Well, part two came up faster than I expected. Part three probably won't be as quick, though.

About the Noah form but no cross thing--I've seen Tyki manage to do it. I wasn't sure if the other Noah can do it as well or not, but I did it anyways because that way, the story would make a bit more sense.

About David's forms: His Noah form looks and sounds distinctly different than his human form. For one thing, when he's in his Noah form he applies a lot of make-up on his face. There's also the issue of skin and eye color. Also, when he's in his Noah form, his voice (in my imagination) sounds a rougher than his human side. So it's not surprising that Lenalee doesn't recognize him. David doesn't recognize her voice because, well, if you haven't noticed, he's kind of dense. It's not like him to look through disguises.

Enjoy!

"David!" There was a squeaking sound as his 'little sister' hopped up on his bed and consequentially woke him up from his slumber. "David, wake up. Play with me."

David groaned and pulled the covers over his head. "Leave me alone. Ask Tyki, for crying out loud, he's the more patient one."

Road scowled, her pink (and much too frilly) nightgown draping over the blankets. "No!" And with that, the covers were yanked off of him, and he was left with nothing but his boxers to cover him. "Play with me, David! Don't be lazy!" Road glared at him, the blue eyes in her human form glowing maliciously. "Come on David, get up! Tyki's out on that mission the Duke assigned us, and it's boring here now. Play with me, play with me!" The last part she practically shrieked and bounced up and down on the bed in impatience.

David grumbled. "I'm nineteen. I shouldn't have to play with you." He got up anyways, stretching his arms high over his head. He heard something pop in his left arm and he winced slightly, bright spots of light flashing under his eyelids.

Road's expression changed from selfish to concerned. "Are you okay?" she asked, eyes softening.

"Yeah. It's fine." He swung his legs over the bed and headed for his wardrobe, looking back at Road sitting on his bed, swinging her legs back and forth. "Did you not eat breakfast yet? Is that why you're being so pushy?" He smirked when she pouted at that last statement.

"I'm not being pushy! And no. Cyril isn't up yet because he says he's really tired from last night and won't get up, even when I asked him really, really nicely." She harrumphed and crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks. "I wanted him to make his really good pancakes too, the ones with chocolate chip in them."

David's movements slowed as his mouth watered. Road was right. Those pancakes were good. No wonder she was so cranky. A something-aged (but definitely really old) Noah in a little girl's body had to have cravings for something. It was only natural (how, he had no idea, but it just was) for her to feel that way.

Road's face then turned into a mischievous one, and David suddenly felt a sense of foreboding settle on his chest. He leaned closer to the wardrobe so as to potentially escape in there, just in case. "So David," she said in a singsong, her legs swinging faster as she got more excited. "I hear you danced with a girl last night." Her smile widened as she leaned forward. "What was she like? Was she pretty? Do you like her?" She emphasized the word 'like' and leaned forward even further till David thought her back was going to snap.

His face reddened as he stepped into the wardrobe to change. It was just like her to ask him that. "How should I know if she was pretty?" he muttered. "They were all wearing masks, remember?" He tugged on a thin undershirt and jeans, as well as a leather jacket that Cyril had somehow found necessary to buy for him after Noah's Ark.

"Yeah. But was she nice? Did you like her?" Road hopped off the bed and strode over to the side of the wardrobe. "David, did you like her?" He remained silent. "David, answer me!"

He sighed. Well, that was an…interesting question. Did he like her? They certainly had gotten along at the end of the ball, but at the beginning they had wanted to rip each other's throats out. So did he like her?

"Yeah, she was nice. And maybe," he answered cryptically.

"You're mean! Tell me the truth or I'll kick open the door!"

"That is the truth, Road! I don't know if I like her or not. I don't even know if I'll ever see her again. It was probably an once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, okay? Now go outside or something." He opened the door and hopped out, striding towards the mirror.

Road didn't leave. "David," she said softly. "David, is this about Jasdero?"

David stiffened. "No, it's not! Just because he's practically dead and gone doesn't mean that I'm not being as social as I used to be, okay? And I'm not scared either!" He practically shouted the last part, not turning around to face her.

"I never said that, David." Road watched him as he began to apply the black make-up to his face. "You know, you look a lot better without that stuff—a lot less like a girl. Just don't use it."

"Shut up and go eat your candy."

"Well, if you do want to see that girl again, there's another masked ball next week. You can go and see if she's there then." Road stood up from the floor and finally skipped out of the room, leaving behind a suddenly flushing David to go see if Cyril was up and ready.

---

"Lenalee! Lavi!" Allen Walker hurried towards the two exorcists with a worried look in his eyes. He skidded to a stop in front of them, panting slightly. "What happened? Did the Akuma find you?"

"Yeah," Lavi winced, holding his stomach. "And so did the Noah. Allen, we should inform Komui about this. Noah is moving again." Lenalee held his arm as he sat down on the bench. "Damn, that woman is strong. I still can't move without hurting."

"Obviously," Lenalee chided gently. "I'll go get an icepack, alright? Don't go anywhere, Lavi."

"You don't have to tell me twice," he groaned at her retreating back. "Aw, damn, I was perfectly fine last night without them showing up too, Allen. I even met this really hot girl that was actually nice to me. Why did it have to go wrong?"

Lenalee smiled faintly and moved down the hallway towards the kitchen. Even though more mature than before, Lavi in some ways, was still the same.

"Lenalee!" Her brother ran towards her and hugged her so tight she thought she couldn't breath. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She laughed as best as she could, then detangled herself from her brother's arms despite his protests. "How are you, brother? Did they find more information on the Noah?"

"Yes," he said solemnly. "Apparently, there's going to be another ball hosted again by the Camelot family next week and the Noah will again be there. Speaking of the Noah, did you find any information?"

She sighed. "No. But we did have a close encounter with two Level Threes and two of the Noah clan. Fortunately we escaped without a lot of injuries, except for Lavi."

"What happened to Lavi?"

"He got hit by one of the Noah," she chuckled nervously. "He's still kind of sore, so I'm getting him an icepack."

Komui laughed and hugged her again. "It's just like my little sister to be so kind!"

She smiled. Then she realized what he had said before. "You said there's going to be another ball in a few weeks?"

"Yes. This one will most likely bring out even more of the Noah out of hiding." He looked questioningly at her. "Why? Do you want to go back?"

An image of David flashed in her head and she fidgeted slightly, attempting to hide her slowly burning up face. "Maybe. Is it all right if I can?"

"All right. But I don't see why—" He stopped, his face going ashen with horror. "Don't tell me you've met a boy!"

It was too late. The minute he had given his approval, she had continued her way down to the kitchen, humming something under her breath and looking a lot more cheerful than before. "Thank you, brother," she called over her shoulder at the distraught Komui. "I'll do my best to come back safely!"

"That's not what I'm worried about! Lenalee!" She had already rounded the corner. "Lenalee!"

---

David rounded the corner and into the kitchen. The scent of melting chocolate reached his senses and his taste buds tingled. However his eyes did not have such luck as the sight of Cyril in an apron reached him. Thankfully it wasn't pink, but it still wasn't too pretty to look at.

How could this guy even be remotely related to Tyki? David thought, disturbed as he took a seat by Road who was now dressed properly (if you could call it proper) in a blue dress that went down to her knees. Sure, they look alike, but their personalities were completely opposite of one another's. Suddenly, it registered in his mind that the blue of Road's dress was the exact same shade as Lenalee's dress yesterday, and he fought to hide the flush threatening to rise to the surface again.

"So, why isn't the maid cooking?" He asked just to be infuriating, propping his feet up on the table again. "She taking the day off or something?"

"Nope! I just wanted to make something for my beautiful children!" Cyril chirped, flipping the pancakes. "You two are in for a big job ahead of you, you know. You need nourishment!"

"I'm not your kid," David grumbled, though they had already been over this subject too many times already. Cyril insisted him on treating him like his son, and David had even sometimes felt too embarrassed to even argue about it. Of course, the man had taken that as permission to treat him like so, and now David often worked past his embarrassment to stand up for his dignity.

"You might as well be," Road giggled. It seemed that she was completely avoiding the fact that their talk ever happened. David didn't mind and preferred it stayed that way.

"Oh, like you can talk. You're Daddy's little girl." Road was about to retort before fortunately, Cyril placed a plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of them. The two promptly forgot their argument and dove into the pile, munching furiously.

"Manners," Cyril reproached. "Ah, if only Tyki was here. Unfortunately, my little brother is out doing business and won't be back till later." Cyril sniffed. "He won't even bother to spend time with his family. How sad."

"Doesn't matter to me," David mumbled, mouth full of pancake. "He doesn't need these anyways. With his looks he can probably get this shit for free."

"Manners David!" Cyril chided. "No language at the table either."

David snorted and wisely decided to ignore his 'father', diving right back into the pancakes.

"By the way David, it's your turn to do the shopping," Cyril said, taking a seat beside them both and taking his share of the pancakes. "I won't take no for an answer, you know. I'll give you the list and you can go."

David scowled. "When?"

"How about now? The marketplace isn't as crowded."

He groaned and stuffed one last pancake in his mouth before snatching the list from Cyril's hand and exiting the room, grabbing his bag on his way out. His crosses faded from his face, but his skin and eye colors didn't change one bit.

"Good luck my son!" Cyril called out after him.

"I'm not your kid!" The door slammed shut.

---

"Lenalee." She swiveled around from her place at the table, smiling at the approaching Reever.

"Hello! What is it?"

"Is it all right if you can do the shopping today? All the rest of us are busy." Reever rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Can you, please?"

"Sure," she said and took the slip from his hands. "I'll go now, if that's all right."

"Yeah, that's great!" He said, grinning. "Thanks Lenalee!" Then he left back for the offices, leaving the girl behind, who then stood up and headed for the gate.

Twenty minutes later she had reached the marketplace, humming slightly as she walked towards the fruits, pulling a number of apples from the pile and examining them before saying brightly to the shopkeeper, "I'd like to purchase these please."

"Fifteen seventy-two." She handed him the money and strode away with the large bag of apples he had handed to her, still humming softly.

Quickly, she placed her bag on the ground, crossing out apples from the list. Let's see, she thought, I've gotten oranges, apples, vegetables, some meat, and a bottle of wine. Now I just need—

A sudden crash sounded out from her side. She blinked and turned.

The contents of her bag were strewn all over the place, oranges and apples rolling to rest at people's feet. The wine bottle was shattered on the pavement, and the packages of vegetables and meat were lying flat on the ground. So was the boy who had most likely tripped over them in the first place.

The boy cursed and sat up, rubbing his head. "Damn, that hurt. What—" He stopped short at the sight of the fallen groceries. "Oh shit. Damn, I'm sorry. Um…" The boy began to pick up the fruits one by one, muttering under his breath.

Lenalee managed to get over her shock and reply quickly, "No, that's alright. Here, let me help." She began to pick up the groceries as well and place them back in her bag.

As the boy placed the last fruit inside, their hands brushed together. They looked up at each other, and both of their eyes widened considerably. Especially Lenalee's.

The twin from the night before was staring her right in the face, golden eyes wildly horrified and stunned. The crosses were gone from his forehead, though his skin was still the same color. His black hair fell around his face, messy from falling. A cut lay on his cheek, trickling blood and mixed with dirt.

For a while they stared, both stunned into silence before the Noah's eyes narrowed. "Hello exorcist." His voice struck a cord of déjà vu in her mind but she brushed that off as last night's encounter and from two years.

"Noah." She nodded her head accordingly and stiffly before standing up with the bag in her arms, her skirt brushing the ground. "Thank you for the help. I'll be leaving to buy another bottle." She turned on her heel and began to head for the wine store once again.

Suddenly, his voice called out behind her. "Hey, wait." It was the Noah.

"What?" She didn't turn and didn't stop moving.

"I'll buy that for you."

"What?" Lenalee was certain she wasn't hearing him right and turned just to be sure. A Noah was asking if he could help her? That was certainly not possible.

"You heard me. Or are you deaf?" He snorted and stood up from where he'd been squatting on the ground, ignoring the stares from the other shoppers.

Her eyes narrowed. "I heard you. And I thank you for the offer, but I don't need it."

"C'mon Exorcist, it can't hurt. Just this and that's it. Nothing to it." The boy grinned and walked towards her until he stood just a bit taller than her in front of her.

She shook her head coldly and turned away to face the shopkeeper who looked visibly shaken. "Another bottle of that wine, please."

"Twenty fifty-two."

A hand suddenly shot over her shoulder and dropped the money into the (now terrified) shopkeeper's hands. "I'll pay for that." The voice sounded too smug for her liking, and she already knew who had spoken before even looking.

Lenalee scowled deeply and turned to the Noah boy, who was grinning like a maniac now as the bottle was pushed into her arms. "Have a nice day Exorcist." Then he began waltz off to a different part of the market, leather jacket rustling slightly.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped short and turned. "What?" he hollered back. She winced at the sound of his voice echoing throughout the market before responding.

"Why did you help me?" she asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why aren't you attacking me like you should be doing? And what are you doing here?"

He stared at her for a few moments. Then he grinned sadistically. "Do you want me to attack you, Exorcist?"

"That wasn't part of my question, Noah."

He shoved his hands behind his head and smirked. "Hey, I can't be working all the time, you know. I've got to have a break once in a while, no matter what the—" He stopped himself then and just smirked. "Well, whatever. Anyways, I'm running an errand for somebody, so buzz off. And next time I find you, Exorcist, you're dead!" Then he raced off, his own bag flapping in the wind.

Lenalee just stared at his retreating back, scowling angrily before turning and stomping off to the candy shop to find the packs of caramel that Jerry had asked for, fuming over the fact that he didn't answer her first question.

When she came back and placed the bag on Jerry's counter, she was surprised to find that her face was burning scarlet red and that there were little tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. Ignoring Komui asking her desperately what was the matter, she stomped back to her room and slammed her door shut.

---

As David grabbed another pear from the stack, he couldn't help but remember the Exorcist's face when she'd looked up at him. Her eyes had widened, her mouth opening slightly just enough to expose the inside of her mouth. Her hair—longer than he remembered back from two years ago, had fallen around her flushed face prettily, accenting some her features rather nicely—

Lord, what was he doing? He wasn't supposed to even be thinking those things about an Exorcist, for crying out loud. It just wasn't right.

Oh, whatever. If he didn't think about her, then he wouldn't have these kinds of thoughts. Problem solved.

Problem not solved, a little voice at the back of his head warned him. You're going to keep thinking about her and you know that, David.

"Be quiet," he muttered out loud, and the lady handing him back his bag of tomatoes gave him an insulted look before turning and talking to the next customer politely while pointedly ignoring him.

Bitch, he thought grumpily and hoisted the tomatoes over his shoulder before marching off, shopping finished. I'm going home.

But, the little voice said, sounding very mischievous, if Lenalee comes to the ball next time you can see her then and forget about the exorcist girl. And dance with Lenalee too! The voice sounded strangely excited. It also sounded way too much like Jasdero when he was still made of flesh and breathing. Come on, we have to look nice. Cyril won't mind if we go to another store—

No! Like I care what Cyril minds! I am not going to another horrible shopping place! What if I bump into another exorcist? Then what'll I do? I can't just say oops, you dropped your bag and try to help them like I helped that girl!

You could always run.

Like a coward? I don't think so. I'm wearing the same thing as last time and that's final. Plus, Lenalee didn't really seem like the type to be swayed by looks, so there's really no point. Despite the voice's protests, David kept his path and marched home, setting his mind firmly onto the thought of the ball soon coming.