So...tired...
It is some obscene hour at night (jk, it's only 10:30) and I am dead tired. I am so pissed at this chapter, because it was going along great until the last part, where I just couldn't end it. I wrote like, four different ending scenes, and I had to scrap them all, and they were long too. It was such a waste of time. And this ending is crappy and rushed but I just can't do anything else with it.
Sorry for the lateness, and the shortness.

Oh~ And thanks so much for the truly wonderful reviews this story has been getting. I get so warm and fuzzy when I read them :3

Chapter 5

There were many things that annoyed Kanda.

Rabbits, beansprouts, people who acted like rabbits and looked like beansprouts, useless people, cowardly people, crazy scientists, crazy robots made by crazy scientists, fat marshmallows with retarded umbrellas, cheeky Noah with curly hair, hot days, cold days, and cold soba when it was supposed to be hot. Those were just some of them.

The thing that annoyed him the most though, was when something or someone interrupted his ever important training. Because taking a few hours a day to slice down trees was the only thing that kept Kanda from slicing down those aggravating people who disturbed his solitude by jabbering into his ear, eating so much food that it took hours to get soba, or absolutely obliterating the peace by creating giant robotic nuisances.

Yes, training was the one thing that kept Yu Kanda sane.

So it was very unfortunate that he hadn't even been able to start training. His head was pounding so much that it was all he could do to stay upright in his meditating position.

The Japanese man clenched his eyes shut, focusing on his center and trying to calm his mind.

Kanda was no stranger to pain, it was something he'd been familiar with since the moment he came into existence. Pain was something ingrained into his very being. He was used to it, he could move past it, it was something he'd always been able to push to the back of his mind.

So why then, did he find the pain now so unbearable?

A single hiss escaped Kanda's mouth and he dug his nails into his legs, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his face.

Mugen, lying across his lap, felt hot and heavy, weighing down on his lower half uncomfortably. His familiar blade was burning through the cloth of his pants; pressing on his legs uncomfortably and making the samurai feel like leaden weights had been placed on his thighs. Kanda gritted his teeth again, swearing in Japanese as the pounding in his head worsened.

What. The. Fuck. Thought the Exorcist irritably. Truly, Kanda Yuu was not been having the best day.

Waking up in the infirmary was never a pleasurable experience, especially with that crazy nurse breathing down your neck. Waking up in an infirmary after realizing you'd been knocked out by a freaking akuma and had failed a mission, still with a crazy nurse breathing down your neck, was an even worse experience. Moreso when you realized that you had been out for two weeks, and had the fuzziest recollection of how you'd came to be in that position in the first place. Kanda remembered Russia, and he remembered the mission and the rumour of the eternal pond. He remembered getting attacked, though the fight itself was a bit of a blur. He remembered waking up, partially healed, but trapped under the debris from the destroyed church. He somewhat remembered radioing someone on his golem, but just who he had radioed and what he had said was fuzzy. Kanda could guess though. It didn't take a genius to figure out.

He figured he had passed out then, because his next memory was waking up in that god-forsaken infirmary. With that crazy-ass nurse. His only consolidation was that his injuries had completely healed, more than usual apparently, and that psychotic nurse hadn't been able to keep him there. He'd run immediately to the training area, tense and ready to relax and forget all about those things that aggravated him by doing some intense training with Mugen and sending all those pretty little trees to oblivion.

But unfortunately, that little plan wasn't working out so well.

Kanda let out a strangled hiss and bent forward, losing his composure as he clutched his head with his hands.

Fuck. What was going on? What the hell, this pain….

The Japanese samurai swore through gritted teeth, closed his eyes and doubled over in pain as he clutched at his head. Kanda wasn't sure what was worse, the pain, or the fact that it he was actually unable to bear it. What the hell? He was going soft.

That was his last thought before there was a bright flash of green light from behind his closed eyelids, causing him to wince in pain one more time, before the throbbing in his head subsided completely.

Kanda immediately sat up straight, eyes snapping open.

There was someone in front of him.

Immediately, the Japanese man reached for the sword that had been lying across his lap, only to find himself grasping at empty air.

Shit…what the hell? Swore Kanda internally, leaping to his feet and glaring at the intruder through narrowed eyes.

It was a man, appearing to be in his early to mid to late-twenties, dressed in a white and black hakama. His hair was black, slicked back against his head and tied in a short braid, with a single cowlick sticking out over his face. He was Japanese, if that hadn't been apparent from his clothing, it was apparent from his face, with eyes so slanted they appeared closed. Looking at him, Kanda was getting a strange feeling, deep within his chest. He didn't like it, or the tingly feeling that he was getting all over his body. It was distracting, and annoying, just like that shit-eating grin the stranger currently had on his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" snarled Kanda, hands clenched into fists. And how the hell did you sneak in here without me noticing?

The man blinked, and turned his head slightly to the side. "Oh~ You sound mad," he said, raising his hand to his face to poorly conceal his grin. "I understand, this must be shocking. You've never been very good with surprises have you Yu-kun?"

Kanda blinked in surprise, before resuming his angry face and taking a threatening step towards the still sitting man. "How the hell do you get off talking like you know me. The name's Kanda, and you still haven't answered my question!" he shouted. His angry tone went unnoticed though, as the man maintained his happy expression, before losing it to a slightly pensive one.

"That's right~," said the man, seemingly to himself. "My Yu-kun likes to be called Kanda. Yu is reserved for that person. Uh-huh." He returned his gaze to Kanda, who was staring at him with a strange mix of disbelief and anger. "Oh~ Your question? Which one Kanda-kun? You asked me two you know," he said placing his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands. Kanda gritted his teeth. "The first one idiot. Who the fuck are you?"

The man (possibly) blinked again and then stood up. He stood exactly the same height as Kanda, but slightly slimmer, his form somewhat lost in his billowing robes. Despite his 'shit-eating' grin, he actually had quite a mature look to him, akin to someone who had travelled the world, or amassed a lot of knowledge. Upon closer observation it was revealed that his eyes were indeed open, slits of black, and were filled with both wisdom and mirth.

"Ah~, what a funny question," mused the man, one hand on his chin. "My dear Kanda-kun, while it is your amazing skill as an Exorcist and swordsman, as well as your mind-blowingly sexy body and luscious hair, that makes you truly awesome, I still have much faith in your intelligence, as well as your instinct. So excuse me while I wait patiently for you to figure out the answer to that question on your own," he said, grin mellowing into a knowing (infuriating) smile.

What. The. Fuck.

Kanda was ready to snap the little git like a twig, really he was, and there was nothing stopping him. The man was just standing there with his arms folded and lost in his large sleeves like some rhetarded monk with a shit-eating grin.

And yet…

Kanda wasn't one to rely on feelings for anything. Instincts, maybe, but those were what saved your life in the heat of battle. Feelings were what killed you. However, at that moment, the Japanese samurai was getting an intense feeling culminating all throughout his body, and he was also feeling….

At ease.

The tense, always-ready-to-kick-ass-and-stab-some-fuckers, stance that Kanda always took had faded. Despite being seriously annoyed by the man's presence, Kanda was….

Comfortable in his company?

Completely at ease around him?

Feeling relatively calm?

What the hell? This was annoying.

Kanda glared at the man, brow furrowed. Really, how the hell was he supposed to know who this man was? The Exorcist had a photographic memory, and remembered everything from the moment he'd first come out of that damn hole…

Kanda's dark blue eyes widened as a thought occurred to him.

Could….Could he…or his past person…have known him from…

"Oh~ Kanda-kun, you're thinking too hard," huffed the man, hands on his hips. "Don't think about it, just feel what you know."

Kanda huffed right back and raised an eyebrow. Feel what you know? What kind of bullshit was…

Kanda paused.

He stared.

He narrowed his eyes.

He stared some more.

"No…fucking…way," he growled, crossing his arms across his chest.

The shit-eating grin returned in full force and the man threw himself at Kanda, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Yay! Kanda-kun recognizes me!" he cooed happily. "Of course, it is to be expected. After all, my Kanda-kun is the best Exorcist at the Order; also the sexiest."

"Get off!" hissed Kanda, pushing the man down to the ground.

"Ah~ Kanda-kun is angry again," said the man, splayed out on the floor with a sorrowful expression on his face. "So mean…and after all these years?"

"Shut up," spat Kanda, hands clenching into fists. "You're not…You're not my sword. You're not Mugen. That's impossible."

The Japanese man slid himself upwards into a sitting position, a small, knowing smile on his face. "It is very possible. Very possible indeed, my Kanda-kun. I am indeed your Innocence. And have always been your Innocence. From the time you were 'true'," he said, eyes glittering with some hidden knowledge as they regarded the Japanese youth before them.

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Kanda, taking a step forward. Mugen inclined his head slightly to the side. "You know. You know that you are not 'true', Kanda-kun. Not completely anyway. Soul maybe. Mind a little. Body no. Untrue-san, parts of you were once part of my past one, my True-san. But you, you are Untrue, hai? You know that, Kanda-kun. I know that. Komui-baka and the others know that. You are just a fragment of my past, a fragment of my True-san. You are a Second Exorcist."

Kanda froze. How did he…how could he…And those things he was saying, he couldn't possibly be…

"But it is alright, Untrue-san," said Mugen, getting to his feet. "I accepted you the way you are a long time ago. When we first synchronized, hai? At that time, when you were to be terminated…"

Kanda grimaced at the unpleasant memories.

"…Before that I had resisted. I was attached to my True-san. I did not wish for a shoddy copy. But Kanda-kun…" Mugen smiled his wide grin, positively beaming at Kanda. "Kanda-kun has proven himself. Very much so. Kanda-kun is very strong, he is an effective Exorcist, he always gets the job done, and he is merciless in battle. You are remarkable. Also, you are very sexy. Such toned abs and muscular arms, and silky beautiful hair…ah~ I am quite astounded by how incredible you have become. At that time, nine or so years ago, I first realized that perhaps, I should give this Untrue-san a try, because to defeat the Earl…" A hard look fell on the man's face for the first time, making him look genuinely frightening, as his eyes lost all their sparkle and went as cold and as black as coal.

"To defeat the Earl…anything and all must be done. Strong Exorcists are needed. And you…" the 'shit eating' grin returned in full force, and Mugen threw his hands up in the air as he exclaimed, "You, my Kanda-kun, are the strongest (and the sexiest) of all the Exorcists! At that time, I knew you would be strong, Untrue-san, so I allowed synchronization. And such wonderful results! You are so strong now Kanda-kun! Truly marvellous! The most amazing of all! So powerful! So wonderful! So-,"

"Shut up," growled Kanda, falling into a sitting position and crossing legs, head falling into one hand as he scowled. "I need to think."

"Hai!" exclaimed Mugen, a mock serious expression on his face. "My Kanda-kun needs to think! Though it is true that my Kanda-kun is powerful and sexy and amazing, sometimes he forgets to think. Therefore, taking this moment is-,"

"Shut UP!"

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"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down, Chief. What happened?"

"Innocence! Lenalee! Out! Talking! Leverrier! Bad! Lenaleeeee!"

"You're not making any sense, curly…"

Komui was racing back towards the women's infirmary, Reever and Johnny in tow.

The Chinese man had burst into the Science Division, first appearing calm but rapidly dissolving into hysterics as he (badly) explained his tale about Innocence and Lenalee and Leverrier and something of extreme importance that was happening in the women's infirmary of all places. It had taken all of the Scientists to prevent him from activating another Komurin, and it was going take forever for the team to clean up the mess that had been made of the lab, leaving only Reever and Johnny to follow a mildly demented Komui out of the Lab and to the infirmary.

Reever sighed as he struggled to keep up with the distraught man, rubbing the permanent dark circles that were under his eyes. Why does this always happen to me? Why can't our chief be normal?

And where the hell did he get that drill?

The group finally rounded a corner and skidded to a stop in front of the women's infirmary, Komui kicking down the door with a loud shout of "Lenaleeeee!" Reever rubbed the back of his head ruefully as he followed his leader into the room, then paused as he looked around.

The room seemed to be in perfect order, per usual, not a speck of dirt to be seen, and nothing out of place. The only notable affliction was one of the beds having rumpled sheets (he assumed it was Lenalee's) and Leverrier being slumped unconscious against one of the walls, but other than that...

Wait. Hold that thought.

"Crap!" exclaimed Reever, running over to the inspector, Johnny on his heels. "Oh man, is he dead?" asked Johnny, falling to his knees beside Reever as the Australian examined Leverrier's motionless body, placing to fingers on the side of the man's neck.

"No…he has a pulse," said Reever, the slightest hint of regret in his voice. "But he's out cold. Chief, what the heck happened?" Both Reever and Johnny turned to Komui, who was in a mode of utter panic at his sister's sudden disappearance from the room, hair curlier than ever and beret askew.

"Oh no! That crazy Lenalee-look alike has stolen my precious sister and made off with her! She's going to be a bad influence on my sweet, pure, Lenalee!" bemoaned Komui, falling dramatically against the wall with one hand across his face.

"Chief, who has stolen Lenalee? You haven't told us anything comprehensible! Why the hell did you come and get us if you aren't even going to bother telling us what's going on?" said Reever irritably, walking up to Komui and grabbing the Chinese man by his lab jacket.

"I'm too distraught! I can't even think!" exclaimed Komui pitifully.

"For God's sake Komui!"

At that moment, Johnny had left Leverrier's body on the floor (the man was intimidating even when out cold) and was peeking out of the room, having noticed a commotion from across the hall. Johnny walked out of the women's infirmary, stopping in front of the door on the other side of the passageway, the one to the men's infirmary.

There were clearly voices on the other side it.

"-hy did she-,"

"-I don't know she ju-,"

"-ed to figure this-,"

"-on't yell, plea-,"

"-an't touch, you're mi-,"

"-et go of me? Like, now-,"

And they didn't sound too happy.

Johnny leaned his ear closer to the door, a confused expression on his face. Just what was going on on the other side? He could hear what sounded Like Allen, Lavi and Lenalee, but who were those three other unfamiliar voices?

While a part of him was telling him that he should really mind his own business and just report back to the Chief and Reever and tell them that he had found Lenalee and let them deal with any consequences, he just couldn't. After all, he was a scientist, and therefore, curious by nature.

And besides, if curiousity really killed the cat, wouldn't Komui have been dead a hundred times over by now?

With a hardened resolved, and a million questions swimming through his mind, Johnny Gill pushed open the door to the infirmary. The door swung open without hindrance, and it hit the wall with a distinctive thump. The noise that Johnny had heard from the other side of the door came to an abrupt stop, and he found himself with six pairs of eyes trained on him.

Immediately, the American froze, blinking rapidly as he was confronted with three unfamiliar faces…or, were they unfamiliar? Johnny could see his three friends, Allen and Lenalee close to the door, and Lavi leaning against the side of the bed, but in addition to them…

Muttering to himself, Johnny removed his thick glasses and began cleaning them with his lab coat. Great, now the blasted things were making him see double. Replacing them on his face, he resumed peering at the occupants of the room, hoping to now see what was really going on.

Okay, there was Allen.

And directly behind Allen was another taller, scarier Allen, this time Allen with his Innocence activated…wait what?

Peering closely, unease and disbelief settling uncomfortably in his stomach, Johnny noted that, yes, there were two Allen's. One of them was the Allen he was used to, except missing his left arm, staring at Johnny with a half surprised, half apologetic expression on his face. The other Allen was…taller. Taller than normal Allen, and looking like Allen did whenever he activated his Innocence. His hair was all spiky, and he had a silver mask settled around his throat, with his whole body encased in a white cloak.

Allen, but not quite Allen.

Alright, now on to Lenalee.

Lenalee stood not to far from Allen, not really noticing Johnny as she was holding onto her look-alike's arm with an anxious expression. Her look-alike was positioned in front of her, in a tense stance that made her look like she was about to attack someone. She was very much not Lenalee, from the scowl on her face to her strange and vibrant attire, to the curls that spilled over her shoulders, stopping just short of her ample-,

Johnny jerked his gaze up sharply, looking away from the not-Lenalee and trying to ignore the sensations of a potential nosebleed.

So that one was definitely not Lenalee.

And then, Lavi.

Lavi was leaning against the bed, wearing a calculating expression, as if he was observing Johnny's reaction to the whole thing. However, as he noticed Johnny looking at him, a wide smile spread across his face, though it looked sort of strained.

Which was probably due to the girl hanging onto his back.

Yes, in contrast to Allen and Lenalee's older versions of themselves, Lavi had a younger, female version of himself. A version that now had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, glaring at…everyone through a curtain of red hair.

Johnny swallowed nervously and began backing away. If this was what the Chief had stumbled upon, no wonder he'd been such a raving mess. This was weird. What was going on?

"Hey Johnny, where'd you go?" Reever's voice echoed from across the hallway, footsteps and a dragging sound accompanying it as he walked towards the open door, pulling a certain beret-wearing mad scientist behind him. "I managed to get the Chief under control and he's actually going to tell us what-," The Australian stopped as he joined Johnny in the doorway of the men's infirmary, dropping Komui to the floor as his jaw dropped and a cigarette fell out. Komui scrambled to his feet and tears of joy streamed from his face as he saw his beloved 'kidnapped' sister.

"Lenalee!" he cried happily, rushing at his sister with arms outstretched. Dark Boots frowned at the man running towards them, and only managed to suppress her urge to kick him through the wall ( she had to protect Lenalee from all potential threats) by reminding herself that this was her Accommodator's brother, a person almost as driven to protect Lenalee as the Innocence herself was.

"Komui!" exclaimed Lenalee in surprise, releasing her hold on Dark Boots's arm as her brother captured her in a tight embrace. "Where did you disappear to? We've been-,"

"Lavi too?" interrupted Komui, hysterics put aside as he went into a more professional mode, observing the girl attached to Lavi's back with a scrutinizing scientific glare.

"Lavi too," deadpanned the redhead, hiking Tessei up farther on his back as the girl began to slide down. She snuggled into his neck and he sighed in resignation, giving a Komui a look that said 'Help me' and 'What the hell is going on?' simultaneously.

"Chief, what is going on?" asked Reever, extremely panicked by the sight of unfamiliar people in the Order. Had they been infiltrated? Were they Noah? That man who looked like Allen…he couldn't possibly be….

"Please, calm down Section Chief Reever," said Crown Clown, stepping forward from where he had stood behind Allen. Reever jumped back, staring warily at the man all in white. "No thanks," said the Australian breathily, "Just who the hell are you anyways?"

Crown Clown tilted his head to the side. "Well isn't it obvious?" he asked, "I am Allen's Innocence."

Reever's hostile expression faltered and his eyes widened. "What…."

"And I, Lenalee's," said Dark Boots, placing her hand on Lenalee's head, a serious expression on her face, broken only by the glare she shot at Crown Clown

"I am Lavi's Innocence," said Tessei, poking her head from over Lavi's shoulder, "Please stay away from him."

"Eh…" said Lavi, sweatdropping, "Please don't say stuff like that Tessei…"

"Why not? It's true."

"And I'm Kanda-kun's Innocence!"

Everybody in the room turned their heads towards the doorway, where a very pissed off Kanda stood looking with Mugen, shit eating grin as large and shit eating as ever.

"EH? Kanda?" exclaimed Johnny, finally finding his voice. The Japanese samurai scowled, while his sword smiled and nodded, peering over the American's shoulder to another occupant of the room.

"Oh~ Kanda-kun, look!" said Mugen, tugging on Kanda's hand in a way that made the Exorcist's eye twitch in aggravation. "It's sexy-Allen-boy, the only person in this entire Order who comes even close to your level of awesomeness and extreme beauty! Konnichiwa sexy-Allen-boy-pon!" cooed Mugen, waving poshly to Allen.

"What did he call you?" bristled Crown Clown, moving to stand protectively in front of Allen, who was blushing and simultaneously cursing his luck. What, so now even Kanda's Innocence was going to be infatuated with him?

"You should be proud Crown Clown-san," said Mugen, grin replaced by a sage look. "Allen-pon is a very strong Exorcist. I have been an Innocence at this Order for a long time, and Allen-pon is one of the strongest I have ever seen. Almost as strong as my Kanda-kun, and quite possibly as sexy." Allen flushed a deep red, unnerved by Mugen's matter-of-fact tone, while Crown Clown looked flabbergasted, unsure whether to flattered and proud or wary.

"Really Allen-pon, when we first met you kind of looked like, what do they call it, jailbait. But you've become extremely sexy in recent times. (1) I don't know why you and Kanda-kun don't hang out more. You should. Powerful and sexy people should hang out together. Don't you think so Kanda-kun?" asked Mugen, turning to his Accomadator with dark eyes slightly wider than usual.

"Like hell!" spat Kanda, "Why the hell would I want to be anywhere near that damn Moyashi!"

"Because sexy people should be sexy together!"

"Why the hell do you keep saying that word?"

"How can you say that Mugen?" hissed Dark Boots, interrupting them as her fists clenched in anger. "Eh?" said the Japanese sword, turning away from Kanda and tilting his head to the side in a confused manner. "Say what? Sexy? Ah~ Dark Boots-san, the Vatican has affected you too strongly. The church now is so restricting, ne? To make it so awkward to simply tell the truth-,"

"Not that!" she snapped. "How can you be so…how can you be so comfortable with that-,"

"Dark Boots, please don't," pleaded Lenalee, stepping front of the irate woman and holding up her hands. "We already went through this. Please leave Allen alone."

Crown Clown let out a low growl as he realized what the green-haired woman had been about to say and tugged Allen into his arms, wrapping them protectively around the youth.

Dark Boots's furious gaze faltered at the sight of Lenalee's imploring gaze before her, and her entire body relaxed, her violet eyes cast downwards. "My apologies," she said. "I did not wish to upset you."

"Okay, what?" exclaimed Johnny, waving his arms about frantically. "I'm sorry, I need some clarity here. You're telling me that you guys are Innocence?"

"Apparently," said Lavi dryly, "But…it's strange. I can tell that they are our Innocence. It really makes no sense, but they are." Tessei smiled warmly at Lavi who gave a hesitant smile back.

Still got to check up on the whole mind reading thing…

Tessei's smile became less loving and more teasing, and Lavi got the feeling that she had just done it again.

"Cigarettes," muttered Reever, patting his pockets searchingly, "I need cigarettes…"

"We need to run tests," said Komui, adjusting his glasses, "We need to figure out just what has happened, and if it's going to affect their synchronization…we should go straight to Hevlaska, then to the lab…"

Tests? Thought Allen in horror, petrified of the horror of being under Komui's drill again. The others seemed to be having the same thoughts, as Lavi and Kanda both grimaced and Lenalee looked a little crestfallen. In response to their Accomodator's distress, Crown Clown, Tessei, Dark Boots and Mugen were also frowning.

"Yeah," agreed Reever, eyes closed as he lit the cigarette he had found. "We need to figure out what the heck is going on. We should go no-,"

Guuurggrlle

All eyes in the room turned to Allen, who blushed as he folded his arms over his stomach.

"I…haven't eaten yet…" he mumbled, cheeks bright red with embarrassment.

"You need food," said Crown Clown immediately, before turning to the rest of the occupants of the infirmary. "My Allen needs food," he said firmly, grabbing Allen by the wrist and walking purposefully towards the door.

"Wait!" said Komui, motioning with his hand for them to stay, "We need to."

"Didn't you hear me?" growled Crown Clown, turning around to glare at Komui. "My Allen is hungry. He needs to eat. Do you want him to waste away and die? Do you?"

Komui froze, petrified by the icy silver glare he was getting.

"I didn't think so," said Crown Clown, turning back around and resuming pulling Allen out the door. "We're going to the cafeteria." The two white-haired guys, one extremely determined and the other flustered, disappeared out the door.

"Wait!" cried Johnny! "You can't go to the Cafeteria! I mean, you can't just, Crown Clown, nobody knows about you yet!"

"Tch. If this fail meeting is over then I'm going to go and try and get some actual training done," said Kanda. The samurai turned to his Innocence with a raised eyebrow. "You think you can handle that dumbass?"

Mugen smiled and nodded, before his smile dissipated into a pout. "Ah~, but Kanda-kun, shouldn't we go to the cafeteria as well? You haven't eaten also…"

"Training first," growled Kanda, marching out the door without another glance.

" But Kanda-kun~, I think we should eat first~," said Mugen, his voice getting fainter as he disappeared with Kanda out the door.

"Damn it," said Reever, running a hand through his hair. The Australian turned to face the other two Exorcists. "Don't you two go anywhere."

"Wouldn't dream of it," said Lavi with a wink.

"Actually," said Lenalee, somewhat guiltily, "Before we do anything else, do you mind if we take care of Leverrier? I mean, he's still just lying there…"

And...cut.

Sorry, couldn't end it anywhere else, the Muse bunnies were being little bitches about the end of this. Don't worry, I'll get the little devils next time (loads Elmer Fudd rifle).

At first, I felt really bad for making Mugen so….silly. But then I realized, all the other Innocence are really serious, so it might be okay to make the Innocence you'd think would be the most serious a little out there. And there's actually a legit reason for the way he is, it's not just random. It'll eventually be explained in the fic but if you're truly upset about how free-going he is I'd be happy to PM an explanation.

Also, as soon as this is posted, I'm going to go back to the other chapters and remove all the Japanese honorific's. I don't like them anymore, and I think it gives Mugen's speech more impact if only he has them.

(1) My own observation. Seriously, compare Allen from the first chapter of the manga to Allen in the Kanda Arc. Firstly, he was wearing this v-neck vest thing. Deep v-neck. Deep v-neck. And in the latest chapter, he wasn't wearing a shirt at all! (He was also having an angsty moment with Kanda, who was also shirtless. Yup. Yullen's canon now.) But honestly, I was astounded by how sexy he has become. He's no longer shota! He's bishounen!

I know you guys have been waiting for this for awhile, so you've got to have thoughts on this chapter, especially Mugen. Review, I'm actually going to try and reply to reviews this chapter!

xoxo, natcat5 ;p