Story: A Touch of Color in the Grey

Book 1: Shading the black.

Date : December 25, 2021

Beta : Lucky's-Dice

Fandom: D Gray Man

Disclaimer : No, I do not own D Gray Man and I am not making any profit from this story.

Summary : It's kind of the epilogue so if you don't remember what happened before then maybe you shouldn't read this chapter :p

And in the last chapter : Eve met a strange family at the circus and remembers who she really is.

One thing that is good with the epilogue is that you don't have to rack your brains at the last minute to find a title...

And yes, I said that the epilogue would be two paragraphs (it should have just been the moment of the phone) but... well it's difficult to stop a fic X ') And you know how I never resist to describe in length, in width and across the feelings of Eve XD

So, yeah... we're gonna say it's just a long paragraph? X ')

Happy reading: D

"Hush Devit!" A voice echoed in the distance. It was a boy's voice, a young man… Jasdero? Tibo? Andrew? I tried to guess, the head filled with cotton. My eyelids were so heavy that I didn't even want to try to open them. My body was bouncing gently as worried squeaks and whispers echoed all around me. Was I... in a cab? A car? A horse drawn carriage? Terribly confused, I tried to open my eyes again. The debilitating pain giving way to a thudding thud in the back of my head, I had enough strength this time to part my eyelids and fall directly onto two golden orbs above my head.

My heart jumped instantly as familiarity, confusion, and dread played ping-pong with it. I knew this person, it was Tricia's daughter… a character from D-Gray Man… the demon from that night… "Road?" The word escaped my lips in an incredulous whisper, the little girl seemed so familiar and alien to me at the same time.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked and I nodded slowly realizing that I was lying on the bench with my head on her knees. Trying to get up, Road frowned but pulled her arms away, letting me do it.

"What…?" I mumbled, immediately pressing a hand against my forehead. As if the volume had been cranked up, my memories came back full force, assaulting me. I was at the circus… at the hospital… in the forest… and I had passed a man… the doctor… Randolphe… and he had called my name… my name?

Oh

'Eve' was the first word to come to mind but it was very quickly followed by 'Ennael' and then 'Eleanore' and then a multitude of others, pressing inside my head and confusing me more than anything else.

Hissing in pain, having the impression that my brain was going to explode under this too much information, a small hand came to press on my forehead and I immediately felt… empty. As if I were looking at my own memories through a window, still visible but out of reach. Too reassured that I could form a painless conscious thought again, I pushed the discomfort gripping my heart away from myself and glanced at Road as she removed her hand, impassive.

"Eve?" Jasdero called and I jumped, finally realizing my surroundings. I was indeed in a cab next to Road. Mahulda and Eliott were nowhere in sight, which was odd if we were returning to the mansion. Jean must have been driving the cab and on the bench opposite, Jasdero, Devit and Ty…

Tyki Mikk.

As if seeing his face was enough to break what Road had done to me, Eve faded as Ennael's panic and Eleanor terror took control. He didn't even have time to smile when I opened the door of the moving cab to avoid throwing up on him. Again, if I may add. I barely noticed the cab stop with a surprised cry from Jean as I unwrapped my entire stomach on the dirty road, my hands gripping the door frame as if my life depended on it. If not my life, at least my remaining shred of dignity since it was indeed the only thing holding me back from falling head first into the leftovers of my daily meals. Anyway, until large hands grabbed my shoulders, keeping my hair from being tinted green in the process. Recognizing Tyki, I froze immediately before taking, with a shaking hand, the handkerchief Jasdevi held out to me. Shaken, I wiped my mouth and tried to use the time to get back on my feet.

"I'm sorry, that'll teach me not to eat so many cakes at Arthur's." I was trying to joke but my voice came out weak and shaky. Not meeting anyone's gaze, I sat back down next to Road, feeling the weight of the four Noah's gaze on me. I had never had a problem with small spaces, on the contrary, I tended to feel comfortable in tight spaces but at that moment it was as if the walls were tightening on me. Claustrophobia not helping my bulk brain, it took a few seconds to respond when Jasdero shyly asked me if I was okay. "I just need a little rest" I assured him. And especially a single moment to sort out my thoughts. Right now, just seeing Tyki's hands on the opposite bench reminded me over and over again of those same hands tearing the baby from the belly of… no! Not now, not immediately… I was Lady Evelyne Harmonie Campbell, heiress of the Duchy Campbell not Eleanore, not Ennael but Eve, just Eve…

"We're almost at the mansion, you can go get some rest right away." Road assured me, taking my hand and I had to force myself not to tear mine from her fingers. Not trusting my voice anymore, I nodded, still without looking at them and waited, my heart pounding. They could hear it, ho Merlin, they could hear my heart beating too fast… and they had seen Johan and my dramatic reaction to meeting him… and they knew about my confused memory… even though they surely didn't remember that night, that I had already met them and that they had killed my… my… it was obvious that something was wrong with me, that I remembered something. Road was never going to let that go. A few months ago, maybe, but now she loved too much knowing what upset me… if she wasn't the cause herself, that's it.

Fortunately for me, we were really close to the mansion and barely a few more minutes in this heavy silence and we passed the gates. Watching them being closed behind us by the guard, I couldn't help but feel trapped. It was stupid, the Noahs didn't need a grid to hold me back. But all the same, for the first time since I had arrived, the sight of the mansion made me very uncomfortable.

"Mother!" Cried Road, hopping out of the carriage and sprinting towards Tricia who was slowly descending the steps on Adam's arm to greet us with a gentle smile. The twins jumped after her and I was about to do the same when Tyki walked past me and held out his hand to help me down. He had done it hundreds of times already, outdoor dresses weren't very practical and it was helpful to have an arm to lean on when fumbling awkwardly for the step. But at that moment, just touching his hand made me want to burst into tears and it was without even a glance that I brushed his arm before going down and immediately letting go.

"Did you have fun at the circus?" Tricia asked Road and the twins with a happy smile. She pulled back a bit, however, when they failed to display the excitement she had expected. Frowning, she lifted her head and finally saw us, Tyki and me. "Eve, you're so pale! Are you all right?" Merlin, how long ago the morning seemed now… I felt like it had been ages since I had begged her to let us go out to see Arthur.

"It's nothing." I tried to smile but with Tyki right behind me, I was stretched like a bow. "I'm just a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest now." I apologized a little too quickly before rushing up the stairs, shivering when I met Adam's confused gaze.

"Did something go wrong with her friend?" I heard Adam ask Tyki behind me but I was already going through the front door and didn't hear the answer, preferring to run as fast as possible upstairs now that there was no one left to see me. Climbing the stairs four to four, I stopped dead when I arrived in the hallway leading to the family rooms.

What to do? It was out of the question to go to our shared room with Tyki… mine? The music room? The library? But those were the first places that would come looking for me… well… anyone, really. On the other hand, with their superhuman senses, they could find me anywhere in this mansion, even if I hid on Road's balcony and held my breath. And if Tricia came to get me and didn't find me in my room, she was going to worry… Praying that they would leave me alone long enough for me to organize my thoughts, I walked into my small room and rolled in a ball under the quilt. Finally letting the pressure drop, I soon began to shake from all my limbs, my eyes burning with tears.

My hair too light, too straight, too short... My nails too long, my ears suddenly pierced and my eyes grayer than blue... The mole near my mouth rather than the ear, my smaller chest, my inhuman gift for the piano… How many times had I made these remarks to myself without understanding their basis?

Eleanore didn't even look that much like Ennael.

How could I have spent so long without seeing it? But maybe... it was because I was Eleanore as much as I was Ennael. Even though my mind had done its best to erase these memories, they were still there. For eighteen long years Eleanore had looked in the mirror and had seen her pale hair and gray eyes. It was normal for her, natural. As much as it was for Ennael to see her brown hair and blue eyes reflected. So, when Eve, a strange mixture of the two, had looked in the mirror, Ennael's confusion was immediately appeased by Eleanore's habit.

But… even that wasn't quite right. I knew it. Obviously I knew it. There was a reason why I had always avoided thinking about the half-burnt dress I wore when I woke up two and a half years ago at Dolores. It was certainly not a 21st century dress and the lack of cell phone, headphones or pants with me announced the color as well: it was not my body. Or rather, not the body of Ennael. And if it wasn't Ennael's body then… then I had to give up all hope of ever being able to return to my… to her world. Even though I had believed I had accepted this fact over a year ago, the truth was, having no memory to confirm how I came to this world and to affirm the impossibility of returning to it, there was always hope, no matter how small.

But now…

Now I remembered.

Turning my head to stifle my sobs in my pillow, I let all my pain flow into my tears. I mourned for Eleanore's family, for her sister whom she had not been able to mourn. I mourned the consequences of this murder which threatened Eve's dear friendship with Tyki. And I mourned the death of Ennael, yet necessary so that Eleanore, Eve and a multitude of other lives for the moment silent, could live in their turn.

Three beings, three torments, too much sadness.

But there was only one body, one puppet for the three girls and it is with the same voice that they… that we… that I cried out my pain. I wasn't Eleanore anymore, I couldn't be Ennael again and I didn't know if I could continue to be Eve either. How to do when reality had caught up with fiction? Mentally, I had always known that Tyki… Road… the twins and everyone else were Noahs, cold-blooded killers who revel in men's pain. But… I had always seen them differently. Road was the little girl who loved to play dolls with me, Tyki was that buddy who fanboyed about new adventure novels, the twins were those silly teenagers who blew up their room trying to trick Sheryl...

But of course, it was always different when we were the one directly affected...

A knock. With a light creak, the door to my room opened. "Evelyne?" Someone whispered but I didn't react, I didn't want to react. My limbs felt heavy… my eyelids even more… I must have fallen asleep. And I didn't want to wake up. A second pair of footsteps, barely audible whispers... "... do nothing, Road?"

"... everything ... breaks... dangerous... stronger... Wisely would be... too bad." A second voice answered but it was difficult to understand what she was saying. A hand stroked my forehead and suddenly I felt incredibly peaceful. With a calm sigh, I fell back deeply into sleep...

It was a knock on the door that woke me up. I felt strangely calm. Too calm. It was like earlier, as if I was cut off from my emotions. Shaking off the shreds of sleep that clung to my eyes, (a weird dream about Adam, Road and… Wisely?) I stumbled to the door and half-opened it, still confused before I stopped, the door ajar.

My calm immediately exploded into a thousand pieces.

It was Tyki.

"Hey Eve, you didn't go down for dinner, did you… Oh, did I wake you up?" He asked casually. He looked incredibly normal and the sight clashed horribly with the memories of Eleanore flowing back and forth before my eyes. "Eve?" He repeated when I took a little while to answer.

Startled, I looked down. Avoiding his golden gaze was a good idea, it allowed me to think properly. I could do it, it was Tyki, the guy who complained about the paperwork, hid from his brother to drink and walked through things when he was surprised. The guy who listened to me complain about the lack of women's rights and social inequalities, who happily played with me the dumbest games I could think of and who helped take care of the children. The guy who played all my sheet music transcriptions tirelessly, hugged me when I needed it and respected my choices even though we were officially married and nothing could stop him if he decided otherwise. He was my best friend, he couldn't hurt me...

... Or could he?

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry, that's all." I whispered but even to my ears it sounded wrong.

"Don't say that, you're shaking." He replied, raising his hand as if to touch my shoulder before freezing when I involuntarily recoiled. There was a big silence and then, as if my reaction had decided him, his nonchalant tone faded in favor of a more serious one. "That man at the circus… he called you Eleanore…" he said, lowering his hand gently. I couldn't see his eyes, my head still down, but I could feel them staring at me, paralyzing me in place. He probably had to wait for me to answer him but the words were stuck in my throat and it was finally he who continued. "And you called him Johan. Did you remember anything about your past?" He said but his tone didn't imply a question. He already knew it.

"A little…" I answered, hesitantly. Johan. I had completely forgotten about… my brother. In a way, I was much more concerned about the people here than about my older sibling. But I guess even Eleanore had never felt close to him when all of my three lives were related to the Noahs in one way or another. Either way, it was a compelling excuse... What was the easiest story to swallow anyway? Crossing paths with my older brother and suddenly remembering that my family had been wiped out in a fire? Or remember my past lives and that my husband had gutted my sister in front of my eyes and would have done the same to me if the Duke hadn't attacked him in excess of madness? Maybe… I could just tell him about the fire and leave all the 'you killed (almost) everyone in my old life' aside… I thought but Tyki wouldn't let me continue, moving on when I didn't.

"If you remembered your older brother… do you remember your…?" He started but I immediately lifted my head, meeting his gaze with wide, surprised eyes. I hadn't told anyone that Johan was my brother. How could he…? I started to think until a sudden realization fell over me like a cold shower, making my blood run cold.

"You knew?" I interrupted him incredulously. "Did you know who I was? Where I was from? That my family was dead? That my brother had survived?" Eleanore's part screamed inside me as Ennael and Eve worried even more. If the Noahs knew that I was the only survivor of their destruction, why had they kept me with them instead of ending this once and for all? Eleanore was a naive girl and didn't knew much, no matter how I racked my brains, I didn't see what I could bring to them.

At my accusation, Tyki hesitated before looking away, which was a clear answer in itself. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked harshly, Eleanore's anger managing to overcome the fear of the other two when he looked at me blankly, as if the thought of telling me about my past hadn't even occurred to him.

For the first time since… I couldn't even remember when: I saw red. Holding myself back out of sheer desire to ram my fist into his face, an action that surely would have hurt my hand more than his nose, I turned quickly to go back to my room, preparing to slam the door in his face.

Symbolically, at least.

Damn his powers.

But he didn't even let me have that little act of rebellion, grabbing me by the arm before I could even take two steps away from him. "Let. Go. Of. Me." I hissed through clenched teeth without even looking at him.

"You remember, don't you?" He asked with a tight voice which, under any other circumstance, would have caused my immediate concern for him. As it was, he ignored everything I had told him, adding even more to my fury.

"Remember what?!" I finally cried out as I whirled around, digging my eyes into his, blood pounding in my ears.

"Your sister." Tyki revealed.

With just those two words, all my fury vanished, immediately replaced by muffled terror as his golden eyes pinned me in place. I was in the snow... Rosalie was above me... the man had his hand across her back... the baby... the baby was...

"Are you afraid of me, Eve?" Tiky whispered and we were suddenly somewhere else, at the exhibition of the colonies of Paris more than two years ago, the moment that had cemented our friendship...

But this time, I couldn't give him the answer he hoped for.

"Tyki, Eve? Are you alright? I heard screams…" Suddenly called Tricia from further down the hall. Without another word, Tyki looked away and let go of my arm before turning around and entering his room. Frozen in place, staring at the door with a heavy heart, Tricia had to take my face into her hands for me to become a little aware of my surroundings again. "Eve, honey, what's wrong?" Tricia asked again and the word of affection startled me. It was something she reserved more generally for Road and Sheryl, why was she… Oh, I was crying. Raising my hand to wipe away my tears, Tricia prevented the movement as she hugged me. Like boneless, I let my head rest on her shoulder as heavy sobs shook my body more and more. With blurry eyes, I barely noticed the door to the twins bedroom open a crack as the two boys glanced down the hall.

Tyki's door remained closed.

Tricia pulled me gently to her own bedroom and I let her do it without arguing, relieved when I collapsed next to her on the bed. I had never needed a hug so much as I did then and Tricia was happy to give it. But even though she was only waiting for me to confide in her, I had no idea how to talk about it all and I closed my eyes, not saying a word. Unsurprisingly, Tricia fell asleep soon after. I couldn't tell exactly what time it was, but since it was already pitch dark outside and we were in the middle of summer, that didn't surprise me. I was trying to fall asleep too but my brain was circling inside my head and I couldn't close my eyes without seeing Tyki's hurt look when I couldn't answer… superimposed on his too happy smile when he snatched the baby from...

Shivering, I finally stood up when the hallway light, visible through the doorway, went out. Sheryl must have gone to bed in the second bedroom, it was always he who turned off the lights, being the last to go to bed. I felt a little guilty forcing him to sleep elsewhere so I slowly extricated myself from Tricia's grip to go to my small bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I sat on the bed before putting my head in my hands.

I couldn't do it.

I had believed that… but I had only had to meet his golden eyes for me to turn into a terrified, sobbing mess. At least I didn't throw up at the sight of his face this time, did I? It was hardly any consolation… my head was a disaster, Eve's feelings of friendship clashed with Eleanore's anger and Ennael's fear. How could I live here when I couldn't even look at half the locals without having a flashback or dissociation?

I couldn't, I suddenly realized looking at my hands which were still shaking even hours later. I was traumatized and seeing the cause every day was not going to help me get over it. But leave the mansion? To go where? My whole life was here now… Ennael had no attachment in this world and Eleanore… could I go see Johan? But just thinking of putting myself under the thumb of a man who was not as understanding as Ty… well… it made me want to throw up… There was no way I would impose myself on Arthur and Touie as well. Road and Tyki knew them, I would never get over it if something happened to them because of me. There was always my first plan B to go and teach in the countryside but I had no identity papers other than those of the heiress of the Duchy Campbell, Lady Evelyne Campbell and trying to hide from them was clearly a bad idea. Then remained ...

"Allen." I whispered as my eyes fell on the double photo frame on my nightstand.

I hadn't wanted to think about it before, but Allen had been in order for a few weeks already. The D-Gray Man timeline had always been open to debate but… Reverse Town was set in November. If everything turned out exactly as in the cannon, Allen would soon meet Road and everything would continue from there. So… whether I ask him for help or not, I couldn't put him in more danger than he already was… right? No matter how much I thought about it, I didn't know what else to do. So, with a shaking hand, I took the frame and turned it over to open it. Inside I took the piece of paper with the number Allen had given me before I hesitated. There were two phones in the house, one in the staff hallway so they could take calls when Sheryl was away, and one in the master's office. I would be overheard for sure if I tried to make a call using the employee line but sneak into Sheryl's office ...

But just thinking I had to face Tyki the next day made my resolve.

Praying that the Noahs were asleep or that they at least decided not to inquire about the strange noises, I walked down barefoot to the other wing. I hated walking around the mansion at night, it immediately looked like a haunted house… Worse when I was doing something bad. Taking a deep breath on the doorstep of the office, carefully not thinking of the nearby living room where I had spent my convalescence a few months earlier, I entered the office. I hadn't been there without Sheryl since the day I had been appointed lady-in-waiting… but not much had changed since. Well... The photo that had sparked my ear that I was in D-Gray Man was still there, yes, but several more were now crowding next to her on the desk. It was with wide eyes that I saw our wedding photo with Tyki and the Christmas photo where we had wrapped Adam's stupidly long scarf around our five heads. Shaking my head, I tore my eyes from the executives to grab the handset and type in the number.

What if he doesn't answer? What if he was on a mission? Allen had said it was only for emergencies… Did it count for an emergency? I just felt bad, I wasn't in mortal danger right now… I suppose… What if he thought…?

"Eve?" Suddenly a muffled voice whispered and I cried almost immediately in relief. But I had already cried too much today so I was swallowing my tears and with a deep breath I asked for help in a trembling voice.

"Allen, I'm sorry to call you, you said it was for emergencies so… well I mean… Tyki he… I need to get out of the mansion. Now. But I don't know what to do, I thought you... but otherwise I can..."

"Eve, breathe." He cut me off and I took a deep breath. "Alright, alright… Give me a second." He said, his voice dropping as if he was seriously considering the problem. "If you can call me, I take it you're not in immediate danger? Can you get out of the mansion on your own?" He asked and I hesitated to tell him that I thought I could. "Look, do you remember where I was the first time we met? Yes? Alright, I want you to go there tonight. I'm going to warn her, she should wait for you. If you're not there in… let's say five hours, I'll come to the mansion." He assured me and I was horrified for a second to imagine Allen at the Noah's mansion before my survival instinct kicked in and I accepted his uncomfortable offer. I was so selfish… "I'm on a mission but I'll come ASAP, okay? Once you get there, don't leave her house until I'm here. And take your knives."

Trying not to think too much about his last words, I walked up the hall stairs four at a time, relieved to be out of Sheryl's office. Merlin, what would I have done if he hadn't answered? Climbing back into my bedroom, I opened the large wardrobe and began to rummage through it for what I might need. Carefully avoiding with my eyes what was not mine (a big half, anyway.) I took my large shoulder bag (my first purchase!) And filled it with my two cheapest skirts and blouses, other basic necessities and my wallet. I opened it for a second to take a look at the photos neatly placed there before closing it and pushing it to the bottom of the bag. I didn't have the courage to leave without them. Then I went to my desk and took all the money I had saved for the last two years before my wedding. Being housed and fed for free, I had accumulated a good fortune despite my meager salary. When it came to choosing among my less useful possessions however, it was more difficult. At Allen's advice, I put my throwing knives aside to take them with me, trying not to think about who gave them to me. Allen's scarf, glasses and newsboy hat I had bought and the henna were the next to join the bag. I hesitated for long minutes to take Victor Hugo's notes before finally deciding to leave them here. I didn't know what was going to happen to me and if the Noah hadn't really discovered them until now, I might as well leave them here. If they already knew it, it was useless anyway… On the other hand, I took my notebook of the manga and that of magic. They were incomprehensible to anyone other than me and I felt I was going to need them… My dress pleated from the many impromptu naps of the day, was exchanged for pants and a sturdy jacket, I wrapped my knife belt around my waist and reached out to grab my bag. It was then that a burst of light caught my eye and I noticed the ring on my finger.

I had not taken the ring off since the wedding.

Staring at it, it took a few seconds for me to move again. Stroking the intertwined gold threads, I sighed before sliding it off my ring finger. No sooner had it left my hand than it undid under the pressure of my fingers, leaving only four intertwined circles that it was impossible to get back into shape without a good youtube tutorial and a lot of patience. With a bitter smile on my lips, I walked over to my desk and pulled out a small drawer to put it inside. I shouldn't use it often because to my surprise, as I carefully set the ring on top of a dusty notepad, something that I thought I had lost caught my attention. Incredulous, I held it in front of my eyes before laughing softly. It was the fountain pen Sheryl had lent me so long ago… I had completely forgotten about it… it seems that even after I finally bought my own pencils, I never returned it to him. Well I guess he will have to wait a little longer ... I thought before I wrote a quick note for Tricia and pocketed the pen.

Hand on the doorknob, I turned back to what had been my sanctuary for the past two years and a half. Mr Fluffy was on my bed, Les Misérables and the manuscript of A Study in Red were neatly placed in front of my photos on the nightstand. Across the room, at my large desk, Allen and Arthur's letters were hidden in Tricia's beautiful wooden box and on the shelf, the many storybooks, games, collections of drawings and scores that I had transcribed in my spare time crowded between two hideous sculpture that the twins had carved for me. From the closet next door, one end of Adam's huge scarf protruded from the closed doors crowded with my art supplies, my overpriced dresses, and the multitude of things the other teenagers had hidden there over the years. I was at least hoping they would get it all back before Tricia saw it…

With one last confrontational look, wondering if I would find it all again one day, I opened the door to sneak into the hallway...

And literally fell on Road.

Stumbling over her legs, I caught myself inextricably against the wall with a whispered insult. "Road?" I asked surprise to the little girl, barely visible, sitting on the floor next to my door. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard a noise." she mumbled, hugging the teddy bear in her lap. "You're leaving?" She said and she didn't look surprised at all. Her eyes had no hint of childish spirit in them.

Having no idea what to say, I almost jumped when a soft 'yes' came out of my lips without me realizing it.

"And are you going to come back?" She asked, her eyes staring into mine.

"… I don't know Road. I need a little time away from… all of this."

"Away from us." She confirmed and I did not contradict her. "Mother and Adam are going to be sad… Tyki too"

Inhaling hard, I ignored the comment on Tyki. "Not you?"

At my words, an amused smile spread over her lips. Standing up, she wrapped her hands around my waist and hugged me tight. "Yes of course, but you need it so it's fine. You always preferred 'strategic retreat'." She teased me and I had to restrain myself from laughing hysterically. "See you soon, Aunt Evy"

"... See you soon Road." I whispered back as I watched her disappear into her room. Left alone in the hallway, a clock ticking in the distance, I took a deep breath before walking again, nervous to be stopped by someone less… understanding. Soon I was at the barn to take the bike Tyki hadn't touched since that time in the forest. Stepping over it, I pushed on the pedal and started down the alley toward the large gate, the mansion getting smaller and smaller behind me as I avoided thinking about all the people I was leaving behind. Tricia, the twins, Road… even Sheryl! And then Lulubelle too, and Adam and Berthe, Louise, Jean, Clarisse, Hell, even Mahulda and Eliott… that I hadn't seen since the circus, strangely… and then also Alphonse and Philip and… Putting my foot on the ground, I suddenly turned, feeling someone's gaze on me. I couldn't see well in the dark night, and I was starting to be quite far from the mansion, but I could have sworn I had seen the curtains in Adam's bedroom move. Feeling an awful shudder move up my spine and a dull fear suddenly seize my guts, I quickly recovered and pedaled at full speed until I passed the gate.

In the dark night, I could no longer make out any colors. Lost and idle, it was a ray of light piercing the trees that made me look up. Above me, the clouds slipped away revealing a large white moon whose soft light clouded the path before my eyes.

As Allen said, we had to keep walking.

...

Or at least pedaling, but frankly, it was the same... no?

And now, it's over ! It was 5 long years but, wow! I'm happy to have finished this project :) Finally, finished… well, not quite X) I'm currently correcting it. I'm at chapter 12 currently and will post them uuh… sometimes. Also, you will have a bonus chapter about Eve, the twins and sex education and homework. Tyki is lost. It'll be a chapter just after the last Christmas :3 I'll update this fic when I'll post it so do not forget to follow it! What? There is way too much unnecessary side plot already? Shhh, I do whatever I want, it's my totally self-indulgent story X)

(Btw, if a kind person wants to help me correct the English of the rewritten chapter I would be eternally grateful!)

About the continuation with the exorcists: "Shading the white" I have no idea when I'll begin to post it since I'm currently on two fics for TWEWY and FFVII but it won't be before the correction of STB is finished, that's for sure! Anyway, I'll update this fic when the continuation will begin so do not forget to follow/favorite this story ;)

Anyway, think about the reviews, I so want to see what you though of this story! and see you next... well no actually :) It's goodbye this time! Except if another of my fics interests you? In this case, I can say it: see you next time!