This is a D Gray Man Fanfiction only.
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As I prepared to enjoy my lunch, I found myself drawn to Jerry once again. It was a familiar routine, one I followed without thinking much about it. For reasons I never quite understood, every time I ordered my usual meal, Jerry seemed to light up with excitement. His joy felt contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched the pink-haired man, easily recognized by his unique hairstyle, dance into the kitchen. He exclaimed with enthusiasm how much he adored cooking my food, which some people might find surprising or even unsettling due to the intense passion he displayed. His reaction sparked a range of feelings in others; while many found his glee endearing, some were taken aback by the intensity of his words and actions.
Alongside all of this, I noticed something unusual. Lavi and Bookman kept sticking to me like glue, making their presence felt wherever I went. It was as if they had made it their personal mission to follow me around the headquarters. Whether I was making my way to the cafeteria, heading to a meeting, or even just wandering around, they were either right behind me or there waiting when I arrived. Their constant company was becoming so consistent that I couldn't help but joke to myself that if I were a famous actor or performer, I might start to think I had a pair of overly enthusiastic fans trailing my every move.
The meal was truly something I would describe as both delicious and abundant. There was an impressive amount of food on the table, and I couldn't fathom how Jerry managed to prepare such a feast on such short notice. Honestly, I would be dishonest if I said I wasn't thankful for it or that the food didn't taste amazing. As I sat there, enjoying dish after dish, I noticed Lavi watching me intently. His eyes were wide with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief as I continued eating. He turned his gaze to his mentor, Bookman, who was known for being a bit blunt in his observations.
Bookman broke the silence with his typical straightforwardness, saying, "I just don't get it. Where does all that food go? He's eating and eating as if there's enough to satisfy an entire party, yet he just keeps going. It's like he's a bottomless pit! It baffles me that he's not as big as a hippo, especially considering the enormous amount of food he consumes. Just thinking about it makes me believe that he could probably fertilize an entire acre with the sheer volume of waste he must produce! I really can't wrap my head around it, no matter how hard I think about it."
As I listened to Bookman's unfiltered commentary, I couldn't help but notice that other people at the table, including him, were still focused on their meals. They seemed to have little concern for Bookman's lack of manners. But the mystery of where all that food went was not as complicated as Bookman thought. I understood the truth: Allen, the one devouring the food, was in fact an accommodator of a parasite-type anti-akuma weapon. This special weapon required a great deal of energy to function properly, and most of that energy came directly from Allen himself. The massive quantity of food he consumed was necessary to replenish the energy he lost.
It wasn't particularly hard to comprehend why he needed to eat so much; some weapons that others possessed could have even worse side effects than what Allen had to deal with. In the end, it was a sacrifice that Allen willingly made, all for the greater mission of the order. This was his contribution, and while it might seem puzzling on the surface, understanding the deeper implications made it all clearer.
As I finished my meal, the last bites of food still lingering on my palate, I was just about to inform Lavi that there were certain topics or comments that should really be avoided in the mess hall. It was important to maintain a comfortable atmosphere while we ate. Just then, one of the finders approached me. I recognized him from previous encounters, and he looked a bit nervous as he interrupted my lunch. "Sorry to disrupt your meal, Allen," he said, his voice a mix of urgency and respect. "I know you were probably looking forward to getting seconds or even thirds—who am I kidding, maybe even fourths—but the branch chief needs to see you. I believe this is about a mission he wants to assign to you and another exorcist."
I took a moment to process his words as I gathered my tray and headed back to the counter. As I looked at Jerry, the always-cheerful cafeteria worker who greeted everyone with a smile, I felt a mix of disappointment and curiosity wash over me. "Hey Jerry," I began, trying to mask my abrupt change of plans. "I'm afraid I have to cut my meal short today. If you could prepare about thirty or forty packed lunchboxes for me, that would be amazing."
Jerry's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Oh, I know, Allen. I heard what that finder said, so don't worry, I've got you covered." He began to gather the lunchboxes with the efficiency that made him a favorite among the staff. "Here you go, your packed lunchboxes. I truly hope you enjoy them. Please come back whenever you can; everyone in the kitchen would be ever so sad if something were to happen to you out there."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little at the thought. If Jerry were a woman, I could imagine how some of the people around would jokingly comment that he sounded like a worried housewife sending her husband off to a potentially dangerous job. Yet, seeing Jerry's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as he spoke added an unexpected twist to the situation, creating a blend of mixed signals that made the moment even more memorable. It was a strange but comforting farewell as I prepared to leave for the unknown mission ahead.
I made my way to the chaotic office of the branch leader of this particular division of the black order. The sight that greeted me as I opened the door was far from pleasant. It was an absolute mess, and I knew immediately that this mission was going to be a nightmare. The root of my dread lay in the fact that the person assigned to accompany me on this mission was none other than Yu Kanda. His reputation for being sociable and friendly is a complete joke, and my sarcasm could not exaggerate this enough. In reality, Yu Kanda was not just unfriendly; he was downright unpleasant, arguably even worse than Skinn, who is widely recognized as one of the most abrasive members of our family.
The twins, while certainly annoying, could not compare to the level of discomfort that came from dealing with Skinn. His complete lack of social grace made me question why nobody had ever told him to work on his people skills. Honestly, Tiki would likely handle that situation without breaking a sweat. To add to the absurdity, Road, who is known for her more sadistic tendencies, is still much nicer than Skinn. It makes me shake my head in disbelief. After Road's death, it was astonishing to see that she seemed to still remember our supposed arranged marriage. I always wondered why no one in my family took the initiative to correct her misconception. We were blood relatives, and in today's world, that is just plain wrong.
Yu Kanda is a person I find it hard to appreciate, and frankly, if I never had to see him again, I wouldn't miss him at all. Describing him as just abrasive is an understatement; it's more like calling strong acid a mild cleaner. Lenalee, with her kind and understanding nature, tried to help me make sense of Kanda's attitude. She shared her thoughts on why he behaves the way he does, but I never felt the need to agree with her. Deep down, I find his actions to be utterly inexcusable and shocking. It's hard not to wonder if Kanda was created in a lab rather than being born like normal people, like some kind of robot or android. In contrast, Komlin, who is also a part of our group, is filled with warmth and kindness, making Kanda's cold behavior even more striking. Some members of the Noah clan might say Kanda is a bit cold or even heartless, which is saying a lot coming from people like them.
I had just finished enjoying a delightful meal when I received the news that I would be sent on yet another mission with Kanda, my least favorite person. At first, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being punished for something I didn't even know I had done. What could I have possibly done to deserve two missions with someone who seems to think that finding Innocence is the only thing that matters? He bluntly stated that everything else, every person involved, could just go take a hike. His single-minded focus on the mission is a kind of mentality that seems designed to make the devil proud. It feels like he wouldn't care at all if he completed his goal while leaving a trail of destruction behind him, even if it meant he would be the only one left standing after everything was over.
Then came Komui, who greeted me with a smile, but I knew he was about to drop the details of the mission on me. He explained that there was a certain area where, due to some unknown factor, the weather could change dramatically. One moment, we might find ourselves caught in a terrible blizzard, and the next, we could be sweating under the scorching sun. This strange weather is believed to be caused by a piece of Innocence hidden deep within that forest. To assist us, Komui mentioned that two additional people would join the mission: Lavi, another exorcist, and Bookman, whose extensive knowledge would prove to be invaluable. Rumors have been circulating among those who have ventured into the area about a mythical item that locals say has the power to bring people back to life. If I had been aware of these tales earlier, I would have dismissed them as mere fantasies. The item is known as the "leaf of revival," and the rumors surrounding it sound like something out of a storybook rather than reality.
I felt it was essential to bring up the ongoing battle against the Earl and his wicked plans. In light of this conflict, it is understandable that there would be a significant number of human casualties. The Earl has a unique fascination with humans, which means that numerous deaths could arise from various causes such as illness, bad luck, natural disasters, or even assaults by Akuma. The Earl capitalizes on the grief of those left behind, viewing it as an excellent opportunity to create more of his deadly creations. The deeper the grief and the more sorrow a person feels, the more advantageous it is for the Earl. He knows that desperation and sadness can easily lead to manipulation, convincing a heartbroken individual to act as he wishes, often without realizing that their actions will ultimately lead to the enslavement of the very souls they long to recover, resulting in their own downfall as well.
Throughout various mythologies, there are countless tales and instances that express the hope of individuals or communities wishing for the return of loved ones who have passed away. This desire is present in numerous cultures and locations. However, when people find themselves yearning to bring back those lost to death, it often indicates a troubling and challenging situation. Moreover, if Innocence is involved, the Millennium Earl will go to great lengths to seize it, even deploying several of his most powerful Akuma to track it down. Komui was pleased to see that Allen grasped some of the challenges they would face in their upcoming mission. He quickly pointed out that the wish to reunite with deceased loved ones is indeed a common aspiration, which the Earl ruthlessly exploits without a hint of empathy or compassion for those vulnerable to such manipulation.
As we stood there, we were introduced to the finder who would be joining us on this mission. His name was simply Michael. The moment I heard his name, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. Even if they had sent an archangel to assist us, I knew Kanda would remain completely focused on one thing: retrieving the Innocence as quickly as possible. His single-minded determination often left little room for anything else. I realized that I would need to keep a close watch on this finder, Michael. If something happened to him and he were to die during our mission, Kanda would likely not express grief for the loss of a person. Instead, he would complain about how this made our task of finding the piece of Innocence much harder.
I decided to voice my concerns, which I suspected Komui already anticipated. I asked him why it was necessary for me to be paired with Kanda at all, considering our minds worked in completely opposite ways. He could scarcely have chosen a more incompatible partner for this mission. Komui simply laughed in response, a light-hearted sound that filled the air. He explained that having opposing opinions could actually lead to new ideas that neither of us might have considered on our own. In the end, he reminded me that we all shared the same ultimate goal: to protect the lives of innocent people who depended on us in our world. Though the thought of working with Kanda created a sense of anxiety within me, Komui assured me that this feeling was a small price to pay for such a noble aim.
Once again we had to take a boat to where we could find and take a train, the travel would be long, and Kanda was not exactly what I call pleasant in the least, I had experience on boats, ships, and all sorts of travel means, having Mariam Cross exposed me to that whether I wanted to learn it or not, Lavi quickly asked me if I knew anything about the supposed rumored leaf we were sent to look for, "A Norse myth, a leaf used by a hero to revive someone in Norse Mythology, several people in myths have used similar items in the telling of their stories, many theatrical plays and orchestras have been written about those tales, so naturally I am well familiar with them." I told Lavi catching Bookman by surprise asking me why would that be something I am familiar with, mostly only people of high society and nobles bother attending or buying a ticket to attend such lavished theatrical renditions, the only reply was that as a pianist I learned the music first, and as I played it I learned the stories by sometimes actually being back up musician in several theater companies.
I may appear youthful, but the weight of my past is always with me. No matter how many times I have faced what seemed like the end of my journey, I have always come back, carrying every memory with me—both the joyful moments and the painful ones. My family often thinks that the cruel things people say or do will eventually fade away over time like whispers in the wind. However, I can assure you that the members of the Noah clan never forget. Our memories cling to us, shaping who we are. To truly understand the Noah clan, consider this perspective: imagine feeling the sting of betrayal after once being seen as noble protectors of humanity. We were once celebrated as heroes who stood up for the innocent, yet over time, we have been treated like creatures even worse than the demons from the depths of despair.
Bookman looked at me, and it was clear that in his eyes, he recognized the resentment and hatred that such experiences could foster. If this feeling has lingered for many generations, it certainly explains the deep anger the Noah clan harbors toward humanity. Kanda, always the sensitive and kind-hearted one among us, stated matter-of-factly that it doesn't really matter. He believes that as long as we view certain beings as enemies to humanity, our duty as exorcists is to confront them without hesitation. For warriors, regardless of age, the objective remains the same: to eliminate those who threaten humanity.
As the train headed off, I found myself feeling incredibly bored, trapped in a monotonous stretch with nothing to keep my mind engaged. The thought crossed my mind to ask Bookman if he had brought any books along with him. I couldn't help but wonder about the contents of his bag. Lavi, sitting nearby, looked at me puzzled and asked why I would want something so dull. I explained that it was simply a habit of mine; whenever I felt boredom creeping in, I turned to reading. It had become one of my secret joys to learn new things and immerse myself in different stories or knowledge.
Bookman, while apologetic about not carrying any reading material, reminded us that they couldn't risk damaging their books. He spoke passionately about the value of the knowledge contained within those pages, describing how irreplaceable they were. He explained that the books he and the previous Bookman had were not just ordinary texts; each one was handcrafted, bound, and written with care. It struck me how difficult it would be to find a way to replace those texts if they were ever harmed or lost. Some of the information inside was precious and unique, existing only in the written form on those pages.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. There were indeed places where the profession of scribe existed, but my thoughts drifted to an innovation I had heard of. I began to describe a distant land, unlike anything familiar to us, where the people had created a substance from plants that they referred to as ink. They had found a way to advance further than simply writing the same pages repeatedly. Instead of laboriously copying texts by hand, they devised a method to create letter plates. These plates could be arranged on a tray, inked, and pressed against paper, allowing the ink to transfer and creating multiple pages at once.
Lavi interjected, reminding Allen that they were already aware of the printing press and its history. The real concern, as he pointed out, was not about the inability to produce books but rather the strict rules set by Bookman and his predecessors. They were not inclined to let anyone else read their valued texts. Those old-fashioned figures preferred to write everything by hand, which meant that the books I had read or had been required to read under Bookman's supervision contained information that was largely inaccessible to others. The question lingered: what was the point of printing books filled with knowledge that no one else would ever be allowed to access?
Bookman then turned to Allen with an almost mischievous smile. He assured Allen that, despite appearances, they were not as primitive as he might think. He urged us to give them some credit, mentioning that they indeed understood the concept of mass-producing books. He referenced the vast collection of knowledge housed in the Black Order library located in the European branch, which boasted a diverse array of subjects.
This conversation provided a welcome distraction during our journey, especially as the weather took a turn for the worse. Outside, heavy snow fell, creating a blizzard that transformed the landscape into a white blur where visibility was almost nonexistent. Lavi remarked that we needed to find shelter quickly, stating that we wouldn't make much progress in such harsh conditions. Thankfully, he had identified a cozy inn not far from the forest we planned to explore.
As we stepped into the inn, our gazes were drawn to two men whose presence took us by surprise. It was at that moment I sensed that something unusual was unfolding around us. These two individuals appeared to be identical copies of the originals, reminiscent of the time when Lenalee and I had gone to aid Miranda. It soon became clear that these two Nephilim had the remarkable ability to create duplicates of themselves, allowing them to send these copies out to assist members of the Order whenever they detected the need for help. This new understanding sparked my curiosity about the extent of their power; I found myself wondering how many copies they could produce and how many were currently aiding other teams scattered across different locations. I was also intrigued by the distances these duplicates could potentially travel away from one another.
The one I recognized as Hector began to explain the unusual circumstances that had brought them to this inn. He shared that they had heard tales of a so-called leaf of revival and, in light of this information, decided to dispatch copies or clones of themselves to investigate the matter further. Hector, it seemed, had a strong aversion to endangering the lives of finders unnecessarily. This careful approach ensured that everything the clones experienced or learned would be shared with the originals once the clones exhausted their energy. As they spoke, Hector and his counterpart revealed that at that very moment, they were enjoying a delightful skiing trip. They had brought along enough gear for me and the members of my team, showcasing their thoughtfulness and generosity.
While we conversed, I noticed a group of four people observing Hiro and Hector closely. Their expressions were not hostile; instead, they seemed to radiate a sense of gratitude coupled with a hint of apprehension. It was as if they were hesitant to approach the two men, worried about embarrassing themselves if they chose to speak up. My attention shifted back to Hiro and Hector when I witnessed them perform what I could only describe as miraculous feats. In front of my eyes, they revived a person and purified an Akuma, acts that I had previously considered impossible. It became increasingly evident that these two men were capable of extraordinary things. I speculated that the four individuals watching them were likely people Hiro and Hector had aided in the past: a family unit consisting of a father, a mother, a son, and a daughter, judging by their appearances. This connection added another layer to the unfolding story in the inn, further piquing my interest in their capabilities and past interactions.
It was essential for me to clarify the situation. I have serious doubts about whether this specific Innocence possesses the ability to bring people back to life. In fact, I have a solid theory on what the true nature of this ability might be. If there truly existed an Innocence capable of reviving the dead, without any limitations or consequences, the Millennium Earl would surely have moved mountains to locate it and eliminate it. This is a straightforward reality. If he were aware of a force that could restore life to anyone, regardless of the circumstances, it would pose an immense threat to his grand designs.
The Millennium Earl's entire strategy revolves around exploiting the grief of those who long to see their loved ones again. He aims to harvest their souls, using that pain to create new Akuma. If a method to resurrect people freely came to light, it would completely dismantle his plans. Such a discovery would cause his carefully laid plans to collapse, and I can only imagine that even my brother, who usually shuns danger, would recognize the severity of this threat and would take action in an effort to neutralize it.
I understand all too well that my twin brother has a tendency to avoid confrontation; he has always been more comfortable staying in the shadows. He is not one to take risks with his life unless there's absolutely no other option available. He prefers to keep his hands clean and would choose to let someone else face danger rather than risk his own safety.
Despite this, there is no denying the truth of the situation. We cannot afford to leave the Innocence unmonitored. Even if there were a chance that the Earl might overlook it, the current erratic and chaotic activation of this Innocence creates its own set of dangers. It is clear that we must retrieve it—not just because of its potential power, but because I sincerely doubt that the Millennium Earl would ignore any pieces of Innocence that come to his attention.
Bookman has pointed out another critical aspect; my brother Adam might actually want to seize that piece of Innocence to twist it for his own purposes. He might aim to corrupt it, transforming it into weapons to ensnare the souls of those who feel lost and desperate. This particular forest attracts people for one major reason: the hope of finding the legendary leaf of revival. I can't shake the feeling that the actions of the family I've encountered are somehow tied to this goal. However, the underlying motives behind their search for this piece of Innocence, or the fabled leaf of revival, are still a mystery to me.