Mizu: In all honesty…This was actually part of the last chapter but when I first separated it out, it was like eighteen to twenty pages (my laptop is acting up again and giving me confusing numbers). So I did my best to find a good spot to split it. Disclaimer: I don't own -Man. If I did, my first act of business would be to punch Lenalee as hard as I could. That should get her blood boiling again. She used to be so badass…
Innocence's True Form
Chapter 12- Raising a new way
"What!" Allen suddenly shouted later that week from his usual spot in the cafeteria.
Everyone else in the room stopped and looked at the young man. It had become common knowledge by now that Allen was due for a growth spurt at any time. They had also been informed to expect his voice to break and many of the Order was hoping for that to happen so very much. After all, many in the Order had left their families behind. Hearing such a thing, even if it was just once, would have made the distance away from them more bearable. After all, who wouldn't be able to think that Allen with a breaking voice adorable?
So besides the people who had turned their focus to him for such an odd reason, everyone stared at the boy in curiosity. Allen, though he never failed to voice his opinion, rarely raised his voice above what could be heard at his table. This sudden exclamation had startled so many that they froze mid-bites. As Allen looked around, they watched as he apologized for the interruption with a light blush on his face. Soon after, the cafeteria was a buzz again but now the topic had shifted to Allen.
"Nice, baka~!" C.C. laughed as Allen glared at him.
"That was not my fault," he pouted.
"What the crud was that all about, Moyashi-chan?" Lavi laughed as he and his innocence sat across from him.
"Ask him," Allen growled out before returning to stuffing his face with his mountain of food.
"I see that you finally have your appetite back," O.K. pointed out as he tried to steal a plate from the stack.
"I was just telling him that T.R. and the Heart used to have a thing for each other," C.C. smirked as Lavi performed a perfect spit take that hit Allen dead on.
"Wh-What!" Lavi exclaimed while Allen fought his eye twitch and the urge to throw one of his deserts at his friend.
"Yeah, they were a lot like Mugen and I up until recently," C.C. stated, face growing a little more solemn.
"Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that," O.K. looked up from his thieving of several plates, "You guys all tried to go after the Earl in a major attack."
"What?" Lavi gaped.
"Right," C.C. nodded, "Neither O.K. or I were a part of that attack though so we don't know all the details."
"All we do know is that the Heart decided to gather up all the innocence that were either fully linked or had a high synchronization rate with their wielders and go after the Earl," O.K. added, "But something went wrong."
"Wrong? How wrong?" Allen asked.
"The Earl nearly destroyed them all," C.C. said.
"H-How did they escape?" Lavi stuttered.
"From what we were told, T.R. and his wielder created a barrier to protect them from the Earl's attacks for a bit," O.K. explained, "By then, many of their wielders were on their last legs. This was the same for T.R. on his wielder."
"The Heart knew this and knew that they couldn't hold out for much longer," C.C. sighed, "After all, even her wielder was starting to fade. So she had T.R. lower the barrier. Stepping out, she took many hits to protect them all as she prepared one final attack. At the same time as she was doing that, she began sending them all away from there one by one. Of course, T.R. didn't like this idea. When she was down to only him remaining, he tried to reach her to stop her. Not even turning around, she just waved her hand and sent him and his wielder to the town that you found Miranda in."
"W-Well…at least we know that she managed to get away from the Earl otherwise none of you guys would be here," Lavi stated nervously, "But just the fact that you guys lost a battle to the Earl…"
"Why did the Heart decide to go after the Earl then anyway?" Allen asked.
"Because her accommodator was the one that Hevlaska predicted would be the Path Changer," O.K. stated, "He was destined to change the way the war was going. And I guess he did in a way."
"What do you mean?" Allen asked noticing the way that C.C.'s face fell even more.
"This all happened thirty-five years ago," C.C. said, pausing to take a deep breath, "And about two months after their attack on the Earl, the Fourteenth Noah tried to take his life, killing many of the Noah in his attempt."
Allen's face paled as Lavi choked on his food.
"Whatever the Heart did as her final attack managed to weaken enough that if the Fourteen hadn't had such a hard time with the rest of his family, then he might have actually managed to kill the Earl," O.K. explained.
"N-No way…" Allen whimpered.
"Wh-What happened to her wielder, by the way?" Lavi asked, desperate to change the subject, "You said that he was dying before she sent everyone away."
"He died," C.C. sighed, running a hand through his hair, "But the Heart is special in the fact that anyone can become her wielder. True, she still has to wake for her true accommodator just like the rest of us, but the likely hood of her finding it due to the fact that she is not limited in who she chooses sky rockets so that she almost always has her true accommodator."
"All we know is that one day she has one wielder and the next, she's got this guy who has this long fiery red hair and a bad attitude-" O.K. started to say before earning an elbow to the stomach, "What! I was just filling in the blanks!"
"Hush up!" C.C. snapped, looking at Allen as his eyes widened.
"W-wait…fiery red hair? Does he gamble and womanize?" Allen asked, aura darkening slightly.
"Um…I couldn't tell you!" O.K. laughed nervously, realizing he had said too much.
"…It's master, isn't it?" Allen asked C.C., glaring the piece down.
"Y-Yeah," C.C. nodded, "When she found him, we don't know but we do know that he is one of her true accommodators…That and he is connected to the Fourteenth as well."
Allen sat in silence for a moment, thinking. The other three looked at each other, contemplating whether or not to change the subject.
"She's Grave of Maria, isn't she?" Allen asked, startling the two pieces.
"H-How'd you figure it out?" O.K. stuttered.
"Easy. Judgment was found after Master disappeared," Allen shrugged, "I figured that if she was in the Order then she would have appeared sooner when that Apocryphos attacked me."
"Oh yeah, about that guy," C.C. said, "I just remembered. That Apocryphos was actually Judgment. He had just joined up with Cross to stay close to the Heart-"
"But his main reason was to keep an eye on Allen as he grew up," the Heart said from behind the two, scaring everyone at the table with her sudden appearance, "So I see that you've already found me out then?"
Allen just nodded as he clutched at his chest, "I don't think my poor heart can keep up with all of you guys just appearing out of nowhere."
The Heart just giggled as she sat down next to the cursed teen, "Just call me Maria from now on. Being called the Heart every other sentence is getting really old."
"Are you okay with everyone knowing who you are?" Lavi asked, "You do know that Central won't let you go back out now that they know that you're here."
"I'd like to see them stop me," Maria laughed, "Besides, it's not like they know where Cross is so they have no idea how to track my movements."
"Wait M-Master's…M-master is still alive!" Allen gasped.
"Yep~!" Maria beamed, "That Apocryphos couldn't kill him no matter what he did anyway."
"Wait, Judgment also attacked Cross?" Lavi blinked, "Why?"
"Same reason he tried to kill Allen," Maria shrugged, "He just thought that the world would be better off without them I suppose."
"Master's alive…" Allen whimpered, as tears threatened to appear, "He's alive so why do I feel like crying! He's never done anything good for me! He's treated me worse than dirt on the best of days! He made me do things I wish I could undo! H-He…He made sure that I learned what I needed to learn. H-He took care of me after I lost Mana…H-He wasn't the best guy in the world but he took me in, no matter what the reason."
Maria slowly pulled the boy into her arms as he finished, "H-He is probably one of the most detestable guys around but still…but still he's my master."
"That's right," Maria smiled, rocking him back and forth, "Before I left to come here, he told me to tell you to just keep walking on whatever path you want. You'll make it somewhere eventually."
Allen just let out a bitter laugh before he finally broke down. The three pieces of innocence exchanged a look that conveyed their worry over the boy. O.K. and Maria looked over to C.C. in concern as well. He merely shook his head as he scooted over so he could gently pet his wielder's hair. They just nodded, leaving poor Lavi out of the loop as he watched in silence. After all the poor boy had been through, none of them had the heart to tell him the worst thing about his connection to Cross and the Fourteenth, especially C.C.. None of them wanted to tell the boy that if kept on the path he was on, he was bound straight for death.
"He's the Destroyer of Time, huh?" T.R. sighed later on that night once C.C. and O.K. had taken their wielders to the training rooms for some playful sparing.
"Unfortunately," Maria sighed, placing her head in her hands as she leaned over the table, "I still can't for the life of me figure out why it was him that was chosen…It isn't fair."
"Maybe it's just time for it all to end and he was just the unlucky one to be chosen to carry the burden," T.R. shrugged.
"It still isn't fair!" the Heart exclaimed, "That boy shouldn't have to be the one to carry all of this burden! A soldier, yes, but the center of it all? This isn't right! It can't be right…It just has to be someone else…"
T.R. was silent for a moment, "I don't remember you having any problem before when a major player entered the war. We've all had wielders who was those players, including C.C., so I know that's not why you're so bent out of shape. So why? Why can't you accept that it's him this generation?"
"Because it shouldn't be!" Maria snapped, "He's an innocent boy! Why'd he have to be the one chosen!"
"He's a product of the war and you know that," T.R. pointed out, "Everything that he has become has been directly affected by the war. He became an exorcist because he accidentally brought back his loved one only to have him be cursed. He's the host of the Fourteenth because of his lineage. He is an accommodator because he desperately needed C.C. to even survive long enough to be born into this war. You cannot say that he is not connected to the war and should be taken out of the equation because you know that is a damn lie!"
"I know that but he's just a child, T.R.!" Maria cried.
"And so were many of our other accommodators!" T.R. shot back, "It makes no difference! He just happened to be the one to be chosen! Stop trying to get around that fact!"
"And you stop trying to act like you weren't upset when you found out Hevlaska's prophecy for him!" Maria shouted.
That stopped T.R. for a second.
"I know that you still remember when we all argued what the best course of action was for the Fourteenth Noah that resides within Allen," the Heart stated, "C.C. was bound and determined to convince everyone that he could take care of it. I haven't seen my brother so adamant since he tried convincing father to allow him to marry a peasant girl that lived a town away. He has never really spoke up for anything ever since we came back to fight the Earl. So seeing him do so just for one small kid surprised me.
"You remember when he argued actively with Judgment for days about it," Maria continued, "Slowly, everyone started to see his point. They all started to join his side about not just flat out killing Allen. Even you agreed, T.R. We all agreed that it would be a good idea, not just so that we could have an advantage against the Earl. We all agreed because we wanted to be able to tell us that we weren't just causing more pain and suffering for those we love. We wanted to believe that if we saved this child, we would be creating something good out of the royal mess that we were in.
"So, so what if I want to keep that idea alive!" the woman suddenly cried out, "Every single one of us fell in love with Allen that day, even though none of us knew him! All we knew of him was what C.C. told us. All we knew was the facts and pieces of information C.C. said trying to convince us. And that was enough. We were sold on the idea of raising a child that could bring us and the rest of the world joy. We wanted to try and heal some of the wounds that we had created in our attempts to rid the world of darkness.
"But just look what its cost him, T.R.!" Maria shouted, tears threatening to fall, "He's given us all hope and he makes everyone he meets smile, but what about him! His entire life has been a life of pain! We were all so consumed with making ourselves feel better that we forgot about protecting him! So, so what if I want to correct that! So what if I want to try and make it up to him! It's our own fault that we can't defeat the Earl anyway! We just haven't figured out the right way to do so! He doesn't have to die just for the war to end! He doesn't have to die for us!"
T.R. just stared in shock at his love as she fought not to cry. He honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been so livid about something. Seeing her tears in the corner of her eyes was a sobering factor as well. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. He indeed understood where she was coming from. The scene from their meeting at that time had been burnt into his memory for quite some time.
*Flashback*
After finding out about the situation with Allen, Maria had acted quickly and opened a link between all the pieces of innocence. None of them quite knew why she had called them all, but they knew that it must have been important because she had seemed nervous about it. As they waited for all the links to be opened, several of the pieces were actively talking through the link. Nearly all the pieces were in attendance when C.C.'s link opened. Everyone instantly fell silent as his appeared in the center of them all.
'What the?' T.R. thought in surprise, 'Nobody ever appears in the center unless they are on trial for treason against the heart.'
T.R. looked around at the images of all the other pieces, noticing the different faces for the familiar pieces of innocence, 'But if that was the case, not everyone would be here. The Heart would have only chosen a handful of us to serve as a jury.'
T.R. looked back at C.C.'s image, 'Then again...He is the second piece and her older brother. Maybe she wants to make sure that everyone agrees on the verdict…Still I can't believe that White would do something so awful that she would think about sending him back…'
"What do you suppose that idiot White's doing here, Rewind?" one of the pieces smirked from beside him, "Maybe he finally did something so stupid not even his sister can ignore it."
"I highly doubt that, Ripper," T.R. sighed.
"It's Judgment now," the piece chuckled, "I partnered up with the same guy that the Heart is with now."
"Why are you beside me anyway?" T.R. asked, "Shouldn't you be by Rose's side?"
"Not today," Judgment shook his head, "Oh, and she's going by the name Maria now."
"Maria?" T.R. blinked.
"Yeah, the guy gave her the name, "Grave of Maria." I don't know about that guy, he's really messed up, you know?" Judgment stated.
"He must be if he has two basically independent pieces of innocence as his weapons," T.R. sighed as the Heart appeared.
"I have called you all here to help me decide the fate of my brother's newest accommodator," the Heart announced, "I want you to listen to everything carefully before asking any sort of question. This trial is of vital importance."
'A trial of a human?' T.R. thought in mild surprise, 'So we're going to decide whether or not he should become a fallen? But shouldn't White be able to decide this on his own without a trial let alone a trial of such magnitude?'
T.R. looked at C.C. carefully. He could see that he had indeed found a new accommodator as of recent times. He had shoulder length brunette hair, light skin, and silver eyes. It was quite stunning to see the change in appearance as always with C.C.. However, his image wasn't nearly as fuzzy as some suggesting that he had found a true accommodator. That in itself was strange seeing as the Heart had told her brother not to go after any as a sort of break since the incident with the last one.
'None of us still know why that guy went berserk like he did,' T.R. thought, shaking his head, 'But White was sure shaken up by it.'
"As of right now, I have not been renamed by my accommodator yet so I will continue to go by my last given name of White," C.C. started off, "I am here today to defend my accommodator as you decide his fate."
A whirlwind of whispers swept through the link. Even T.R. was shocked. Defend his wielder? This was unheard of. None of the pieces had ever tried to defend their accommodator once they had been thought of going against them. It was unheard of but then again, C.C. was known for not really following the norm.
"I guess it is a trial for a fallen," Judgment sighed, "It sure is getting harder and harder to find good people I guess."
"I suppose," T.R. nodded halfheartedly.
"I have been with my wielder for a total of five years now and I have to say that he is probably the most kind, caring, understanding, and innocent person out there," C.C. continued, ignoring all the whispers.
'Innocent? That's a new way to describe our wielders,' T.R. thought, 'None of them are truly innocent. They've all seen so many horrors in this war, especially since the Order was rebuilt about ninety years ago.'
C.C. took a deep breath before continuing on, "I have actually been with my accommodator since before he was born."
There was silence before they all erupted in a unanimous, "What!"
"Are you kidding me!" Judgment roared from his place, "There is no possible way to do so!"
"I was acquired by the boy's mother before he was born. For the longest time, I had the sensation of being near my true accommodator whenever I was near her. I knew it was her but couldn't figure out where the feeling was coming from. It wasn't until one day when his mother made the off handed comment that he must have really liked the ring, the form I was in at the time, that she wore cause that was the only time that he was active," C.C. explained.
"Unfortunately, soon after discovering this, I found that he was in distress within his mother's womb," C.C. continued, "His heart wasn't developing fast enough to keep up with his body and he did not even have a left arm. I contacted the Heart and she agreed that it would be for the best if I joined up with him. Through some cooperative efforts, I was finally able to reach him and save his life."
'What would that have been like?' T.R. thought for a moment, 'Seeing what the inside of a womb looks like as well as actually experiencing being born…Forget I asked…I don't really want to think about it.'
"So wait, you're saying that he's only about four or five years old right now?" a random piece questioned.
"Yes," C.C. nodded.
"There's no way that a four year would be able to do anything so bad as to warrant this kind of trial!" T.R. exclaimed, "What is all of this really about, White?"
"…He's the host of the Fourteenth Noah," C.C. said solemnly.
Everyone gasped in response.
"Then why are we even holding this trial!" Judgment shouted, "You should know that we have to kill him before he can awaken!"
"I won't do it!" C.C. snapped, "If he was really a Noah in hiding, why would he be my true accommodator? Why would I be able to join with him! There has to be something there beside the Noah!"
"Impossible!" Judgment spat, "The only reason that you and the Noah haven't started clashing is because he hasn't awoken yet! This is our time to strike, before he can grow up and get stronger!"
"He isn't an enemy!" C.C. shouted, "He's just a little boy!"
"He's one of those scumbags!" Judgment retorted.
The argument carried on for the next thirty-six hours. In that time, they all learned everything there was to know about C.C.'s accommodator. They found out that his father threw him out due to the form C.C. had to take when he was only one. They heard of how the boy was basically raised by one kind nun until the head nun spotted his arm. Then he had been kicked out of the orphanage he had only been at for one year. All listened as C.C. told of the horrors his wielder had lived through during his life of living off the streets.
They also heard how the boy was still so caring of the world. While he tried to act indifferent to adults, he would go out of his way to make someone smile. If he saw an injured animal, he would carry it to a vet. He gave up his food to the starving and gave whatever money he could find to the poor beggars. This little boy that had nothing himself was giving everything he could to those he didn't even know. He had been treated so badly by the world but yet his heart was still so big.
C.C. told them of how the boy would go to bed every night, praying for a nice family to find him and take care of him. He would go around with a wide smile even if he was in pain. The only thing that the boy wanted was to make everyone happy and someone to be able to come home to. It didn't matter to him if they were rich or poor. They were all people so he would try his best every day to place a smile on the face of everyone he met. And every single one of them treated him like dirt due to his arm. But he still kept on with his big happy smile. He just wanted someone to smile back at him.
"Please!" C.C. begged, light red tears filling his eyes, "Don't give up on this boy just yet! Give him a chance to prove himself! Give him a chance to show that he's not just one of those bastards! Let him show you that he deserves to live!"
"Like I've been trying to tell you, he's one of them!" Judgment snapped, growing tired of the constant fighting before T.R. held up his hand, "What, Rewind?"
"I just want to ask White something," T.R. stated, looking straight at the desperate piece, "Why are you so determined to save this boy? I get what you're saying about him being a good person right now but the Heart could have told us all this. She could have just asked us what we thought we should have done about this. So why are you so adamant about defending him when you know that there is a chance that this will still voice the obvious answer? Why fight so hard for this one boy?"
"Because I'm all he has!" C.C. cried out, stunning all those in the link, "If I don't protect him, who will! Answer me that, Rewind! I can't protect him in everyday life because I can't fully link with him yet! So this is the least I can do! I can't just sit by and let others determine whether or not he deserves to live when they don't even know him! I just can't do it! I can't let you just decide for yourselves when you don't know him! I can't let you kill my son!"
A shockwave ran through all the pieces in attendance. It was common knowledge that C.C. had never felt a parental connection to his true accommodators like the rest of them. So to hear him yell out son for all those to hear instantly made them all think. If C.C. was so sure that this kid was worth saving, maybe they should trust him.
"I'm ready to voice my decision," Mugen said, stepping forward a bit, "Is that alright, Heart-sama?"
"Go ahead Thorn," Maria nodded.
"Thank you," Mugen said, smiling a bit at C.C. as he stared in shock at her, "I believe that we should put our trust into White and his accommodator. There is no reason to believe that the Noah will awaken soon and perhaps White might be able to contract a deal of some sort with it."
"I agree with Thorn," O.K. agreed.
"Thank you Carpenter," Mugen laughed.
The entire link was abuzz with whispers about what to do. After several minutes of sitting around debating with himself, T.R. looked up with his determination shining in his eyes.
"I would like to throw my hand in with White and his wielder," T.R. announced, "I would like to believe in this child."
"Rewind," Maria whispered, eyes wide.
"What are you talking about?" Judgment snapped, "You guys are talking about pardoning one of our enemies with nothing more than a pat on the back and saying not to do bad things!"
"I want to believe in the kid an White, Judgment," T.R. said, "I want to see if we can actually raise a child in this time that reflects our wants. I want to see if this kid can survive the odds and grow up to be a good guy."
"Same!" another piece spoke up, followed by an uproar of almost every piece agreeing with the others.
"You're all crazy! This is going to cost us the war!" Judgment shouted.
"Judgment," the Heart sighed, "What is your verdict?"
"Death to the bastard," Judgment growled, "And the immediate return of White."
With that, Judgment disconnected his part of the link. Sighing, T.R. looked over to the man in question. Tears of light red slowly dripped from his eyes as he smiled so gratefully to all those there. Smiling, T.R. checked the time as he prepared to disconnect his link. Looking over to Maria one last time, he caught her smiling so happily at him just as he finally broke off his connection.
'May this gamble play off,' T.R. thought as he faded out.
*flashback end*
T.R. sighed before smiling at the woman. That trial had played a major part in almost every piece's life. Once the news that C.C. had managed to break a deal with the bastard, they had all let out a collective sigh of relief. None could remember a time when they were so relieved by something so strange. Of course, some like Judgment still actively opposed the whole thing but most relished in the idea of keeping Allen alive.
'I guess betting on such a big gambler like Allen really has paid off,' T.R. thought with a small chuckle.
"You're right on it not being fair, that's for sure," T.R. sighed as he wrapped his arms around his love, "None of us ever asked for Allen to become the Destroyer of Time. None of us wanted any of this to happen."
"T.R.," Maria whimpered.
"There isn't anything we can do about it though," T.R. stated, "This is the path that your last accommodator left us. He led us to Allen who might lead us to the path of victory. To do so, he died once he had served his purpose just like all of our other major players. And so must Allen. You don't like it. I don't like it. And I know that C.C. sure as hell doesn't like it. But we can't fight it. All we can do is to try to atone for some of the wrongs that we have done against him."
"…Why are you suddenly the level headed one?" Maria sniffled.
"Because you can't be a badass all of the time," T.R. joked, "Come on. We better head to bed before someone suspects us of doing things we aren't doing.
"Maybe I want them to think that we're doing those things," Maria giggled.
"I wouldn't mind it either but I don't think that Miranda would appreciate it," T.R. stated, "I'm just happy that she's still out cold right now."
"You've got your work cut out for you with that one," Maria said, shaking her head as they walked out of the room.
Lavi ducked into an empty room as T.R. and Maria walked down the hallway towards him. Waiting for them to pass, he sighed before sliding down the door. When he came to confront them about while they looked so strange at dinner, he had never expected to hear such a shocking and terrifying thing. He never expected to hear that Allen was destined to die. While he thought over the things he had heard, the door he was leaning against was suddenly opened, sending him falling back into the hall. Looking up, he saw Mugen with a strange mischievous look on her face.
"You should know that eavesdropping is very rude," Mugen smirked as she helped the boy up.
"And you should know that seeing a face so similar to Yuu's with such a strange face is terrifying," Lavi joked, "I haven't seen you or Yuu around that much lately. Where have you two disappeared to anyway?"
"Training," Mugen sighed, "The idiot's got it in his head that since he couldn't defeat the Apocryphos guy that he's weak. So he's been training nearly non-stop lately. I finally got him to agree to go to bed after training since two hours before sun-set."
"Typical Yuu," Lavi chuckled shaking his head before turning serious, "Is it true?"
"Hm?" Mugen blinked.
"Is it true that Allen's going to have to die just so that we can win this war?" Lavi asked, eye pleading to know the truth.
"Unfortunately, that seems to be the only visible choice right now," Mugen sighed.
"Dammit," Lavi cursed, glaring at nothing.
"Though, there might be an unseen choice somewhere up ahead of us," Mugen said, smiling as she watched the bookman apprentice's eye widened.
"What are you talking about?" Lavi questioned.
"Nobody knows what the future holds silly," Mugen smirked, walking off to retrieve the tea that she had come for, "Not even the Heart knows what's going to happen when dealing with Allen. They're just going off all past prophecies."
"What do you mean?" Lavi asked as the innocence slowly made her way to the cafeteria.
"Nothing about Allen has followed any sort of previous knowledge," Mugen said, turning a bit to look back at him, "So why should that be any different in the future? When it comes to Allen, we've always have only been pleasantly surprised with the outcomes."
Lavi just stood in the hallway, frozen for a few seconds until he heard Mugen say, "Just have faith in our Moyashi. He'll pull through in the end, just like he always does. Just keep betting on him and your gamble will pay off."
The redhead just smiled as he laughed a little. Turning on his heel, he quickly returned to his room in hopes of not arousing the suspicions neither Bookman or O.K.
Mizu: Yay~! The explanations are coming out slowly but surely! *dodges a flying book*
Allen: Dammit Mizu! You're trying to have me killed again, aren't you!
Mizu: Um…maybe? *runs away*
Allen: What do you mean maybe! Get back here, you rotten author of trash! *gives chase*
Lavi: Eh…Well, I guess since Mizu's busy, I better remind you guys that she loves all reviews and suggestions. She'll do her best on getting a new chapter out soon but she's not making an promises *sounds of glass breaking* What the crud are they doing out there…
Mizu: *running back through* C-Ciao for now! *dodges a knife* Yikes!