This is a D Gray Man Fanfiction only.

Ten years of hearing that nickname, and if you asked me what did I learn after so much time being General Marian Cross' student? Well, the answer was quite simple, money management, how to earn money, cooking, and how to gamble like a pro. His prefer methods of teaching is go to a place, get a huge debt indulging his own addictions and leave me behind to cover the bill.

As a Noah, I could have developed an even deeper hatred of humanity thanks to his teaching style, had Mana or more specifically the spirit of Mana been present to remind me of his request every time I went to sleep.

Today I woke up and found a letter addressed to someone named Kamui and a note telling me to head to the Headquarters of the Black Order. Why did he have to hit me on the head with a hammer for? I know the guy told me he rather lose a thumb than to go back, but he didn't have to hit me. To top it off, I was in India, which means thousands of miles to travel.

Oh well, no sense in complaining about what a human did. I might as well put the few of my old abilities I managed to recover to good use.

As I walked through the streets I used what I learned while training with the womanizing, drunk that was my teacher to good use. I could gamble with the best, and so I had enough money to both pays for my travel expenses and to pay my food and lodging. If my brothers and sisters could see me now, they would be so ashamed that they would either take pity on me or say that the Earl was right in betraying me, depends on who you ask.

As for travel expenses, I kept that low thanks to the fact that I knew pretty much every circus routine Mana ever did, guess it also pays off to have been a brother to such a successful circus clown. I would sometimes get a position in a traveling circus, the owner of the show and I made the deal that it was only till I reached a major capital or city so I could go back to my home.

The people in the circus were most of the time rather nice, and you never expect this but some even told me they be happy that if I became a permanent member of their circus group. It was rather embarrassing at times I do have to admit, I lost count on how many men that do the strong man routine in these circuses actually hit on me.

After a long trip I finally made it to a rather large city, "Oh, Allen do you have to leave? I mean everyone loves your routine after all." I looked at the man in charge and smile, "Afraid so chief, I got to get back home and get back to the family business after all."

A rather attractive woman who simply loved to wear a bunny girl costume, and I mean a bunny girl costume with even a bunny mask came close to me and gave me a baked sweet potato, I guess it was to make sure I didn't leave on an empty stomach. It sure didn't help that she was the daughter of the owner of the particular circus I was saying goodbye to.

"You never told us what is it that your family does?" I guess since I was leaving might as well answer that question like I did so many times before. As I jumped off the cart and looked at them, I was ready for either their looks of confusion or right down horror as I told them. It always happens, there has never been a single circus group that when I told them actually looked happy to hear it.

"My family business? Why we are Exorcists." Yep, it happened again. The looks of shock, disbelief and even confusion were there. I guess I will never get used to this. It sure didn't help that I lost my gloves, that made everyone always stare at my Anti-Akuma weapon when it was not active.

As I began walking through the streets to either find a casino to earn some money or a nice inn in which I could do some work to earn a stay I felt something familiar. It was the same dark feeling I got whenever I was you could say unlucky and found yet another Akuma, or you could say that I got lucky too.

You see my eldest brother pretty much stole most of my Noah abilities, and the only way I found so far too slowly regain them was to actually kill his creations. He has to put a little of his own Noah power in them to make them loyal to him after all. No major loss to him he could regenerate it eventually, but in my case, that was not something I would be willing to do, or at least not at the moment.

My Noah power was so low I couldn't even assume my real form. I couldn't even shapeshift for prolong periods of time. The thing is, every time I kill an Akuma the soul of the poor unfortunate always gives me the little bit of Noah power they had as a gift for saving them. During my travels with Cross I managed to kill a few dozen Akuma, so my power was slowly returning to me.

The first ability I had that was unique to me that I managed to recover was the ability to compose music and play the piano. People often enjoyed me playing on the piano, and so it became a rather nice extra source of income.

Anyways I keep rambling, don't I? As I was saying I keep feeling the familiar feeling of an Akuma nearby, it was coming from an abandoned church of all places. I thought about it, 'Well at the very least I would have a nice place to sleep for the night, but I could get lucky and manage to kill one of the Akuma my traitorous brother made.'

Sure enough, I got in and the first thing I see is the barrage of cursed bullets hit a few cops, the gas they release when fired is hard to mistake for anything else. I saw a young lady cop unconscious and a rather fat looking cat. I always had a thing for cats, and Timcampy often got confused for a cat's toy. Alright I will admit it, I didn't want to save the cat as much as the cat tried to eat my Master's golem and I had to rescue it, to rescue my friend Timcampy.

So here I am dragging a young woman, my luggage and a rather fat cat that was sitting on my head with a grin that reminded me of the brother who betrayed me. I managed to walk to a nearby police station when out of nowhere some person grabbed me and placed a pair of handcuffs on me. The young woman was taken away and so was my luggage and the cat.

To be honest I didn't mind having that large fuzzball taken off me, as much as I minded that it still was treating my friend Timcampy as a chew toy! I saw as they at least placed the lady officer on a bench to let her be somewhat comfortable and then they dragged me into a dark, smelly and quite frankly depressing looking room.

'Great, these people think I am responsible for the deaths that Akuma caused. I will never get used to how many times local police try to blame this one anyone or any reason to get off from actually either risking their necks or to make the community the serve think they are actually protecting them.'

"Look, kid, we have you dragging one of our officers, and asides from that cat, and an unconscious officer you are the only other person present at the scene of the crime, so why don't you quit the innocent act and confess? You and I both know you are the creep that has been killing people around in this city!"

I didn't like the fact that he called me kid for one, I was older than he was, after all, hell I was older than most of the people in the entire city since technically I was hundreds of years old. I even managed to grow my current body to the point I looked like a guy in my mid-twenties. Not an easy thing to do, but like I said I regained a little bit of my power thanks to the few Akuma I managed to kill in the last ten years.

"Alright Sherlock, let's relax for a little bit and think about it. If I was the person killing the citizens of this city why wouldn't I have killed the lady officer you found me with? Why would I carry such a women to a nearby police station if I didn't want to save her? If I am a mass murderer as you accuse me of being, why would I care about the welfare of one of your fellow police officers?"

"Do you have any proof that I am the culprit? Any evidence? Did you find the murder weapon on my luggage? Anyone give you an eyewitness report? Anything that could be used in a court of law? The answer to all these questions is No. That is why you are trying to intimidate me into getting a confession out of me."

I looked at him and he looked more upset as my little monolog continued, "So in short you know I didn't do any sort of murder, and I can tell you that I didn't since I just arrived in this city, to begin with. You, however, are determined to pin those murders on me so that you and the rest of the men under your command can stop actually having to look for the actual killer."

"Hey, I don't blame you, from what you just told me the person who killed these people you told me about is a real psycho. I sure wouldn't want to meet him or her in a dark alley let me tell you." That is when a man came running into the room screaming that an Officer named Moor regained consciousness.

This made the idiot seated right across from me smiled, "You said there was no evidence didn't you? Well my so friendly little psychopath, let's see what Moor has to say! I am willing to bet a week's salary that she tells us she saw you killing the latest victim!"

I looked at him and looked at the officer that came in screaming, "Alright I will take you up on that bet. You can get a nice fake confession if she is right, but no influencing the witness and once you lose I expect you to hand over the cash right on the spot! Gambling is not illegal but it is serious business."

Just as the woman came in the room, he stood up from his seat and pointed his right finger towards me. "You are on! Come on Moor tells us what you saw! Tells us how you saw him killing the latest victim."

She actually looked at me and I was smiling at her and waving my hand trying to be as friendly as possible. "Actually, Sir, what I saw was this person chasing after a fat cat while caring a suitcase through the local abandoned church."

The idiot knew he lost the bet, and he knew he couldn't pay up either by the way he was behaving, it was plainly obvious for me to deduce. Another officer came in and told them that there were no weapons, not even a gun in my suitcase.

That is when the fat cat that she mentioned came running after him and ran across the room and jumped on my lap purring like he really was happy that I was alright. That does it, if this cat makes it through my current Akuma hunt, I swear I am adopting the cat, much to my friend's discomfort, and naming it the Millennium Kitty!

"Well looks like I just earned me some cash, you were wrong, and how long is it going to take to get these things off my hands, you don't have to tighten them so much you know." The officer came and tried to remove the handcuffs and when he did my right hand was exposed. Great, just what I needed, some other reason to make the idiots freak out.

"Is that blood on his hand! See I knew he was the killer confess!" The idiot simply refused to accept reality or it is that he simply didn't want to go home and tell his wife that he gambled a week's salary and lost.

"Actually my hand has always looked like this, for you see I do happen to know what is killing the innocent people of this city, I happen to be a clergyman, and the thing that is killing your people is called an Akuma, and this hand of mine is my Anti-Akuma Weapon. Tell me officers have you ever heard of the Black Order?"

They all began laughing their head off, "Moor you are in charge of this mental case till we can prove either he did those murders or we find who did! I never heard of any church organization called the Black Order, and you say you are a clergy? Clergymen wear a uniform depending on their position in the church stop kidding, you are the murderer and while you are in Moor's custody I will prove it!"

I looked at her and she began to look to me like she was really upset at me, we walked towards her home, and she even took us to her bedroom. She did say that she didn't want to disturb the sleep of her sleeping brother.

She took a big old dictionary and laid it in front of me, "Look, I don't think it's nice to make excuses, or make up lies, here is the definition of an Akuma, it says it is a mythical figure that was blamed for plagues and disasters in ancient times."

I looked at her and I got to say without her coat and her hat, I got a pretty good look at her face and figure. She actually was a rather nice looking young woman. Hell, I wouldn't mind asking her out on a date or two if we met under better circumstances. I stood up from the bed I was sitting on and looked out the window, she lives a few feet away from the abandoned church, that is not good at all.

That must mean that the Akuma must be living near this house and it had been smart enough to keep hidden from her notice. "That is what the dictionary says, and the definition is true, except we are not dealing we fictional mythical creature. We are dealing with something that is far worse. The Akuma are mass killing machines made by their creator a man they call the Millennium Earl."

"You see the Earl preys on the souls of those that have suffered a great tragedy, especially the loss of a loved one. He tricks them into calling for the soul of their precious person, the person they love or a relative, and they are told by doing this they will get that person back, but instead, they are locked into the machine that the Earl made using dark matter. The Earl then commands his new Akuma to kill the person who the Earl tricked and take that body as it's new disguise."

"The Akuma are powered by the suffering of the soul trapped inside it, and the soul has no way to disobey the orders the Earl gives it. My order destroys this Akuma to free the souls of the people that are trapped and tortured."

Just then a man in a wheelchair came in and he looked like he was having a panic attack, "Mark what is the matter? There is nothing wrong, you can go back to your room. This is Mark my brother in law, come on Mark what is the matter with you?"

That is when my cursed eye activated and I could see what this person really was, no wonder Moor never noticed him before, the Akuma had the perfect hiding spot and nothing would ever make her suspect Mark, he was in a wheelchair and looked like a person who was mentally disabled due to his grief, but he can't lie to my eye, and I can see the soul that is trapped inside this Akuma.