failed him and he passed out. The Head Nurse had strapped Allen to the bed that time; and he had no choice but to comply. The anaesthesia prevented Allen from turning his arm into a claw and slicing away the restraints. It didn't stop him from trying; he had the subsiding pain to prove that he had tried to form his weapon, and ended up with an abomination, during his confinement to prove so.

The Bookmen had been incapable of coming back to the Order to elaborate on what the 'Clan of Noah' earlier as Akuma had slowed down their trip to nothing more than a crawl. Bookman, being as secretive a man as he was, refused to explain on a phone. Understandable, as Komui had remarked, a man with as much experience as him would undoubtedly become paranoid by now. That hadn't stopped Allen's anger that Bookman had denied him information until later on just for his own personal feelings from seething however, but Allen had stayed quiet for Lenalee's sake.

Not this time. Bookman was going to tell him, he had to…

The door opened, and an old man in an Exorcist uniform, with a younger teenaged looking boy with flowing red hair, stepped in. The boy followed shortly after.

The red haired kid took notice of Allen's expression, and smiled as he leaned against Komui's desk, the old man taking to standing stock still close to a wall opposite to him. "Lighten up kid, we're all friends here. Now, what is that you want to know about the Clan of Noah?"


AN: Again, apologies if Allen is OOC. Lotta foreshadowing, heh. Gotta love it.

See you next chapter guys/gals.

Bye.