Me: Yeahey! At last it's finished! I finished a sto~ry! I finished a sto~ry! I finished a sto~ry!

Ravens: Thank you all for the support you've given for this story.

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Me: Special thanks to: Maria 'cutetoboewolf' cleary, sam, Erzatscarlett,13runo, max, David, and lucy. You were the ones that helped me push through and made me continue this supposedly one-shot.

Me, Ravens & Rose: BYE BYE MINAAAAA!

Me: Oh, just a note for you who went curious about what happened between Komui and Brigitte at chapter 3 Act 1, there's goind to be a one-shot of that.

Many have died, lost countless things and changed who they are in order for the war between the Black Order and the Millennium Earl to finally come to a conclusion. With the defeat of the Earl and the noahs, all innocence had vanished without a trace. They became only parts of the myths, legends and bedtime stories. But the Black order never disbanded, instead they were retained and given more freedom. The members were given the freedom to choose whether to stay or leave. The exorcists became elite agents that would help the common people against tyranny, while finders became secret informants in case of any unjust rebellion. It is now lead by an officially appointed Division Head by vote of the remaining Division chiefs. One of the freedom given to all the members of the New Black Order was the freedom to marry anyone they choose. Some ex-exorcists remained to be agents, some finders remained as informants while some chose to live a life of a traveler and become what they dreamed of, whether it be sailors, inventors, singers and etc.

On a large mansion on a city of England that used to belong to a certain rebel noah lived a couple who have witnessed tragic and horrifying things first hand. Both of them knew more than they would tell…

By the garden, a woman with long dark-green hair in pigtails was watering the plants one quiet afternoon. A smile of content was on her lips as she hummed a familiar lullaby. People who could recognize the tune would turn and exchange a knowing nod at each other. After doing her chore, she stood to look at the flowering garden and placing the watering can on the nearby table, amazed that many things have passed by.

"Good afternoon, love." someone whispered behind her as hands found their way on her waist. She sighed, the sound of his voice never fail to brighten her day.

"Afternoon to you too, dear." She giggled as kisses were planted on the back of her ear to the crook of her neck.

"How you always manage to light up my world is a mystery to me." He placed his chin on her neck while he hugged her tighter. ""Lenalee, my dear , loving, beautiful wife."

"*chuckle* Do you really have to elaborate what kind of wife I am to you Allen?"

The man just laughed lazily and turned the woman on his arms to face him. "I just can't help myself." His now normal left arm snaked its way to her waist pulling her closer, his other hand on the back of her head. He was wearing his favorite clothes that made him looked like a butler. The amethyst eyed wife rested her hands and her forehead on his chest. So many scars have been added to it, to his body and to hers but it never disgusted any of them. Instead it reminded them of what they went through just to get where they were and get what they have. "I'm hungry.'

"Well, I'm gonna make something up in the kitchen…." Lenalee smiled and tried to push her husband away but he just tightened his hold on her. Bewildered, she looked up only to gasp when his eyes captured hers.

"I'm starving," he said in a husky tone as he leaned closer to his wife. "And you taste too delicious to just pass up, so I'm going to eat you up real good." The Chinese ex-exorcist shivered as every word slither down her ears to her spine. "Thanks for the meal." He whispered teasingly as he was mere inches apart her cherry red lips. She closed her eyes as she waited for his lips to meet hers. They were a thread away when something splashed on her face that made her quickly open her eyes.

"Get away from her you perverted octopi!" A tiny voice yelled behind the silver-haired husband.

"Neeaahhh!" The boy's father screamed as he tried to chase the boy around.

Lenalee giggled at the scene before her. Allen and her were parents now, two boys actually. Neah was the second child and somehow her brother managed to rub off of him. He loved pranking his father, but he was a good boy, a genius in music like his father and, much to Allen's surprise, he looked exactly like the one they named him after.

"Bombs away!" Neah shouted

"Huh?" Water balloons appeared from the sky and splashed the already soaking wet gray-eyed father.

"Tim?! You're on his side?"

"Hah! That's the power of bribing! Fire away." The prank-loving kid called out and threw another water balloon in his father's face.

That reminded her, where was her big boy? She glanced around for him, for where Neah was, surely he was… Someone was tugging at her dress, she looked down and smiled. "Is that for me?" The quiet boy nodded and lifted a yellow tulip to her face. She took it and caressed his cheeks. "Thank you, Mana. It's very lovely." Then, she kissed him on the cheek, earning a blush from the boy and whine from the two other men in her life.

"Why did he get a kiss but I didn't?!" the grey-eyed little boy huffed while he stomped his way to his mother and pouted.

"And for my little brave boy who fend off the perverted octopus." She gave him a kiss on the cheeks which her husband gawked at her. The little boy turned and smirked to his father. "Bleh!" the sly boy stuck out his tongue and the eldest male Walker grumbled behind his wife as the three started walking to the kitchen for some cookies.

He leaned at the kitchen door pouting, refusing to eat his dinner, mumbling to himself with his arms crossed on his chest. After the boys ate, they went to their rooms to finish their homework. Lenalee brushed past him and dropped a yellow note in front of him. Curious, he picked it up and grinned mischievously at the message. His little soldier rose at what was written in the note. He dashed into the kitchen, ate all his food and washed the dishes left, remembering her words written on the note.

Eat something 'coz I'll drain you 'till you can't get up tomorrow. ~.^

~~Several years have passed at a train station on England~~

28 year old Neah leaned on the iron fence leisurely, a stick of cigarette between his lips. Taking a long drag of smoke, he sighed. Where the hell did Mana ran off this time? His big brother always made the arrangement and meeting time but he was always the who was taking his fucking time and making him wait in the fucking cold like a beggar. Jesus, his ass was practically freezing. If that Mana show up his face with that same lame excuse, I'm going to make him look like a damn panda! He shouted in his mind. Bored with nothing to do, he reminisced of back when they were still complete.

His mother died of child birth when he was eight, his little sister lived but their father was devastated the most. He worked non-stop to raise them on his own. He never remarried even though they all gave their consent if he ever wanted to. They all learned to cope and loved each other. His father died not long ago but was so sudden, they all couldn't believe it. One night, he was his usual himself, loving, caring and joking all night. Then he slept and never woke up. He just laid there on the bed with a smile on his face but wasn't breathing.

A tear slipped from his eyes, feeling it crawl down his cheek, he furiously wiped it off of his face. Pathetic. I'm crying again even after 4 years, it still hurts to remember. If Mana sees me like this, he's going to tease me and I will never hear the end of it. The sound of pitter patter of feet managed to pull him to back to reality. He looked to his side and saw a woman had stopped beside him. She wore a teal colored dress and apparently she was lost. How did he know? It was obvious because she had her head buried on a map. She was reading places out loud, places he didn't know was in that city until he heard the word Hilton Boulevard. He sweat dropped. That's in America, right? Sighing, he pushed himself to stand straight, dropped his cigarette, crushing it with his foot and went closer to her. "Excuse me miss, but there's no Hilton Boulevard here. But if I recall, there's one in America." Instantly, the woman clutched the map harder that it creased the paper she was holding. Her fist had started to tremble so hard he thought she was going to cry out loud.

"God dammit, onee-san!" she screamed so loud that he had to clamp his hands on his ears and shut his eyes in case she was going to throw the something at his face. "A-ah… Eh… I'm sorry!" he heard her squeak then rumbling with different apologies, some were language he didn't even know. Cautiously, he lifted he opened his eyes only for them to widen in surprise. She… She…. She…. She…. "Is everything all right?" She looked like his mother, Lenaleebut younger. If he should guess, she was about 20-21 years old. He just stared at her with wide eyes and mouth open and closing like a fish out of water. He was speechless, she looked just like her. Her eyes, her hair color and even the way she had done her hair in pigtails were the same. He managed to break out of his trance when she started to wave her hands on his face. "Sir, are you okay? Hey mister!"

"Y-yeah. S-sorry, you just….look like someone I knew." He rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

"Hmm…. You're the second one to say that to me." Her left hand held the map she was looking at while the other held her chin in a thinking pose. "First one was the man with long blue hair. Honestly at first I thought she was a woman when she had her back turned to me. Ah! I forgot. Where's my manners? My name's Rinali, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Neah, Neah Walker." He eyed her suspiciously. What kind of weird coincidence is this, even her name is almost the same as mom. "Where're you going?"

"Oh, I'm trying to find the Institute of Law and Science. I'm a transferee from Japan and I received a scholarship here. *sigh* Unfortunately, onee-san gave me the wrong map and I've been wandering here for 4 hours." Her face brightened up like she just realized something. "Do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, so…."

Bowing her head and her hands folded complete with puppy dog eyes she looked at him and pleaded. "Can you take me there? Pwease, I promise lunch and traveling fee are on me."

What the hell is wrong with this woman? She just met him and she was trusting him already, talk about naivety. But he had to admit, she looked kinda cute with the puppy-eyes and-Wait! What the heck is wrong with me! She might be a con artist or something. But deep inside, he refused to believe it and told him to trust her. Maybe it was because she looked like his mother, or maybe it was because he was a sucker for damsels in distress, no matter the reason he agreed and started walking on the direction of the school. "You just met me and god-knows you know nothing about me. How can you trust me so easily?" He asked as minutes of silence passed between them.

"That's not true."

"Huh?"

She held up three fingers at him as she beamed a radiant smile at him. "I know you're a man. You're name is Neah Walker and based on what I can smell, you're a smoker."

"Ugh…huh…" He sweat dropped "Has anyone said how weird you are?"

"*Giggle* Well if you must know. Don't laugh. But somehow, it feels like I've known you before and I can trust you, even with my life. Weird isn't it."

"Of course." He turned his head to her. "It's because you're really a weirdo."

"No I'm not!" She huffed and pouted at him, arms crossed on her chest. He just laughed at her, making her shoot a glare at him. Yep, she's a weirdo.

Back at the station, Mana looked left and right. Timcanpy was biting his head in hunger. His chaperon was missing and he had no money to buy any food. He sighed with and angry nerve throbbing on his head. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU NEAH!"