DISCLAIMER: do not own D.Grey-man or any characters. I did this chapter quickly...R&R!

Scene 2 – Millennium Earl

Allen Walker could never understand what goes on in Kanda Yu's brain. It seemed somehow that the longhaired man's thoughts were in a way wired completely differently than his own. But this train of thought was also how Kanda felt about Allen, he could just not get what made the stupid moyashi act the way he did: overly annoying and just plain irritating. Half the time…oh scratch that, most of the time the pure oriental looking man who sheathed a sword at his waist would be ever so tempted to end the life of the other man. Even with the many years that had passed, that have turned them into teenagers, the two did not quite exactly get along.

"Does Kanda hate me?" Allen slumped down onto the bookman junior's bed, blurting out the question in a rather depressed tone rather then answering Lavi's greeting. The red haired man glanced at his friend with a sigh.

"No he doesn't," Lavi replied reassuringly, "Yu-chan is just like that." A blade in one sudden movement extended to the man's neck as a voice barked out in slight irritation.

"Don't call me that, patch! And I am just like what?" Kanda glared at Lavi with deep contempt.

"Nothing, Yu-chan." Lavi danced around the sword's edge with a blissful expression on his face. Kanda was about to end the man's life when Komui approached them, quickly briefing them for a mission. This was not rare; there had been quite a few sudden missions lately. It was not the Noahs that had been busy, but their akuma rather.

"Not again," grumbled Allen as he pulled his jacket around his lanky figure tightly. It was getting chilly lately, and he didn't like it. The cold made him feel slightly sluggish, and the sudden mission didn't exactly help at all.

"Shut up, moyashi," growled Kanda as he glared at the white haired boy's direction. Missions like these didn't exactly go well with him either, but the bean sprout's complaining made it all the worse. Maybe his voice just had some kind of component that naturally pissed Kanda off? No? Well, it is possible, I suppose…

After wiping out most of the akuma, the group of three consisted of Lavi, Allen, and Kanda decided to split up to finish up the rest of the akuma. As Allen walked off to see to the destruction of the akumas in his given territory did he come upon something interesting. Or rather, someone.

"You…. A Noah?" Allen's eyes widened as he stared into the cold mysterious eyes of Road. The Noah in the form of a pale girl with a mischievous spiky hair with her tongue softly curled around a lollipop. She grinned at the exorcist slightly, before granting him entry to her world of dreams. Or she was about to, before the Earl himself stopped her.

"Earl!" Road pouted when he stopped her. But the Millennium Earl ignored the girl's whining and addressed her sharply.

"He is Allen Walker," he smiled, "And his role is very important to our plans!"

"Fine, fine," Road sighed deeply, "But you owe me dessert tonight! And a bunch of lollipops!" And they departed, only to leave Allen there, dumbstruck. That was the earl, the one who haunted every fiber in the boy's beings. He was the cause of the deep ache in his chest and the fear he desperately tried to forget, but couldn't even to this day. The Millennium Earl who pierced the childhood of Allen Walker.

As he stood there in shock, and paralysis from the sight of the earl, a curious akuma decided to take the open opportunity to attack the unmoving exorcist, who had let his guard down considerably. The akuma lunged at him, and Allen only noticed it when it was about to reach contact to his body. The boy flinched, his body readying itself for pain. But there was no agony registered.

"What're you doing, moyashi?" Kanda angrily spoke, in a way lecturing him as he quickly destroyed the akuma. After he let his arm with the sword in hand drop to his side, he turned around to face his (kind of) friend.

"I saw him…" Allen whispered.

"Him…?" Kanda wondered, but Walker's eyes had already reached to nil of black, his brain silently shutting down, as if rebooting itself. Allen, therefore, enclosed into the darkness.