Lenalee looked around, searching for a certain someone that had gone missing. "Where did he run off to? Why would he run off when he knows that we have this and that to get done…," she thought in her mind while scurrying in a hurry to find them.

"Looking for me, Lenalee?" a soft-spoken voice cleverly rang out behind her.

She giggled, "Allen, you really do like to show up out of nowhere whenever I think that you have gone missing, don't you?" Her soft, tender lips then curved into a smile as she turned around to look at the snow white-haired teenager that she fell for.

"Maybe, maybe not," Allen chuckled with a masqueraded tone of voice just to tease around with Lenalee's mind.

"Hahaha, now then, where did we say were going to go?"

"Oh yes, we planned on heading over to a nearby town on our date. Wait, does Komui know of this?"

"Oh come on! You think Komui would actually accept the fact that I am finally dating someone? Especially with how he reacted that one time when he thought I was dating a Finder for no reason. He jumped to conclusions and literally tried everything to murder him," she explained while wagging her right hand's index finger.

"Oh yes, true, true…," Allen sweat dropped at the thought of Komui ever finding out that he himself was dating Lenalee… A very scary thought to be truthful… Allen shook it off and took Lenalee's left hand into his right hand held it.

Lenalee was taken aback by such sudden movements, but she smiled as soon as she realized what Allen had done. "Alright then, are you ready to go, Allen?" she looked up at him.

Allen nodded his head with a smile, "Yes, yes I am." Then, both Allen and Lenalee walked down the hall, heading out to their destination.

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Crowley was now down on his knees, for his legs had now given up from the number of stab wounds that they now retained. He panted in exhaustion, still trying to make sure he could get one of the blades. He captured two, but then others stretched out to stab him as soon as he did that. "There has to be a way out of this…," he thought in his mind as he breathed heavily.

He looked at the floor, seeing a strange blue liquid on the ground. It was almost like liquid sapphires… Was his blood now different due to the Insei Akuma blood he drank prior to initiating battle with the Vatican Council woman? He shook his head and struggled with standing up. He stopped as his eyes widened as he had just experienced an epiphany.

"The pattern of the attacks… They seem to be a bit too much in a cycle. They aim mostly for my legs rather than any other body part. Now I just need to remember which areas were pierced… If I remember correctly, they aim first for my left inner thigh, then my right shin, then my left ankle, then my left inner knee and finally, my right inner thigh last I checked for my legs… Once in a while, between those hits, the blades aim for a random part of my body just to throw me off so I can walk into a trap…," Crowley deduced.

A blade suddenly went flying towards Crowley's right shoulder, directly from behind him. Next, he whirled around, throwing his left hand at it. His left hand then wrapped around the blade, leaving an open, yet bleeding wound in his clenched hand. Nevertheless, he succeeded in grabbing the blade. He looked around, keeping himself ready for in case of a counter attack.

Another blade flew out from behind him, emitting from the darkness. The blade flew towards his left hand's shoulder, so he used his epiphany on the blades' pattern to quickly move and grab the other blade with his right hand. That was it, the limited number of blades had been reached; two blades. Slowly, both the blades were beginning to pull hard, almost as if trying to force their way out of his hands.

The darkness then engulfed him as soon as the blades dragged him into the darkness. He thought, "It looks like I can now get out of here…" The light of the outside world reached out to him and he leaped at it, flying towards it. Whatever was waiting for him on the other side was probably ready to attack, so he prepared his claws to tear the opponent asunder when needed as soon as he leapt out.

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As soon as Crowley emerged from the darkness with several scars on his body, he caught a glimpse of the Vatican traitor he was fighting. "So you really were waiting out here for me, how sweet!" he chuckled lightly at the sight of her and immediately swung his left clawed hand at the traitor.

The Vatican member quickly pulled back, leaping away from Crowley's claw swing immediately, staying away from the attack.

"So you dodged, huh… That means that was going to be dangerous…," Crowley looked at the traitor with a smirk written on his face. He then took fight stance once again, readying for battle.

"Dumb ass, you forget that in order to not get killed, you have to dodge, which I can see you have not done while you were in Shadow Pierce," the Vatican member sighed and adjusted their hood. Next, the Vatican member grabbed their sleeves and immediately tore them off, revealing their arms. On both of the member's arms bore black tattoos that were shaped differently.

On the right was randomly scattered ones, meanwhile the left seemed to have a shape. The shape was like an orb shape with several marks that appeared to have points were flying at the black orb tattoo. "Now then, Aleister Crowley, sever… Now and forever…," the person said in soft whisper as the tattoos both glowed with ferocity. Suddenly, the person's arms both then were slowly turning black, as if it were a flesh disease originating from the tattoos.

Next, she swung his left arm at Crowley and then focused, pointing her left arm at him. Her left palm was revealed, revealing a strange, Roman Numeral that was written in white. It represented the number; seven. What could have possibly meant? "Hell Flare," the person said softly as a ball of Dark Matter-like energy formed at the palm, now covering up the mark.

Crowley did not see that mark, so he ran towards the opponent that was now readying an orb of Dark Matter-like energy. He immediately then began to run deliberately around the opponent in complete circles. Slowly, his speed then began to increase, running faster than any human could ever hope to imagine in their own lifetimes.

The Vatican member kept a watch for Crowley. They thought, "His speed's too great… I am going to have to hypothesize where he will be next in order to land a hit on him. If not, then I might lose here…" Quickly, they whirled around in a complete three-hundred sixty degree rotation and pulled their left arm back. Next, she thrust her arm forward, sending that blast of purple energy forth.

The energy exploded on contact with the ground after the Vatican councilmember saw a silhouette of Crowley in the same location as that explosion of energy expanded. "I WIN!" the person laughed a maniacal laughter and then sudden silence, as if something surprising had silenced them.

"Why are you looking that way?" Crowley's voice came to a whisper from behind the Vatican councilmember. He then swung his claws, now aiming for the kill since the opponent was now unguarded.

The member immediately whirled and attempted to leap back to step away from Crowley's attack, but it was much too late. Crowley had slashed up from her chest to the hood. The ferocity of the attack however was what pushed her back, sending her flying away. He looked at his hand, seeing blood on it. He sniffed it… This blood… it smells… familiar…

The opponent slammed against a nearby tree and coughed blood as soon as their body made impact against the tree harshly. The wind gently blew, and Crowley looked to his now befallen opponent. All he needed was just one more slice at the opponent and that was it, the fight would be over and he would be faced off with the other traitor… He walked over to the opponent.

The wind gently blew, Crowley's Exorcist uniform gently flowing with the wind. He looked at the person whom he had just knocked into a tree several seconds ago. The wind was batting at the person's hood. A silhouette of blond hair could be seen escaping from the person's hood and blowing with the wind gently. The wind finally pushed the hood back, and Crowley's eyes then opened with complete surprise.

No way… impossible…

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Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-man

Author's Note: Sorry, I got a bit lazy and I am slightly sick. I was going through my five stages of depression yet again, so I am okay right now. I will probably post again later. Again, sorry for whomever was concerned why I did not update.