Full Summary:

Being a Temple heir, the only thing Allen, Lenalee, Lavi and Kanda had to take care of was the responsibilities of each Temple they were assigned to and their future participation in the Grand Council but everything changes when sweeps of demons appear, endangering the lives of the 4 Temple heirs. Now, the current members of the Grand Council, Marian Cross and his other colleagues have resorted to gathering and raising the 4 kids together in the Central Temple themselves to assess the situation. But what do a bunch of spell casting and battle frenzy people know about child care? Parental!Generals Children!Exorcists. AU OOC

Yo, Ezrudine here to spam you guys with another story of mine. I actually wrote this since summer vacation but didn't have the time to edit and publish it till now. In this AU story, our four main heroes are little kids with the Generals going into action to become their parental figures. Cause, come on, who doesn't love a good Parental!Generals and Kids!Exorcists story?

Here are some notes to take note of:

Allen Walker: 3 years old

Lenalee Lee: 4 years old

Lavi Bookman: 6 years old

Kanda Yuu: 7 years old

These are their actual age gaps in the manga.

Well, enough with my spamming, let's get on with the story!

Their Departure

North Temple's side

A flying golden object zoomed through the white halls of the temple, chased by a small boy, aged around 6 or so, wearing silk robes of black and silver that gleamed in the light. "Tim'ampy! 'et back 'ere!" the boy said with a childish voice. As the boy ran after the golden speck, he bumped into numerous people, in some occasions he was able to dodge them, and other times he just wasn't that lucky.

He turned a corner and this time bumped into a middle aged man who was off to worship in the prayer room, he continued running though, he really needed to get a hold of that thing, even if it meant his life.

"Hey kid, watch where you're going!" A burly voice called out to him.

The boy, who had white hair and a red daunting scar run down his left grey eye, glanced back and gave the man an apologetic look before he turned back to resume his chasing, " Sowy!"

He heard the man gave off a low grumble as he got up, "Kids these days. . ." Oh man, he hoped he wasn't in too much trouble, he was neck deep in the stuff as it is. He continued running and running, till he was almost out of breath. His little legs gave away and his body slumped on the floor out of fatigue. He looked around and found himself in the garden of the Temple. The Bermuda grass was littered with colorful flowers as tall trees of shade were grown all over the place. He was resting underneath one unknowingly. Multiple white marble statues were littered around the place, depicting images of Saints and Angels.

The little boy heaved a tired sigh, the temple was humongous. How was he going to find that little rascal in this place? He scratched his head in frustration; Reever was probably steaming with anger right now. He couldn't count the countless times he had made the Temple head furious, in most cases it wasn't even his fault! He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The boy leaned against the tree and pulled out a red apple from the pockets of his robes with his chubby little hands, might as well take a snack while waiting for your end at the hands of his angry Temple head. Speak of the Devil, just as he was about to take his first bite, Reever Wenham appeared in front of him, not as mad as he thought he would be though, probably around the word 'frustrated.' Yeah, let's go with that.

"Allen, this is no time to be taking a snack, you know we have a train to catch." Reever scolded the boy, his hands on his sides as he looked down at the child.

"But me can't find Tim anywhewe!" Allen retorted as he felt a tug in his hand, only to look to his side to find his apple was gone and was currently being devoured upon the thing that he was looking for the past few hours. "Tim!" He reached out and grabbed the flying golden orb in his hands.

Timcampy was a small flying golden ball. Saying that would be really general though. Timcampy had four stubby feet and two horns, each at the side of his head. A cross was present on where Timcampy's face would be. Though, a mouth was still there, chewing greedily on Allen's apple. It also had a tail, where a swirl was present on the end of it. Allen had the habit of playing with Timcampy's tail when he was bored and Timcampy found this annoying all the time.

Timcampy belonged to a man named Marian Cross, who was a member of the Grand Council. It had been left here from his last visit in the previous month since Allen took a strong liking to it. Cross reluctantly lent it to him in the end with a little 'convincing', courtesy of Reever, who knew that Allen would start crying his eyes out if the red haired man left with it. But luckily for the golem, it would be meeting its old master soon.

"There you have it. Now, come on, we'll be late." Reever said to the boy. The boy raised his hands to the man and looked at him with big adorable expectant eyes. Reever didn't understand the old gesture for awhile before it came to hit him. "Now, Allen, you're a big boy already-"

Allen cut him off, "Up up!~" He chirped happily.

Reever rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he crouched down and lifted the white haired boy into the air and placed him in his arms to carry him. Timcampy was in Allen's hands when Reever started to walk back into the Temple. He passed through numerous halls, all of which were bathed in white decorum and was well furnished with paintings of Saints and Angels. Allen was pretty afraid of those paintings, even up till now. It was scary walking around the place with the feeling you're being followed around with their beady little eyes. Allen dug his face into Reever's chest and tightened his hold on Timcampy, he really didn't like them.

Reever noticed the distress of the boy as he bounced him a bit in his arms, "Hey buddy, you okay?"

"Awen is okay." He said, his words muffled by the cloth of Reever's white robe.

Reever heaved a sigh and patted the boy's back, walking a little bit faster till he reached the end of the Hallways and to the entranceway of the Temple. Rays of sunlight bathed the area as a horse carriage was parked up front. Reever gave his apprentice a little nudge, "Come on Allen, we're out of the hallways already." Reever signaled a few men on his right to place their baggage on the carriage. As they did so, Allen opened one of his gray eyes to look around and chirped up in the moment he saw no paintings in view. Reever ruffled the kid's snow white hair before he climbed onto the carriage. He gave a small signal to the driver and their ride started to move to their destination.

Allen was sitting in front of Reever, peering out of the window as he watched his surroundings zoomed past by him. It was first time going out of the Temple area and he was sure not to miss anything. Wonder and curiosity filled the kid's mind as he looked bounced excitedly in his seat. Despite the happiness of the child, a sorrowful look was present on Reever's face, a look that said that something dear to him was going to be taken away. He clenched his fists, looking at the small child in front of him.

'Do they really have to bring him there? I can take care of him myself. He doesn't need to go away. But it's the higher ups command, I can't disobey them. The others are probably feeling the same way I'm feeling right now.' A plague of thoughts invaded Reever's mind, he was playing with the cuff of his sleeve to calm down, though it didn't really help. As if sensing his distress, Allen turned to the blonde man.

" Weever?" Allen held out his hands to the older man again with big doe eyes; Reever stared at him confused before understanding what the child meant. He reached out to the boy and placed him at his side as he draped a protective arm around him. The boy closed his eyes till he blinked his consciousness away and he fell asleep in Reever's arms, breathing softly as his chest rose and fell. Reever looked at the boy with affectionate eyes that only belonged to a father figure such as him.

"I'm gonna miss you, buddy." He muttered to himself as he let a smile grace his face, moving away the small strands of white hair from the boy's chubby face.

The ride continued in peace, only the sound of the horses' shoes trampling the ground could be heard. Reever felt himself doze off a bit when the Carriage came to a halt with a jolt a few minutes later. Reever raised his hand and pulled the curtains up a bit to see that they were already at the Train station. He glanced at his side to see the sleeping boy, reluctant in waking such a cute child up; he shook Allen's shoulder gently to wake him.

"Hey buddy, come on, we're here already." He said in a soft voice till the boy seemed to stir and open his eyes.

" Fibe mowe minutes." He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes and turns.

Reever chuckles, "Come on now, we'll be late." He tugged on Allen's white and black robes again, this time finally waking up Allen. Allen sat up with a yawn and reached out his hands. Reever complied easily this time and carried Allen in his left arm as he grabbed some of Allen's luggage in his other hand and stepped out of the carriage. Reever gave a nod to the driver,

"I'll be back when I finish helping the boy to his train." He said to the driver, the driver replied with a prompt 'yes sir'. Reever walked into the Train and signed in Allen's baggage, being the Head of the Temple has its perks, since you had the luxury of just going directly in instead of waiting in long lines since you were technically a 'holy' person so you couldn't possibly be possessing dangerous items. Even he himself didn't understand the logic of society sometimes.

Reever walked with Allen in his arms, to make sure the boy wouldn't run and get himself lost. He walked till he reached platform 9 and a train came into view. He checked the ticket twice to make sure this would be the train Allen would ride and entered the vehicle. He walked till he reached the first class cabins and entered one of the compartments. It was quite spacious enough on the inside and when Reever deemed it was enough, he set Allen down on the bench and placed his baggage on the seats in front of him.

He crouched in front of Allen and ruffled the boy's hair, "You know why you're here right, buddy?" He asked the boy.

Allen nodded with a cheeky smile, "Awen is gonna see Uncle Cwoss!" Reever gave him a sad smile and patted the boy's silk robes.

"Yup and you're going to stay with him for awhile, okay? Don't worry, there will be lots of food there and you're going to meet lots of children that would love to be your friend. Oh and there will be lots of toys you can play with." He said encouragingly, but maybe a bit too much since Allen seemed to notice his stiffness despite being a child.

" Weever come too?" He said, looking at the man with big sparkly eyes as he waited for his 'Yes'. Reever almost didn't want to answer the boy's question but he knew it was going to come one way or the other.

Reever shook his head and smiled sadly at the boy, "Sorry Allen. I have to stay here, buddy. But don't worry; I'll make sure to visit you each chance I get."

The boy grabbed onto Reever's robes tightly as he looked at him with a teary eyed expression, "Awen wants Weever to com'." He said with a quivering voice.

"I'm sorry buddy but I can't." the sound of the train whistle caught his attention, he turned to Allen again, "Looks like I have to go now, buddy."

"No! 'on't go!" Allen said, tugging on Reever's robes as hard as he could, but alas he was still a child and his grip was easily removed by Reever as the man hugged the little boy tightly.

"I'm going to miss you, Allen. You better be a good boy there, promise me." He said softly to the boy as he hugged him for the last time in awhile. Allen cried as his father figure hugged him, he hugged him back too, of course.

" Awen pwomises." Allen said, his voice muffled by his cry. Reever squeezed him tight one last time before he let go and planted a soft kiss on Allen's forehead.

"I'll be back before you know it. In the meantime, just enjoy your time there, okay?" Reever looked at him, memorizing each of Allen's features since he knew he wasn't going to see the boy for a long period of time. "Now, come on boy. Smile for me, I doubt Cross would like it if see saw you right now."

Allen nodded quietly this time and just offered a smile that could even melt the heart of a serial killer to the man. Reever ruffled Allen's hair and stood up, "Alright. Someone will fetch you once you get to your destination, so you should be fine." Reever looked to the boy one last time with a smile on his face, "Good bye, buddy. Be safe, okay?" Allen nodded and with this Reever was content enough as he closed the door of the compartment softly and stepped off the train and watched as it headed to the Central city, away from Allen's homey Temple in the North.

"I swear, those 5 idiots better take good care of the children." Reever grumbled to himself.

South Temple's side

The sound of crying could be heard throughout the lobby of the Train Station, but it didn't belong to a child. No, it belonged to an 18 year old man who was clinging to the black and white silk robes of a certain 4 year old girl. The man had long dark hair that curled at the end with a white beret on top. He also wore glasses on his pale face and wore a long white silk robe. The man's name was Komui Lee, Head of the South Temple. His victi-, I mean the girl he was holding unto was Lenalee Lee, his apprentice. She had dark green hair that was tied into two short pigtails that only reached her neck. Her chubby little face was red with sadness and a little bit of annoyance at the man tugging on her robes.

"But my precious Lenalee can't go there alone! She's too fragile for a journey like this!" Komui wailed, hanging onto her robes as some of his colleagues were pulling him back.

"It's the higher ups' orders, Komui! We can't do anything about it." One of them said, his name being Johnny.

"Screw what they think! This is my precious Lenalee they're talking about!" Komui exclaimed, tears falling comically from his eyes.

"I thought you already came to terms with this." This time, a man named Jake Russel replied, raising his eyebrow at the man as he gave him a sympathetic look.

"I have but I'm still not ready for this!" Komui retorted, this earned him a collective sigh from his friends in front of him.

"Dà gēgē. . ." The little girl in front of them muttered lowly as he looked at his big brother struggling. The men in front of her stopped whatever they were doing and turned their attention towards the girl. She tugged on her brother's sleeve, asking for him to come close.

Big brother…

"What is it, my sweetest little Lenalee?" Komui said as he leaned in. Lenalee smiled sweetly and whispered something in her big brother's ear.

If one would listen closely, they would hear and realize that the girl was speaking in Chinese, Mandarin to be exact. Growing up, Lenalee had a hard time learning English and no one really bothered to teach her, since she was just a little kid and all. So they just opted to let the girl speak in her native tongue and letting her learn English when she was older. The people at the South Temple really did love to baby their little girl, especially Komui. Hopefully, the girl wouldn't grow up to be spoiled with all the special treatment she was getting from her 'big brothers.'

Komui nodded as the Lenalee finished off what she wanted to say, "Alright sweetie, I'll calm down." The men behind them really wondered how the little girl managed to calm down their Superior each time; it was like she used a spell or something.

Lenalee nodded and smiled sweetly at him, "Zhè shìgè hǎo…" She muttered in a soft and almost nonexistent voice.

That's good...

"Are you sure you can do this? Can you really handle all this?" Komui asked in a worried tone, because deep down, under the layer of the crybaby big brother, he really cared for her safety and he knew this transfer meant security for the Temple heir but it still didn't make the bad feeling in his stomach go away, the feeling that told him his little sister was going to be taken away from him again.

Lenalee remained in silence before nodding gently at what her big brother said. She gave the man a hug which surprised Komui, but he returned it in the end with a tight hold around her.

"Wǒ huì xiǎngniàn nǐ de…" Komui said in his native tongue softly, holding the 4 year old tightly in his arms. The girl smiled warmly at this and rested her head against his.

I will miss you…

"Wǒ yě yīyàng." Lenalee replied in a hushed voice.

Me too.

"Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cry." Jake said as he wiped the waterfalls of tears on his face with his sleeve.

Johnny chuckled, "You already are." His voice sounding a little strained since he'd been weeping too. The touching moment of the two was just too much for them.

When the two siblings were done, the group went ahead and got little Lenalee to her train, making sure her baggage was all in place. Komui made sure his instructions were relayed to the girl. One of them which was about someone fetching them as soon as they arrived in the Central Station, the other about not approaching any strangers with or without candy. Komui gave Lenalee one last hug and a small and gentle kiss to the forehead as the Train whistle sounded. Unfortunately, Johnny and Jake had to pry their Temple Head from the train as Komui went on his tantrums again. But luckily for them, the Train wasn't late on departure and left the Station right on time.

"Those bastards better take good care of my sweet little Lenalee!" Komui's wails of sorrow could be throughout the Train Station.

West Temple's Side

The entire library was bathed in silence, only the sound of pages rustling could be heard in the huge area. The library took up a huge part of the West Temple, taking two floors of the East Wing. Every kind of book could be found here, from a simple ordinary cook book to a complicated and detailed history about the world of they lived in. Rare and almost extinct books could also be found here, deep in the catacombs beneath the Library, attracting thieves and avid treasure hunters, which is why this part of the Temple was heavily guarded.

But despite that, even the scary and mighty guards didn't notice the little red head in black and white robes sneaking into the Library.

The little 6 year old's name was Lavi, Lavi Bookman and he was the apprentice to this Temple's current Head. He had red hair and green eyes with a black eye patch on his right eye, he was small like any ordinary 6 year old but Lavi wasn't just any ordinary boy though; he was quite smart for his age. Well, at least smart enough to know that the rumors he was gonna be sent to the Central Temple today was true. But not smart enough to know why, which is why he was here right now, off to research and to find out that reason.

The Old man wouldn't tell him no matter how much prying he tempted, all attempts ended in utter failure. But there was one thing Lavi was good at and that was being studious and resourceful. 'Every problem has a definite answer and solution', that what was his Temple head told him, even know he can hear his old and rickety voice saying it.

Lavi ran to the nearest bookshelf and grabbed a thick book with red binding which had the words 'The 4 Great Temples and The Central Temple' printed on the cover and started digging out some information. He knew lots of things about this of course. He knew that in the world, there are 4 Temples. Each named after the directions they are in. The North Temple, The South Temple, The East Temple and the one he was currently in, The West Temple. In each Temple, there is a Temple head, he/she is the one that handles everything going on in that part of the region, like a governor one would say, but a Temple Head had much more power than that. The Temple Head was the one that oversaw the events involving 'innocence' in their assigned area, magical God Crystals that bestowed people great power. He/She had the power to do whatever they think is just in the eyes of God. It was a great responsibility. And with this great responsibility, they couldn't just pick some random person to be a Temple Head. No, they had to pick a special child and the Temple Head would raise the child themselves to be the next Temple Head. And when that child has grown up and become the Temple Head, they would pick a child and the process would start all over again.

He sat on one of the big red pillows by the window and started flipping the pages of the book. One dull block of text caught his eye. It was a brief explanation of the ways of the Central Temple.

'In The Central Temple dwells the Grand Council. These are people who have been chosen by God and have developed their abilities till they reached a high level, different from anyone else who had been chosen. They are people with high authority and are thus considered as Superiors to the Four Temples it governs. They are the ones who travel around the world, collecting pieces of the God shard and retrieving people who wield it. They are also the ones who convey and deliver the laws ordered by the Church. Some view them as strict and blood thirsty leaders who wished nothing but the obedience of their laws and gave harsh punishments to those who defied them.

Lavi shivered slightly at this part, getting a little spooked by what he was reading. He shook his head and continued his researching though.

Some also view them as merciful Angels sent by God above who have been chosen to guide and show them the righteous path away from sin.

Lavi decided he liked the second description more than the first.

Regarding that, the Grand Council is highly respected by all. The number of members is often defined by the number of people who passed that certain level, some by the righteous acts they have committed upon their life. It is usually the former though. Only a few people in history have gotten in using reasons of the latter.

Lavi stared at the paper and started flipping through the pages in a fast manner, 'Come on! There's got to be more than that!' His 'research' was unfortunately halted when the sound of impatient foot tapping caught his ears. He timidly looked up and saw an old man glowering down at him. Black makeup encircled his eyes, making him look like a Panda and his hair was tied into a high ponytail. He was short, mostly due to his old age and wore pure white silk robes.

Lavi gulped nervously, "H-hey Old man." He gave a nervous wave.

This seemed to tick the old man off as he suddenly grabbed Lavi's ear and started hauling him to the outside of the Library. "You stupid brat, I've been looking everywhere for you and I just find you here, leisurely reading a book as if you don't have a train to catch?"

Lavi winced at the pain, feeling like his ear could fall off any moment when the Old man let go when they were outside the Library, "Geez, don't have to be such a meanie about it, Old man." This earned him another pull to the ear which made him howled in pain a bit in response. "Ow! Stop that!"

The Old man sent another glare to his direction, "I would if you showed proper manners, you stupid brat." The Old man turned around and started walking down the hall, "Now hurry up, we have a train to catch."

"Yeah yeah Old man—"The Old man sent him a sharp look, "I mean Bookman. Sorry." Lavi reluctantly said. He wasn't mad enough to get another pinch to the ear, thank you very much. He ran after Bookman hastily till he slowed down to a walk when he reached his side. The two turned around corners and continued walking in silence till they reached the entrance of the Temple, where a horse carriage was waiting for them.

Bookman opened the door of the Carriage and gestures for the boy to come in, "Come on kid. In you go."

Lavi was a bit hesitant; this would be his first time to venture on the world outside of the West Temple. He had only read about the outside world in the library so it was a bit overwhelming for the boy. Lavi huffed and jumped in the carriage, sitting down and looking outside the window, excited for their chauffeur to start driving the carriage. Bookman heaved a sigh at the childishness showed by the 6 year old and climbed in the ride himself. Bookman tapped the glass where he could see the chauffeur, "Let's get moving now." He said to the driver, who respectfully complied.

The ride was spent in silence, mostly because Lavi was too preoccupied with the surroundings that passed by his window. He could see the bustling market of the town and the numerous people that were walking on the streets. He saw children of his age being pulled around by their mothers, Lavi felt his heart constrict a bit in that moment but he didn't need to worry, He had Bookman, and that was all he needed. Once the boy finally got fed up by the world outside his window, he turned to Bookman, who was reading a book.

"Hey Bookman, is it fun there?" Lavi asked curiously with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hm?" Bookman looked up from his book and glanced at the red haired boy, "You need not worry; there will also be children from other Temples there." He replied, his eyes still trailing the words of his book as he said so.

"You think so?" Lavi fiddled with his sleeves nervously, "Do you…Do you think they'll like me?" He added quietly, in a voice Bookman almost hadn't heard.

Bookman stared at the little boy in front of him before he heaved an exasperated sigh, "Everyone in the West Temple likes you, and I doubt a few kids your age wouldn't. Now stop pestering me, I'm trying to read." Bookman said, his voice not showing a bit of care as he glanced back at his book but Lavi knew deep inside, Bookman was trying to comfort him in his own way.

Lavi chuckled, "Thanks old man!" He then proceeded to give Bookman a big hug, making his books almost fall to the ground.

Bookman heaved another sigh, "Seriously kid. . ." He remained silent after awhile and ruffled the kid's fiery red hair. Lavi laughed in return at Bookman's reveal of slight affection.

The Horse carriage came to a halt as a small sounding of a bell broke their little moment. Lavi started to jump up and down excitedly.

"We're here! We're here!" Lavi exclaimed as he opened the door of the carriage and jumped out. The Train Station was huge! So many places to explore, so little time.

"Oi brat, don't you dare run around!" Bookman called after as he retrieved Lavi's baggage from the compartment underneath where he was sitting and ran after the small boy.

Sooner or later, they arrived at Lavi's compartment in the train; Bookman was busy arranging Lavi's stuff when he noticed the energetic child became quiet as he sat down on the chair, swinging his feet silently as he looked down.

Bookman called out to the boy, "Hey brat, you alright?" He asked, making sure his concern wasn't that evident in his voice.

Lavi shook his head and remained quiet as he continued to swing his legs. Bookman let out another sigh, he seemed to be doing that a lot today he noticed, and crouched down to be eye's level with the boy.

"What's wrong now, brat? Upset stomach or something?" He asked the boy to which Lavi shook his head and raised it to meet Bookman's gaze.

"I don't want to go Bookman." Lavi said quietly, so unlike the loud boy earlier who was running around the Train Station.

"Well you have to, higher ups' orders." He simply replied.

"But I want to stay with you." Lavi said, his voice dripping with sadness.

Bookman gave out a sigh and ruffled the boy's hair again, "Don't worry; I won't be that far away. I'll visit when I have the time," Bookman was talking to a child, a creature with honest emotions and innocent will. He knew he lacked the experience in taking care of one, but he sure did know he loved the kid like he was his own son. That was the only thing he needed to stand by on. Bookman gave the boy a gentle smile, "Don't be such a crybaby about it, alright?"

Lavi finally nodded this time and gave the old man a long and tight hug, to which Bookman didn't push away and just raised his hand and wrapped it around the kid to hug him back. Sooner or later, he was released from the hug.

"You're such a drama queen." Bookman said which earned a weak punch from the little boy as he chuckled.

"Don't need to tell me that, Old man!" He stuck a tongue out at Bookman as he smiled happily at him after.

"Whatever." The sound of the train whistling caught their attention and Bookman turned to the boy alright, "Looks like that's my cue, someone will be there to pick you up, so be a good boy, okay?" He reminded the boy one last time.

Lavi nodded, "I promise." He gave Bookman one last hug, "Bye Old man."

Bookman ruffled the boy's hair and pulled away from the hug, "Bye brat." He locked the door to the compartment as he exited and made his way to the Train platform as he watched the train leave.

"Those five better know how to take care of a child or I'll go there to fetch him back myself." Bookman muttered beneath his breathe.

East Temple's Side

"Shouldn't you be heading towards your Train appointment?" A bald old man with a monocle on his left eye turned to his right to look at the small boy next to him. The seven year old had shoulder length dark blue hair. He wore a black and white silk robe, a sour expression on his face.

"You can't tell me what to do, stupid old man." The boy crossed his arms over his chest, turning away from the Old man who was meditating next to him.

The old man beside him was almost bald if it weren't for the hair at the back side of his head which was tied into a ponytail and the small beard on his chin. He also had diamond shaped tattoos at the top of his bald head and was dressed in white silk robes.

The Old man's name also happened to be Zu Mei Chang, who his great nephew happened to be the Temple Head of this place, Bak Chang. And the little boy right next to him was the apprentice of Bak, the heir to the East Temple named Kanda Yuu. They were all connected in some way.

"Now Kanda no need to be so mean to this old man." Zu Mei said which made Kanda respond with a low growl. The little boy crosses his arms over his tiny little chest.

"Shut up Old man." He said, his voice sounded anything but happy. He was taking second thoughts in why he had gone to the meditation room to hide from the annoying Chinese man in the first place. The old man's company was just as annoying as the blonde man.

"Hiding from Bak then?" Zu Mei asked, this earned a glare from the boy, "Yup, I guess I was right."

Kanda growled, "I'm not hiding from that idiot!"

"Really, last time I checked you weren't the religious type despite your title as the Temple Head's Heir." Zu Mei countered, leaving the boy no room for argument. Kanda merely huffed and turned away from the Old man.

"You know, you're going to have to go no matter what. Even if you keep hiding, Bak will still find you." Zu Mei said, forgetting the fact he was meditating just awhile ago. Well, there was always tomorrow. God just had to forgive his sins this one time for abstaining from his prayers today for the little boy in the room with him.

"Shut up and I'm not hiding! I just want to be away from that annoying guy for awhile." He said, squatting down on the floor with a 'hmph'.

"Kanda Yuu! Stop hiding this instant! We're gonna be late for the train!" A voice called out for him, it was awfully near the Meditating room. Kanda stood up immediately and looked around the room for an escape. He immediately dashed behind the altar and hid beneath the covers. Zu Mei just watched as the child fussed around and took his hiding place.

A blonde man stormed in the room, he was wearing a white silk robe and a small hat on his head. He looked around the room till his eyes rested on Zu Mei.

"Uncle Zu Mei! Have you seen Kanda? I've been looking for that rascal everywhere!" The man dubbed as Bak said, his voice evident of stress and worry. His hives were also starting to act up a bit.

Zu Mei shook his head, "Nope, I haven't seen Yuu." But at the same time, Zu Mei pointed to the altar behind him, giving out silent gestures Kanda was there. The Old man hoped that the little boy would forgive him for this slight moment of treason. Bak nodded at this and approached the Altar quietly before lifting the table cloth up with great speed and grabbing the back of Kanda's collar, the boy resisting as he was lifted up into the air.

"Got you, you little rascal!" Bak exclaimed in a fit of victory.

"Let go of me!" He wriggled in protest as he tried to get away from the man's grip on his robe.

"Nuh uh! We need to get you on that train!" Bak retorted as he put Kanda on the ground, not letting go of his grip on his collar. Bak turned to Zu Mei, "Thanks uncle, we'll be going ahead."

Zu Mei nodded, "Good bye little one, have a safe journey." He waved at the little boy who just stuck his tongue out at the Old man, obviously sour at him for revealing his hiding spot.

Bak literally dragged Kanda out of the room and into the hallways, his grip tight on his collar as he pulled him along. Though he was forced to bring the boy out, Bak didn't actually want Kanda to go. A fierce tug at his heart reminded him of his duties as a Temple Head, but for once, Bak was questioning the decision of the Grand Council.

"Let go of me, you idiot! I can walk by myself!" Kanda angrily exclaimed at the man, struggling in his hold.

"How do I know you won't run off like earlier?" Bak said absentmindedly, his thoughts elsewhere, centered around on what was going to happen to his apprentice.

"I won't, you freaky old man!" Kanda pulled Bak's hand away from his robes forcibly as he shoved him out of the way. He growled at Bak, who just sighed and scratched the back of his head in annoyance. 'I-I'm not even that old!' Bak thought to himself, but didn't bring himself to say it.

"Fine, just come with me." Bak rolled his eyes at the boy and went ahead of him. He passed through hallways, an irritated Kanda following after him. He turned his head a few times to check if the boy was still following and was not disappointed to see the fuming Kanda behind him. 'I sure will miss the kid's crude attitude, that's for sure.' He thought to himself as he silently chuckled. Kanda raised an eyebrow at this, but he knew better than to ask. Bak was just eccentric and weird sometimes.

They walked together, in a sense, through the corridors in silence, passing a few people on the way who gave the two a few looks. It was cute seeing the Temple head, being followed around by his apprentice. The people of the East Temple had grown used to the two's quarrels and fights, most seeing it as a way for the two to bond. It was almost like a daily activity they had.

The two strolled around till they reached the entrance of the Temple, where a horse carriage was waiting for them. Kanda was not stupid; he knew he was going to be sent to somewhere far away, somewhere completely different from the Temple he grew up in and there was nothing he could do to change that. And he absolutely hated that fact.

Bak went forward and opened the door of the carriage, to which Kanda just stared angrily at. Bak wondered if the boy knew any other emotion. Bak sighed, "You're going to have to enter this carriage someday, Kanda." He tapped his foot impatiently at the floor, waiting for Kanda to comply with his wishes. Kanda hated it when he did that.

Kanda stared daggers at the man before he jumped in the carriage reluctantly. Bak heaved a huff of victory to himself before he went in after Kanda, prideful in finally convincing the irritating boy, giving the driver the signal to drive when he saw that everything was in place.

In the entire travel to the Train Station, Kanda was glaring at the Bak, his gaze was fiercer than usual though. Bak sweated under the tension of the carriage, he scratched the back of his head, knowing it sounded silly that he was being intimidated by a seven year old. "Stop looking at me like that. It's not like I can make the higher ups change their mind or something."

"Find a way." Kanda simply replied, his short answer dripping with venom.

Bak rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the carriage, "You think I didn't? Yuu, you know you can't have everything you want in this world."

Kanda leaned back in his seat, an indignant look on his face as he crossed his little arms over his chest. In a low voice he replied, "Don't call me that, stupid face." He was probably going to run out of fight sooner or later, Bak just told himself to be patient.

Bak sighed silently, giving the boy in front of him a sincere look, "Kanda, I know you won't say it out loud, but don't worry. I'll make sure to check up on you in the Central Temple every now and then." He said.

Kanda stared at him silently before turning his head away with a slight blush on his cheeks, "Who said I needed you to look after me, idiot." Even though he said that, Bak sensed Kanda's anxiousness deflating a little bit. He smiled inwardly at the thought.

The rest of the trip was spent in bathed silence. No one spoke a word. But it wasn't the type of silence that was uncomfortable and awkward; it was the type of silence that was shared in peace and acknowledgement. Such a thing just showed how tightly knitted their bond was, even if the two parties said otherwise. Stupid Tsunderes.

The Horse carriage came a halt after awhile, which signaled their arrival at the Train Station. Bak was the first to go out, Kanda's luggage in tow, before Kanda who took reluctant steps on the pavement. Bak found himself staring in worry at Kanda who was being too quiet, in the end, he found himself ruffling the boy's dark blue locks which earned him an annoyed growl from the boy.

"What was that for?" Kanda exclaimed, shoving the hand off his head as he shot a glare at the older man.

Bak shrugged, "For spacing out, I guess. Come on, your train's going to leave you behind if you keep dawdling there, Kanda." He said before walking towards the Train Station. Kanda muttered a few choice words underneath his breath before following the blonde Temple head.

Again, they didn't talk much on their way there, just a few reminders of 'Don't anger the Grand Council Generals' and 'Don't bully the kids from the other Temples', to which Kanda begrudgingly nodded to, not in the mood to put up with another argument. Bak was a little bit uneasy through it all; he wasn't used to the sight of an obedient Kanda.

They soon reached the Train and walked further in to Kanda's compartment. Bak opened the door for Kanda, expecting him to just walk inside quietly but that did not happen. Kanda just stood there, with a defiant look on his face as he stared at Bak. Bak sighed, he knew it wasn't going to last long.

Bak kneeled down to Kanda's eye level and opened his mouth to give a stern man to man and totally not girly talk about his departure, "Kanda, I—"

They were suddenly interrupted by the sound of explosions nearby; screams of panicking people could already be heard. And judging by the sound of turning gears and the names people were shouting, Bak already knew what it was.

"Akuma. . ." The words left a bad taste in his mouth. Out of all the times they could possibly come, why now? In reflex, he quickly threw in Kanda's luggage and shoved the boy inside, who was obviously surprised at the blonde man's sudden actions. Bak rose up then turned his head as looked around till he saw one of the Train Staff members coming out of one of the compartments nearby.

He immediately called out to him, "You there! Get this Train prepped and ready for departure! Make sure this Train leaves this station at all costs!" He ordered sternly. The Staff member hesitated for awhile before recognizing Bak's clothes as the Trademark white robes of a Temple Head.

"Y-yes sir!" The man exclaimed before running off to what Bak assumed to be the direction of the Train Operator's room.

"Bak! What's going on?!" Kanda ran to Bak and started pulling on his robes frantically, searching for an explanation on the man.

"It's fine! Just get into your compartment and don't open the door till the coast is clear okay?" Bak said, his hands moving quickly as he pushed Kanda back inside the room and locked the door behind him.

"Oi! Bak! You idiot! Open the door!" Bak could hear Kanda's fist banging against the door. He leans his body into the door, his forehead touching the smooth wood of it.

"I'm sorry Kanda. Please, be safe." Bak whispered beneath his breathe, his heart aching as he traces a magic circle on the door. The markings lighted up a second after, the protective charm done. Bak hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and starts running for the Exit of the Train, away from Kanda's compartment.

The Train starts moving as Bak reaches for the handle of the door, the horns blaring out as the engine started. The door makes a click sound before it opens, Bak could see the station platforms whizzing past him in an increasing speed. Deciding that it was better now than never, he steels his nerves before he jumps off the Train. He lands on his feet, his body pumping with adrenaline as he watches the station ensue in chaos.

There were already exorcists on the scene, but it wasn't enough. There were just too many of them. One of trains in the station had already caught on fire and the agonizing screams of the dying weren't helping either. Bak turns his head to the retreating figure of the train in the distance, muttering short prayers beneath his breathe.

"Those idiots better take good care of them."

Central Station

"Che. Why do I have to go fetch those stupid children?"

A man snarled as he blew on his cigarette. The man had bright and long red hair that was spiky at the edges. He was dressed in a black and gold robe, a matching hat on his head. Leaning against the wall, he watches the people whizz past by, some bowing their heads to him in acknowledgement.

Everyone knew him as Cross Marian, one of the strong and mighty Grand Council Generals. With abilities to match with his arrogant personality, Cross wasn't that hard to spot in a crowd. Taking another puff from his cigarette, he glances at his pocket watch. It was a quarter after 3 o' clock; he had been waiting there for 20 minutes already.

Cross clicks his tongue, "Those kids better get here in 5 minutes or I'll leave them behind to fend for themselves."

Whew, this prologue's really long. The chapters are shorter than this by a few thousand words by the way.

I'll probably update as soon as I can, depending on the feedback I get from this story.

Published On: 10/25/13