Neko walked down the main street of the small English town, the sun set over the Atlantic not far in the distance, and the end of a typical February day came closer. To most, the sight of this child would be odd- a barefooted thirteen year old dressed in nothing but a thin, sleeveless, above the knee, white, and seemingly immaculate dress in the dead of winter- but to the residents of the tiny village, she was a normal sight. No, they did not consider her normal, only her occurances; she was a witch, an outcast, weird, but being accepted, even if only by tolerance in this village, made her stay.
She came to the village garden, conveniently placed in the middle of the village, and went to her haunting grounds: a young, sturdy oak tree which she had used as her bed since she had came to this town, or really, came back. But she was tired now, and didn't want to think about why she was on her own now; there would be a time for that later. So she climbed to the fork in the tree and curled into a ball, just as her namesake would, and slept.
She woke the next morning to the strange feeling she had been having lately; the feeling always lead her in certain directions, to certain people, and she always seemed to find that when she snapped out of this feeling, there was blood everywhere, but it didn't phase her, she was used to it now, and the killings didn't feel wrong, so she took them as nothing...
But today, someone found her before she could flee the scene; in a flurry, Neko ran as a mob of young women and teenage girls ran raging after her, shouting 'Murderer!' and 'Stop!' Before she realized what had happened, she had wished a broom into existence, and flew to safety; she wasn't called a witch for nothing...
General Cross Marian walked through the small village, unimpressed by its humbleness. The Order had spited him; a mission for the mere purpose of finding Innocence with no detected threat of Noah was not for a general! But here he was, on the stupidest mission of all time.
Suddenly a blur past him at high speed; he almost did a double take, the blur looked like a girl riding a broom, no that's what it was! Behind the blur was a mob of women; well, this would be easy to figure out...
As the women noticed him, they abandoned the persecuted and crowded around him. The women swooned over him, and the seemingly oldest girl came to the front. Cross began working toward his new goal.
'So, what was that blur back there?' He said to the leader of the pack, the girls behind her almost falling love-stricken to the ground at his voice.
'Oh, just a murderer, you don't want to be around that, a gentleman like yourself.' The girls continued in their swooning. He loved the attention. He was damn sexy; he deserved the attention.
But, his curiosity was piqued by the girl on the broom, so he needed to cut this short,' So where would she be should I want to find her?'
'The garden in the middle of town, but you'd be less bored if you stayed with us...'
He smirked, turned away, and began walking toward the middle of the village; he had what he wanted for now. 'Hahaha, don't worry about me; I'm used to 'em by now...'
He found the garden and began walking through, expecting to find a girl taking care of a plant somewhere, but he found her... Sleeping under a tree.
Cross shook her,'Hey, wake up!'
She spazed and ran up the tree. 'EH?!' She looked down with wide eyes at the stranger; she thought he was pretty, with his hair down to his waist, and his thin figure and broad shoulders. 'What do you want?'
'Do you know what Innocence is?'
'...No...Well, yeah, but ummm... Why?' She retreated slightly.
...That sounded really bad...He mentally slapped himself for what he had said, and turned the conversation to the right direction,' The broom you were riding, I was wondering if that was Innocence... May I see it?'
She held out her hand and it materialized; she wordlessly handed it to him.
It was Innocence; being a previous scientist for the Order, Cross knew how Innocence reacted when a person wasn't an accommodator... And being an Exorcist, he knew how it felt to be the accommodator, too... This was in the middle; it was weird, like it wanted him to use it...But it felt like it already had an accommodator...
When he looked back at the girl, the scene had changed; she had sprouted wings and was failing to make them work. She bobbed up and down in the unsteady and off beat of her white and light blue feathery wings, and Cross began suspecting the broom was not the source of the Innocence...
Finally, she fell out of the sky and landed safely in his arms, but as she landed, he realized what her Innocence had reacted to; a level one akuma had appeared.
Cross dropped her gently to the ground, as she was no longer capable of standing from how dizzy her flight had made her. He pulled out Judgement and nonchalantly took aim.
The gun shot snapped Neko out of her dizziness at once, and she automatically scrambled under the first thing she could find: the stranger that wore a trench coat. She clung to his left leg, and the coat settled around her.
But the darkness under the coat switched to light, and when she looked up, she saw the stranger looking down at her with a slight smile on his face.
'Never heard a gun before, I take it?' She nodded her agreement, detached herself, and stood, only to hear the angry mob approaching before her acquaintance did.
'Oiiiiiiiii... They're gonna call us both murderers nowwwww...' She complained.
As the mob came closer, Cross thought about the best plan of action; he decided what he would do, the kid would just have to deal with it...
Before Neko knew what had happened, she had been swept off her feet and thrown over the stranger's shoulder as he ran out of the garden and down the main street.
And thus is how my comics go as well; very, VERY bad transitions. NOT my best, at all, but wanted to get the story out for anyone who cares :3 It's actually very similar to the comic version I drew long before I wrote this... There will be more, if y'all want...