Too people who like TruencyCity's work I would like to advise you that I, ReiLuvsAllen have taken over this story (with permission from the author) and I am reposting it. I am leaving the original chapters as they are along with the authors note (riddles-which is now obsolete) out of respect for TruencyCity, and to retain its intergrity. If anybody would like anything changed or suggest pairings etc. please review or pm me and I will try to take into account your ideas and incorporate them.

Ciao, TruancyCity.

To those who feel angry with me. . .

Just a short one-shot(depending on the number of reviews, may be multi-chapter if more than at least two) about Lavi and Allen, and etcetera, etcetera. . .

I'm sorry for the deleting thing, I'll explain when I have the time, which I don't have right now.

Thank you for so much your patience.

Immunity

Hello. My name is Allen Walker. I have existed seventeen years on this planet I live on. Earth. Pure and beautiful, but tainted and dirty. I am one human with such faults. Though, I am not beautiful, nor am pure. I am a vile creation. But I try my best to stay happy, like others like me.

Year 2817. Us humans have evolved once again. Scientists, such as my Master, have found out that we have abilities that they have only believed to exist in fictional books. Ink and paper.

Mythological monsters are now what we call Abilities, humans that could change their body's physical form. Lycans, Vampires, Dragons, Spirits. . . Just humans with superpowers. Unlike me.

'What are you?' is probably what you are thinking. I, am just a cursed, normal human with a disfigured arm and platinum-blonde hair. Am I made fun of? Oh, most definitely. But I'm used to it. Insults, bullying, indirect loathe. Oh, yes, most definitely.

And I am also an orphan. Foster house was torture. I was adopted once. He was a caring and kind man. But he passed away soon later. I ended up back in the foster house. Then another man bought me. I found out I was only worth only three pounds. The person who adopted me was a famous scientist. He was a Sensor, someone who could literally sense an Ability.

He told me I had power. What power? So far, I had none. In return of him training me, I had to do the house chores. I thought it was fair.

That was it. I knew nothing of my biological parents. Nothing of before and at the age of five. It's a pity, but I learned to live with it. I was happy with what I got.

But, I always thought something was wrong with me. I felt empty. Not all the way, but a rather colossal piece missing from the puzzle. I told Master about it. He replied it with silence. I went away, and never asked again. If I had stayed, would I have heard why I was like this?

That, was an answer not even I can guess, though it was my own body.

But then again, I try my best not to dwindle on it too long. The answer will come out from its hiding spot and tell me when I least expect it.

I also try to get good grades. I skipped two levels, but that was a shadow compared to what Master was capable of when he was younger. At least, that was what he said. I am in college. Actually, it was an university, but I hardly gave it a second thought, only now and then.

A normal college. For the Non-Talented. For regular humans.

When I first arrived, I was belittled, as the others thought I made my way here through money, which is clearly impossible, for I used wooden pencils, had a normal school bookbag, and wore plain clothes.

But here, Japan, people spread rumors faster than you can start one yourself.

I was halfway through my first year in college. It's amazing that I survived that far. If I'm really lucky, I'll make it past this year and go ahead on the second year, but that's unlikely. Goddess Luck does not favor me.

Master keeps on telling me I have power. I keep telling him I don't. Both he and I are very stubborn, but only when we want to.

This was the life of a messed up human.

I was certain of it.

Let me start the introduction again, if you'll let me.

Hello. My name is Allen Walker. Cursed left eye, disfigured left arm, strange white hair. Average height for a fifteen years, but very short for a seventeen-year-old. Not sure about weight, but according to Master, I'm below average. Though, I don't think so, seeing all the other people.

British, an immigrant to Japan, originally from United Kingdom, Europe. But I don't have the English-British accent. Not that I minded. Fluent in a few languages. Learned martial combat from Master, and pretty good at cooking.

I, Allen Walker, am a male. MALE. I get mistaken for a girl, because I look like one. Always, always. It make me frustrated, yes, but not angry. They don't know any better, anyway.

Like how the people in front of me are.

"Hey, little miss, are you listening to us?"

I looked at him. "Huh? Oh, dear. I'm running late." I said, glancing at my watch. It was four P.M. I had to hurry and get dinner done before Master arrives to the house. "Maybe next time, if you please. But right now, I'm late."

Thug no.1 grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk past. "Late for what, miss? A tea party with your little friends?" he sneered, trying to mock me.

I cocked my head, looking at him, not fazed one bit my the remark. "Something like that."

Clearly annoyed, Thug no.2 pulled out something bulky and black from the inside of his coat. The head of it started to crackle. A taser? Is he nuts?

Seeing the bewildered expression on my face, he smirked arrogantly. "So, you know what this is. Not many do, since this kind of thing was used over two hundred years ago," he explained, coming closer, though I knew that.

When the head connected with me, sending an artificial electric shock throughout my body, they probably expected me to drop like a little girl they thought me as. But I wasn't a girl.

Noticing that nothing was happening to me, he pressing the side button again, but the same nothingness came as a result. He pressed the button again and again. I saw the sweat forming on his and his friends' faces.

I sighed again, this time a bit more loudly, so they could hear. "Are you done yet?" I asked, taking the taser from Thug no.2's hands. It came away easily. I shocked them, as they tried to do with me. It might have been normal speed to me, but to them, they probably didn't know what hit them.

Bending down, I took the third thug's expensive looking phone, and contacted the police. It didn't take long, lying about what happened and telling them the location.

I was late, anyway.

But I didn't see the figure behind me.

Why didn't that taser affect me? Am I immune to electricity? That must be it, or I would've dropped, right?

Thoughts swirled in my mind, repeating themselves over and over again. Today was Sunday, the day I always go to church. The church I went to had a lot of earnest people. They never said anything about my physical appearance, but they didn't say anything at all to me either.

Usually, after church ends, I cut through the park next to it to save time. But today, I didn't feel like it. I needed time to think about yesterday. So I took the alleys instead. That wasn't a problem, but I had to be careful that I didn't attract anyone that thought I was a female, and wanted to have some fun. I wasn't in the mood.

I was shook out of my thoughts when I accidentally bumped into someone. "Excuse me," I murmured, continuing to walk, but the person I'd bumped into grabbed my arm harshly, stopping me in my tracks.

"At least apologize, lady," the person said, softening his grip on my left arm. The word "lady" made me snap. I hated that word. It added the last drop of fuel to my frustration tank. The wheel lid blew off. All of the sudden, I heard a yelp of pain mixed with surprise, and felt him snatch his hand back. I looked at him with confused eyes.

The person was tall, and had flaming red hair held up by a dark green headband. His eyes were, too, green, but a more vivid shade. His skin was tan compared to my pale. He was looking at his hand and then at me.

When I swerved my eyes on the hand that touched me, they widened. His hand was badly burnt, skin around the shiny burn bruise-yellow. I was at loss for words. My larynx seemed to be disobeying my wishes. Finally, I opened my mouth, and spoke.

"I'm. . . sorry. I didn't. . ." I couldn't come up with an explanation. What did I do? What was this nice feeling? I didn't feel empty anymore.

The person, to my surprise, smiled widely. "It's okay. You're probably an Uncertain, someone who isn't aware of their Ability. I totally understand what you're feeling, I did the same thing once," he said, in a chipper and assuring tone. I didn't hear any hints of despise in his voice. But I still kept my guard up. He could just be a really good liar, like me.

I looked at the hand again, and winced. It was horrible. I opened my bookbag, and pulled out a handkerchief. It was plain, but it'll do. I just hoped he wouldn't take it because I looked like a freak and thought he would turn into one just because it was mine.

Ignoring his small protest, I took the injured hand, and carefully wrapped the cloth around the burn. I felt his stare on me. Of course, he should. Why wouldn't he? A freak stranger he just met hurt him and was now trying to apologize with a makeshift bandage.

When the handkerchief was tied securely, I let go, and took a step back, not meeting his brilliant green eyes.

"I can't do anything to make the pain stop, and I can't apologize to your satisfaction either, besides that. It's not helpful, but that's the least I can do. When you reach your house, you can treat it yourself, or go to the hospital. As for the cloth. . . You keep it. Burn it or use it as a rag; do whatever you want with it. It's yours now."

I was only a couple of feet away from him when he asked an inquiring question out loud that surprised me a lot.

"What gaku do you go to?" I stopped. Without turning, I gave him an answer that would leave him positively puzzled for a long while. Then I continued walking. Why should I bother giving him the name also? He'd just probably try to embarrass me during my school days.

"I don't go to a school. I'm older than you think."

I haven't seen for a week since then.

These were my choices: here, in Asia, Japan; or there, in North America, the United States.

Where should I go? Here, or there?

Neither. I didn't want to go to a college that was for Abilities: the Gifted.

I don't have haburi, or any kind of chikara. So why was it that he wants me to go to a place for the Gifted? I didn't want to go. I don't have to, right?

Apparently, I do.

I looked at the paper Master gave me.

Black Order University, or Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It's your choice, Baka Deshi.- Marian Cross

Why? Why did he leave? Is it because I wasn't what Master wanted me to be? Or was it that he was in danger? What was it? Why can't he tell me? Does he not trust me? Am I that unworthy of secrets?

I stared at the two choices a little longer. Then, I ripped it in half, slipped the left half in my pocket, and crumbled the other.

Black Order sounds better than School for Gifted Youngsters.

So. . . This can be either a cliff-hanged one-shot, or a multi-chapter.

Haburi means "power" in Japanese. Chikara is "strength" in Japanese. Baka Deshi is "Idiot/Dumb/Foolish Apprentice/Disciple/Pupil", what Cross usually calls Allen in the anime.

I need reviews people. That is, I need votes on continuing this or not.

Oh, and if you thought "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters" was from X-Men, you're right. I needed a name, don't sue me.

This fanfic is a replacement for Mendiosus, if you had in your Favorite Stories category.

Um, I'm not sure if I want to make a substitute for Gray Amongst Black and White, because nothing's coming up for that one. You'd have to give me one. Sorry. . .

But for Children's General, I have one. Sigh. That fanfic was a masterpiece. My mother fucking brother just HAD to delete it, didn't he? I'm sorry for that also. . .

Anyroad. . . The makeshift(look, Mrs. Douglas, I'm being literate! I used two vocabulary words! XD) fanfic for that one will be about Allen defeating the Earl, but is knocked into a different dimension where he's the Fourteenth, and what would happen if he was.

That fanfic was supposed to be published months ago. . . But I eradicated(another vocab! yay) that one. Why? Because I had absofuckingly NO plot for it.

And how to start it. . . You'd have to suggest some plots to me. . . Sorry for that too. . .

Tell me what you think.

Arrivederci.