A/N: I still do not own any of the characters belonging to Katsura Hoshino.

*Earlier that day*

"Why does this have to happen?" he muttered, hands on his head, knowing without looking that the other in the room was giving him a pitying expression. "Allen... You-" "Yes, I know! I know we have to curse our own lives all over again." "Don't put it that way..." "But you can't deny it, can you." the white-haired stated and the bearded retracted his hand which was close to giving a comforting pat on the shoulder. "You know the answer." he answered, getting sourer by the minute, his normally cheering attitude as wiped from the surface of the Earth.

They both looked at the photos which the bearded had brought with him, seeing smiling faces on practically all of them, except a certain someone which never did smile, not even once.

"Why?" the white-haired once again asked, getting more desperate by the minute. The bearded straightened up and knew that the other was on he verge of crying despite him not seeing that particular fact at all. "You know whats required." the bearded then stated before he grabbed his walking-stick and left the room, a solemn expression on his facial features.

The other occupant of the room raised his head just in time to see the door close and his only friend leaving. He pressed a hand against his forehead, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to be strong for both himself and everyone else, but he knew that to curse his own friends' lives were too much.

"It's not your fault, nephew, it was bound to happen." the voice of his uncle said from within and he frowned. "After all these years you still don't accept me, huh. Don't you remember that I saved your life?" "That might be Neah, but you doomed my friends." The white-haired could nearly see the other smirk at his words.

"How might that be?" he asked him, a knowing tone in his voice telling Allen what he already knew. "You know very well what you did." he growled in response, slamming his fist into the table to get out his frustration.

"No... How about you remind me about it~" the voice sang almost teasingly in return, the melodic voice ringing in his head. "Leave me alone." "I will remind you that it was not me but you whom slayed your own friends." the voice purred and Allens eyes widened. "You're wrong...!" "And now you are going to doom them all over again...this time including that prying Bookman."

He knew his resolve was fading because of the other' words. He knew that he would curse and hate himself for the rest of his immortal life. Though, despite all that, he strengthened his own resolve to make up for it; to protect both demons and humans. It was either themselves or the rest of the world, but still, he had no right to choose the destiny of another life, giving them no opportunity to protest

"Why does this have to be so hard..!" "It is your fault for having a martyr-complex." the voice of his uncle Neah said, trying to sound innocent. "Leave me alone." "Oh, but am I not allowed to answer when you ask a question?" "Actually, no, since that question was directed to myself." "But I am you." the other answered and the white-haired just wanted to beat him down, though he knew it was not possible without hurting himself and then the chance of the other taking over him completely would raise.

"My left arm is for the demons and my right arm is for the humans." he whispered to himself, remembering the promise he had made as well as the one he gave Mana. "Never stop, keep walking."

"You've found your resolve yet?" the voice of the bearded asked, and Allen turned to him, new-found strength in his eyes. "Yes. Let's move onto the plan, Lavi."

The elder smiled at him and dragged out more photos of his pockets. At the look he gained from the white-haired he exclaimed: "What!? One has to keep up with the times you now!" The other chuckled slightly before it morphed into a gasp as he leaned in closer on the photos on the table. "That's-!" "You're completely right, my friend." The bearded smiled back in return. "That is the old Innocence pieces, still in the same shape. I found them in a museum, not too far from here by a lucky-hit."

"You know what it means that the Innocence has yet to disappear, right Allen?" "Yes, I know. Their souls calls for me every hour of the night, even the day. We thought they were gone, but for all we know the Millennium Earl has returned once more to the battlefield, reincarnated. The Noahs might be this very minute or have already done so. After all it has been much more than thirty-five years since we beat them by a strand of hair."

"I'm sorry to ask you this but could you use the Ark and make a door, so that we both have easy access to the place."

"You know that I don't like to use it, Lavi...anyways you're lucky that I have actually been there once before along with Master, even though It has changed I still remember it. And you know it hurts me to leave the Ark for too long thanks to a certain Noah."

He sighed in defeat and closed his eyes, re-remembering the Arks song in his head. "It is door number 57 in the Eastern part of the Ark." the young-looking said, opening his eyes once more.

The bearded grabbed his walking-stick and left through the door of the piano-room, waving his goodbyes. "See you later, Allen. You will probably catch up with me even if you leave an hour after wards." he laughed, but his voice turned into a serious tone when he said: "And remember what part of this you are playing."

Lavi turned and left, leaving the other behind in the completely white room, his vision focused on the mirror where only the image of a dark creature resided, he himself had no reflection.

"I hate being trapped like this Lavi... But I still hate to do this more than anything."