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Chapter 30�Valentine�s Day

February 13, 2014�Allen�s Ark

�� Amanda lay curled
up with her back to Mr. Darcy. His arms were around her, and his naked chest
touched her equally naked skin. Everything was warm as they basked in the glow
left over from mind-blowing sex. Placing one of her hands on his wrist and
rubbing gently, she sighed in contentment.

�� Hey,
Mr. Darcy?� She murmured softly, breaking the lustrous silence.

�� Mmm?�

�� I was just
wondering� after this is all over, what are you planning on doing with your
life?�

�� He sighed onto the
back of her neck and squeezed her closer. �Hmmm� I�ve never really thought of
it. I�m not particularly schooled, but the Coalition will probably pay for
that. What will I do?�

�� You should be a
male model,� Amanda said, smiling widely. She felt Darcy�s eyebrows raise.

�� Why?� He asked.

�� Because you�re so
sexy,� she answered, turning around so she could face him and maybe steal a
kiss or two.

�� Well, what about
you?� He asked, staring deeply into her eyes in the exact way she loved.

�� I�m gonna finish
High School. I�ve got all my credits for it done except for English.�

�� Darcy chuckled. It
was common knowledge throughout the former Order that Amanda detested the
subject. �So, after you graduate, what then?�

�� I�m thinking of
going to college. The Order probably won�t hold up their end of the bargain�they�ve
already stopped paying for my brothers, and the Coalition had to step in�but
I�m sure I�ll be able to find financial aid if I look hard enough. Despite what
you think, I�m actually very smart,�
Amanda said, voicing her thoughts aloud for the first time. Darcy chuckled
again, obviously disbelieving.

�� I want to go into
Acting, maybe, or Marine Biology.�

�� There�s a huge
difference between the two. And aren�t you allergic to fish?�

�� Yeah, well, it
shouldn�t be too bad. You wear gloves and shit, and it�s not a bad allergy,
last time I checked.�

�� Do you have
anything else going on in your Master Plan for Life Domination?� Darcy teased,
tilting his head down so he could kiss her forehead. He smiled as he leaned
back, and he looked into her eyes in that same way, like he was searching her
soul or something. Which sounded cheesy. But Amanda
was a cheesy girl.

�� I want ten kids,�
she joked. Darcy balked, and she laughed, hoisting herself up to give him a
proper kiss. �Just kidding,� she whispered. It shouldn�t have bothered her that
Darcy looked relieved, even though she had
been joking.

�� But you�re only
sixteen,� he muttered, seeming to pull away a bit. Amanda didn�t like that, so
she pressed herself closer. Darcy squirmed a bit.

�� Well, I don�t
want kids now,� she said. �Actually,
I don�t want them for another, like, five years. After
college. After I�m married.� She looked up at
him. It disturbed her that Darcy was looking away, but she ignored it. �What
about you? Want kids?� Maybe that was the problem.

�� Yeah,� he said,
his voice coming out in a sigh. �A couple of little munchkins would be fun. I�d
love to terrorize them.�

�� You�re
incorrigible,� Amanda said, smiling as she hit his chest lightly, playfully,
with her fist. He leaned in, and they began kissing again. His strange
reactions were suddenly the last thing on her mind.

---

�� Everyone around
them was heading in for an early night, though Allen was sure no one would be
sleeping that well. It had been the same the first time. He also had no illusions,
as he watched the various couples walk off, of what people would be doing to
pass the time. He grabbed Lenalee�s hand to pull her off, too (though not for
the same reasons, he thought with some disappointment).

�� Allen, Lenalee!�
Road ran up, sounding breathless. �Faith told us we need to be there at 8:14
tomorrow night!�

�� Why
such a strange hour?� Lenalee asked.

�� It�s military
time for 2014,� Road said softly, giving them an almost soulful look. �You two
will be okay?�

�� They nodded in
unison. �You will too?� They asked together, perfectly in synch.

�� As long as I find
Faith, then yes, I�ll be fine,� she said, smiling. She turned and hurried off.
There would be plenty of time to talk the following morning, though Allen knew
no one would. There would be too much anticipation, too much nervous energy.

�� As one, the two of
them paced back to their shared room, holding hands and taking comfort in each
other. Lenalee closed the door behind them, and Allen quickly disrobed and
grabbed his pajama pants. Lenalee changed similarly into the long, white
negligee she was very fond of.

�� Do you think
everyone will be okay?� She asked him quietly as they sat on the bed, Allen�s
arm around her.

�� And suddenly,
their lips were melded together. Allen didn�t know who started it or if they
had decided it was going to start, but it was happening. He ran his hand
through her hair, reveling in the feeling of its silky smoothness. She must
have brushed it while he wasn�t looking, because its only knots were the ones
that Allen created.

�� Lenalee made a
sweet, sighing noise, parting her lips just slightly. Moving his other hand to
her slim waist, he added more pressure with his lips. He had never kissed
before, so he wasn�t quite sure what he was doing, but judging by the small half-moan
Lenalee made, he was doing okay. She was doing much more than okay.

�� He twisted so that
he was overtop of her and pushed her down onto her pillow. Her arms came and
wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. Then they traveled down his back and up
again as Allen tried softly biting her lower lip.

�� Yeah! Way to go, Allen! The Musician
screamed in the back of his head. Allen pulled back, his mood suddenly ruined,
but Lenalee pulled him toward her, her arms not letting him out of reach. She
brought her lips back to his in a desperate way that made him forget there was
anyone named Sebastian yelling suggestive comments in the back of his mind.

�� He held her close,
kissing her until she did that half-moaning thing again. He sighed happily,
running a hand slowly up and down her side. She shivered under his touch, and
suddenly it was too much. Girls shouldn�t
be allowed to do that, he thought to himself as he shifted into a position
that wouldn�t allow Lenalee to notice his growing arousal.

�� Lenalee tore her
lips away from his, breaking their kiss in an unsatisfying way, but she pulled
Allen close, lining their heads up ear-to-ear and hugging him tightly. �Don�t
die, okay?� She asked softly, conversationally, into his ear. Allen nodded.

�� I won�t,� he
whispered, kissing the lobe of Lenalee�s ear before moving back to her lips
again. Hands went everywhere and nowhere at once, which was okay, which felt
good. Lenalee�s hand hit a spot on his neck, clenching in the hair at the nape,
and Allen needed to leave before things went too far. He ripped his lips away.
�Bathroom,� he said in a strangled voice, walking quickly from the room and heading
to the nearest facilities.

�� When he returned
some ten minutes later, Lenalee was looking at him, concerned.

�� What�s wrong?� He
asked, placing a hand delicately on the soft skin of her cheek. She leaned into
it, but the expression didn�t leave her face.

�� Sebastian came
into my mind for a bit, and he said that you�you�you were� in the bathroom� doing things,� she said, sounding horrified.
Allen was sure he heard implication in her voice. But that couldn�t be, because
this was Lenalee.

�� Well, I was��

�� Do you, Allen?
Only I told Sebastian that he must be wrong, but I�m not sure� so, do you?� Her
voice became progressively hushed.

�� Blushing, Allen
looked away and nodded, taking his hand from her face. �Well, I am a guy, Lenalee. You have to� expect these kind
of things.�

�� But Allen� I
don�t get it.�

�� It hurt him,
sometimes, how pure and oblivious
Lenalee was. Sometimes, he cursed that brother of hers for sheltering her this
much. After all, Allen had had a perfectly good childhood, even though he�d
grown up knowing the exact mechanics of sex, drinking, and gambling thanks to
Cross�s tutelage.

�� Don�t worry about
it, Lenalee, I�ll explain this to you after tomorrow.�

�� You promise?� She
asked, sounding younger than her nearly twenty years.

�� Yeah, I promise,�
Allen said, sitting next to her and placing an arm around her shoulders. She
leaned into his arm. Gradually, she began to relax until her face was smooth
with the beginnings of sleep. She turned, throwing an arm around his waist as
she snuggled deeper into the crook of his shoulder.

�� I love you,
Allen,� she sighed, smiling as her thoughts were lost in dreams.

�� I love you, too,�
he whispered back, kissing her forehead overtop the most prominent of her
stigmata crown before leaning them both back and
placing the covers on top of them. He had accepted long ago that he was going
to die, but he had never before wanted to fight against that fate than he did
now. He wanted to be around, marry Lenalee, maybe have a kid or two, retire
into some crazy old folks� home that would charge him an outrageous sum just to
be in, die in some absurdly peaceful manner with Lenalee at his side, following
him just moments after.

---

�� There came a knock
at her door just as she was pulling her pants off. Sighing, she tugged them
back on and went to answer. It was Vikram, of course. He looked like a lost
puppy who had finally found his way back home.

�� He didn�t say
anything, just walked in closing the door and locking it behind him. Emiko
raised an eyebrow in interest.

�� I�m tired of
thinking,� he said, sitting on the bed and leaning his head into his hands,
covering his eyes with his fists.

�� When have you
ever thought?� Emiko asked lightly, sitting next to him. She pulled him down
until his head was on her lap, and she began to comb her fingers through his
hair. He chuckled humorlessly.

�� I think all the time, it�s just never about important things.� He turned his
head so that he was looking up her nose. �I�m sorry, Sasaki, I should have
given you an answer ages ago.� Vikram reached up to bring her closer until
their foreheads were touching. Emiko�s back ached slightly at its bowed
position, but she ignored it. Vikram was more important than some trivial pain.

�� You�re done
hiding, then?� She asked, and Vikram nodded.

�� But only on one
condition,� he said, trying to sound serious, though Emiko knew the difference.

�� What?� She asked,
smiling down at him.

�� Dress like a boy
again after this damned war. Don�t let Road have that kind of control over
you,� he ordered. Emiko opened her mouth to respond that it had nothing to do
with Road, but Vikram continued on, �and you also look really hot in guys�
clothes. Every time you wore them, I�� He looked away. ��Yeah.�

�� Remembering the
moaning in the bathroom, Emiko smiled knowingly. �It�s a promise,� she said,
and then she let her lips descend on his.

---

�� AH! FUCK,
VIKRAM!�

�� That was a mood-ruiner.

�� It made Lavi want
to reinforce the walls more, at any rate. The fact that he could hear this from down the hall made him want to tear
out Emiko-kun�s lungs. The phrase she�s a
screamer came to mind. Next to him, Yuu grunted, looking annoyed. Lavi not-so-secretly concurred.

�� He pulled the
other man closer, gathering Yuu into his arms in a way he knew the other man
would usually protest to. But Yuu didn�t say a word. He simply sat and stared
at Lavi. It wasn�t an angry stare, nor was it a frustrated one. It was the deep
stare of a man who was thinking about something very important. Lavi used that
expression often, though it was usually when he was wracking his brain for
obscure facts.

�� Yuu laid his head
on Lavi�s shoulder as they were forced to listen to Emiko-kun�s loud screams.
The sound soon died down, though, and they both sighed in relief when the moans
stopped wafting down the hallway and through their door.

�� Ne, Yuu, whatcha
thinkin� about?� He asked.

�� Stupid rabbits
shouldn�t be so inquisitive,� Yuu muttered darkly.

�� Yuu, why do you
always call me stupid? And how am I a rabbit?� Lavi asked. He�d always
wondered, and he finally had the nerve to ask for an answer.

�� Che. It�s a term of endearment.�

�� Since
when?� Lavi asked, stunned. Yuu had terms of endearment? He laughed
softly in his mind. Of course Yuu�s terms would be something strange like
�stupid rabbit.�

�� Since
I saw you sleeping in the library when we were sixteen. You twitch like
a rabbit in your sleep. It�s amusing. And you�re stupid because you�re oblivious,�
Yuu explained.

�� I�m not
oblivious!� Lavi spluttered. Yuu snorted.

�� You didn�t
realize they were terms of endearment.�

�� Who would?� Lavi
countered.

�� Everyone except
you,� the dark-haired man answered promptly. He sounded a bit mocking,
patronizing. Lavi withered slightly.

�� You�re mean,� he
muttered under his breath.

�� And you�re
oblivious, so now we�re even.� Yuu bit the base of his neck in a teasing way.

�� Since when have
you cared about being even?� Lavi asked, shifting away so that Yuu would stop
trying to eat him.

�� Since a rabbit
decided to make its home where my heart used to be,� Yuu responded, lifting his
head so he could glare at Lavi. The redhead tried not to flinch away from its
intensity.

�� I can�t help it.
Rabbits like to eat Yuu hearts,� he said.

�� No, they like to
eat carrots. The rabbit who ate my heart is a retard
and didn�t know any better.�

�� They like
lettuce, too,� Lavi muttered in a small voice. He felt a shaking against his
chest and looked down to see Yuu suppressing laughter.

�� You�re such an
idiot,� the Japanese man murmured, bringing his lips to Lavi�s. The second they
came into contact, even with Yuu�s smiling mouth trying to counteract it, Lavi
became very desperate. What if this was
the last time? What if one of them died? He channeled his fervor into the
way he held Yuu, into the frenzied way he scrabbled at Yuu�s clothing, ripping
the other man�s shirt in his haste.

�� Yuu matched his
intensity almost at once, the smile disappearing as he bit down, beginning the
series of slight mutilations they pulled to gain control. For once, Lavi didn�t
taste blood in his mouth�had Yuu learned control?�but he didn�t waste time
thinking about it. He couldn�t let the other man win, not this time. He twisted
a nipple, hard. Yuu gasped in both pain and pleasure, but Lavi was already
taking advantage of the momentary lapse of concentration, slipping his tongue
into his lover�s mouth and running it between teeth and lower lip. He twisted
Yuu so that they were facing each other completely, both kneeling on the bed as
they ripped and tugged at clothing.

�� The air around him
whistled by as Yuu pushed him down. The redhead stared up in confusion. When
had he lowered his guard? Yuu was already on top of him, though, scowling as he
undid button and fly and slid off jeans. Lavi suddenly felt very vulnerable. He
yanked on Yuu�s hair, and the man moaned at the pressure on his skull, but it
wasn�t enough for him to lose concentration as he slid off his own pants.

�� Frantically, Lavi
cast his mind around for a way to get the Japanese man off-guard, a way to
reverse their positions. A hand went to his ear, and it became very hard to
focus, but he had to. Earrings didn�t matter. Warm mouths replacing hands
didn�t matter, nor did the tongues looping through the earrings or the hand
that ran smoothly through his hair, caressing him, nor did the little moany sounds both he and Yuu were making. No, they didn�t
matter. He couldn�t remove himself from the situation, it was too good. He saw
the column of Yuu�s neck and attacked it desperately, sucking and nibbling at
flesh as Yuu did the same on his ear.

�� It wasn�t working.
He did the first thing that came to mind, which probably wasn�t smart, but
then, he wasn�t thinking properly. He slapped Yuu. It wasn�t too hard, but he
heard the solid connection of hand to the scarred flesh of Yuu�s chest. The
dark-haired Exorcist pulled back, looking at him with a dumbfounded expression
on his face.

�� Did you just�
slap me?� He asked, looking confused, as if he hadn�t ever considered the
possibility. Lavi hadn�t, either, not until today.

�� Yeah, deal with
it,� Lavi gasped, sitting up and pushing Yuu over with his momentum. He ran his
hands down the man�s chest, drawing tantalizing circles with his fingers,
tweaking the hardened nubs of Yuu�s nipples. The dark-haired man moaned,
arching his back into Lavi�s touches�that was something he had started doing
recently, and Lavi found he rather liked it. As hard as he was being on Yuu�s body,
though, when he kissed the man again, he did it with the softest pressure he
could manage. That seemed to throw the other man further out of balance,
distracting him beyond thought. Running his tongue over the roof of Yuu�s
mouth, Lavi felt satisfied with himself. He was good at distractions.

�� He brought one
hand to Yuu�s hair, digging into his scalp and massaging in a way he had come
to learn Yuu enjoyed. The man wriggled a bit, and then all signs of resistance
were gone. Lavi smiled against Yuu�s lips. Good,
he thought. I�ve tamed the devil.

�� Lavi�� Yuu
breathed, his eyes half hooded as he pulled back to look up into the redhead�s
face. Lavi smiled again. It had been so long since they�d done anything�he
cursed the barely-healed hairline fracture in his hip. He missed the noises his
lover made, probably more than anything else. Reaching down, he tossed Yuu�s
boxers aside and let his hand hover over its goal. Yuu scowled up at him, and
Lavi smiled right back down, enjoying this position.

�� There was no time
for anything else, and they were too desperate for any contact between them
that the redhead simply made to spit on his fingers. Yuu�s scowl deepened.
�Fuck no, rabbit,� he hissed, grabbing Lavi�s hand and bringing it to his
mouth. The redhead raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Yuu had never done anything like
that before.

�� It was probably a
trick. He was probably doing it to gain dominance. Lavi couldn�t have that, wouldn�t have that. He made Yuu gasp as
he encircled the other man�s erection with his free hand. Yuu was doing
fantastic things with his tongue, things Lavi mirrored on the man himself. When
his fingers were finally released, he reached down, going straight for the
already twitching tight coil of muscle. It spasmed against his finger, eliciting another smile as he
pressed inside.

�� He liked the way
Yuu moaned, raising his hips wantonly and gasping as Lavi stretched and prodded
at the taut space. Leaning down, he kissed Yuu chastely before moving back to
get a better angle so that Yuu would make that� tiny� hiss that happened every time he got the man�s prostate.
Triumphant, Lavi hit it again, and then once more. Yuu growled at him the third
time, pulling him back, as if he didn�t much like the idea of having little
skin-to-skin contact. Lavi agreed and came willingly back into the Japanese man�s
arms.

�� Yuu�s fingers
tugged at his ear, scratched at his hips, and they lay on their sides,
completely melded together and touching everywhere except the one place that
counted. Lavi was vaguely shell-shocked when the fiery contact dissolved into
nothing. He twisted his head around, looking for Yuu, but he wasn�t there, he
wasn�t�

�� Jesus Christ!�

�� He hadn�t meant to
yell out, but he had discovered where Yuu went. He didn�t mean to, but his
hands went straight to Yuu�s hair, neither pushing him away
nor pulling him closer, simply twining there, tugging as Yuu did those same
maddening things with his tongue, only this time, it felt a million times
better. Perhaps it was because it wasn�t on his fingers. Yuu�s tongue
flitted almost teasingly over the head of Lavi�s erection, and his eye rolled
back. Where had Yuu learned to do
these things?

�� No. No, he didn�t
want to know. He just wanted to enjoy, because Yuu�s hand had joined his mouth,
and he was content to let his hips roll up as he clenched his hands tighter in
the other man�s infuriatingly black locks. The locks cascaded like dark sheet
metal, tickling Lavi�s legs as he began to writhe.

�� Yuu�no�I�m not�
done with you yet,� he gasped out, not quite sure which language he was
speaking and not giving a damn either way. The man released him, and Lavi could
only reach out blindly for his lover, holding him in his arms as he lined
himself up and thrust in deeply.

�� Yuu groaned after
a moment, lifting his hips in a way Lavi had come to learn meant he wanted him
to keep moving. He complied immediately. He wanted to move, too. The space was
tight and warm and wonderful and familiar all at once. Lavi felt a moan tear
itself from his own throat as Yuu grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down so
that they could kiss again.

�� Tongues were out
of the question, they were moving too fast to avoid accidental chomping, but
their lips moved against each other as they did the same with their bodies,
hearts beating, lungs starving for breath, sweat covering them both in a thin,
almost sparkling sheen. They probably stood out in stark contrast against the
growing darkness.

�� They had to hurry,
or else it would get dark. They didn�t do dark anymore. But there was the lamp.
There was no need for haste. There was never any need for haste. Lavi threw out
his hand, removing it from Yuu�s scalp, where it had come to rest again, and
groped wildly for the lamp they had moved to the bedside table. He yanked on
the chain, upsetting the lampshade, but his hand was already back
to Yuu, this time tracing patterns on the man�s chest.

�� The Japanese man�s
dark hair was damp with sweat when Lavi ran his right hand through it again. He
dropped his left hand down to Yuu�s neglected arousal as he thrust in with more
force than the others. Yuu let out a strangled half-moan, half-snarl, bringing
the redhead ever closer, raising his hips to meet him again and again.

�� It was too much,
and the dull throbbing that had begun in his hip was enough to throw him over
the edge. He pulled out, making a complete mess of their covers. Yuu hissed at
the loss of stimulation, and Lavi moved his left hand faster, tracing patterns
he knew drove the other man crazy. He pressed at some of the knots at the back
of Yuu�s neck, and the other man hit his orgasm too.

�� They collapsed
against each other, avoiding the pool of Lavi�s ejaculate, breathing heavily in
a tangle of arms and legs and kisses that still connected the two of them.
Something was different, and they both knew it. It was a dark, horrible feeling
that one of them would die, and neither of them could shake it.

---

�� It was strange
that they were allowed to sleep in as long as they wanted, and the sun was high
in the sky when Lavi finally awoke. He breathed in deeply and coughed. Their
room smelled horrible, like sex and sweat and something that could possibly be
identified as burnt cinnamon. Lavi wrinkled his nose and tried to get up. With
horror, he realized he was stuck to his sheets.

�� Fuck,� he hissed,
trying to make as little noise as possible. Yuu wasn�t a morning person. Or an afternoon person. Or a waking up
person.

�� Lavi turned his
head, noting that Yuu was lying with his scarred back to him�a sign of explicit
and complete trust�his form curled into a loose ball. Sighing, Lavi leaned
down, brushing some of the hair from the side of Yuu�s face and kissing the
dark-haired man�s cheek tenderly. The man let out a little waking sigh and
opened his eyes, his customary scowl of doom on his face.

�� Mornin�, Yuu,� Lavi smiled, trying to ignore the growing
unease in his heart. Yuu sat up, ignoring him as he usually did upon waking,
and climbed over Lavi. He grabbed the long bathrobe Lavi had gotten him for
Christmas and mumbled something that sounded remotely like �shower.� Lavi got
up to follow him, prying his legs from the sheets before grabbing his towel and
his own robe (pink and courtesy of Amanda�Yuu hated it).

�� They didn�t talk
on the way there or on the way back. They didn�t talk in the shower, either.
They grabbed their Exorcist uniforms from their dressers, and it was as they
dressed that Lavi broached the topic he�d been thinking about for a while.

�� Ne, Yuu,� he began as he pulled on his
lucky pair of bunny boxers, �what are we gonna do after all this is over?�

�� Yuu didn�t answer
right away, and they continued dressing, pulling on pants and shirts before Yuu
spoke. �We�re going to Japan,� he said simply, with a soft, deep conviction, as
if nothing would stop that from happening. He pulled on his long Exorcist
jacket and placed his utility belt around his slim waist.

�� Why?� Lavi asked,
guiding his arm through the right side of his own jacket.

�� To visit my
mother�s grave,� Yuu replied, pulling his hair up into his usual ponytail. Lavi
came up behind him, snaking arms around the other man�s middle and placing his
chin on Yuu�s shoulder.

�� We�ll definitely
go, then,� he said, completing their silent promise. They would both survive.
They couldn�t die. There was too much to live for.

�� Yuu turned and
pushed him, backing him up through the considerable space until he hit the door,
making Lavi�s shoulder crack. Yuu�s mouth smashed his in a hot, hard, and
desperate kiss. It reminded Lavi of the one he�d given Yuu all those years ago
before what was supposed to have been the final battle.

�� Don�t you dare
die, rabbit, or I�ll bring you back from the dead so I can kill you myself,�
Yuu hissed, giving Lavi a look so mixed with fear and love and resolution that
it was hard to tell which was which.

�� I won�t if you
won�t,� Lavi whispered back, leaning forward to let their lips mingle again. He
was the tenderness to Yuu�s harshness, a perfect combination. They completed
each other, and neither was willing to lose that.

---

February 14, 2014, 8:00
PM�London, England

�� Heart fluttering
nervously, Faith gazed out at the Thames, hoping with every fiber of her being
that Allen and Lenalee would get there on time. With only fourteen minutes
until the beginning of Six, it was becoming
increasingly difficult not to show how much she detested the fat man next to
her.

�� The Millennium
Earl, her Vengeance, leaned down, looking over the side of the carriage that
rested, barely swaying atop the Eye, the perpetual smile on his face somewhat
wider and more smug than usual. �It�s nearly time ♥,�
he commented. Faith nodded anxiously, not reacting in either a positive or
negative way. She glanced nervously at Big Ben, simply waiting; there was
nothing else she could do. Suddenly, a bright, Innocence-green flare lit the
sky, engulfing the area, illuminating it.

�� Well, this is
indeed surprising ♥! It seems our little
plan was given away ♥,� the Earl laughed. Faith
didn�t like the way he was looking at her, benign and predatory all at once.

�� Earl, why are you
looking at me like that?� Faith asked, looking up at him in fear.

�� It seems someone
told the Exorcists. Since I�ve lost the element of surprise, I�m going to need
some help ♥,� he said quietly, smiling down
at her with a leer in his golden eyes. He edged forward, and Faith inched back
until she was at the steep ledge of the tall Ferris wheel. Swallowing hard, she
stepped back into thin air. She would survive. Noah could not die, not with the
Healer still inside. Her body would die, but her soul would live on until her
body regenerated. She had to get away from the Earl.

�� But she was
scooped up by the clown-like Noah. He placed her, shaking and quivering like a
newborn calf, in the middle of the roof. She scrambled to get away, flailing
limbs and scratching at the even surface to gain leverage, but the Earl held
her still, placing one hand on her forehead and the other on her chest.

�� Immediate, abrupt
pain soared through her, and she felt as if she was flying, gliding on
intensely hot thermals. Her screams broke the silence of the night as Big Ben
tolled the fourteenth after, rather than the quarter. The first chime clawed at
the bonds, discovering them, harnessing them, and pulling them back until she
was sure of the presences beneath her consciousness.

�� Sarah. Dear, dear
Sarah. And Tyki. Cyril, too. Beside him, Jasdevi. And next to them, Charlie. Charlie had his arm around Skin.
Lulu, purring in her cat form, sat on Skin�s large, muscled shoulders. They
were all pure once more, ashen skin melted away by her untainted soul. The same
light, heavenly stigmata brushed their foreheads with unearthly grace, and when
she looked at them, she knew the Earl could never control them again. They were
hers, just as they had always been.

�� She made to smile
at the Earl, blood on her lips from the pressure on the bonds, but the second
chime created a portal above them. The bonds were once more yanked without
finesse or regard. She screamed, oh dear God, did she scream. Akuma wailed out
of the clear, round circle, filling the air until all Faith could see was
refracted Innocence off their metal hides. Like a sickening sea of locusts,
they descended on the Exorcists who must have been waiting there.

�� The third chime
began the battle, and as Faith�s world went black, she smiled up at her dearest
kin. �I�m proud of you,� she said, her voice quiet and choked with emotion and
injury. She fell to the surface of the smooth carriage. The last thing she felt
was a light pair of arms picking her up and carrying her somewhere far away,
somewhere warm.

�� Road, she called through her mangled
bonds, and the person carrying her petted her hair lightly, comfortingly, until
all was black and everything was peaceful once more.

---

8:14 PM

�� Akuma rained on
them like a thunderstorm of death. It was like one of those epic poems he�d
been forced to read back when he was in school. Like The Odyssey, only not at all.
Because this was real life, and real life meant that a person couldn�t trick
their enemies by humping sheep. As the Akuma advanced to a threatening
proximity, Darcy saw Michel lift his right arm, the chainsaw that was his
Innocence activating, and turn to the stoic Native American Exorcist.

�� Hok�ee�for
Frodo?� He asked, his voice carrying despite the priming of the Akuma
cannons that were becoming progressively louder.

�� The man nodded and
activated his own Innocence. �For Frodo,� he affirmed. Darcy liked this epic.

�� As Michel�s
chainsaw roared to life, Darcy raised his cutlass high above his head. �FOR FRODO!� He yelled, brandishing
his weapon as if that alone would stop the Akuma. He ran forward, breaking
rank, as Hok�ee and Michel did the same. The first volley of shots went by.
Behind him, he heard Amanda roar a similar sentiment, and then her discus was
whipping at the nearest Level One, exploding it on impact. It whistled back to
her, and Darcy put his mind on his own fight. A moth-like Level Three fluttered
over to him, and an eroding wind of some sort descended in a sickly-scented
patch that the ginger man barely dodged.

�� Fuck off, you
ho,� Darcy spat at it, and rent it through with his cutlass. It made a satisfying
squelching noise and exploded into the air like a poisonous firework. Looking
around in the Innocence-illuminated sky, he saw debris fall and scatter. He
followed the pieces with his eyes, hoping none of them would hit Amanda. His
gaze fell on the Eye, and to his horror, he saw the Earl descending to the
Eye�s axis, floating Mary Poppins-style with his
umbrella golem supporting his massive girth.

�� A bullet from a
Level One made a small crater not three centimeters in front of Darcy, and he
flinched back, cursing his inattention. He tossed his cutlass up at the round,
metal machine. It exploded upon impact, spreading more smoke, oil, and shrapnel
into the sky. The screaming of the pedestrians had already begun. Darcy wanted
to shake his head at their idiocy�if they�d only just listened��but his focus needed to be on the battle. A bright light
flashed from the Eye, and Darcy turned wildly, searching for its source.

�� This time, he had
to hastily swallow the bile threatening the back of his throat. A metal frame
was hooked up to the middle of the axis, spread out as if being crucified. It
was grotesque and tiny, completely black, and possibly the most hideous thing
Darcy had ever seen. And it was only a skeleton. It was the air around it,
though, the almost palpable, stinking aura of hatred and destruction that made
him want to sink his cutlass into it himself.

�� Like a vacuum
cleaner, the Akuma began to fly backward, the higher levels nearly zooming with
their lesser mass. The Generals flitted about, getting as close as they dared,
trying to stop the process, but Darcy saw the futility of the situation. Even
Allen and Lenalee couldn�t keep up as the Akuma were all literally absorbed
into the Level Six. Slaying an Akuma that flew by too close, the ginger man ran
off to help quell the still rising tide of Akuma. Hok�ee and Michel would do
fine on their own.

---

8:43 PM

�� Maya was already
finding it hard to breathe. When Miranda had come up to her and Rodrigo and
asked them to guard the civilians, she had agreed, thinking it would be easy.
But all the people ran off in different directions, searching for an exit, and
for nearly twenty minutes, Rodrigo had run around, herding them toward her.
Miranda herself was in a completely different area�strategy, she had said�along
with the soldiers.

�� Perhaps Maya
shouldn�t have agreed to this. Another cloud of Akuma loomed overtop them, and even flares of Innocence-ridden fire
couldn�t reach them. Rodrigo�s sound waves did little damage, but the Akuma
were picking the civilians off like the metaphorical flies they were.

�� As much as she
despised the girl, Krista was doing the most up there, dodging bullets and
taking out as many Akuma as possible. She had joined their efforts, as most of
the Level Ones were going for the easy prey.

�� Batting yet
another missile away from the civilians with her flaming sword, Maya surveyed
the group. It was smaller than it had been only five minutes ago, and though
their screams had died, their tears had not. Another bullet fell like hail from
the sky, striking a young girl in the shoulder. She was ash within seconds.
Furious, Maya tried again to make a tongue of fire bolt far enough in the sky.
She was rewarded with an explosion.

�� A second later,
half the cloud was gone. Apparently, Akuma set each other off when in extremely
close quarters. But just as before, the portal in the sky spewed out
replacements for them. The atmosphere was growing heavy with an almost hopeless
feeling, but Maya ignored it. She heard Rodrigo grunt as he fell to the ground,
dodging a bullet aimed for his head.

�� A scream shattered
through the veil of battle sounds. Maya looked up and saw Krista in a battle
with a Level Two. She tried to get close to it, but she couldn�t get her talons
in reach. The Akuma had long arms, and it was using their length to simply bat
at her, as if playing with its food. Maya felt grimly determined. This Akuma
was in reach. Tightening her grip on the sword in her hand, she jumped,
grunting with the effort of trying to get extra height. She caught its foot,
sinking it lower to the ground and distracting it enough for Krista to get a
blow in. It was glancing, but it took the Akuma�s attention from Maya. Swinging
her sword back, the Mexican Exorcist sliced the Akuma through, using her
momentum to grab Krista and drag her away before it exploded.

�� She may have
muttered something. Or screamed something. She wasn�t
sure. Everything was too loud and too quiet at the same time; there was too
much going on. Maya heard Rodrigo�s guitar, the whine of the Akuma cannons,
Krista screeching as usual, heartfelt prayers from the doomed people below, and
then suddenly, everything was silent. Everything was gone, except for the pain
that rocketed through her. She felt her grip on Krista�s ankle loosen and fall
completely. She didn�t feel her hand hit the ground.

�� She blinked.
Rodrigo blurred into her vision, but everything was so hard to see. Were his
lips moving?

�� Gabe? Gabriel, stay with
me, babe!�

�� With the last of
her breath, she snickered. Only Rodrigo called her that. He called her his
angel, even though they were only friends. He called her everything under the
sun, and she did the same to him. The only person tolerable
enough to be around. Why were his words becoming so garbled? He was
saying something else, wasn�t he?

�� Rod,� she choked
out as ash filled her mouth.

�� Why did he lurch
forward? Why was blood dripping from his mouth? He looked in pain. But there
was ash in her mouth, and then everything was ash. She couldn�t see it, but she
knew it.

�� And then there was
nothing at all but a sweet, sweet melody and beautiful clouds, and when she
looked around, Rodrigo was right next to her.

�� So were the
civilians.

---

A/N: It begins� *dramatic pose* Ok, so we were trying to edit the
smuts, and we couldn�t get through half a sentence without cracking up. This
fragment was the worst, though: tweaking the hardened nubs of Yuu�s nipples.
Seriously, why is smut funny when we write it? Anyway, yeah, this chapter was
an effort to get this long, and we know it�s kinda choppy, but meh. And yay! People are already
dead! :D They won�t be the last, either, though we won�t kill off the main
people, �cause that�d just be mean :(
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