Here's the next chapter. Enjoy~

I'm sorry it took so long to update, I keep on getting distracted. Whether it's my narcissistic friend, stress/frustration, or just out of inspiration.

Since I am writing this chapter, I want to ask if you guys are still interested in the story. If you are, I'll keep writing. If you're not, I'll either start a new fanfiction or just stop for a while.

Also, there's an extra near the bottom, if you're interested. Though it's a lame attempt for humor.

On with the story.

Note: This is going to take place a few months after the last chapter.

Lenalee walked out of Komui's office, having just been assigned a mission. She sighed in exhaustion and walked down the hall, to her own room.

Beside her, Lavi was droning on about another girl he met, though it didn't have as much spirit as it had before. The reason as to why was obvious, and for that he had gotten numerous lectures from Bookman.

It was hard to do, not staying involved. Especially when your friend, no, scratch that, when your younger brother, was lost to war. They never even found the body, they couldn't have a proper funeral because of said problem. That had frustrated him to no end, but nothing could be done about it.

Lavi paused to catch a breath and glanced over to Lenalee to see if she was still listening. She was looking to the side, at the door leading to Allen's room. She bit her lip and forced herself to look away. Lavi frowned and made a mental note to try to talk to her about it later.

The two parted a few minutes later to get ready for their mission.

A pair of silver eyes darted, slowly, mind you, around the room. The only thing said person saw was white. White, on the walls, the bed sheets, ceiling, you name it. The person frowned and stood up, paying little heed to the way that his body swayed slightly.

He staggered over to the door, and made his way out. He silently thanked God that he was not in a hospital gown, or whatever somebody would wear in his situation. He walked down the hall, gaining his balance as he worked out his muscles.

He was obviously out of shape, if the noodle-like feeling he was getting from his legs was any worth, and the fact that his mind was a jumbled mess.

He looked around his surroundings, and noticed that this was definitely not a hospital. Ornament objects hung from the wall, every here and there, as well as there being a rug beneath his feet.

Just as he was beginning to think of himself as lost, he heard quiet footsteps behind him. But before he could turn around and see who it was, there were already arms draping over him. He startled slightly, and looked to one side.

On his right was a surprisingly dark-skinned teenager. Obviously rebellious, black hair going down to touch his back just below his shoulders. He also had makeup surrounding one eye. He was dressed in a white attire, the white shirt unbuttoned to leave his chest exposed.

To his left, was an also dark-skinned teen. Black makeup around his eyes, vaguely reminding him of a clown. Wavy, blond hair cascaded down his back, landing around midway. He, too, was dressed in a white attire.

"You know you're going the wrong way, right?" The black haired one smirked. "We'll lead you, since we can't exactly do much else."

The whitenette nodded, a light blush on face. He had the feeling that he shouldn't completely trust the two, but he had no other choice but to follow them.

It then clicked in his mind that he never told them where he was going, but even he didn't know. He frowned and glanced over to the two, who was swinging guns around as if they were toys.

Yeah… he definitely didn't want to get on their bad side.

After a minute or two of walking they finally reached a large room, with a long, rectangular, table in the middle. It had a dark aura about the room, and he involuntarily shivered.

Gathered around said table were a certainly large amount of people, all whom contained the strange dark skin. The strangest one, though, had to be the one at the end of the table. For basic descriptions, a fat, purple man with a top hat.

Said people looked up at his entrance and various emotions became expressed on their faces. Interest, wariness, glares, worry, you name it. Some just had a look of indifference.

"Allen-kun~!" A girl called out and ran up to him. She had no hesitation in glomping said person and tackling him to the ground with a loud Thump.

The twins fortunately had just barely enough sense to move out of the way. They snickered down to the two 'lovebirds', as they would call it, and walked over to their seats, dropping unceremoniously into said chairs.

Allen (Apparently that was his name) had to go cross-eyed so he could look into both of the girl's eyes, who was so close that their noses were touching. "…And you are?" He questioned.

The girl frowned and turned to the Millennium Earl. "I thought you said that he wouldn't get amnesia!" She pouted.

"I said there was a chance he might now, not that it wasn't guaranteed." The Earl chuckled at her antics. "Come, let's skip to the introductions." Road dragged Allen over to a seat, who willingly sat down. Getting up so suddenly had made him a little dizzy. "I'm Road Camelot~" She chirped and sat down beside him."

One by one the others were introduced.

The Earl, Toraido, Tyki, Wisely, Shyril, Maashiima, Lulubell, and Maitora.

Allen hadn't noticed the twins leave their spots and creep behind him. Without any warning, they both wrapped an arm around the poor whitenette's (A/N:..I didn't spell that wrong, did I?) shoulders. He startled as they introduced themselves.

"I'm Debbit," Claimed the black-haired one.

"And I'm Jasdero~!" The blonde one seemed to copy, or go along with, at least, everything that… Debbit… said or did.

"And together we are Jasdevi!~"

Allen warily looked between the two. It wasn't that he disliked them, they just had a… air… about them that he didn't like. One would call it mischief. He felt a faint tug on the back of his mind, obviously said mind was being reminded of somebody, but before he could come up with an image of who the person was, it was gone. He sighed mentally and focused his attention back to the Earl.

He slowly processed their names and faces before asking a question. "…Why do you all have such dark skin?" This got several incredulous stares while the Earl chuckled again and began to explain exactly who they were.

By the time Earl was done explaining, Allen was certain that by now he'd be dizzy. Tyki saw his confused face and smirked. "Perhaps we should give Shounen here a break and eat dinner, Earl." With a nod of approval from him, the Akuma came in and served everybody food as usual.

Allen startled when he was an Akuma, a Level Two, and inched away. "Th-that's what an Akuma looks like?" He squeaked. His surprise, and maybe even fear, should one look closely enough, was obvious.

"Indeed, though their appearances and powers differ on the level." Millennium Earl saw his discomfort and ordered the Akuma away. When the last Akuma was gone Allen visibly relaxed.

"Now…. Onto other matters, such as the Dark Order. They haven't made much progress lately, so we should make plans now while they're as inactive as they are. They may be up to something, or perhaps.. mourning somebody's death. Should it be the former, we must stop them before they go through with the plans." Allen heard the slight pause before the mentioning of a person's death, and he couldn't help but wonder why that was mentioned.

Sure, people die in war, but why would a single person's death hold them back? …The Millennium Earl had spoken as if he knew exactly who had died, and why. Allen made a mental note to ask him about it later, once he had mustered up the strength(courage).

The Noahs leaned in, including Allen, and curiously listened.

Lavi sighed and leaned on his Innocence hammer tiredly. "That's the last of them, Lenalee. We should head back." They'd already recovered the Innocence and had been planning on making their way back, but a few Akuma just so happened to catch sight of them.

Lenalee nodded and deactivated her Innocence. Halfway through the battle, it had started raining. As if to alert the Exorcists of something, or mourn the loss of a person. 'Maybe the angels were still mourning over-'

She quickly cut off that train of thought. Despite the fact that it was a few months ago, she still felt like a hole had been torn in her heart. Well, wouldn't most people feel the same?

Even Kanda, who regularly had rants and fights against Allen, seemed more withdrawn and quiet than usual. Lavi didn't dare to mess with the Samurai much anymore, for fear that he would truly lose a limb or his other eye.

Lenalee and Lavi made their way back to HQ, fortunate enough to not come upon any more Akuma.

Alright, finished. To make up for it(Hopefully), I'll add in a random extra.

With the Noah:

Currently, most of the male Noah were gathered around a table, courtesy of Allen. Said Noah consisted of the ever stubborn Tyki, Maitora, Jasdero and Debbit, Maashiima, Toraido, Shyril, and even the Earl himself(He had to play in his human form, because none of the aforementioned Noah wanted to see a chubby man strip).

Wisely had refused to join. He could have won, but it would obviously be through cheating(As though Allen wasn't doing it).

Road had attempted to join, but was locked out of the room immediately.

The only ones who hadn't lost their senses by now were Allen, of course, and Maitora. The others were pouting, in some form of another.

The Earl was sitting in a corner, muttering to himself about how he regretted being here. Jasdevi were waving their guns around and throwing anybody who dared interfere death threats. Maashiima just sat there, glaring at the world(He would be roaring with laughter at the others' reactions if not for the fact that he was semi-naked). Tyki insisted he try again, and was mentally throwing curses to the 'innocent' white haired boy.

Maitora was one of the lucky few that still had clothing other than underwear on. Allen was watching them all with an amused grin on his face. Shyril was a few feet away from the Earl.

Tyki finally gave up and sighed. "Allen can still kick our asses, even with amnesia!" That earned muttered complaints from the group.

"Allen… why did it have to be strip poker?" Shyril also sighed. He was just glad Road was not in here to see this.

"Wouldn't normal poker be boring, though?" The kid in question replied, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Never play poker with Allen Walker…" Earl shook his head slowly. "Allen-pon.. couldn't you have gone easy on us?"

"…No?"

More moans from the Noah. They then agreed to never play poker with Allen again, much to his disappointment.(Oh well, it wasn't like he couldn't slip away to a bar or something.)

But all hell broke loose when Road formed a door and entered into the room.

She had one foot stuck out, frozen in spot. "…."

"….." the Noah also froze.

"MY PRECIOIUS ROAD! I'M SO SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE US LIKE THIS!" Shyril wailed.

Road turned on her heel and walked out, her face frozen in shock. Timcanpy had secretly recorded the whole thing, and escaped out of Road's door just before it closed.

~End!~

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