Chapter 1

Painted shadows danced across the room as the soft glow from the fire place flickered steadily. The creaking of old floorboards could barely be heard as it was accompanied by slow, lazy footsteps. Leather boots lazily traveled across the floor to the single arm chair positioned a few feet from the hearth. A weary body eased itself into the comfy chair and sagged back into its cushions. The man sat there for a moment, his old eyes locked on the flames in front of him as if reliving his past. It was only when the clock struck twelve and its heavy tolls sounded did the man stir. Slowly reaching towards the wooden side table, aged hands clasped the leather bound book. Calloused fingers separated the pages from the cover in order to reach the first chapter. It was a tale of a young boy whose journey was the most important one of all…

xXx

Rain poured down on the world in sheets, almost as if God was trying to display his displeasure. A mop of platinum hair bobbed and weaved through the streets of , skillfully sticking to the shadows of England to avoid the judgmental eyes of mankind. The teen wasn't considered to be acceptable by this era's social norm. He was constantly ridiculed and beaten up just because of his looks. Devil child, street rat, even killer were all the sorts of names he grew up to. The acidic words lashed at him as if they themselves were whips made with thorns. Of course, like they say, time heals all wounds and so the teen learned how to avoid the humans, how to block out their words of hurt. And soon, he met someone who didn't judge him. Someone who didn't flinch away from his appearance, who didn't shout hurtful words at him. Someone who loved him unconditionally, even though he wasn't blood.

A slight smile touched red lips at the memory, one of the few ones he had that was actually made up of pure happiness. The smile was gone the next instant as the cliff came into view. He finally made it. The black order.

xXx

Gloved fingers dug into the cliff's wall repeatedly. The teen had been climbing for an hour already, yet it seemed as though he was still a ways away from the top.

A golden ball floated back and forth in front of his field of vision, "Cut it out Tim, I'm trying to climb here. Don't make me fall." The golem merely revealed dual rows of sharp razor fine teeth before floating back to a safe distance.

It was only when the sun started setting towards the opposite side of the cliff did he finally make it to the top. With the last of his energy he hefted himself over the edge and rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. That was almost not worth the trouble of coming to the Black Order in the first place.

After he regained his breath the teen hoisted himself off the ground and walked the few steps to the Head Quarters front doors.

"Hello? My name is Allen Walker, I was sent here by General Cross. Is anyone there?" He slowly walked closer to the door, or closer to the giant face carving that took up the small section of wall.

"please stand still for the examination" a disembodied voice sounded and not a moment later the stone gatekeeper sent a ray of pale yellow light down on the teen that stood out amongst the stormy blackness of the night, silently scanning him for any potential threats. Aside from the strange red tattoo running across the left side of his face, everything seemed to be in check. "Pass." He bellowed out.

Dual doors creaked open ominously as a girl in a short skirt holding a clip board walked out.

"I'm Lenalee Lee. Follow me please." She said politely, though her tone of voice left no room for arguments. Allen knew she was discreetly keeping a guarded eye on him; no one would be able to just walk into the Black Order like he just did.

xXx

"So, you're General Cross' kid? Tell me, where is that man?" a new man asked, he wore a barrette and glasses.

"I'm sorry, sir. Master Cross just told me to head to the Order after we were attacked by some…Noah's, I believe he called them. He did send Tim with me though, something about verification." A golden golem with a cross on its face flew out of the teenager's jacket and landed on his soaked silver hair.

"The Noahs. This is bad." The man murmured before speaking up. "Well, I'm Komui, the head officer of this fine establishment and from this moment on, your new boss! Welcome to the Black Order."

Allen shook the offered hand while hiding his malicious grin behind one of pleasantry.

The gears have finally begun to turn.

xXx

A small girl, no older than twelve, skipped joyfully up to a rather pudgy man in a rocking chair. The room was filled with floating pumpkin lights and candles.

"Millennie~!" The childish voice sung out as the girl jumped onto the mans lap.

"Why hello there, Road. What's got you so worked up this morning?" the man chuckled good naturedly.

"There's a new Noah. A new Noah's awakening. It's a new brother."

"We'll I suppose its time to pay him a little visit."

xXx

A small red head laid in a dingy ally-way, his tiny hands gripped at his forehead in agony. A pulsing pain pumped through his head and crimson liquid flowed over his fingers, why was this happening to him?

He faintly heard dual sets of footsteps approach him, but paid it no mind. He was otherwise preoccupied keeping his pain at a barely tolerable level. A piece of colorful foil wrapped candy appeared in his vision.

"Here have one. It's delicious." A girl said. The re head slowly looked up, not yet releasing his pulsing head. A girl with purple hair and a man with a top hat stood in front of him, both smiling welcomely.

Slowly he reached out with one hand and took the candy. Removing the wrapper and popping it into his mouth the red head couldn't stop the smile that over took his face. The pain was gone.

"See I told you it tasted good!" The girl smiled at him and offered him a helping hand which he hesitantly accepted.

"Thank you" he whispered out, head ducked.

"You're welcome! My name is Road, his name is Millennie. We'll be your new family as of today!"

"Don't worry; we'll take good care of you from now on." The man said, ruffling the young boy's locks.

"Welcome home, fourteenth."

xXx

Eleven people sat around the ridiculously long table that was covered with more than enough food, there was a loud commotion riling the occupants up, but it all died down once the main doors opened.

The Millennium Earl walked in with Road at his heels, though this isn't what caught their attention. It was the red headed child on the Earl's back. The kid was fine now, having gotten over his transformation, and was taking to his new life like a fish to water.

The Earl set the child down on the chair closest to him, ignoring his family's questioning looks.

"Aww, look at the kid Tyki! He's so adorable. Earl can I adopt him? Pretty please?" a man with a monocle asked, practically leaning over the table in order to smoosh himself with the child.

"How old are you anyways, Shounen?" the man next to him asked, he was shuffling a deck of black and white diamond cards.

"I-I'm eight…and a half." He whispered, head ducked with a blush on his face as red as his hair.

"Aww! Earl, you have to let me adopt him! He's so cute! Isn't he cute Tyki?" the man asked the other.

"Now, now Sheryl, don't traumatize the kid on the first day." Tyki chided his brother gently, but it seemed the man wouldn't give up his goal. It was only after a promise to talk about it to much greater lengths later did the man relinquish his hold and return to his seat.

"Family, this is Red. The new fourteenth Noah. I expect you to treat him well. He was an Orphan and living on the streets before being reborn so play nice." The Earl said. With that the dinner was started. With their attention now on the food, no one noticed little Red slip away.

xXx

The small pitter patter of footsteps echoed through the abandoned streets as Red ran through them. The white world seemed to go on forever and the boy almost gave up until the familiar door came into view. With a grin Red ripped open the door and bounced in.

"Did you see me, did you see me?!" he shouted with joy. The room's occupant sat up from his laying position on the couch with a smile.

"Every minute. I must say, you did a very good job! I'm so proud of you kiddo!" he cheered. Red pouted and his shadow grew.

"I'm not a kid Neah." Allen said, now standing there as a fifteen year old.

"Well you could be if you wanted to." He replied easily.

"Anyways, our plan is now in action. Step one was executed successfully."

"Now onto Step two." Neah pressed a single key on the reversed piano and many screens popped up, each displaying different views of both the Black Order and the Noah family.

"Soon, this war will be in our hands."

A/N: So…I'm back to the D. Gray-Man fandom. Yay~! Right? No? Eh, whatever. So I'm trying out this new fic, and yes it'll get confusing. Hopefully I'll be able to explain it properly and cut down on your confusion, but no promises. Anyways, again, I'm just testing the waters with this. If not many people like it, I'll trash it and go back to the Batman fandom (where I've been for a long time now 'cause you can do so much fluff there). This fic has been thought of in the last three hours so please tell me if you don't like it. I dedicate this fic to Indigo-Jay and others, but mostly her because she reviewed, favorited, and followed like a crazy person. Anywho, I missed you guys (people who have followed me from my other fics) tell me how I did yea? I do not own D. Gray-Man, review please~!?