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Backstory of Noct, like I said, reapers are easier and more fun to write. And also an extra when Noct learns that Rilliane decide to become a main senior. I thought it would be a nice detail, seeing that they are going to appear a bit more in the next couple of chapters.

I know that I am dashing out short story after short story but they are more easy to write than the around 10,000 word main chapter.

Next one is probably going to be on Karasuma

I'm going to do the review reply again, an extra sorry gift for the long wait.

SnowyOtakuKitten from chapter one; Thank you reading this and I'm glad that you enjoy this. I am planning to have a drunk Gakushu sometime later and I even got a costume planned for him. Cough*Sexy Hetalia Bartender*Cough

Naliyu from chapter 36; Ikeda is such a fun and funny character to write with XD Feel free to suggest any ideas for that comedic possibly.

ShinobiShinigami58 from chapter 33; Aren't we so cruel to Gakuhou Asano, too bad that Ikeda doesn't even remember him.

Angie200116 from chapter 14; Maybe, what I want to know how Allen disappeared the way he did. Rilliane died when she was 17 and Allen at the time would had been 7 through Rilliane's account. Then how did a 7 year old boy managed to travel from America to Japan? And also have many of his records of identification vanished or erased. It is quite a mystery.

The Caged Canary

Back in the day before many reapers woke up from a sleep they never thought they would again in the halls of the Department. Before the Great Wars or the colonies gaining their independence. Long before Gakushu committed his unforgivable sin or was even born, one had done so as well.

And this one joined the ranks of the Department at ten years old. He whose hair is dark as night and eyes once shone the colour of the deep ocean blue.

Noct was a sickly child, bed-ridden and guilt-ridden in his human life. He was one of four sons and the youngest of six in the family of highest nobility. His voice seemed to be blessed by the angels, it was the same of his gentle beauty. Black hair soft as silk, his pale white skin like porcelain made him look like he was out of this world and lost. Almost angelic in a way.

His only friend was a servant that tended to his every needs, a boy with almond blonde hair and eyes of the forest. Someone who was only three years older of Noct.

Noct would like to describe himself to be a canary, small and fragile, a gentle voice with the need to sing. He was a caged canary, his home and room was a cage, he needed to be watched over of his every move as if he would hurt himself with a small toy block.

Like a caged canary, through his selfishness and his clouded mind, he thought that his servant and friend Ignis would be freed with his death.

But how to do it was the question. He was stuck in his room, so he couldn't go into the kitchen and grab a knife or some poison. And if he tried, he'd just be caught and sent back to his room if he could walk at all with his leg braces before collapsing. A noose also was out of the question, as dear Noct could barely even walk or properly stand. The muscles in his legs had shrunken due to no exercise, and he could only take two steps before falling.

Then one day, his prayers were answered when his mansion was broken into. The robbers were paid by a jealous nobleman, who envied his parents' wealth. One such robber came to his bedroom, thinking that the boy was asleep, but clearly he wasn't.

"What is it that you want?" The 10 year old boy spoke of the person in shadow. Obviously, he surprised the robber as he jumped, he sharply turned around and was held at gunpoint.

But Noct had no fear, he knew what he wanted. He glanced over the person with his deep blue eyes with an unreadable expression.

"You didn't see anything." The robber growled, holding his gun tight. "This is only a dream kid, you are only dreaming."

"Then what am I looking at? Because I'm seeing an old looking man clad in dark clothing with a weapon aimed at me, in the middle of my bedroom." Noct slyly spoke back, and the masked man bit his lip, bested by a child. Not exactly the greatest thing to boast about.

"It's not like I could do anything anyway with these legs of mine. So tell me, what is it that you want?" He asked once more.

"You nobles." The robber darkly muttered with annoyance, he lowered his gun and ran his free hand back through his dark red-purplish hair. Noct observed his robber and found an empty dirty sack in his other hand.

'Oh, I know now.' Noct being a bright boy, he quickly connected the dots.

"Ah, you want money? Take what you want, and shall we make a trade to be fair?" The boy proposed, and the robber looked at him, confused.

'What on God's name?' That was the thought that immediately came to the robber's head. "For what?" The robber asked with confusion. 'What a strange boy...'

"Your gun." Noct bluntly answered, he watched as the robber visibly paled and was surprised by his request.

And before the robber would obviously say no, he continued. "It is not for you. It is I who want to die. And don't worry for your hands to be stained in red, I will do the deed myself."

"Why? Why die when you have everything you need? Clothes, food, a roof over your head, and anything that can be bought with money." The robber asked, frustration and confusion mixed in his voice.

"How old are you kid?" The older male asked, he retightened his grip on his weapon.

Noct showed and ten fingers on both of his hands to the robber. "Ten."

If this were any other situation, say that the man wasn't robbing Noct's rich home and if his life wasn't in the dumps. The robber would had awed from the cuteness leaking from Noct.

"Damn it kid." The robber uttered.

"Language." Noct said with a bit of cheek and the older male ignored this response.

"You barely lived out your life." The dark red-purplish hair said.

"But I'm sick. This house is my only world, or better yet this room is, as I can't set off outside of my home before my legs starts to bruise." Noct explained solemnly, and the robber's grip loosened slightly, showing pity.

"It won't be long before my throats bleeds and I lose my last purpose to this earth." Noct said with sadness in his tone before he started to cough. The robber looks around and saw the many instruments that only the rich could afford and play.

'... I see.' The robber knew what he was talking about.

"I am the canary in a golden cage, what is it to a bird who can't fly free into the blue sky?" Noct asked of the robber, in a dream-like dance as he looked up to the ceiling. "A canary who leeches on his family and friend."

"So please, give me the gun. Get anything valuable in this room, I also have a box of jewels by the bedside, there is a secret passage at that trap door that will lead to the outside." Said trapdoor was one that Noct used when he was a bit younger and slightly healthier to sneak outside with help of his leg braces. No one knew of it except for him, but as his condition got worst, it was left to collect dust.

"Are you sure? Do you really want this?" the robber asked, his voice wavering slightly. The 10 year olds he encountered were bratty and rude, like any other typical child, hell this robber was once like that but this one… This was different. A maturity that was embedded into him, with a hint of suffering, regret, and happiness.

He was an adult in a child's body, and that broke the robber's heart. The boy with deep blue eyes and a halo of black hair grew up too fast.

"Truly?" The man almost choked.

"Yes, I have for a long time. With my death, my father, my brothers and sister, and my friend Ignis will be freed from the burden that is my useless body." Noct strongly reaffirmed, never once did his voice wavered.

Noct felt saddened when he saw by the corners of those eyes where tears starting to form. Seeing as the robber was very uncomfortable and would probably not give him the gun, with shaky hands, he pulled the covers of his bed away and placed his feet on the floor. They were just bones and skin with barely any muscle, but he hefted himself off the bed.

"Kid..." the robber whispered, he knew by the boy's word that he could no longer walked and he saw it with his eyes by the state of the boy's legs. Small, thin and donned with purple. The boy tiredly and shakily pointed at the piano. The robber knew what he must do, so he carried the boy with great care and gentleness over to the ebony piano and carefully seated him at the posh leather stool.

They reached the piano that was close by and sat on the bench, sighing in relief as he didn't have to walk.

"Thank-you so much." The boy smiled at the man.

"Don't mention it kid." The robber said, already trusting the boy that he won't cause a loud noise of disturbance. But both also knew that no-one will come here in the dead of night, down the long and far hall where his bedroom was the only room.

Noct shuffled himself so that he sat at the near end of the bench, he patted the free spot of seat, non-verbally asking him to take a seat. And so the robber did, he sat next to the small boy but he sat in the opposite direction. Where his back faced the instrument.

Positioning his hands properly, Noct looked to the man and gave him a smile.

"To ease your mind... will you listen to my song?"

"-Noct, Noct wake up." A familiar voice called out, groggily Noct woke up, and he was resting over one the cafeteria's long table at one of the countless food courts of the Department.

"… Iggy? Is that you?" He asked as he turned his head in direction of the voice to the side. He wondered why his visual was so blurred, after his mind started to clear from the nap he just had, he realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses.

"Yes." His friend replied, he hovered above the boy and gently placed his glasses back on. The world became clear once again, no longer did he saw a messy blend of blacks and whites, and he instead saw the crisp and clean lines of his friend. Who wore a tight-fitting European style suit, with a dark purple dress shirt underneath with no tie and his collar unbuttoned.

Noct would blush at the sight of his friend's defining collarbone, but he couldn't in fear of a certain Gretel would be nearby and how his friend would react. Before he could focus on staring his friend any longer, he asked "What's for lunch?"

"A chicken Caesar salad." Ignis quickly answered, as he pushed back his glasses and make his way to his seat to face opposite to Noct.

"Oh come on!" Noct pouted, he looked to Ignis with puppy-dog eyes, he was so adorable looking that anyone else who fall to his whim. He hoped that Ignis this time around would fall as well as he begged.

"Noct." Ignis looked back with a serious look, looking as if he wasn't going to be affect by the power of cuteness. They stared at each other for a few minutes, the atmosphere was getting uncomfortable.

"I'm going to get my own lunch." Noct said as he rose from his seat. The almond haired boy would had been glad that he was no longer having a staring contest with his long-time friend, although strangely he felt his chest tightened a bit the moment eye contact broke.

That or because Noct didn't want to eat what he brought for him.

"I promise you that I will treat you at Bottega Louie, all the macaroons and cake you want."

"I have the money you know." Noct retorted back but Ignis had a trump card up his sleeve.

"… Together." For some reason, Noct loves to eat with other people, extra points if it was Gretel of himself. Although Ignis logically pinned it to a childhood habit and he wasn't complaining about it one bit.

Now to stop that fluttering sensation in his heart whenever he was around the young boy. God forbid Gretel commenting on this.

"Fine." Noct finally gave in and he sat back down, he glared at his salad as if it will burst into flames. He stabbed a leaf of lettuce, after a moment of hesitation he shoved it into his mouth.

"That's the spirit." Ignis chuckled before he dug into his own lunch as well. "What did you dreamed? It seems that you were in a deeper sleep."

"Just about Mr Robber." Noct grumbled as he nibbled on the spinach with an endearing and adorable face. There was some silence and he looked up, his friend had a dark glint in his eyes and the lens flashed dangerously.

He looked down and saw that the fork was horribly deformed as Ignis released his fist. "Iggy?"

"If I ever find his reincarnated form, I swear that I will give a beating for giving you that gun." Ignis declared and he went on to calmly eat his lunch with a new fork.

"Iggy…"Noct whispered, he didn't like how Ignis blamed on the robber that night, he only complied with his selfish wish and it was Noct's choice to take his own life.

Ignis felt his heart shattered by the change of tone in Noct's voice and he quickly changed the subject. "Have you heard, Rilliane decided to become a main senior?" And he felt a wash of relief when the look of Noct's eyes changed.

"She does have a similar motherly feel as to An, I kind of expected it to be honest." The dark haired boy answered, he wasn't that surprised giving her character, he just hoped that her junior didn't end up with a possessive trait as seen with Ikeda and An.

Although An never noticed a thing and found Ikeda to be merely adorable. Johnny has some tough competition in hand.

"So, who is it?"

"Don't know, he just arrived today and he hasn't woke up yet."

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