It is now Scene 6...starring Lavi-kun! I wrote this quick again...sorry...and the snow thing with God is not meant to offend anyone...and also something I sort of made up... But anyways, do enjoy and review! I shall list my reviewers and all in either the next Scene or the one after that!

AND THERE IS A SLIGHT BONUS! At the end of Scene 7 is a preview for my other D.Grey-man fic, The Act of Murder that stars Rhode-pyon and Allen-chan! It's about Rhode and Allen living in a time of high aristocratic society as nobility. Plus the Noah family is known for illegal dealings, but were never put behind bars being as sneaky and secretive as they are. Allen-chan happens to meet Rhode, and she decides makes him her new 'toy'. But what if Allen is working undercover for the police to put the Noah family behind bars? Will he be caught? And what will happen if he is caught? Please read the preview, and if you like please go read the rest of the first chapter! ANYWAYS, onwards to Scene 6 of Heads and Tails. REMEMBER TO REVIEW!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own D.Gray-man, but I do own some of the manga!

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Scene 6 – Duty

Is the shattering of this bond near? Please God, as your faithful child, I pray for hope and a bit of happiness. Please answer my plea...a breeze...and whisper, anything will do. As one of your apostles, I serve you until the end of my life and the cease of my breath, but is this road I take supposed to be this hard? Will there be light at the end of this sea of blood and war? And please...can I stand by the eventual destruction of my friends, and take their fate...their destiny as mine as well?

Why am I forced to observe from the sidelines? To watch the pain with an unbiased, emotionless heart and mind.

Please tell me there is an answer to my questions.

Because I can't just stand by much longer.

Lavi closed his eyes as he inwardly winced at his bandaged hand. He clutched it to his chest, holding it against the hole of his heart and soul. He felt as cursed as the eye of his friend, Allen Walker. The four of them, Lenalee, Allen, Kanda, and himself were all cursed in a way: Lavi as the future to be Bookman, Allen with his eye and twisted fate, Kanda with the lotus on his chest, and Lenalee who was forever bound to the order. And the final point that connected them all: their sorrow.

He glanced up at the star covered sky as the snow fluttered down from the heavens above. He was once told that snow was the hold of God. It was a blessing of ephemeral beauty and grace. But it was also the shackles God put upon his children so they would never run away. So they could never escape their destined fates.

"Why must I be the bookman?" he whispered as a soft puff of fog came out of his mouth. He reaches up to capture the soft fluff from the skies. Plucking it out of the night air slowly, he brought his hand in front of his face. As he opened his palm he saw a dot of water, which was what was left of the snowflake. If snow was the imprisonment of God, why was it so easily destroyed? As it dissolved so easily in the hold of humans…

Lavi was left with a mountain of questions with no apparent answers as a burden in his chest. He wanted to grasp the bag of wonder in his hands and slowly pour it out into the space above him, so that the wind would blow his confusion to oblivion. In order for his carefree façade to not be a mask, but the raw truth, he needed it to be released. If only it was that then maybe he would find happiness in this agonizing era of ferocious battles and spilt blood. They may be in the position of winning the battle of innocence against Noah, but truly he was losing the battle between his freedom and sorrow.

Then with a soft realization he smiled a tiny sorrow filled smile. The reason for snow was not the shackles of God. It was the thought of God imprisoning his children so they wouldn't leave him. It was the action that he couldn't bring himself to do. It was the saddened feelings that melted to liquid, to tears of sorrow sent down from God.

Suddenly there was a giant crash, with the sound of Kanda cursing from afar. Not long after that, around a split second to be exact did the wall in front of Lavi falter downwards. As the ruble cleared it revealed the attacking akuma to him. Gritting his teeth Lavi summoned his hammer. Without a thought he became a mindless soldier, instinct running rather then the brain thinking. With his keen eyes and analyzing he absorbed the situation and happenings around him.

He did what Bookmen do: he took in the life force of all information and registered it to his endless shelves of memory in his brain.

After all, he was merely like a hard drive in a computer…only there to record.

Unbiased, emotionless, with no opinion…his duty.

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A preview of my other story, The Act of Murder:

As Rhode almost utterly destroyed her alarm clock she rolled onto her side. In the midst of a feathery snow white bed rained with royal pillows and fluffy stuffed toys was the young girl. Her hair was even more rebellious than usual, probably due to the restless sleep she had the previous night before. With a deep sigh the side of her face dug into the pillow she currently rested her head on as she pulled the soft silk sheets of purple closer to her small figure.

"Rhode!" Tyki Mikk called as he opened the door to her room without a single care to knock, "Wake up!" With an annoyed groan the girl sat up in her bed, busying her hands in the task to untangle her hair. Her golden eyes met the ones her intruder after a few quiet moments.

"You're supposed to knockbefore you enter a lady's room, Tyki," the girl scolded him with a growl. Her voice was velvety and tinkled like the most beautiful sound in the world. It was like a violin, fast paced and light with a secretive mask of mystery hidden beneath the folds. "And I am very much awake…too awake for my liking, rather…" She trailed off as she rubbed her feline eyes.

Tyki sat himself on the side of her bed, ignoring her correction of his manners, "Hmm…it's a very good thing you're awake, you wouldn't want to miss the events planned for today." The man's voice was as smooth as baby skin and seemingly always seductive in a mischievous manner. At the sound of the news Rhode instantly brightened, letting her hands fall from the attempt to straighten up her hair, and leaning closer to hear what else her dear family member had to say. "Tonight is a very important party," he continued with a smirk, "The Earl has planned a special bang tonight…"

In the Noah family a bang always meant blood, killing, and war. If this party required that, then surely they would be intending along with one of their enemies…one of their associatesthat they didn't quite get along with. The news made Rhode squeal in anticipation. For…the Noah family was not just any noble family. They were a family of treachery, greed, and power through blood.

They were one of the top Mafia families out there.