I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is my second yaoi-ish story because my friend asked me to do this and is slowly turning me into a yaoi fan girl. I am doing this out of impulse and I updating will vary from time to time. I have a Sebastian and Allen thing going on. It would make me happy to see more of this crossover pairing. This will be a slight rewrite of the Kuroshitsuji anime with Allen Walker in it. (Since I lost my manga version and my computer is mean when reading online scans)

WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations

PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian

MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel

NOTE: There will be not a slight hint of Yullen in this story. Sorry all you Yullen fan girls, I hate that pairing with a fiery passion.

Enjoy Lords and Ladies

CHAPTER 5: That Butler and Exorcist, Transfers

A gray fog filled the area.

"Ciel."

"Allen."

Allen and Ciel floated through the smoky gray abyss.

"Ciel Phantomhive. Allen Walker."

Both boys woke up. Allen tried to move, yet he was still paralyzed. He looked to his master, floating not too far from him. "Y-Young Master…" he croaked, his voice hoarse. He tried to reach for the boy. He looked down and gasped, an entire abyss going on forever. Pieces of film floated through the abyss.

"These are your pasts." Angela's voice echoed, though her body was not seen. "Even though some moments radiate light, there is also impenetrable darkness." Both boys reached for an individual piece of blank film. "I see. So, this is the past you are going to choose." They touched the film, light engulfing them.

Allen gasped as he looked around. Snow everywhere, he saw him. It couldn't be, the Millennium Earl! He saw also a metal skeleton with the name 'Mana' engraved on its forehead beside the evil Earl. It was that

"Mana! Please Mana stop!" Allen cried; tear welling up in his eyes. It was that nights, the night he turned Mana into an akuma. The night he would be cursed, his fate sealed. He would be fated to die, die at the hands of something demonic.

The skeleton shrieked "I curse you Allen! I curse you!"

Allen gasped when Angela appeared beside the skeleton, the Earl grinning and chuckling evilly. The woman's hands were caked in blood. "You…" he growled.

Angela smirked, a flurry of snow blinding Allen momentarily. Allen looked up and saw a chair, someone sitting on the grave of Mana Walker, his foster father. The snow slowed as Angela put her hands on the person sitting in the chair's shoulders. Allen gasped, eyes widen in fear and shock, dressed in what looked to be a combination of noble and Mana's clothing, was a gruesome sewed together face of what Allen recognized as Ciel's late mother and father as well as his own father, Mana.

Angela forced the pained gruesome face to look up at him. Allen put his hands over his mouth, trying to stop himself from puking at this horrid scene. The gruesome combination of 3 parents stared pathetically at the white-haired teen.

The clear azure sky stretched over a regal looking realm. In a flash, Grell and Sebastian appeared. "Where are the young master and Allen?" Sebastian asked.

Grell gulped and stepped back. A large building stood in the distance. "Isn't this the Library of Shinigami?" He relaxed and said, "This is where the Cinematic Records are kept." The black and red butlers walked forward onwards to the Library.

When they finally made it to the Library's entrance, Sebastian opened the doors to it. The demon butler narrowly dodged a speak going for his head, only for it to almost get Grell who bent back to dodge it. "Argh! That's dangerous."

The spear retracted back to the one and only William T. Spears. "I was just wondering about that offensive odor," William said monotonously. He adjusted his glasses with the tip of his spear, reflecting Sebastian. "Surely enough, it was you."

"Will!" Grell cried.

"For a demon to break into our domain…"

"Wait, Will." Grell protested, "We just followed your order to return the Doomsday Book."

"Oh, my. For a shinigami to personally invite vermin…" William looked to Grell, "Grell Sutcliffe, it seems to me that you desire further demotion. "

Grell squeaked a bit in grief. He took out his scissors and snipped the air, "What will become of me this time?'

"Exterminating vermin is surely an important task," Sebastian interrupted. "However, is it reasonable to leave the presence of a stray mite unattended?"

Will silently gasped, his green eyes looking away. "An angel." He said softly, venom dripping from his voice.

"Yes."

"It looks like you won't be able to return just yet." Will adjusted his glasses.

Ciel awoke, after having a horrifying nightmare. He rubbed his head; he laid on a small couch. He gasped, looking at the endless rows of bookcases. He looked to Allen, who was sleeping and whimpering beside him. "Wake up, Allen." He shook the boy awake.

"Mana!" Allen shot up, he looked around. "Oh my head…Young Master I'm glad you are unharmed. But…where are we?"

"Have you both woken up?" Angela asked. The two turned to see then angel woman sitting on a couch beside them.

"So, it was your doing," Ciel glared at the angelic woman, "Angela Bran."

"How did touching the past feel?" she asked softly. "Was it the alluring smoothness of velvet, or the roughness of washed-out cotton?"

"Quiet!"

"Back then…" Ciel hissed. They recalled the priest touching their foreheads. "That hand…it was my father's hand that touched me! You killed him. Why?"

"And the other one that touched me!" Allen added. "It had that same rough feel Mana always had, how he tousled my hair. That's was Mana's hand, my father's!"

Angela smirked, Ciel continued, "Why did you kill my parents? What benefit did it-"

""Kill". "Kill". What an eerie word," Angela then said. "Was it really me alone who took your parents' lives? Was it was me alone who informed the Millennium Earl of a certain little boy and his certain little tragedy that befell his foster father, a circus clown?"

Allen's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth. "You? You told the Millennium Earl? You-You…You made me kill Mana! You made me cursed! I'll never forgive for what you did to me…"

"That butler of yours…" Angela started, ignoring Allen for a moment. "But no. Was it not you yourself, both of you, who put them each to death a second and third time?" Both boys' envisioned the priest who tied to kill Ciel. The same priest that Allen had kicked away and Sebastian killed with a knife. The angel giggled, "How splendid. Even after touched those distorted pasts, both you are still able to retain some presence of mind."

"Why you…'

"You both are full of stains," Angela flapped her pure white wings. She floated to the boys; Allen pulled Ciel close to him. "However, if you each throw off those thin skins of yours, a precious brilliance will emerge." She reached to grab Ciel's chin, yet Allen slapped her hand away. Angela sneered, "Shall I rewrite," her large white wings covers her and both boys, "those unseemly pasts that have stained you both."

Allen felt Ciel tremble in his arms. Ciel stared up at her, as Allen did. Was she really offering to rewrite the past, could she actually do that? Was she really an angel? Should they take this offer, could he live the life he wanted? As a normal boy travelling with Mana for the rest of his days. All things in his life would eventually come sooner or later. But what about Ciel?

Meanwhile, William was leading Sebastian and Grell through the library. "Angels possess the power to alter Cinematic Records," William informed them.

"They can change the past?" Sebastian asked.

"Not even God Himself can do such a thing," William replied curtly. "They just give people a false sense of peace."

Allen pulled away from Angela. "Stop this nonsense! Aren't you the one who have sullied us each at one point or another in our lives?"

Angela smiled calmly. Angela put her hands over the boys' faces. Their vision became hazy, and then everything faded to black.

"One beset by the negative experiences to the point where his soul is about to break wishes for the past to be undone, yet it will haunt him eternally." Will stated.

Once again, both boys's relived their worst deepest memory. Allen looked back, seeing a burning room; Ciel glanced back seeing an open snowy plane, a grave and a goofy grinning fat man with a metal skeleton. Both boys kneeled, covering their faces, hiding their pain for those dreaded moments.

"It's all right now, Ciel."

"You don't have to cry any more, Allen."

White feathers rose from the ground the scenery changed to an opened green field, white feather raining for the sky. Allen went to his master's side. The boy's saw a trio of people, Ciel's lovely mother and handsome father, a scruffy man wearing a top hat and trench coat with a bit of facial hair; Mana Walker. "Mana…" Allen murmured.

Ciel and Allen's eyes widened as they gasped. The parents of the boys smiled down at them."The death that called on us is nothing neither of you should lament," Vincent Phantomhive said.

"That's right, Ciel." Rachel Phantomhive agreed. "We don't want to see you suffering."

"Though leaving the past untouched, an angel uses it powers to manipulate the person into believing that whatever came to pass was not necessarily negative." Mana added with a grin.

'This is a lie,' Was the common thought a master and his servant shared on the situation. "This is a lie! Both my father and mother-"

"Mana, you died twice you-"

"We saw a light back then," Rachel then said, "a rich and peaceful light, full of affection."

"Even I saw it when I first died. I felt coldness in that akuma, but you saved me Allen, and I was able to return to that light," Mana said adjusting his hat. "Through death, Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive and I were able to become one, in body and soul."

"Yes," Vincent said, "and we three, who have now become one, Ciel, Allen Walker, we can embrace your entire beings, body, and soul." Sapphire and gray eyes dimmed a bit as two boys, their fates intertwined by chance wandered to their families they lost long ago.

"Ciel," the Phantomhive parents opened their arms.

"Allen," Mana opened his arms.

"We love you," they chorused.

"Father," Ciel mumbled in a zombie-like motion, "Mother."

"Mana," Allen stumbled a bit, yet got his footing back, "Father."

The air around them was heavy as they slowly tried to move to their parents, who were a great distance away from them.

The doors opened, Sebastian, Grell, and William gasped. "Young Master! Allen!" Sebastian cried. Film flew around the room, coming straight from both Allen and Ciel's stomachs. Ciel laid on Angela's lap as Allen leaned on her shoulder, both asleep. Angela had a motherly smirked on her lips as she looked down at her success.

"Their pasts are being rewritten at this very moment, purged white and clean."

"Purged?"

"No one wishes to live burdened by hatred. These two are no exception."

"Young Master! Allen!" Sebastian tried to make a dash for the angel, but William stopped him who said, "What a thoughtless thing to do. If forcibly halted now, the past will not be fitted correctly into these boys, causing them to change into a couple of incomplete human beings." Sebastian glared at the angel woman.

"That's right." Angela smiled, "Become pure humans."

"My young master and pet are being purged," Allen stated angrily. Allen and Ciel exhaled a bit of breath.

Back in that dreamy field, both Allen and Ciel were still trudging to get to their parents. Ciel's parents called to Ciel, "Ciel, come here."

Mana smiled, calling to his foster son, "Allen, walk a little bit closer, you're almost there! We do not bear a grudge towards anyone."

Closer and closer, younger and older boys went closer to their lost loved ones.

"That's right, Ciel. That's how it should be," Vincent said. He reached out to his son as Mana did to Allen. "Don't be deluded by those foolish, negative emotions. Cast off your hatred!" They were so close now. Both Mana and Vincent said, "Hatred is impurity."

This stopped them both, life returning to granite and sapphire. "What's wrong Allen?" Mana asked. "Is something wrong, Ciel?" Vincent asked.

"Did something happen?" Rachel also asked. There was a moment of silenece, the white feather raining down.

"W-Won't," Ciel bit out.

"Ciel."

"I won't." Allen and Ciel said.

"Allen?"

"What are you talking about Allen?" Mana asked. Rachel looked concerned, "Ciel, stop talking like this."

The boys trembled, Ciel started, "Even if Father and Mother don't hate anybody that has nothing to do with my own hatred!"

"Ciel, what are you…" Vincent narrowed his brown eyes.

"Mana…you taught me so much in our short time together. I know you and your brother, Neah, hated a lot of things. You taught me how to love and how to hate. Because of you I was able to hate creatures and people. Even if the incident never happened, sooner or later I would come to know of the akuma, and come to hate them and the Earl. You taught me to keep on walking on…I walked away the first time…so again I shall…"

"Allen…what in the world," Mana frowned. "Don't you love me?"

Rachel kneeled down to her son, "Didn't you love us?"

"I do love you, Mother. And Mr. Mana, I know Allen loves you too." He began to quake a bit. "That is why it was so painful. It hurt." Both boys clenched their fists. "There is nothing left to me except hatred."

Vincent smiled, "So, discard it-"

"I won't!" Vincent frowned at Ciel outburst.

"Should I cast off my hatred, should Allen cast off his pain and loss, we from those days would cease to exist. We wouldn't be us anymore!"

The intensity from the yell sent Rachel aback. Mana tried to console him, "Please, my boy, this is madness." Suddenly, the images of the three adults started to shake a bit with static. Images of blood. Soon their images became blurry and static. Ciel and Allen gasped, eye wide in shock, images of that hideous pathetic misshapen face made from three different people.

They couldn't take it anymore, they screamed, holding onto each other. "Ciel, Allen."

"I won't give it up," They said in unison. The parents gasped, a bit startled. "I won't give it up." They repeated, looking up slowly to their supposed parents. Ciel moved from Allen, both giving them determined glares, "I won't give this hatred, pain, and loss up!" the glowed with a brightness, making the Phantomhives and Walkers scream from the brilliance and disappear.

Both boys were floating in midair, their Cinematic Records were going back into their bodies. Grell asked, surprised, "What? They restored the Cinematic Records all by themselves!"

Angela gasped. "Young Master! Allen!" Sebastian called out. Once both Records were inside their bodies, gravity started work again, making them fall and land into the arms of the demon butler. "What a reckless thing to do." He commented, stroking Allen's cheek.

Their eyes opened slowly, Allen's pale cheeks going a bit red. Ciel, in Allen arms, who was in the arms of Sebastian, bridal-style, looked up to his black butler. "Sebastian, I…"

"Neither of you never fail to exceed my expectations," Sebastian praised softly. He smiled softly, "I should expect nothing less from my soul and pet…No, from my young master and my Allen."

"Ah, how dreadful a tainted heart is," Angela jeered unhappily. "Corrupted, stagnant, dark," Sebastian put both boys down, Allen clinging to Sebastian. "Showing mercy was no use, just as I thought. Let me purge you right here." Her eyes went dark.

"I will be your opponent." Sebastian smirked, he went into his coat, and took out a handful of knives.

William gave a slightly smile, "Disturbance in the library fall under the jurisdiction of Shinigami." He adjusted his glasses with his spear. "Let us join the altercation, Grell Sutcliffe!"

"Oh, yay!" Grell squealed, taking his scissors out.

"I'm in too, she crossed a line that should never be crossed," Allen stepped forward, his boy engulfed in light, now wearing a furry white cowl, his arm transformed. Allen Walker had invoked Crown Clown.

"Ah, a quartet!" Grell swooned. "A heated battle is about to begin."

"Yes. Yes. Would you let me through, please?" Undertaker said as he randomly appeared out of nowhere, pushing a cart of books in front of the earl, reapers, exorcist, and demon. Everyone stared at him as he started organizing Records onto shelves. "Let's see. Number 8 under the letter N…Number 8 under the letter N…"

"Undertaker?"

"Hi." The creepy man waved calmly.

"Wait. Why are you-" Grell began to ask. He was haphazardly hit on the head by William's spear.

William scolded him, "Mind your language! This paragon of reliability passed judgment on the soul of Robin Hood himself, and sent Marie Antoinette to Hell. Even a crying child would willing hold out their soul to his legendary Shinigami."

"No way! The Undertaker is that important? That guy did all that? Undertaker is so amazing!" Allen gasped amazed in awe of a man he always thought was just a regular coffin-fetish creeper.

"Wait a moment!" Grell howled. He pointed to the Undertaker, "He is nothing like your imaginary description." He moved to the Undertaker. "Beside, which part of this small-fry is a legendry Death…" he turned the Undertaker and pushed away his bangs. Grell's' eyes widened, Allen looked and had a slight blush on his cheek, looking at the Undertaker's true face. "Embrace me!" Grell snuggled up to the eerie man.

Angela flew up into the sky, making a flashy bright light to blind her foes. The Phantomhive and staff turned, "As you appear rather busy, I will start taking care of the filth in the monastery."

"Are you going to flee again?" Sebastian asked heatedly.

"Let me show you what end the world will meet, if ruled by impurity." She disappeared into the light. Sebastian threw the knives at the portal, but was deflected, it was too late.

"This is… " they looked around, confused.

"An angel's barrier." William said.

Grell pulled as hard as he could on the sealed door. "It won't open!" Grell cried.

"Good grief. It seems we have been locked in," William sighed.

Suddenly a book became darker the other books beside it on a shelf, moving out on its own. The Undertaker watched as it fell to the floor. It opened, the pages beginning to flip over, right to the very last mage, the rest was blank. William picked the book up. "This is the Cinematic Record of a person from that monastery."

"The monastery?"

Allen watched in awe as the words began to write for themselves, saying the point of view and experience of that person. "I see," William said. He then read aloud what was being written, "A slaughtering angel has descended upon the monastery on the outskirts of Preston."

"A slaughtering angel?" Allen blinked.

The Undertaker took the book and looked over it, "Hmm. I see." He said. Ciel tugged on the legendary reaper's black robe, "Let us stop her!"

"Oh, Young Master? An act of kindness?" Allen smiled. "Were you not inclined to eradicate that monastery in time?"

"It isn't because I want to help them. I just don't want to let her do as she pleases. That's all."

The butlers smirked, nodding. Grell then asked shrugging, "But what are you going to do? We can't even more from here."

William adjusted his glasses, "No, we still have one thing: an ultimate tool of the Death Gods that only the highest ranks of the Dispatch Management Division are permitted to use," everyone looked to the grinning Undertaker. "Its name is the Death Bookmark."

"Bookmark?" Allen parroted, clueless.

The Undertaker cackled eerily, "A pink bookmark!" he held out a black and pink bookmark. He placed the bookmark in the Record of a familiar nun. "If we end the story this way, the Red pen can be used. The girl's name is Matilda Simons. "Purified by the hand of the angel Angela in the monastery."" He read off it.

"Is that all written in there?" Ciel asked.

The Undertaker guffawed as he took out a matching pink and black pen, scribbling into the book. He wrote, reading aloud, ""At that very moment, Sebastian Michaelis and Allen Walker appeared onstage."" In a split seconds, Allen and Sebastian disappeared.

"Ah, Sebas-chan, Al-chan!" Grell shrieked in alarm.

Back in the monastery, the member were all falling and choking in pain, gripping their chest as Angela was purging them. Angela took a deep breath as she watched the human writhe in pain. Her eyes widened when she saw a white light shielding a certain nun named Matilda, freezing her in time. "A demon's scent emanates for that woman." It was the same woman Sebastian banged with Allen earlier.

"Yes. I already put my ark on her, as well as Allen." Sebastian said, appearing before Matilda, Allen by his side.

"It's you two!" Matilda cried.

"Wishing to be buried by an angel? What a commendable demon and traitorous exorcist you both are, Sebastian Michaelis and Allen Walker!" both men smirked darkly. Both leapt into the air, Angela soared up as they met in a clash. Sebastian through knives at her as Allen ran after her, sending Cross Graves and his Clown Belt after the angel.

She was too fast, she avoided attacks some of her feathers getting skimmed by some of the Clown Belt. Angela landed, "Do you think a demon and human can fight equally with an angel carried on pure wings?" Angela sneered evilly, "A wingless demon is bound to the ground eternally. A human, an exorcist, a traitorous warrior of God like you, will die eventually; you are still mortal, trying to keep up with immortals."

"Maybe I am," Allen simpered, "But I can still fight and beat immortals like you up, so I'll fight until his mortality dies out."

Sebastian smirked, "To the ground? Maybe it is so, but if that is the case, you should be stuck to the sky!" he grinned darkly, Allen mirroring it. William had appeared, his spear growing after Angela, clamped around her neck, trapping her on the ceiling.

"Grell Sutcliffe!" William then said, Grell appeared beside him, William tossed him a smaller-copy of his spear.

Grell shouted with glee, "An all-new Death Scythe!" he sent his own new growing death scythe spear right into Angela's hand and wing, pinning her there. He pure white wings getting stained with crimson blood. Angela grunted in pain. "I did it!" Grell cheered fro himself.

"Return it to me after cleaning,' William stated brusquely.

Grell sighed, 'Ah, so mean…" he said gloomily and defeated emotionally.

Back in the reaper realm, the Undertaker continued to write in red pen as Ciel watched him, ""Before Matilda's very eyes, which are intently following the struggle, William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliffe appear.""

"A convenient tool," Ciel commented.

"Though it is not omnipotent." The Undertaker said back to the Earl.

"This is rather entertaining." Sebastian stated, amused. Knives, spears, deadly claw arm readied. "Let us put this dart board to use." He threw his knives at the angel's wings. Allen giggled as he sent his Clown Belt into her, drilling deep holes into her wings and body. "Oh did I miss?" Sebastian teased.

"I got a little bit in the middle," Allen giggled, the drills of his cowl making the angel scream in pain. "You are getting sloppy, Sebastian."

"Perhaps. Now, where should I place the next one?" Sebastian whipped out another handful of knives.

"I want to play, too!" Grell cheered.

"How distasteful," William scoffed.

Angela hissed in pain, but then she smirked. She made her body illuminate with bright white light, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she began to howl like an angelic banshee. Her body was enveloped in bright light, the humans stared in awe. The cathedral began to shake with a tremor, cracks in the walls and roof, dust fall down.

"What are you trying to do, destroy us along with yourself?" Allen asked.

"Erase the unclean," Angela chanted, her eyes pure white. "Erase the useless."

"Wait a moment! It's crumbling!" Grell squawked.

Sebastian looked back to Matilda, "To escape or stay here, is entirely up to you to decide."

"R-Right!" Matilda nodded. She and the other monastery members began to run out and escape the crumbling cathedral. A fallen wall hit a coffin.

William looked to his fellow shinigami, "Grell Sutcliffe, we are withdrawing as well." So Grell ran out screaming like a little girl, while William walked calmly after him. "Really! Not only will I apply for overtime, I shall also want a day off to make up for this.' Sebastian and Allen walked out together, holding each other's hands. Sebastian stopped, both of them looking back at the suicidal angel.

"You deserve this…for Mana…" Allen murmured as Sebastian picked him up bridal-style, running and taking him to freedom and safety. Angela smiled creepily as the entrance was blocked off my debris. The cathedral collapsed and that was the end of it.

At last the morning light came after a long night of tragic, surprising, and new self discoveries. Many unfortunate people who stayed in the cathedral died from the crumple. Ciel, who returned to the human realm stared at the wreckage. "Is it all over? The existence that cast me down into impenetrable darkness is gone." he said cryptically.

Even though, I still can't comprehend her reasoning," Allen mused aloud.

Ciel turned to Sebastian, "As promised you can take it now."

Sebastian stood still, staring at Ciel, not doing anything. He then stepped forward, Allen tailing him. Sebastian looked down at the human boy, who closed his eyes and gulped. There was a pause, where no one did anything, just standing. Sebastian put his hands on the human's shoulders, only to see that Sebastian tying the bow on his choir top.

Sebastian smiled, Allen giggled, entertained. Ciel grabbed his black butler's shirt, "Why, Sebastian? Why won't you take my soul? She should be dead now. Or is she…" Sebastian gave a creepy smirk, Ciel gasped, "Could there possibly be others?"

Both butlers, black and white, kneeled before their master. "Please let us stay in your service a whole longer, Young Master," Allen said with a grin. Ciel stared down at his servants. The sun rose, marking a new day.

A few days later, back in the Undertaker's shop, Ciel and his butlers, as well as Grell and William who inquired the owner, "By the way, what brought you to the library? You should have retired from active duty."

Grell shakily brought a beverage to the eerie shinigami legend. "Well, there is something I remembered, thanks to him," the Undertaker answered. He took the drink, Grell who batted his eyelashes. "I completely forgot to return those Cinematic Records."

"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked.

"And amongst the books I borrowed were those of Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive and the brothers, Neah and Mana Walker." Ciel and Allen looked to the creepy undertaker reaper. "Genuine Cinematic Records, unaltered by the angel. Do you want to know what is written inside?"

Sebastian looked to his master and pet. "No thanks," they said at the same time. Ciel got up and picked up his hat, "Let's go, Sebastian, Allen."

"As you wish." So the Earl and his butlers left the Undertaker's shop. Allen bowing and closing the door behind him with a polite smile.

The Undertaker cackled, amused. "Interesting!"

"Are you both really content with this?" Sebastian asked the two as they walked the streets. "If you read books, you could learn the indentify of you opponents.

"I don't care." Ciel said honestly. Allen replied with a slight shake of the head.

"Are you being sentimental?"

"No, it's just…" both boys pictures the grotesque sewed faces of three good people. 'Coming into contact with that abomination again…'

"I don't like to disturb the peace of the dead over and over again,"

Sebastian smirked. The journey wand plot was unraveling before their path, intertwined by one another.

Almost done! Yes! A few more chapters, then maybe an extra special bonus, and then sequel time! Yay! This is the farthest I'd ever got in a story. Thank you all. Epic battles are to be predicted, wonderings, questions, yaoi! Eee! Can't wait!