Series/Disclaimer: D Gray-Man; which I don't own. Because if I did Daisya wouldn't have died. D:
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Author's Note: This one is supposedly done.

But I hate the third and (supposedly) final part. So that'll need some work before I upload it. But this one should be finished soon.

I still adore Daisya. Though I don't think they have his episodes up anymore on youtube. D:

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He was eating breakfast the next morning when he remembered the girl he had saved. The instant he had, he'd proclaimed that he was going out to explore the town. Really, the excuse wasn't a very good one as all of them knew that he was quite familiar with Bodrum and while there was always the chance it had changed in the years he'd been away – he knew it hadn't. Bodrum didn't change; that's what made it so boring and claustrophobic. To this day it was still filled with tourists with no clue and merchants with nothing to do but sell out. He peered over one of the tables sprawled with dinky, useless charms similar to the ones his family used to sell.

Stupid trinkets for dumb tourists.

Laughing to himself he turned to continue down the street, taking no notice that someone was calling out to him until he felt his hood snag and get yanked from his head. Instantly his hands shot up to catch it as he turned, coming face to face with the young girl from the previous night. The instant their eyes met hers widened, tearing slightly as though his face alone had overwhelmed her with so much emotion she couldn't contain it more than a few seconds.

"It…it is you!" Arms latched around his waist securely and her head hid within the black folds of his uniform, "I knew it was you, Daisya! I knew it…"

It took him a moment to acknowledge what had happened and by then more surrounding gazes had fallen to him. He swallowed, unsure of what to do with all the attention, as he brought his hands up to his sister's trembling shoulders, "You're still a crybaby. Just bigger."

She pulled back, unable to hide the smile that had surfaced as a result of their reunion, "And you're still picking on me!"

Daisya grinned a bit, scratching casually at his cheek, "Why change one of my good traits?" He watched as she looked him over, going so far as to run a circle around him before stopping in front of him again. Her face was confused, eyes fixed on the cross decorating the front of his uniform as though she could read the strange symbols adorning it.

"So…when you left that day…?" He nodded, reaching behind him to pull his hood back up. Instantly some of the gazes disappeared, as though by returning his hood he suddenly became just another Exorcist again and there was no way the Daisya these people might have known would have what it took to be an Exorcist. He was just a prankster who ran away. They moved on, letting him slip from their radar as though nothing had happened – but Dharma didn't. His sister noticed the jingle of his bell and peered around him once more, reaching out to touch it lightly with her finger, "Is that the bell from the shop? But it looks just like-"

"It's my Charity Bell," he said, jerking his head so the silver dislodged from the end of his hood and he caught it on his knee. He didn't bother activating it, so it remained the size of a small trinket, "My weapon."

"That little bell destroyed that monster last night!?" her face was now one of pure shock but an almost gullable belief in what her brother said. Daisya could have told her the sky was orange and she would have bought it.

"Hey, hey!" he scoffed defensively, and jostled the ball between his foot and knee, "Size isn't everything! I've destroyed a lot of Akuma with this."

She opened her mouth again but was cut off by someone calling her name from within the crowd. Daisya looked up as two boys, similar in looks not only to each other but Daisya as well, came jogging up behind her.

"You shouldn't bother the Exorcists, Dharma! They have jobs to do!" One called, a frown on his face as they closed in on the pair.

"Dort! Barry! It's Daisya!" she exclaimed, "I told you it wasn't a dream! He saved me last night."

"No way."

While he was undoubtedly supposed to be happy that he had not only found his siblings but that they recognized him as well. Yet a certain feeling of alarm had started to rise in him with the increased attention – something he usually thrived on. It was unlikely that Akuma would attack after the sharp decrease in their numbers last night, but he felt exposed. The cross was a calling card, yes, but it was a calling card to him, not to his siblings. With the commotion they were making it would easily attract the attention of an Akuma in disguise for later leverage and Kanda would dismember him if he hesitated in battle.

"Could we keep it down?" he mumbled. Soon his hand was being clasped between two smaller ones and he felt his eyes drop to his sister's smiling face.

"Come back to the shop with us."

"Yeah! It's been forever," Barry interjected with a smile of his own.

"We promise not to argue!" The other, Dort, threw in for further persuasion for his brother to join them. Daisya looked to them each respectively and turned over his shoulder as if expecting Kanda to be standing there with his usual glare. It was more than slightly amusing that he should have no conscious of his own and ended up using his friend as a stand in.

He looked back to his siblings again with a light sigh, reaching up to pick at his cheek again lightly, "Not right now – I've got work to do first. I'll come by later tonight."

Three looks of disappointment crossed all their faces at the same time but his immunity to those effects had stayed with him. After a few promises that he would show up, his siblings faded back into the crowds and Daisya was left feeling slightly weary. Even his siblings didn't seem to have changed much in the years since he'd left – it wasn't surprising but it still disheartened him. Had he changed since he'd left or was he simply the same Daisya, just with a new outfit?

"There you are." Kanda said, causing Daisya to turn slightly and peer over his shoulder, "Have you found anything?"

He shook his head, "Just my siblings."

"Your-" Kanda looked surprised for a brief second before his angular eyes narrowed once again, "Daisya-"

"I know what's coming," he quipped, pulling his face back into the usual broad grin, "Nothing I can do about it now. Though I did say I'd stop by later." He rolled his eyes thoughtfully towards the sky.

"You what?" the Japanese boy didn't yell but there was a dangerous threat under his words. It didn't help Daisya that this particular face of the swordsman always made him crack up; something that only further irritated Kanda when he was already angry. But it couldn't be helped, as the jester tried and failed to explain many times before, there was just something particularly amusing about Kanda when he was riled, "This isn't funny, you clown! It's too dangerous for you to be going off on your own when Akuma are so high in number. What if something happens?"

"I won't be bored," Daisya replied with a playful yet casual tone. His arms disappeared beneath his cowl and he moved around Kanda in an almost twirling manner, "Stop worrying about me and help find the Innocence shard – that's why we're here, after all."

"Che," his eyes became slits but he followed along anyway as Daisya explored the shops.

Kanda was half expecting the Exorcist's eyes to light up at the silly toys and charms but instead he brushed them off. Never saying anything aloud, his face displayed his distain and whenever a tourist came up beside them he would turn to find a new stand. In one instant an entire crowd had swarmed the shop they were at and separated them. It was an entire fifteen minutes before he spotted the Black Order uniform again, standing slightly off the market place road and watching people walk by.

"Anything?" he asked as he came upon the Exorcist. Daisya shook his head, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground, arms resting on his knees.

"We've been searching for hours and still nothing – do you have your golem? Maybe the General has a lead," he suggested. Kanda frowned at the crowd though his eyes had slipped closed to them.

"He would have contacted us. He's probably off drawing scenery," he retorted with a touch of bitterness in his voice. It wasn't directed at their master so much as the feeling that he'd misplaced the trust they'd been given if that were the case. Daisya peered up at his friend, only able to make out the lower half of his face along the edge of his hood. Kanda didn't notice or chose to ignore it even when his eyes opened and he surveyed the crowd with a calculating silence.

The seated boy tried to follow his gaze but it seemed like this was one of the looks he was unable to trail. Eventually he conceded defeat and started to rise, despising the tingling he got in his legs when he was still for too long; it made him feel like a flea.

"There are a few more places," Daisya chimed, attempting to lighten the mood with his helpful tone. Within seconds, however, both of their gazes fell to his stomach which practically shook with its growling. He chuckled with amusement and perhaps a touch of surprise, "But I think a meal would be better."

Kanda rolled his eyes, "If you had finished your breakfast instead of running off like you did."

"Oh don't be that way," he stepped around the other, once again in a sort of dancing manner, to head towards the next street over. He didn't care for tourist restaurants either, but at this point he wasn't going to be picky, "A quick meal then we get back to searching." Displeased with the answer but not willing to abandon Daisya to his own methods, Kanda walked after him.

After lunch the two met up with Tiedoll again who instructed them to keep searching but to stick together. When Kanda made a slight 'che', Tiedoll pointed out that they were both inexperienced and it was likely an attack would be coming soon. Daisya didn't seem fazed by his friend's reluctance to work with him and simply turned to shuffle back to the market district.

"You didn't mention your little meeting," Kanda pointed out once the group had gone their respective ways.

"Neither did you," Daisya replied with a smoothness that Kanda hadn't expected from him, his gaze shifting up towards his friend.

"Che," he scoffed, "It's none of my business."

"Yet you're the one who keeps bringing it up," he pointed out in a tone that was sing-song with a mock thoughtfulness.

Kanda stopped walking but Daisya didn't pause until he was three steps ahead of him. He turned, finding his friend's straight cut bangs were shadowing his eyes. His expression fell and a small wave of guilt came over him.

"Kanda, I-"

"Forget it. I don't care," he lifted his head again and passed the other, hands fisted loosely at his sides, "It isn't my problem."

While he knew better than to attempt to remedy the problem, that never stopped him from wanting to try. But Kanda was untouchable when he was in a good mood; bad only made it more likely for someone to lose a limb. Somehow Daisya wasn't willing to make that sacrifice today.

"I'm going to go check the next street over," he called. When his comrade didn't acknowledge it he chanted the other's name in various pitches, eventually earning himself a growled 'fine, whatever'. He sighed but refused to lose his good mood over Kanda's ego.

Spinning on his heel he took long strides and cut through the alleyways between buildings to emerge on the other side of the marketing district. This place featured less open stands and more actual shops – residents of Bodrum had stores here compared to the merchant shops in the next district. It seemed pointless to check a resident shop but there was a lot of trade throughout the town – there was always a chance that the Innocence had been traded to someone who lived here.

Daisya spared casual glances towards the other shops but his intended destination was all too clear. The first place his eyes found was the door, catching the gleam of a new bell out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't as nice as the old one and the jingle was higher pitched, making Daisya's ears twitch as a result when he stepped inside, "Hey!" He had never been one for making quiet entrances.

"Be right out!" A female voice called from the back. It sent a jolt down his spine and the Exorcist was unable to resist venturing back to the residential part of the shop.

Sure enough his identification of the voice was right and his mother was in the back, moving around boxes. Her back was hunched over, rummaging through an unmarked package for new items to put on display for the wandering tourists. She must have heard him enter because she straightened to turn, already halfway through her sentence when her eyes found his face. Thankfully there was nothing in her hands because it certainly would have dropped to the floor.

"Daisya…? My Daisya?" she seemed more shocked than pleased and a small arrow of pain struck Daisya's heart.

He nodded, quite sure he was wearing a solemn expression which both pleased and annoyed him for its appropriatness. He didn't want to look happy if she didn't want to see him but something about knowing his expression resembled Kanda's was irksome, "Yeah, it's-" Without warning he was knocked slightly off balance with a tight embrace, "-me?"

Already his mother was sobbing into his uniform, only saying one audible word through her tears – "Daisya!"