Spoiler Warning: Up to date through Chapter 162... and now it's on hiatus... darn it... I want this zombie/vampire/ghost storyline done so I can get my Noah fix... grrr...
Disclaimer: Not mine... if it was it would be all Tyki, all the time... um... so it's probably good it isn't. This plot however is mine, as is the idea that Tyki and Miranda make a hot couple... but that one I'm willing to share...
A/N: It had become clear to me I am a slow updater. I suppose I get far too picky about what I want to post, which is both good and bad. I really don't want to write myself into a corner and put in something that won't work later on down the road. Therefore if you can forgive me my snail's pace I can promise you the best story I can write.
Also another big thank you to my reviewers, I don't tend to respond personally (god you should see me signing greeting cards) I do appreciate and love every one of my reviews. Everyone has been so positive but I don't mind a little criticism too... It helps me become a better writer. Thanks again!
WORLD ENOUGH, AND TIME...
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat. "or you wouldn't have come..."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
London was in ruins, it's streets strewn with rubble. It's populace, once numbering in the millions, had long since fled, driven out by horrors beyond their comprehension.
The end of an empire.
Akuma hunted for stragglers, but ignored the one man and one woman still moving openly through the abandoned city.
Miranda trailed behind Tyki, head bowed. Her hand was still held firmly in Tyki's own, forcing her to keep up to his long, purposeful strides. Her body took up the pace automatically, allowing her to settle her thoughts. She was afraid, she could admit it to herself. She was trusting Tyki on the basis of nothing more than instinct. Even worse, it was her instinct, which, she suspected, was just as clumsy as the rest of her. Still, as Tyki had made abundantly clear, she had no choice.
She could live with him willingly or unwillingly. At least the first offered her some measure of freedom, some control. Or maybe that was just an illusion. She would be a prisoner either way. So did that mean, by cooperating with the Noah, she was betraying her lost friends, betraying God? Would trusting Tyki mean she would lose the trust of her Innocence? If that happened she could become a Fallen One.
And yet... her thoughts swirled back... instinct told her to trust. Instinct whispered that there was something in Tyki's eyes. He was conflicted. He doubted the Earl. It was a very slight doubt it seemed, but, it was enough to keep her alive. If she could influence his better nature... Miranda almost laughed aloud at the brazenness of the thought. Imagine, her influencing him. Still she could do nothing else. It was part of her own nature. She might fail miserably but at least she always tried.
And buried beneath her thoughts and doubts was the hesitant realization that her hand felt quite nice in Tyki's own...
He came to an abrupt halt and she stumbled hard into his back.
The Noah was staring fixedly at the ground in front of him. She followed his gaze. A pretty blond, blue eyed doll lay in the street, it's bright red dress fluttering. And beyond the doll...
Miranda's hand flew up to her mouth as she gasped.
A woman's crumpled gray stuff dress lay ahead, it's sleeves wrapped around a child's blue patterned pinafore.
Chunks of black ash spilled from both.
Tears began to pool in her eyes. "That's... that's horrible..." she choked.
Tyki looked over his shoulder at her expressionlessly. "Do you cry about everything?"
She jerked back as if he had struck her. She would have pushed away if his grip on her hand hadn't been so tight.
"A mother and her child died here!" Miranda was furious. She had let her guard down with Tyki, lulled by his charm and her sympathy for his human past, but for whatever reason he was helping her now she must never forget he was a Noah. "Are you so completely heartless!? Doesn't it even matter...?" She trailed off miserably.
Tyki was staring at the doll again. He nudged it slightly with his toe and shrugged. "Better dead together than one turning the other into an akuma. This city is crawling with death."
And then he murmured so quietly, it seemed to Miranda he was talking to himself rather than her.
"It's not as if they had a hope of getting away, after all..."
The sun was already beginning to set when Miranda and Tyki arrived back at St. Paul's, or at least what was left of it. They were at the far edge the square before the main entrance. It was eerily empty, even of akuma.
Her eyes flickered up.
This time it was Miranda who stopped suddenly, then was pulled off balance as Tyki continued on unawares. With a shriek she pitched forward. She careened into Tyki, who barely managed to keep his feet, before she crashed to the ground.
"Oww..."
Tyki stared down at her wide eyed, then a crooked smile graced his lips.
"My Lady Graceless...," he murmured.
As he helped her, grinning, to her feet, her eyes turned up once more. Once she was upright Tyki's hands lingered perhaps a little longer than necessary at her waist, but she barely noticed. Her attention was completely riveted on the sky above the cathedral.
"The Ark," she breathed.
It hovered above the steeple in a way that an enormous, solid, cube-like structure really shouldn't.
Tyki released her and followed her gaze. "Rather intimidating, isn't it?" he said dryly.
She nodded, swallowing tightly. "Is... is that where the Earl is?"
"Yes, most likely the rest of the Noah as well... are you afraid?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good."
He gave her a twisted smile and turned towards the cathedral.
A horrible realization slammed into her gut.
"W-wait!" Miranda caught at Tyki's sleeve. He looked back at her, frowning.
"We can't! They'll know about the Innocence! It's just sitting loose in my pouch... surely they'll..."
"They won't," he interrupted firmly.
"But if they realize," she insisted, "they'll destroy it, they'll kill me...they'll kill you Tyki...
"Worried about me, Miss Miranda?" Tyki seemed pleased. "It doesn't matter, the Noah can't detect Innocence, just as Innocence can't detect the Noah. If neither are exercising their powers, they seem to be naturally shielded from one another. If you recall, Road had to trick you to find out where your Innocence was, she couldn't have found it on her own."
"But..."
He slipped his hands into his pockets and cocked his head in amusement.
"Do you really think," he drawled. "I'd risk myself if that weren't the case? And believe me, Lady, killing me would be the kindest punishment they'd come up with."
"I think," she muttered, "that if your life wasn't in danger you wouldn't find this fun..." Miranda clapped her hand over her mouth as Tyki blinked at her in surprise. Where had that come from?
His mouth quirked and he chuckled. "Well, you're just full of surprises aren't you? You're right of course, but don't worry." He leaned in and touched his finger to her chin. "Should we ever be discovered I'll kill you quickly and painlessly myself."
Miranda choked.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better...?"
Tyki grinned in delight.
"Oh, I promise you my dear, this will be fun!"
The Noah of Pleasure took a step back and gave her a mocking bow, then held out his arm.
"Shall we La..."
"Tyyyyyyyyyy-ki!"
In a bluish blur, something launched out of the ether at Tyki, knocking him sideways off his feet. When the dust settled a waif like creature in heavy shoes, striped stockings and an overly frilled skirt and blouse sat atop him triumphantly.
"Hola, Tyki!" she said brightly.
"Hello, Road," Tyki said with as much dignity as he could muster, lying in the middle of the street. He sat up abruptly, tumbling his sister back, but was nearly knocked over again as the girl threw her arms around his neck and began enthusiastically kissing his cheeks. He went wide eyed with shock, then chuckled in delight.
"So I'm worthy of your kisses now, hmm?"
"Well it is a special occasion..."
Miranda hung back, watching the easy banter of the adopted siblings. They really were a family. The Black Order had always spoken of the 'Family of Noah', but this was the first time she appreciated that they might truly care for each other. Miranda felt her stomach twist. Her own family was gone. The 'special occasion' Road spoke of was the victory of the Earl and the Noah over the exorcists, the deaths of her friends. She was reminded again of how very alone she was. She bit back a strangled sob.
Road's golden gaze immediately flew to her.
"What's this, Tyki?"
With a sigh, the Noah of Pleasure hauled himself to his feet
"Allow me to introduce Miss Miranda Lotto."
Road's eyes glinted dangerously "I know who she is, Tyki. I meant, why is an exorcist here?"
"Ex-exorcist actually," Tyki grinned. "We destroyed the Heart, remember? No Innocence, no exorcist." He shrugged. "Simple."
"But why is she alive?"
"Ah well," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, "she looked so lost and forlorn I simply had to take her in. She'll make an excellent pet, don't you think?"
Road gave her older brother a frankly disbelieving look.
"Tyki, you never keep pets."
"Well, as you said before, this is a special occasion."
Road sniffed and turned a critical eye on Miranda.
Miranda stiffened, and the scars on her hands began to itch. Road Kamelot. While the girl's attention was focused elsewhere she could simply dismiss her as a cruel child, and she'd had enough experience with children over the years to know that they could be very cruel indeed, but when the Noah looked at her like that... Miranda trembled.
Road wrinkled her nose. "She's dirty."
"She has been fighting for several days, Road."
"So have we!"
"Now, now..." Tyki wagged his finger in amused admonishment. "We've had a nice warm, comfortable Ark to return to..."
"And she's too skinny!"
" Not all of her," Miranda flushed as his golden eyes swept over her body, glinting suggestively. "But you're right. I'll have to feed her up and fill out that figure a bit."
Her heart began to beat faster under his hungry gaze.
Road rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance.
"Tyki," she whined. "Do you mean you'd rather play with her than me?"
Miranda watched with interest as Tyki was consumed by coughing fit.
"Road," he finally managed, rather breathlessly, "that is not precisely..."
He was cut off abruptly as a mangled doll smacked him in the face.
"To make it up to me," she said with an evil smirk, " you can do Lero's voice."
"Abso-lut-ly not!"
Road stamped her foot. "Tyyyyyyy-ki!"
She turned to Miranda, and snarled threateningly, "You want him to, don't you?"
"Y- yes?"
Road crowed with delight. "See Tyki? Even your pet wants you to play!"
Tyki gave Miranda a scathing look. "Traitor...," he hissed.
"I'm sorry!" She wailed.
With a scowl Tyki thrust the doll towards Road, shaking it savagely. "Tyki is tired, Lero! Tyki is hungry, Lero! Miss Road is annoying, Lero!"
Tyki lobbed the doll at his sister.
With a shriek of delight, Road caught it and twirled ahead laughing.
Tyki sighed. "Well," he said wearily, "let's go see the family." He strode ahead, Miranda bobbing nervously in his wake.
The main doors of St. Paul's were hanging off their hinges. An elegantly dressed man hovered anxiously outside. He was tall and lean and pale and his hair, tied back, hung well below his shoulders. He relaxed immediately on seeing the young Noah.
"Road dear, you worried me, where-ever did you run off to?" He made as if to embrace her but the girl danced out of his reach.
"I found Tyki," she trilled, "and he found an exorcist! I'm going to tell the Duke!"
She turned suddenly and pointed an imperious finger at Tyki. "He won't play with me, so you'll have to punish him Father!" With a giggle she disappeared inside.
Miranda blinked. "Father?"
"I'll explain later," Tyki said shortly.
He seemed to be tensing himself and the reason why became swiftly apparent as the older Noah focused on Tyki and, grinning, threw his arms wide.
"Little brother!" he sang. He bounded towards them giddily.
"Tyki, my precio...mmff..."
Tyki's hand was in the other Noah's face, literally holding him away at arms length. The man smirked behind Tyki's palm before his tongue snaked out and licked it.
With a startled oath, Tyki whipped his hand away, wiping it on his pant leg furiously.
"You're disgusting brother Sherrill," he growled.
Sherrill shrugged, carefully adjusting his monocle.
"Well, you won't let me kiss you properly."
"That would be even more disgusting."
The older Noah pouted. "You're so cruel Tyki, but," he sighed. "Your loveliness still moves me."
Tyki made a strangled sound.
Before Miranda could even register what was happening, Sherrill ducked around his fellow Noah and swept her into his arms.
Tyki, looking more put out than alarmed, made no move to help her.
Sherrill captured her hand and kissed it soundly. Miranda was shaking.
"Enchanted my dear," he purred, "I am Sherrill Kamelot, and you are...?"
"Miranda Lotto," Tyki supplied as he lit a cigarette. "I'd watch her knee if I were you."
Sherrill ignored him. "Adorable, Tyki. Have you finally decided to get married?"
"Certainly not."
"Oh, too bad. We could have been a pair of old married men together... our wives could have become friends...," he giggled. "We could've thrown dinner parties!"
Tyki rolled his eyes.
"Ah, well." Sherrill sighed. "It's probably for the best. We don't want to contaminate the family with an exorcist do we?" His eyes glittered and Miranda bit her lip to keep from crying out as his hold on her waist tightened painfully.
He kept the hand he had kissed wrapped in his own. "You," he purred, tapping her nose with his finger as if she were a naughty puppy, "were that exorcist who kept erasing all those injuries your friends had so fairly earned." He sighed. "We all had to work so much harder. It was quite irritating."
His grip on her hand grew even tighter, grinding the bones together. This time she did whimper aloud. Tyki made as if to intervene, but Sherrill had already let her go and stepped away.
Casually, Tyki shifted until he had slightly insinuated himself between his brother and Miranda. She was nervous. This Noah seemed like a careless dandy, but his eyes were keen and calculating, and she had a horrible feeling he was already carefully evaluating Tyki's behavior towards her. He gave Tyki a languid smile.
"Should I ask...?"
Tyki smirked. "Let's just say we've reached a mutually acceptable arrangement."
"Smart girl," Sherrill nodded, "I certainly wouldn't say no to you, Tyki..."
Tyki sighed. "Give it a rest, brother."
Sherrill gave her a shrewd glance. "Good looking, but she is an exorcist..."
"Well, that's what makes her so interesting."
Sherrill raised an eyebrow. "It was probably a good thing Road went ahead. I wouldn't like to see how the Duke would have taken it without her preparing the way. You haven't exactly been in his good books lately, little brother."
The Noah of Pleasure frowned. "I don't see what he has to complain about, the Black Order is gone after all."
"Well, you know how he likes to see us at our full... ah... potential. You've been holding back, Tyki, don't think the Duke hasn't noticed."
Unconsciously, it seemed to Miranda, Tyki took her hand again, pulling her minutely closer to him. She noticed Sherrill's gaze flicker over the gesture.
"I don't know what you're up to Tyki..." He waved off the immediate protest. "Frankly, I don't want to know. Just... be careful."
He leered suddenly. "You still owe me years of brotherly love."
"Pervert." Tyki said easily.
"Tease." Grinning, Sherrill started through the doors.
Taking a last drag, Tyki dropped the cigarette and followed, pulling Miranda behind him.
"How's Tricia..."
Miranda moved forward as if in a daze. She felt like a mouse in the clutches of cats. The Noah walked casually up the nave, talking normally as they passed through heartrending devastation Miranda herself would not examine too closely.
She was terrified.
Of course she was terrified of walking into a room full of Noah as an exorcist, and she was most certainly terrified of the Earl, but in an unexpected way she was terrified of Tyki as well. Or, more, of what Tyki had become for her in the space of a few short hours.
She had become completely dependent on him. Her life depended on the whims of a Noah she was quite certain was completely mad. He was by turns kind and cruel. He could be indifferent to human suffering and his part in it, yet the odd affection she had seen with his family had been true. For the moment he was her guardian, but, later, when he finally tired of the game...
Panic began to rise. What had she done? This would never work! Never! She felt the urge to break away and run shrieking out of the church. Her heart was slamming against her chest, beating higher and higher. It was going to beat her to death...
Very slightly Tyki shifted his grip on her hand and rested his thumb against her palm. Gently, he began rubbing it in gentle circles. It was seductively soothing, and she felt her panic begin to subside.
He said something to his brother, turning. Briefly he caught her eye, and, with the barest movement, he shook his head. She understood him perfectly in that moment. She might be dependent on him but he was dependent on her as well. Right now, it was as much his risk as hers. She had to play her part or this really wouldn't work. She forced herself to calm.
They entered the Dome.
As Sherrill and Tyki paused, Miranda involuntarily looked up. The Dome arched far above their heads, exquisite in detail and beautiful despite the gaping hole on one side. She couldn't help being drawn to it. It was also a nice distraction from the Noah that were lounging about on the pews around them.
Her gaze slid to the twilight sky through the hole and thought she saw a shimmering mist. It was shifting and dancing, mesmerizing her, sparking in her eyes, blinding her. She looked away and down. Her breath caught. In her eyes the cathedral was whole, intact.
The vision faded almost as quickly as it had come and when her eyes cleared she noticed their way blocked by two raggedly dressed, smirking teenage boys. One looked much like the other Noah, with short black hair and narrowed golden eyes, but the other wore long oddly blond hair, his mouth horribly stitched. Both had their eyes outlined heavily with kohl.
Jasdebi.
As one they drew their guns.
"Heh, you're late Tyki!"
"Late, late, late," the blond singsonged.
"Hello brats." Tyki's eyes flickered over the barrels of the guns dispassionately. "I'm impressed, you two are in far better shape than I would have expected after the beating Cross gave you."
"Nice talk," the dark headed one snarled... Debitto, Miranda recalled, "from someone who couldn't even kill their exorcist."
Miranda's heart stopped.
"True enough, but wait..." Tyki's manner became one of exaggerated comprehension, "wasn't it Sherrill who actually defeated Cross while you two were off licking your wounds?" Tyki smirked at them. "Or am I mistaken..."
"STUPID TYKI!"
Debitto looked as though he were about to lunge but the blond's eyes had zeroed in on Miranda.
"Hee, who's the girl?"
Debitto shot a shocked look at his brother, then he too looked at Miranda.
His mouth dropped open.
"THE HELL? TYKI THAT'S AN EXORCIST!"
Well if the Noah hadn't been aware of her presence before... Tyki muttered an impressive range of curses under his breath as they quickly became the center of attention. Miranda realized she should have been more frightened than she was, but her mind was still swirling around what the boy had said. What exorcist hadn't Tyki killed? Why?
She looked up at him. Tyki was glowering at the twins as they grinned and giggled.
What didn't she know?
"So Tyki, you really can't kill exorcists anymore?"
"Pretty exorcist, you gonna share your exorcist?"
"That's enough."
Sherrill's tone was low but carried the iron weight of authority. The twins fell silent.
"This really isn't the time or place. Jasdero... Debitto... you need to learn to show respect for your elders."
The twins muttered.
"I'm sorry what was that?"
"Yes sir," they growled in unison.
"That's better, now off you go. Shoo..."
The boys began to slouch away before they turned in unison, smirking.
"Tyki's going to be..."
"...in troooou-ble."
With a shriek of laughter they tore away.
Tyki sighed. "Sherrill, how do you get them to listen to you?"
"Perhaps because I speak to them with authority and don't descend to their childish level?"
"Never mind..."
"You did ask, Tyki..."
"I said never mind, Sherrill."
"Faaaaaa-ther!" Suddenly Road was among them, spinning into a delighted Sherrill's arms.
"Precious thing," he cooed as he swept her up. "How did it go?"
Road sighed and turned to Tyki with a serious expression.
"He wants to talk to you."
The entire atmosphere of the room changed as the Noah seemed to hum with anticipation. Miranda's eyes were drawn inexorably up the aisle. With mounting horror she stared at the approaching nightmare.
Tyki tugged her forward and met it head on.
"Ah, my dear Duke Millennium, she followed me home, may I keep her?"
Miranda shrunk back a bit behind Tyki under the interested gazes of so many Noah, not to mention the Earl's sharply assessing eyes, golden behind pince-nez spectacles. He was round and he wore a jovial demon's face fixed in a wide grin. She had never been this close to the Millennium Earl before and she found herself staring at the large top hat strangely dressed in bright orange flowers.
"An exorcist..." The Earl's tone was light but Miranda felt Tyki's grip tighten. So he was afraid of him, too. Oddly enough it actually reassured her. He wasn't about to betray her. It meant he intended to go through with his inexplicable plan...
"This is the reason you're late I suppose."
Tyki shrugged. "Well, as soon as I heard about it I thought I should take a look."
The Earl's eyes flashed behind his glasses.
"And you didn't think of informing me first?"
"You were rather busy with the akuma, Duke."
Miranda trembled as the Earl studied her once more.
"Road tells me you've decided to allow this exorcist to live for your own amusement."
"Yes," Tyki drawled lazily, "but she's not really an exorcist anymore, her Innocence was destroyed, of course, when Allen Walker's was. Without it she's useless."
Miranda winced at his choice of words.
"Useless! Oh I remember!" Road giggled and began to sing mockingly.
"Miranda, Miranda,
The unlucky woman Miranda
She is hated, dark and gloomy.
Looking for work again today?
You'll just get fired anyway!"
"Miranda, Miranda,
Bad luck Miranda.
Guys won't look at you, you're a downer and a klutz..."
"That's enough, Road."
Tyki's tone was even but, for a moment, Miranda thought she heard a slight sharpness. He was smiling lazily. Probably not.
The Earl sighed and shook his head. "Sometimes, Tyki dear, I do not understand your fascination with these humans..."
"The Black Order is gone Duke. You know how easily I am bored." Tyki smirked. " This former exorcist should make a lovely diversion."
The Earl chuckled. "My goodness, my family is terribly spoiled isn't it? Very well, you may keep her. As for you my dear..."
Miranda barely registered that the Earl was speaking to her directly, when he reached out, gripped her upper arm and pulled her from Tyki's grasp.
Tyki started and the Earl giggled. "Ah, so possessive, I'm just borrowing her for a moment."
The Earl caught her chin and lifted her face within inches of his own. His eyes seared into her soul. Miranda couldn't breath. She was shaking so badly she thought she would shake apart.
He knows! He knows! He knows!
Her mind was screaming. She felt tears begin to bead at the corners of her eyes. She was going to die...
Abruptly he released her. She collapsed to her knees on the cathedral floor, stunned.
"Just on the verge of breaking Tyki, a very good choice for a pet."
Tyki bent his head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Duke."
"Oh!" Miranda gasped as she was suddenly hauled to her feet by two sets of hands.
"Oi Tyki," the dark haired one called. "Can we play with your exorcist too?"
She staggered as Jasdebi draped themselves around her.
Jasdero giggled manically. "Hee! Play! Let's play Miss Exorcist!"
Miranda watched in horror as a pair of guns began to sweep up towards her.
They dropped again almost immediately as Tyki swiftly cuffed both boys across the back of the head.
"Hands off brats," he snarled.
Sherrill, who had been watching the proceedings silently, chuckled.
"Ah, little brother, if you haven't got the authority I suppose violence works just as well."
Under Tyki's scowl, the teens released her and backed away, pouting
"No fun Tyki..."
"No fun! No fun!"
"Now, now children," the Earl wagged his finger in admonishment. "it's rude play with someone else's property without permission."
Miranda was beginning to dislike being discussed as though she were a possession.
The Earl turned a benign smile on Tyki. "Will you be joining us at the House?"
"Ah, actually no. As you see Duke, I very seldom have toys to myself." He gave Road and the twins a hard look. Road stuck out her tongue and the boys offered him identical rude gestures. "I'd like to keep her out of temptation's way."
The Earl sighed. "Leaving us again then, Tyki?"
Tyki grinned widely. "I think I'd like to enjoy the world in the time that's left."
The Earl clucked his tongue. "You love the world too much Tyki-pet. Please don't forget it's true form."
There was the barest pause and Miranda risked a glance at the Noah of Pleasure. His smile had become rather fixed.
"I am always keenly aware of it my dear Duke... and please... stop calling me 'pet'."
The Earl's gaze was piercing. Miranda trembled. Any moment now he was going to sniff out the Innocence, accuse Tyki of being a traitor...
The Earl chuckled and gave Tyki a hard clap on the shoulder. He stumbled slightly as the twins snickered.
"I will expect you to keep in touch this time Tyki-pet. That means dinner with the family at least once a week..."
The Earl sounded for all the world like a doting parent, still Miranda shivered as the air seemed to grow colder.
"Also, don't think that because the threat of the Black Order has been eliminated our work is done. I will be sure to contact you if any little jobs come up..."
Tyki rubbed his shoulder and gave the Earl a pained smile. "Yes, yes Duke. As you say...Bye then."
Swiftly he grabbed Miranda's hand and neatly escaped towards the apse.
As Tyki dragged her away, Miranda fancied she heard Road begin another round of 'Miranda, Miranda', this time joined enthusiastically by those wretched twins. She sighed.
St. Paul's was breathtakingly large and it seemed to take forever before they reached the end of aisle, where the strange and oddly geometric door to the Ark hovered in front of the altar. Tyki's whole attitude seemed to relax once they reached it. He paused on the threshold and grinned at her.
"Almost home, Lady Exorcist."
Home.
Miranda pondered that as Tyki drew her up the steps...
...into another world.
Music: The album 'The Historical Conquests' by Josh Ritter, in particular To the Dogs or Whoever
A/N: I have no idea how to spell new Noah's name... I've read Sheril and Cyril but I've spelled it as I first read in scanlation – Sherrill. I really adore this character and I hope I've done him justice, not to mention the rest of the Noah. Hope you've enjoyed them!
Also the Miranda song was culled from both the manga and the anime. The lyrics change a bit so I decided to use both. Road's redition seemed to need a second chorus...