I have the confidence to post another chapter! Although finding time to post this is difficult. No internet at my new house, so I'll be posting stuff at lunch time. In other news, I have a blister from raking.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ao No Exorcist or -man

'Musician' was curled up with his back against the wall of his cell, his legs pressed against his chest as he waited for his most despised guard to come back. He never came back though. As 'Musician' waited in his cell, the news of Ernest Frederick Egin's horrific death was announced to the Knights of the True Cross Order. All that had been left of him was a smear and a message.

We will pay our debt to the Musician.

The message scared everyone who knew the name of 'Musician' and the possible killers of Ernest Frederick Egin were not pursed, although many suspected the group named 'The Clan of Noah' whom 'Musician' had helped in the far past. The guards who were charged with watching 'Musician' began to avoid the door to the underground prison altogether and the looming presence of 'Musician' seemed to evaporate overnight. Until, a young girl would disturb the peace of the prison and 'Musician' would rise.

A young girl with long brown hair and turquoise eyes slowly opened the door to the seemingly abandoned underground prison. She quickly looked behind her, to make sure nobody was watching, before slipping in the slim gap between the door and wall. She took off her shoes and wedged them into the small space she had just slipped through, to keep the door from locking her in as only the other side of the door had a handle. If she was locked in, being found would be difficult, since this place was avoided like the Plague. But, that was what she was hoping for. All she wanted right now was to avoid Shiro and his disapproval, for how she did not see the 'evil' in demon-kind.

She picked herself up and slowly made her way down the worn stone steps, a bento in hand. She continued her way down the steps, that were illuminated by a curious white mist that radiated a small amount of light. Shadows that seemed smooth and plush like rich black velvet, painted the walls in jagged shapes, turning the most innocent shadow into a dark and savage creature. She turned and looked at her own shadow, only to see it accompanied by another figure that was much larger. She started to back up, away from the shadowy figure, when it opened two white orbs on it's face and smiled at her. She stopped and leaned forward, to look at it better, and the figure beckon to her as it moved away.

Neah made his way around the dungeon him, his nephew, and Crowned Clown resided in. He looked down at Crowned Clown in it's white mist-like form, as it grew brighter and started to annoy him. Couldn't that stupid Innocence take a break and stop it's obsessive glowing? Unless... He slowly sank through the shadows and found the reason why the Innocence acted the way it did. A little girl with some food. Neah slowly made his way after the girl, before stopping and shutting his eyes, hoping she didn't notice him. He slowly opened them to see her watching him and he smiled slightly. She could see him, thought Neah with slight interest. He slowly beckoned her and started toward his nephew's cell.

She watched the shadow as it walked down the hall and slowly followed it, a slight spring in her step. She was going to prove to Shiro that demons were not evil, just curious about the world around them like young children. Even if she wasn't old enough to take care of them, someone had to try and understand them. As she walked after the shadow, the mist below glowed brighter as if to light their way, although the shadow seemed more peeved than anything. The shadow slowly faded, but she finally heard it speak.

"Just take the next right then continue to the end of the hall."

She nodded, before she ran down the hall and the mist whipped aside for her. At the next right, she noticed a broken archway, a few of stones used to made it were scattered across the ground. She stepped around these rocks before she continued her journey, this time walking slowly. The mist seem to stop at the archway, not daring to cross the threshold into the hallway. She continued to walk, but was slightly confused at the lack of Coal Tar floating around. Her foot bumped into an object and she wished she hadn't left her shoes to prop open the door, when her toes started throbbing. She looked up to see the object was a rusty iron gate and the the prison bars behind it were just as rusty. But the pure gray figure behind the bars were what caught her attention, as she was met with a pair of mismatched silver and gold eyes.

Musician had long ago accepted his new name as well as his new outlook on mankind. As he listened to the ever-present babble of voices recide over the months, he waited for his captors to come for him. But they didn't come, just like his guard who he had learned died. He felt a dark thrill in the man's death with an underlying hint of displeasure for not being able to kill the man himself. The voices of other prisoners slowly faded before no voices spoke at all. Musician realized he had been abandoned and it hurt. The pain was worst than just having been renamed and being unable to live up to the name given to him by the Clan of Noah. He was left with a hollow bitterness that sparked with a flame of hatred. He hated the True Cross Order for taking away his home, his family, his voice, and for making a mockery out of his name. He didn't blame them for taking his family away though. He blamed humanity all together.

When he finally heard a noise, his eyes opened slightly to see a little girl with turquoise eyes, just like the guard that died. Her long brown hair fell just past her neck and she held a small bento that caught his eyes, being wrapped in a light blue cloth. She slowly creeped closer and he felt a strange energy fill him. They both looked down at the collar embellished with crosses as the center one made of Innocence, gleamed as she approached. The faint light spread to a broken chain still attached to his collar and ended at a bulky mass that had been a plate that attached to the wall. The broken wall attachment reared like a cobra and moved toward her, as she stopped in front of the chain. She slowly reached out and grabbed it, to discover it was no heavier than a leather leash. She slowly sat down before the gray being and pulled her bento into her lap, letting the iron chain rest beside her. Musician watched the girl he discovered to be an Accommodater, his own no less, unwrap the bento she carried down here with her.

Guuu... Guuuuu!

Musician looked away before she could catch his eyes, after his stomach growled so loudly. But when he looked back at her, she was smiling and holding out a rice ball, and he found himself slowly grinning back. Musician was remind of Road as he took the rice ball from her. Although physically unlike each other, her and Road were physically the same age and Road's white form had blue eyes much like this girl's turquoise ones.

"My name is Yuri. What's your name?" the girl asked him, and for once he felt like he could answer. The collar must be doing something, he thought as he swallowed his rice ball in one bite and thought of an answer.

"M-my na-ame i-i-is... M-Musi-ic-cian."

Okay, with the way this story is progressing, Shiro and Mephesto will make their appearance next chapter. I'm tired, the blister on my hand kept throbbing last night and my other hand is cramping up this morning.