Chapter: 1

Soft sunlight flittered across the freshly dewed grass, causing it to sparkle and twinkle like millions of diamonds across the open field. The trees were swaying lightly to the rhythm of the earth, showing just a touch of fall to them. Their leaves exploded with greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. Butterflies flew and stirred the reeds in the pond slightly, just enough to send small ripples throughout the pond's glass like surface. A lone dragonfly flew just above the water's surface, occasionally dipping down and touching the inviting water. A breeze as soft as a kitten's breath danced with the equally as soft noises of the grazing horses in the pastures. The soft thump of a pair of boots stood out like a heart beat, steady and strong. A large, Victorian house stood on top of the slightly elevated land, overlooking all that happened below. The windows were shut, and the curtains were drawn, blocking out all of the morning's sun. House workers could be seen in various places of the property, tending to their daily chores that kept the mansion in the best of order. All seemed tranquil, until a loud, high pitched, ear piercing scream rang out from inside the manor. Immediately everyone in the vicinity ran towards the source of the noise, hoping for the best.

"THERE'S A SNAKE!" a young, spiky blue haired girl was standing on top of a chair while the offending reptile casually twisted itself around the chair's legs. A rather young Portuguese man, in his mid twenties, burst through his niece's bedroom door and was overcome by a fit of laughter.

"I don't believe you're afraid of such a small thing!" he laughed out, not noticing the shadowy figure standing behind him until it was too late.

"Come here my darling, there, there, it's all right now." Sheryl Camelot, the head of the household, took the frightened girl into his arms and walked out of the room. Purposefully stepping on the twitching body of Tyki's who was on the floor. "Oh and Tyki? Be a dear and take that awful reptile out of this house will you?" Sheryl called back over his shoulder to his brother. Road Camelot, who was still in his arms, peered over her father's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the irked Uncle. That little…

"Seems like you're having a rough morning." Tyki turned his head and saw his brother Neah Walker leaning over his shoulder.

"Don't even get me started. Is Allen ever like this?" the Portuguese teased though immediately regretted it once he saw his brother's solemn face.

"Yea, he used to be. It was so much fun." Neah responded with a soft, sad smile that danced on his lips. Tyki was about to apologize but Neah was already gone, and looking out the door way, Tyki could see Neah being comforted by an equally as distraught Mana.

"This is all your fault." The distraught Uncle said, staring at the reptile accusingly, who hissed at him menacingly in response. Tyki couldn't believe that it had already been a year since that incident

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Flashback:

"What d-do you mean Allen's d-dead?!" Tyki asked his silent brother. Allen couldn't be dead; it was Allen they were talking about!

"H-he just d-d-d-died; i-in my a-arms. I-I couldn't do an-anything. Th-there was s-so much b-b-blood. T-Tyki, there was so much b-blood!" Neah stuttered out as if reliving the last moments his nephew had. No Allen couldn't be dead. No!

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"-ki…Ty…Tyki!" said Portuguese jumped up, causing the snake in his hands to bite him.

"Gaahh! Damn it!" Tyki pried the reptile off of his wrist; the snake gave out a threatening hiss before wriggling in the Portuguese's grip.

"Smooth, anyways just wanted to tell you that breakfast will be ready in five minutes." Wisely teased before walking away, leaving Tyki to his own demise.

It took Tyki only five minutes to dispose of the snake, which he did, by throwing it out a window, the fourth story window to be exact, with a smile on his face. Hey, something had to take Tyki's small amount of pent up anger, the snake was lucky that the Portuguese didn't throw him out the window with the lake below it.

Tyki Mikk hated having to do other people's work, but what he hated most was the deathly silence that filled the household since that unfortunate day exactly a year ago. The house just wasn't the same without the peals of laughter echoing off the walls, the random explosions, the beaten up twins on a daily basis, laced food, devious pranks, it just wasn't the same without Allen in general. The silverette was like the sun of the Noah family, he was able to put a smile on anyone's face if he wanted to and knew just what to say to make you feel better. Allen was the one thing that brought them all together, the only person who made family meals enjoyable. But, he no longer could bring that happiness, that sense of ease to them again.

Breakfast was like all of the other meals, solemn and completely quiet. Hardly anyone spoke any more since the final battle, Mana and Neah took it especially hard. They blamed themselves for what happened, they keep thinking about what they could have done to prevent what had happened. Even though the rest of the family knew it wasn't their faults, they couldn't forgive themselves for what they didn't do. The Twins didn't do much of anything anymore, Lulu Bell was usually in her cat form and sat in trees each passing day, Wisely had found refuge in his own mind reliving the few moments that he had with his little brother, Fiidora had drawn back into his shell where he felt safe, Toraido was rarely seen outside of the pastures, and even though Road and Sheryl tried to lift everyone's spirit's here and there their efforts were fruitless. They had gained a new family member a few days after the battle, Maitora, but since he was new they couldn't expect him to understand what was happening. It wasn't like it mattered anyways, Maitora was a silent person, and he hadn't spoken to anyone even before he was turned into the Noah of Ability. Tyki was almost certain that if he had met Allen that he'd be more open and friendly.

"Thank you for the meal." Neah whispered to the silent room before scooting his chair back and exiting the dining hall with Mana following behind him. Just a normal regular meal.

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The Walker brothers walked down the long, winding, twisting, maze of hallways. Going at a slow leisurely pace, as if they were taking a stroll through the park, but their postures said anything but. Their shoulders were stiff and backs were straight, neither said a word to each other but both knew their destination. They've been there enough times to be able to get there blindfolded, asleep, being spun around, and bound. The fact they were able to get there of all places as easily as they could, it wasn't a feat that they would brag about, especially the reason why they were going there.

Neah pushed open the familiar oak door and entered the unbearably white room. The one window in the room allowed only the bare minimum of sunlight to pass through. There was a vase of fresh flowers that Road picked fresh everyday on the table next to the old fashioned infirmary bed. Aside from the bed and table, there really wasn't anything else inside of the dull room. The smell of sterilizer over powered the sweet scent of the flowers, and no doubt Allen would have complained about it. Mana sat at the foot of the bed while Neah approached the person who was lying under the stark white covers.

The person had their eyes closed, and their chest rose and fell in small and steady breaths. A small blue finger heart monitor was attached to the person's right pointer finger, steadily beeping in time with the person's heart. The person had porcelain white skin that only flaw was the long red scar that lined over his left eye, his hair was an unnatural snow white and his eye lids covered his silver pools.

Lying in the infirmary was one known by Allen Walker.

A/N: Yes, I know, I'm a horrible author for keeping you in suspense. But hey! He's not dead…yet ;). Hope the first chapter of the sequel is good to satisfy your curiosity, but don't forget; curiosity killed the cat. I most likely won't be able to update until Wednesday so don't be upset. I do not own D. Gray-Man, review please!