Hey guys, do you still remember me? No? Okay...。゚(゚∩´﹏`∩゚)゚。Well, here's another chapter of this story. I wrote this chapter so long ago and I just add to it when I get ideas. At least I'm or the story not dead, right? Haha. No? Bad joke? Okay...(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ I just suck at writing sometime and I just finish the ending today, so I'm sorry it's kind of half-assed. (Also college was a factor in this delay...with finals/mid-term/ fast-track classes. RIP) I felt like an appropriate ending of the chapter here, but would take me few more days to actually proofread it to completely make it sound like DECENT english. I don't think anyone would want to wait any longer since the last time I posted something was August of last year. Haha...Time flys...Forgive me (´._.`)Thank you to everyone who favorited/followed/comment on this story! I read them all and every time I see the notification in my email, I feel so happy and inspired to write! ٩(๑òωó๑)۶I lub you all 。゚(TヮT)゚。 Ps. Does anyone read these author notes anymore? Idk...Am I wasting my time? Haha.


Touching my shoulder, I felt at the black stigma that was etched deeply into my body as it extended its hold from my left arms up. The more I defy the law of the church, the more it continues to consume me from my inside out.. I shudder at the thought. No, I must live...I've killed so many to survive this far...I still felt a burning ache from when I revealed the stigma as it slowly made its way up, rotting my flesh along its path, making its way up to my shoulder. I carefully got dressed in my usual attire, trying not to agitate it anymore before leaving out of my room.

I was still feeling the after effects from fainting, but I tried to keep my composure. I have to remember, my enemies were all around me. As I walked down the hall, I felt someone stalking behind me. It put me on edge and I decided that it was better to confront them rather than being ambushed, so I halted my steps before turning backwards. "If you wanted my attention, you could always call out to me, instead of stalking behind me. Unless I'm in your way…?" I heard some snicker and automatically matched it to a face. Wisely.

"For a blind person, you're really hard to sneak up on…Tell me, how did you know I was here, dear guest?" He was in front of me now, patronizing me. But, what for? "Living in the streets of London teach a person a thing or two. What is that you need, Master Noah?" Calling them with such a name disgusted me to no end. It reminded me of that sickening bastard, Levierrer.

"No, no. No formality. I'm just about your age so it would be weird calling me with such a title. Just call me Wisely." I simply nodded at his request, abit surprised. But not that he needs to know. "I was wondering, who you are? I can't seem to read anything from your mind…as if you've purposely blocked it."

I tilted my head in confusion. It was a habit I gained since my expression don't always show. "I don't think I know what you mean...do I remind you of someone?" I spoke innocently, which surprised him as the silence between us dragged on before he noticed and coughed in embarrassment.

"No, not at all." He excused himself and walked off. I felt a light hearted emotion I'm guessing is amusement. I was amused? It surprised even myself, but I didn't show it thankfully in my facade. I quickly frowned at my action, thinking if this what Levierrer feels when he laughs at the cries of the weak whenever he punishes them. Shivers crawled up my spine as I recalled all the cries at night that kept me up at nights during my earlier days in the Black Order. Remembering my own experience with that bastard of a man. I shook my head of the thoughts that plagued my head.

I continued to walk toward my destination before being stopped for the second time with someone calling out my name. "Shounen...good morning to you. What gives me the pleasure of meeting you this morning?" I felt a disbelief before retorting back. For some reason, I feel like I can relax around him, even if it's just a little.

"You called out to me first. Shouldn't you ask yourself that?" He burst out laughing at my quick retort. I shut my mouth, trying not to criticize him for laughing at me, which caused him to laugh even more.

"Yes, yes, you're right, shounen. But you were pouting earlier so I couldn't help it. I thought it was mighty cute of you of such an action." Pouting? I hadn't noticed such expression were even possible for me anymore. This got me to frown even more, which resulted in him chuckling to himself even more. I knew I wasn't going to win this before sighing and letting it go.

"So what is it that you need with me, Master Mikk...,"wondering what did he want from me. It was obvious that he seeked me out rather than running into him coincidentally. I felt displeasure from him when I said that. Did I say something offensive? I tried not to dwell on it too much. I don't even know why would I even care...

"Call me Tyki...Formality has dulled me over the years. Treat me as a friend more than a stranger." I was silent for a second. He was upset over me calling him formally...Is he a child? I stifled a laugh and I looked away in embarrassment when I noticed what I've done. It surprised even me that he caused me to laugh, something that I haven't had experience in. This caused Tyki great joy as it cause him to see something beside the stoic expression always plastered on my face.

"What are you laughing at, shounen? Mind including me in the joke?" He leaned in inches away from my face. I flinched at his closeness, still wary but held my ground. I won't back down from someone like him. Showing fear is something that will coming back to haunt you, something I've experienced many times during my years in the Black Order.

"It's nothing to worry about, Mas-Tyki..."The name was foreign to me as it rolled off my tongue. I felt a light-heartedness when talking to Tyki...How come? I was confused, but I decided it was better in the long run to ignore such emotions. He seemed to enjoy me saying his name for whatever reason. He moved slowly, placing a hand on my head, this time not having a reaction to it.

"It's good that you have other expression other than that serious look all the time...It's okay to be yourself around me. You can trust me..." I felt a pang in my chest. What was this? I don't like this feeling I'm getting. It's something so foreign to me. But the warm hand on my head, it feels good... I involuntarily leaned into the hand. But in the back of my mind, a whispers broke the silent peace I was experiencing as it chanted repeatedly. Don't trust him...They all lie...He will cause you to fall deeper. I froze...the voices were back. Footsteps approached our location, which snapped me out of my daze and caused me to straighten back up and replace my mask. He noticed my rigidness again and became confused. "If that is all you need, Master Mikk. I'll be on my way." I quickly side stepped him and continued on to my destination, ignoring the cry of my name. No, it's not my name anymore...Allen had died long ago...It was a mistake, showing him a vulnerable side of me. It was unlike me making mistakes left and right. He's affecting me too much. Being with him makes me experience...joy? Happiness? I can't even differentiate what these emotions are anymore. Do I even get to to be happy? No...I suppose not. I'm a murderer. I have killed for my selfish wish to survive. If it was not for me, many people would still be alive now. Many innocent people who had families and children. I don't expect to be happy anymore. I shouldn't. I don't need happiness. Happiness will only cause me to die. Yes...continue...be swallowed by the darkness in your heart...Shut up. Just shut up. Leave me alone...Hahahahahaha... I shook my head trying to clear my head of the madness that has came over me before reaching the double door that led to a library.

Lavi was there, immersed in the books for his study of Noah's. I walk up to his presence as I heard him stop what he was doing to speak. "Sorry for the commotion a few days ago," I said, bowing.

"Hey, hey. No need to get that serious this early in the morning. And it's fine. I don't really mind," he said, laughing and placing his hands on my shoulder. I flinched at the gesture, but I stood still. "Besides, I don't think you could of helped it of when you decided to get sick. By the way, are you alright now? What happened?" I thought about it for a bit before slowly nodding, unsure of what to tell him.

"Nothing serious...Just exhaustion, Lavi," I spoke quietly. I didn't know what to I would call that experience. A dream? No...A nightmare?...I decided lying would of been the best option as even I don't know who and what was that man I encountered when I was unconscious. He had the appearance of Tyki, but the atmosphere around him was different from the ones of Tyki. My gut feeling was telling me to keep quiet about the incident. Pointing out something else that was wrong with me was ill advised as it showed that I'm weak. Lavi looked at me skeptically before sighing, knowing that I would say no more of the incident.

"If you say so...Don't forget, we're in this together. If you need any help, don't hesitate." I bowed once more, showing my sign of respect, but neither agreeing nor denying his help. Across the table, there were books scattered across ranging from old mythology to history books that recorded the time that dated back to the creation of the world. Lavi sighed in frustration as he dropped the book in his hand onto the table and leaned back on his chair.

"What's wrong?," I asked at his sign of frustration. Me being here doesn't help Lavi at all since I'm not able to see any of the books clearly with this bandage over my eyes. Feeling useless, I hope to help relieve some of his stress by letting him vent it out.

"At all the books I've read so far, they talk the creation and how Noah help repopulate the world. It started as originally 13 Noahs, but in order to find this fourteenth Noah, I need to know as much as possible. But these gives me absolutely nothing about any characteristics of the fourteenth Noah." As he said that, a flashback came smacking me across the face as I braced myself. There was 2 mans in the library we were in as they walked toward the bookshelf. At a closer inspection, it was the two brothers again.

"Brother, what are we doing in here?" said the older of the two. The other brother was holding onto a old leather bound journal as he walked up to one of the back bookshelves and placing it there.

"Trying to hide this thing. It is something I documented over the time I'm here. It's something to mark that I existed in this world." The older brother felt sad for his younger brother.

"What do you mean? I'll always remember you, and besides, we can't really die from old age." This cause the younger of the brother to laugh.

"Yeah, you're right...But still...It contain memories of my human life as well...something that I don't want to forget as time goes on. Eventually these memories are going to fade and I don't want to change into somebody...no...something that I'm not..." The older brother placed a hand on the younger's shoulder, staring at him intently.

"That's not going to happen. We'll always be together, through thick and thin. Forever and always," the man said, tapping his fist lightly on the younger's shoulder. The image faded back out as I regained my senses back in the real world. So much for forever, I thought. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and I froze. What happened? My hearing was the last thing I recovered before noticing who it was.

"Allen!...Earth to Allen!..." When he noticed that I froze up, he let go and sighed. "I didn't think a person like you were capable to zone to that extent," he laughed. I froze as it all swarmed back in my head. My foot began to move on it's own as if possessed by some force as it carried me to the back of the library, weaving through the shelves as if I been here before. I heard Lavi calling my name, but that was the least of my problems as my body urged me to the back towards a specific shelf that was in my flashback. My hand slowly stretched out and grabbing hold a familiar leather bound book covered in years of dust. Holding it in my hand, I felt a nostalgic feeling from it as my hand shook. I heard footstep behind me as I quickly hid the book in my coat as I turned back to Lavi who was worried. "Hey Allen, you sure you okay? I'm sorry for teasing you...I didn't think it was that bad..." I couldn't tell him the truth...So I pulled the dead smile that I showed almost everyone. An expression that I lost the privilege of even feeling anymore.

"No, no. It's alright. It wasn't you, I was just feeling a bit ill still. I'm sorry to worry you quite as much," I said as I walked him back toward his table to pick up his work to bring to the room. I quickly slipped the book in my jacket as we left the library. What is my connection to this thing?...Don't stop, keep walking...