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Branching off the main cannon line. Since we all know what goes on with Allen's group, I'll just focus more on Dem's group. And also some minor corrections, General Klaud Nyne is spelt 'Nine', not 'Nyne' as I previously did. *Sigh* Different scanlations have different spelling.
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The damp morning air of Spain pressed down on the pavement. Even with the Order's coat on, Desdemona could still feel the cold penetrating through her clothing. Spanish mornings are unlike those of England, where she grew up. It is much less foggy.
Another major difference was the people. The people here have a much more fiery personality than those of England, who were strict and reserved. Walking down the street leading away from the station, the first things you notice will be the amount of bars there were. Huge liquor lists were placed at nearly every door. The vibrant atmosphere was created by the music flowing through the air.
Two drunken men, supporting each other, stumbled out from a nearby bar. One of them was still holding a bottle of liquor. They laughed, sang (pretty off-tune) and drank as they stumbled away out of sight. Desdemona followed them with her eyes. Drinking this early in the morning? More like they spent the whole night in there.
Back to business. The girl scanned the area around her, nothing was familiar. Gwen, Tina and Sol told her to meet them at some café but all she could see were bars. She felt around her coat pocket with her right hand until she found a piece of paper. She took it out, unfolded it and referred to the location indicated, Angry Bull: café on Station Parade. There was a small sketch, obviously Sol's handiwork, since the straight lines are not straight and the street names were illegible. She can't even tell where she is in the sketch. She looked around again. This should be Station Parade; it's the street leading to and from the station after all. To confirm her guess, she walked a few feet in the direction of the station until she reached an intersection where road signs were placed.
Railway Avenue, this street was called. Her guess was wrong, Station Parade was the one running parallel to the train tracks.
She turned and walked down Station Parade via the intersection. Now, find Angry Bull Café… The big bright red sign with a black silhouette of a charging bull stood out prominently. That must be it, then. Desdemona walked half-way down the street only to arrive at the shop front and see the big red writing: 'Black Bull Bar'. She put a palm to her forehead, frustrated. Why can't the people here just name things logically?
Walking further down the street, she soon arrived at a shop with a bull's head hanging on its door. It was a real bull, its severed head mounted on a shield-shaped wooden board as a trophy with taxidermy. Its beady glass eyes shone of rage and life. The sharp horns stuck out from its head, bending upwards in a menacing manner. This must be it. She looked up to the banner hanging above the door, and for the first time that day, she was right.
A small 'Open' sign hung below the bull's head. She pushed on the wooden door and it creaked as the spring stretched. She walked in and let go of the door, it sprung back slowly to its previously closed position. Desdemona scanned the area, straight in front of her was the counter. A middle-aged woman stood at the counter, making coffee and serving the few customers. Past the counter, there were black tables and chairs. On the sides of the room, red couches were installed against the wall. In between each set of couches, there was a long ebony table.
She walked slowly along the narrow doorway and up a few steps to arrive before the counter.
"Um, excuse me. Are you looking for something?" The woman at the counter inquired.
"May I ask if three people wearing this kind of uniform came here?" Desdemona said, gesturing to her coat.
"Yes. They are at the last table on the corner down this aisle." The woman pointed down the row of couches closest to the counter. Desdemona thanked the woman and walked down the aisle. Her weighted boots made the floorboards creak beneath her. She hoped the wooden boards wouldn't collapse…but on second thought, she won't need to pay for it anyway.
Before she even reached the table, a voice reached her first. "My, my. So now the child finally arrives!"
The one who just spoke was Gwen, Gwen Frere. A 47 year old Frenchwoman with flaxen blond hair, deep blue eyes, fair skin, tall and lean. She has Equipment-type Innocence, a giant frying pan. Usual usage being smashing akumas on the head with the flat side, but has the ability to summon fire attacks. Close range, offensive. She was General Yeegar's apprentice. Personality as fiery as her ability.
"What took you so long?" Tina Sparks. 26 years old. Irish. Bright red hair, sea green eyes, Type I skin with freckles on her cheeks. Also an Equipment type, a hunter's musket. Long range, offensive. General Klaud's apprentice before Desdemona, studied under Klaud with Sol. A permanent disapproving attitude, finds faults in every Sol does.
"Sol's hand-drawn map is much more helpful than I expected." The Eurasian girl said sarcastically.
"You mean, you got lost." Tina raised an eyebrow and turned to Sol, "I told you not to draw it."
"Hey! It's not my fault! I was trying to be helpful!" Sol defended himself. Sol Galen. 32 years old. Russian. Curly dark brown hair, grey eyes, also fair skinned. Equipment type, a mirror. Able to cast barriers that stops physical attacks, reflective barriers that reflects all attacks and invisibility barriers that makes anyone inside the barrier invisible. Mid-range, defensive. This person may possess intellect lower than that of a 10-year-old.
"Not entirely Sol's fault." Desdemona shrugged, "These people don't name places logically."
"Ah, never mind. Let's just be grateful that this kid actually got here." Gwen patted a seat next to her for Desdemona to sit. The girl sat down on the couch and lowered her suitcase on the floor beside her feet. Tina and Sol sat next to each other on the opposite couch.
"Wanna order something? The bill's on the Order anyway." Gwen laughed.
Tina frowned, "Gwen. This is no time to eat or drink, we have a mission here!"
"I don't think they will let us sit here for long if we don't order something." Sol pointed to the ceiling.
Gwen called over the woman at the counter, she seemed to be the only staff here. "So, what do you guys want?"
Sol, Gwen and Desdemona each ordered something and the woman scribbled on her notepad. After recording the orders, the woman looked up expectantly at Tina, who was frowning. The redhead noticed the stare, "I don't need anything." The woman nodded, took the menu that no one used, and walked away.
"Where is Master now?" Desdemona launched straight into business.
"The last report submitted to the Order indicated that she was in Spain." Gwen explained. "But after searching here for a week, we found nothing other than she headed East."
"During that time," Tina continued, "we also contacted Headquarter and asked them to try and contact Master Kla-."
"You know Master," Sol cut in with a shrug, "she's not like General Cross. At least she keeps in touch with Headquarter. So we thought if we asked Headquarter to try and contact her we might know where she is."
"Sol!" Tina said, annoyance clearly in her voice, "Don't cut me off my sentence. I'm trying to do some explanation here." Gwen and Desdemona watched the two; they see Tina firing bullets of words at Sol.
Sol raised both his hands in front of him defensively, like a barrier. "I was just trying to further your explanation. Because I know you wouldn't explain why we contacted Headquarter to ask them to contact Master. And also, if you don't point that out, it will look like we are incompetent and need Headquarters' assistance to complete our mission."
"There is no need! The fact you just pointed out is obvious!" Another round of bullets.
"Okay! Guys! Stop arguing, would you?" Gwen stepped in. Desdemona rested an elbow on the table and supported her chin with her palm. Her other hand was stirring the coffee that came during the heated battle.
"Did you receive any replies from Headquarter?" the girl asked. She straightened her back, lowered her arm that was on the table and put the spoon down on the saucer. When she looked up, three pairs of confused eyes looked at her.
"Did you get anything from Headquarter?" Gwen asked back. Desdemona shook her head. As if on cue, all three of them put their foreheads into their palms. "Why?" The girl was confused.
"You were at Headquarter, weren't you? We hoped that you would get some news about Master." Tina explained.
"Actually, I haven't been at Headquarter for the past two days. Komui sent me here straight from Germany."
"But we contacted Headquarter about three days ago." Sol said.
"Sorry, didn't hear anything from them."
"Komui sent you here? Did he say anything?" Gwen inquired.
"No. He only said to come here and you will tell me everything I need to know." Desdemona confessed.
Tina sighed, "Well, I guess we are back at square one."
Sol pointed to the ceiling, "Correction. We are at square two, because we already called Headquarter but are waiting for an answer. When Dem came, we thought we were on square three. But in reality, it's still square two."
Tina stared at the male, disbelief in her eyes, "It's a figure of speech. That means it is not to be taken literally."
Sol simply shrugged, "Literal or not, it's wrong."
Some veins popped out at Tina's temple. She was about to say something when Gwen cut in. "So I guess there's not much to do other than wait for an answer from HQ."
"That means, for now we can just enjoy our little break." Sol said cheerfully as the waitress/chef/counter woman delivered the rest of the orders.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Sol asked Tina. To which she answered, "I'm fine." while crossed her arms in front of her chest in annoyance.
They finished their 'snack' in relative peace and headed out onto the street.
"So, where are we going now?" Desdemona asked no one in particular.
Tina answered, "An inn Master stayed at on her last visit. Maybe we'll find some clues there."
Allen scratched the back of his head. Being screamed at while a paper bag is resting on your neck to keep you from straightening your back for 10 minutes is not fun. Lenalee was pretty mad, but she took the paper bag away, right? That means she may have forgiven him, but she still seems a little mad…
The white-haired boy was at a small station. Lavi, Lenalee, Bookman and himself were on a mission to seek out and protect General Cross. The train stops here for a short time, during which Lenalee came down to buy some food. Allen followed her out intending to apologise, but his apology was followed by a long lecture from Lenalee.
Allen looked up to the sky, partially moving his neck around more, partially just looking at the sky. He absent-mindedly wondered what others were doing right now. What Kanda was doing, not that he cares, and what Desdemona was doing. He's yet to thank her for the dangos, which didn't last more than 10 minutes. When the whistle of the train blew, Allen panicked and hurried to get back onto the train. Just as he was about to board the train, a hand seized his wrist, stopping him from getting on. Allen turned around to see a large, round man.
"On your chest…Is that a cross?" The man asked.
Mechanical chinks of the train started, first slowly then it became faster and faster. Allen watched as the train started to pull out of the station. He yanked his wrist free and started running to catch up with the train. Behind him, the large man chased the exorcist and lunged, crashing down on Allen. The boy fell over with the large man on top of him. He hopelessly extended a hand out to the train, "NOOO! THE TRAIN!"
The train slowly disappeared out of sight.
"The train…it left…the train…" Allen muttered, tears welled up in his eyes and his extended hand began to shake.
"I'm very sorry, Master Clergyman. But you are urgently needed here!" The man got off Allen, knelt and lowered his head before the exorcist. "Please do something to save our village, Master Black Clergyman!"
"Eh?" Allen looked back, tear still in his eyes.
The next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair in a wooden hut. A roomful of distressed civilians - all carrying some kind of weapon ranging from axes, pitchforks to umbrellas - surrounded him.
"Oh. No." Allen said under his breath.
"Chase! Chase!" a little girl with shoulder-length black hair rushed around aimlessly, looking for her older brother. Her oversized shirt hung loose on her small frame. Big bright ebony eyes darted this way and that, trying to locate the older male. She was quite small for a 9 year old.
The girl ran to the centre of the circus grounds, panting. Still no sign of the 12 year old boy. She looked up to the moon, it was about time the show starts. She had so much to do before the show starts, which included feeding the animals so they don't attack anyone out of hunger. The bad news is, Chase had the bucket of raw meat for the tigers.
The girl panicked, if she didn't finish these tasks in time, Cosmo would be very mad. He would blame Bidelia for it and they won't be able to escape the man's wrath. She glanced at the moon again, there was no time, she had to get to the backstage.
The girl turned around and ran towards the largest tent, dodging low wooden beams and jumping over trunks of costumes and props in the process.
The Show tent was slightly isolated from the rest. It was the most ornate and the most brightly illuminated one. Every night, the tent would be packed with people who wanted to be entertained. There are all types of people, from the rich men and their friends, middle class families with children to beggars that sneak in during the show without paying.
She entered the tent from the back, arriving at the backstage. The backstage was a semi-circle, with the actual stage, or the Show Grounds, being the other half of the circle. The backstage and the front stage were separated by thick curtains attached to the support beams of the ceiling. The semi-circumference of the Show Grounds was lined with seats on stands for the audience.
The girl walked across the arched backstage. Chests of props were opened and its contents thrown messily around. She picked them up and restored them to their proper places as she walked past. The Backstage was divided into two areas. The large area was the performers' dressing area, where all performers put on their costumes and ready their props. Dressing tables with mirrors stood in the middle while change rooms built with wood lined the sides. There was a slit in the curtains where the performers enter to stage. A big black board was placed before the slit so that the audience cannot see through into the dressing room.
As of now, many performers were gathered in this area. Some noticed her arrival.
"Hey! Girl! Pick up that costume for me!" Flamingo, the tight rope walker shouted. The small girl ran over and picked up a hot pink costume from the ground next to the man. The ungrateful adult snatched away the costume and stomped into one of the change rooms without another word. The girl dismissed it, she was used to it anyway.
"Oi! You over there!" the girl instantly turned her head to the voice, whether or not the woman was calling for her, she had learned better than to ignore any call from the Master Performers, she learnt it the hard way. "You. Zip up the zippers on my back." Ariel, the acrobat demanded, turning her back towards the girl to show her own hands struggling with the long zipper. The girl quickly ran to the woman and did the zip. The woman went away soon after.
"Mony." A warm, soft voice called out. The girl identified the voice. She gladly turned around to see a black haired woman smiling warmly down at her. The girl smiled back. "Bidelia!" the girl skipped to the older woman's side. Bidelia was the beast tamer in this circus, and today, just like any other day, she wore a black tank top, a black leather jacket, tight leather pants and knee high leather boots. Strapped to her waist was her whip. Her artificially curled black hair bobbed up and down as she bent down to face the little girl.
"Mony, aren't you supposed to be setting up the cages and feeding the animals?" Bidelia gently asked.
Mony, as the woman called the little girl, frowned with concern, "Yes. But I can't find Chase. He's got the bucket."
Bidelia pointed a finger to the left, "Chase? He just went to the cages."
Mony frowned, "I ran around the entire campus just looking for him."
Bidelia laughed. "Well, you better hurry and get ready, the Show's about to start very soon."
Mony smiled at the older woman and skipped away, heading to the area where they store the cages. She was, however, stopped at the next dressing table. "Girl! Go get my hat from my tent!" Jugo, the juggler ordered.
Mony stressed. This wasn't part of her job, if she went now she wouldn't get enough time to prepare. As she stood there, not knowing how to reply without offending the adult, the ever welcomed voice of Bidelia came to her rescue. "Jugo, that isn't part of her job. Please go ask the errand boy to fetch your hat for you."
Jugo snorted and called over an errand boy. He had spiky brown hair that was stacked on top of his head in a messy ponytail. His silver eyes shone with annoyance, impatience and anger. A red square scarf was folded into a triangle and wrapped around his neck with a knot joining the two ends. It rested on his shoulders on top of his brown vest with a simple white shirt inside. He shoved his hands into the pockets of matching brown pants. After he was told to fetch Jugo's hat, he walked past Mony and exited the dressing area with a displeased pout. They called him Red Arm. They said he had a cursed red arm.
"Well, you run along now." A gentle push was placed on Mony's back, she turned to see Bidelia's encouraging smile. The girl smiled back before running to the last area of the backstage, but not before she heard the muttering of Jugo. "Bitch. That brat is just like her filthy mother."
Ariel added, "Even more like her father."
She dodged a low beam and entered the smaller area of the backstage, where animals were kept for use during the show. This place was full of cages containing different animals. From ordinary horses to great big lions, everything needed for the Show was here.
Two ramps came down from the stage. Those ramps were surrounded, top and sides, with bars. At the two ends of each ramp are gates that can slide upwards. The cages had wheels on them. All cages have bars that are set on three sides and one side can be lifted up to release the animal.
Mony looked around, easily spotting the older boy next to the tiger's cage. Bidelia is performing with it today.
The boy, Chase, threw a piece red raw meat into the cage where it was instantly devoured by the beast. He had short, black hair and ebony eyes, like both Mony and Bidelia. He had on a worn white shirt and long black pants.
"Chase!" Mony said accusingly, walking up to the boy.
"Hey, there." Chase replied while ruffling the girl's hair roughly . "What took you so long?" He added, nudging the girl's ribs playfully with his elbow.
Mony got away from the violent boy and looked up humourlessly. Chase laughed.
The girl bent down and took another piece of raw meat before chucking the flesh into the cage, where the tiger was anxiously waiting. "Whose fault was that!" She said angrily.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to tonight's show!" A booming voice was heard from the Stage. Chase and Mony turned their heads in the direction of the Stage, watching their ringleader's movements through the opening at the top of the ramp. The audience clapped and cheered for the ringleader.
Cosmo grinned proudly and continued, "Well, without further ado, let the show begin!"
The inn General Klaud last stayed was an isolated structure in an open plain within the forest west of the town. It was managed by a family of three: mother, father and son. The two storey inn only had four rooms for guests on the second floor. The first floor was the family's living area and the lobby.
Desdemona silently wondered what the three were doing all this time in Spain that they have not visited this crucial place beforehand.
After much interrogating and searching, as expected, nothing was found. Master is too cautious to leave clues in places like this.
Silence followed as the exorcists each contemplated on what to do next.
Beep~ Beep~
Gwen, Tina and Sol checked their golems. None of those were the beeping one.
Desdemona felt something prod against her right shoulder. She looked at her shoulder to see the shape of the golem struggling inside her uniform. It soon struggled out from her collar and flew around, beeping.
Gwen turned around to the innkeepers. "May we use the telephone?" The 18 year old son nodded.
Desdemona walked over to the telephone, the rest of the team followed. She attached the black golem to the phone line, activated it and listened into the earpiece.
"Hey! Dem." The Supervisor's voice was heard.
"Komui." The girl acknowledged.
"Your team has requested us to contact General Klaud."
"Yes."
Sol poked Desdemona in the arm to get her attention. "Is it about Master?" The girl nodded.
Komui continued, "We have managed to reach General Klaud and get her location."
"Where?"
"She is currently in Russia, the remote town of Primorsky. We have told her about the current situation and the fact that you guys are trying to catch up to her. She has agreed to wait for you in Russia."
"Right." Desdemona hung up.
*On the other side of the line*
Beep- Beep-
Komui listened to the beeping on the other side of the line. Dem had hung up on him. He wondered if Dem can ever answer with more than one word.
The Supervisor glanced at the mountain of paperwork and the people with paperwork queuing at his desk. He deep breathed.
"Is that it? Oh, hm. Ok, I'll see to it. Anything else? Oh. Maybe you should do that. Yes, yes."
Section Chief Reever, all too familiar with the Supervisor's tricks, yelled, "Komui! Stop pretending to be on the phone when the other side had hung up! You've got heaps of work to do!"
"Geez, why do exorcists have to exterminate vampires anyway." Lavi complained. He looked around. Valuable looking chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling, unlit. The black and white chequered tiles stretched endlessly into the darkness of the hallway. A grand set of stairs stood in front of them. Doors to various rooms lined the two sides of the entrance hall, a typical Elizabethan style structure. The lack of light and the slightly gothic interior design gave the whole mansion a bone-chilling sensation. So this is the mansion of a vampire…
"But isn't this strange?" Allen asked no one in particular, maybe just a rhetorical question. "I wonder what this vampire business has to do with Master…What was Master doing here?" The white-haired boy muttered. "When you think about it, doesn't it seem a little strange that Master left that message telling us to exterminate the vampire?" The two exorcists walked down the hall way, past an intersection joining up with another hallway.
Lavi shrugged, "What of it? So then what are we doi-" Thud.
"Lavi?" Allen quickly turned around to find Lavi on the floor, unconscious. He looked around, white fumes crawled around their feet. With quick realization, Allen covered his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his uniform. Though, it wasn't that effective. The concentrated sweet smell that was almost sickly hit his nose. Allen's eyes widened, he recognised this scent!
Suddenly, he was pulled off his feet by thin fibres that were almost invisible. His legs were lifted above him and he hung upside-down from the fibres. Allen arched his back and craned his neck to see a most bizarre scene.
There, right in front of him, was a huge flower with a spotted pattern. It slowly opened its closed petals and revealed a centre with sharp teeth on the rim of a hole. "A…a flower?" Allen said disbelievingly. Tentacles shot out from within the hole at the centre of the flower and attempted to restrain Allen. The invisible fibres seemed to give out and the exorcist fell to the ground, barely avoiding the flower's tentacles. He looked around to locate an unconscious Lavi but he had no way of seeing beyond a few metres.
Because hundreds more carnivorous flowers surrounded him.
Sol said there was a train leaving for Moscow tonight, he was quite excited to be going back to his hometown, even if they were only staying there for a night before catching the train to Primorsky in the morning.
It was already late into the night, the forest between the Inn and the main part of town seemed more eerie than it was in the day. The path they had to following was created by the townspeople treading on the plantation, leaving a trail of compacted soil where the plants wouldn't grow. The ground was spotted with the silver moonlight squeezing through between the leaves of the canopy. A gentle breeze blew Northwest. It was strangely peaceful, the girl almost suspected herself of being paranoid. Akumas were everywhere these days. How can an obvious group of 4 exorcists not be attacked for a whole day? Maybe she was over-thinking it.
Before they even went halfway through the trees, Sol heard the rustling of a nearby bush. Everyone stopped and the Russian male went to investigate.
"Hey! Guys! Come and have a look!" Sol said, he pried the bush aside and stared intently at what was behind it.
The rest of the team arrived behind the male and looked over his shoulder. A man in his forties lay unconscious behind the bush, his face was pale and sweat glistened on his forehead. He looked like one of the townspeople. Sol bent down and held the man up by his shoulders, resting his head on Sol's own thigh. The Russian felt the man's forehead with his palm and frowned.
"How is he?" Tina asked.
Sol turned to the rest of his team, looking slightly puzzled. "He's…unnaturally cold."
Desdemona pointed a finger at the man, "Dead?"
Gwen remained behind the two other females, frowning at the man lying on Sol's lap. "Sol, I think we should leave him where he was and just keep on going." The Russian nodded and gently lowered the man onto the ground.
Another rustling came from the East, accompanied by a human voice. "John! John! Where are you! John!"
The exorcists looked at each other. Tina pointed a finger to the voice then pointed to the unconscious man and raised an eyebrow. Gwen just nodded towards the direction of the town.
Before the four could proceed towards civilisation, the shouting man pushed through a bush and arrived in front of the exorcists. This man carried a large sack along with a rifle on his back. He looked at his fallen companion on the ground and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the four uniformed travellers. He grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the exorcists.
Sol put both of his hands in front of him, palms facing the man. "Um, Sir. We didn't do anything to your bud-" The Russian man stopped short as a breeze of chilling air hit against his back side, making his hair stand on end. He quickly turned around to see the unconscious man standing limply, his arms and head hung down from his skeletal frame. He snapped his head up and let out a low scream.
Sol stared as the man transformed into a Level 1 akuma. It ripped apart its outer shell and squeezed itself out from the tear. Another low scream sounded from where the man with the rifle stood. He, too, transformed into an akuma with mechanical creaks. Only this one was not a Level 1, it's a Level 2.
The Level 2 dropped the sack it was carrying. The opening loosened and two human corpses, infected with akuma virus, were seen. They must be recently killed since they are still in human shape, but in no longer than a few seconds, they crumbled into dust.
Recovering from the shock, Sol looked around him to check on his teammates. There was no need to worry, because the rest of the team were much faster than him. They all had their Innocence activated and were all in position. Gwen held her frying pan and stood where she was, tiny flickers of fire were seen from within the pan. Desdemona, located a several metres from the akumas, stretched out her whip in both hands until it glowed green and she cracked it, making a loud sound, like thunder. Tina knelt on top of a branch some fair few ways away, barely keeping the akumas in sight. She had her musket drew. Sol stared, he never gets how the Irish woman could get so far away from battle in a matter of seconds, even when they've been together for more than 6years.
"Hey! Sol! What are you doing? Get into position already!" Tina's scolding voice brought the Russian back to reality. He quickly jumped up a tree, a distance away from the enemy and took out his Innocence, the Mirror. He proceeded to cast a physical barrier on the close and mid-range attackers and himself.
Desdemona noticed a thin layer of barrier surround her. It is close to invisible, but the tiny bits of moonlight that shone through the leaves and landed on the barrier created rainbow-coloured patches. She noted where Tina was and kept it in her head, in case she accidentally blocked Tina's vision or shooting route.
Gwen attacked first, charging at the Level 1 and attempted to strike it with her frying pan. The Level 2 was fast, it appeared before the Frenchwoman and blocked her attack with his forearm. The pan rebounded off the Level 2's metallic arm and it dealt no harm. The Level 2 was a humanoid with an exterior that was made almost entirely out of hard metal, damaging it may be hard. Desdemona wrapped Thora around the akuma's forearm and tried to pull it off its feet. It was as heavy as it looks, its armour alone must weigh a ton. The girl tugged hard on the whip and that only managed to temporarily pull the Level 2 off its balance and it stumbled to the side.
As soon as the Level 2 was out of the way, a silver bullet shot through the trees and embedded itself into the Level 1's flesh. Many more soon followed. The Level 1 crumbled into dust.
"Hey! Great work!" Gwen said and gave a thumbs-up in the general direction of where Tina was. Gwen herself had deteriorating eyesight because of her age, but even when she can't see the redhead; she knew the Irish can see her clearly. That girl has the eyes of an eagle.
"Gya ha ha ha!" the Level 2 akuma laughed after regaining its balance. Thora was long gone from its arm, Desdemona knew better than to let the akuma throw her around instead. "Don't be too happy, Exorcists! You may have killed one, but don't underestimate the force of the Millennium Earl!" It threw its arms up to the sky. Out of nowhere, many akuma emerged and hovered over the forest.
"Oh no!" Sol exclaimed as he looked up to the sky.
"This'll take a long time." Gwen complained, her neck craned upwards.
"Can we get to the train on time?" Desdemona asked.
"We have to hurry, leaves in 2 hours." Sol nodded to himself.
Tina, who was out of earshot, agreed by firing another round of bullets at the akumas.
"Crowley!" Lavi called, walking down the narrow pathway between the seats of the Second Class carriage. Lavi sighed, "How does he spend three hours wandering around on this small train?"
Allen, walking in front of the redhead, laughed dryly, "Could it be that he got lost…?" *
Aleister Crowley, the 'vampire, had been upset ever since last night when the villagers (that kidnapped Allen and Lavi) chased him out of his home town and called him a 'monster'. Seeing their companion's downcast mood, Lavi suggested the 'vampire' to look around the train. That was three hours ago, and he never came back.
Allen walked to the end of the Second Class carriage, he pushed open the door and stepped onto the bridge connecting this carriage to the Third Class carriage. The strong wind of the outside whipped at Allen and Lavi's hair.
Allen pushed open the door of the last carriage. The two exorcists stared shocked at a teary Crowley.
A teary Crowley with nothing but underwear on.
Lavi and Allen froze in place. Disbelief showed on their face.
"Hm." A man with messy black hair smirked. Thick glasses sat on his nose and a cigarette in his mouth. He was accompanied by two other males and a boy. The three adults and Crowley sat around a rectangular suitcase, one on each side of the rectangle. A set of cards stacked neatly at the center. The four males each held 5 cards. The smirking man smiled at Allen, "Sorry. But right now kids aren't allowed to enter here."
"Now sir, let's have another match. What will you wager next?" The messy-haired man prompted.
"N-no, but…" Crowley hesitated.
Allen facepalmed and went up to the near-naked Crowley, "What are you doing, Crowley?"
The vampire shook in the cold, "Th-these people invited me to play something called Poker…And then, before I knew it, it turned out like this…"
Allen's right cheek twitched as he glanced at the displayed cards, he got beat…It can't be helped.
The three men around the suitcase leaned in and towered over Crowley. "Hey, hey. You running away?" the man to the right snickered. "You've already accepted the match haven't you? If you're a man, stick with it 'til the end!" The dark-haired man urged.
Suddenly, an Exorcists' coat was held to the dark-haired man's face. Allen offered a smile along with his coat. "All the trimmings on this coat are made of silver. If I bet this for all of Crowley's clothes, will you have a match with me?" Allen said politely.
Lavi looked on, panicked, "H-hey! Allen! What are you doing?"
Four eyes laughed , "Haha, all right."
~x.X.x~
Lavi sat on the floor of the Third Class carriage. His one visible eye was wide with disbelief and awe. His mouth slightly agape with wordlessness.
"Call." A gloved hand gently lowered 5 cards onto the makeshift table, the suitcase. Ace of Spades, King of Spades, Queen of Spades, Jack of Spades and Ten of Spades. The owner of the hand smiled ever so innocently. A stack full of clothing and back pack sat on the floor behind him. In front of him, three men with nothing but underwear on stared at the 5 cards with despair, disbelief and hopelessness.
"Royal…Straight…Flush…" The man with messy black hair and thick glasses breathed.
Allen continued smiling and replied calmly, "I win again."
The three desperate men grabbed their own hair in frustration. "Arrgh! Damn it!"
Allen sat cross legged on the floor, his smile deceivingly innocent while emitting a dark aura. He took the cards and shuffled them. This is easy.
"Damn it! One more time!" The unsatisfied men urged.
"All right." Allen, being the gentleman he was, cannot deny such a cordial offer.
A happy Crowley with all his cloths beamed, "Allen's wonderful!"
Lavi stared sceptically. He leaned over and whispered in Allen's ear. "Hey. What's going on? Why are you unbelievably good at this? I thought your luck wasn't that great."
"It's because I'm cheating." Allen whispered back.
"Are you serious?"
"They challenged Crowley first." Allen held up his newly received cards to his serious face. "I don't feel like losing in cards. When I was training. I perfected my skills with my life in order to pay back the Master's debts and earn money for food."
"Skills?" asked Lavi.
"When gambling, I'll win no matter how many time I play…I won't go easy on them! They're coming at me 3 to 1 too, so it's even!" Allen's smile suddenly turned menacing, revealing his darker side.
Allen…is sure dark. Lavi shivered.
Is anyone interested in a AU highschool DGM fic with OC Dem? If I write it would you read it? You see, there ain't not much highschool fic for DGM out there and with the fandom dying and being destroyed by the mangaka (you'll know what I'm talking about if you read chapter 199-201) DGM isn't that popular anymore. TAT But I still love it.
Anyways, if you are interested tell me via the poll on my profile. And also I need ideas, if you have any, please help by telling me! Thank you!
Now for the bonus section…
*Bonus Section*
Interview with all the main characters…
Kami: Welcome, all the main casts, to the DGM Interview! For FFnet format reasons, please keep in mind not to say the full name of the anime but to abbreviate it to DGM. Thank you.
Lenalee: Hello everyone, I am Lenalee. *waves and smiles like a lady*
Lavi: Why can't we say -man?
Kami: Because it will turn out like '-man'… like it just did.
Allen: What? Where? How do you know the name of the anime anyway?
Kanda: Tch. Stupid bean sprout, it's written on the wall behind us!
Allen: *Turns around to see DGM logo* Oh, right! Um…Let me see what it says. *Squint* D…C…Rap…man! D-C-Rap-Man! Yeah
Desdemona: *raises eyebrows* D. Crap-man?
Allen: Huh? What crap?
Kanda: Tch
Lenalee: *frown* Guys!
Kami: Ok, ok! Guys! Let's get on with the interview. *coughs into hand* First of all, can you guys tell me what do you like to do during your free time?
Lenalee: I like helping my brother and everyone else in the Order. They are like family to me.
Lavi: AAHHH! LENALEE! AM I ALSO LIKE FAMILY TO YOU?
Lenalee: Yes, you all are like family to me. (^_^)
Kanda: Tch.
Allen: Aren't you glad Komui's not here?
Desdemona: I'd rather Komui to be here, he'd get rid of this rabbit in no time.
Kanda: Tch.
Allen: Is that all you can say? *narrow eyes*
Kanda: Tch! Stupid bean sprout!
Kami: *whisper to Lenalee* Is 'Tch' the only thing Kanda can say?
Lenalee: *sweatdrop*
Allen: Ba-Kanda!
*Allen & Kanda death glare at each other with electricity sparks flowing through*
Kami: That's enough, guys. *sigh* Now, Allen, a question for you. Fans ask do you think shock can serve as a better alternative to hair bleaching, since you do not damage the quality of your hair and it works instantaneously?
Allen: Um…er… *to Lavi* What is she talking about?
Lavi: *shrugs*
Kami: Fine, next question, I had no idea what that meant either. For Kanda, there are two questions for you. As a popular request from fangirls, what brand of shampoo do you use?
Kanda: That annoying mangaka already asked me and I think I already told them, soap.
Kami: What brand of soap, then?
Kanda: I don't know! Whatever the Order puts in the bathrooms.
Desdemona: It's made by a corporation called Pantene-dove-herbalessense-headnshoulder-detol-growlotsahair-dot-com.
Kanda: How do you know that?
Desdemona: It's written on the soap, don't you know?
Kanda: Tch.
Kami: Right…Another popular request, possibly the most popular question, from fangirls for Kanda. What do you think about the recent anime No. 6 and it's close resemblance to you and Allen? What do you think about the Yullen Fandom?
Kanda: *death glare*
Allen: *Activates Innocence*
Kami: *Shudder* Forget I said that. Question for Lavi, can you take off your eyepatch?
Lavi: Why, sure! *Takes off eye patch…to reveal another eye patch* (Naruto Kakashi parody)
Kami: …...Lenalee! The only one who answers properly, please tell me how would you and your brother react to your many male fans out there?
Lenalee: … um…I didn't think I would have fans…*smile*
*Many fans in the studio start shooting love hearts at Lenalee*
Desdemona: *sweatdrop*
Kami: Dem! There's been a question submitted anonymously by one of the interviewees. It asks, why do you like chocolate and liquorice that much?
Desdemona: I don't know.
Kami:*sweatdrop* … Finally the last question! For everyone, do you think the readers should review more?
Desdemona: *pulls out data* According to statistics, out of 100 readers, only 2 review.
Lavi: That is an incredibly small amount of people. *nods*
Allen: Are you sure it's not because you suck? *looking sceptical*
Kami: I don't know, they don't tell me that I suck either…*bury head into hands*
Kanda: *Death Glares audience/reader* You! Review! If you don't, this stupid Kami is not going to SHUT UP. And if you don't review and she doesn't SHUT UP, I'll kill her myself and you will not get another chapter update from her ever again!
Kami: *whisper* I don't think that threat will work!
Kanda: SHUT UP!
All: REVIEW!
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