A/N: I know I really shouldn't be starting new fanfics so often and then not updating them but I really needed to get this out. I recently watched 07 Ghost and I just love Ayanami! I like the whole story line too and all of the fanfictions that people have come up with. There's just not enough 07 Ghost fanfics so I'm going to contribute to it! Please review and tell me what you think about it.

Chapter 1:

It's pretty. Just like snow.

"Luka, get up!" A large muscled fist smashed into the spot where Luka's head was just moments before. He picked himself up and took in his surroundings, counting the number of teammates still able to fight. Two left. Only 3 were left of the 7 members of group A; all the other had already been incapacitated. He shook the words from his mind. It's pretty. Just like snow. Why was he thinking about things like that at a time like this, where he was fighting for his life? Sounds like the kind of things Altair would say, he mused, thinking of his younger twin sister.

"Bring it on, you little punks. For everyone of you I beat, my sentence is shortened," the target roared. He was a large and extremely muscled man, with piercings dotting his eyebrows and lips, a vicious grin upon his face. He had been rated as one of the top criminals of the country, before he was captured. His crimes were of countless rapes, murders, and forgery. Killing him wouldn't make Luka feel guilty. All he had to think about was what if the criminal had not been locked up? It could have been Altair that he would have gone after, adding her to the long list of rape and murder victims.

"Luka, watch out!" one of his teammate's shouted. Luka ducked at the last second as the criminal swung at him. Unfortunately, though he had dodged the first attack, he didn't take into consideration that the man would follow up with an even faster swing with his other hand, resulting with Luka flung up against the thick glass dome, with the wind knocked out of him. His hand found its way down to his ribs, feeling to see if they were broken or not. Luckily, for him they weren't. Bruised, probably. The target lost interest in him, having thought that Luka was also disabled, and began attacking the two other teammates, Chex and Wicket.

His heart was racing, so much adrenaline coursed through him but he couldn't find a way to make himself get up, his abdomen ached too much. He'd underestimated the giant man. Just because he was huge and muscled like an olympian weight lifter, Luka had thought that he would be slow and easy to handle. He needed to take him out. That was the only way that he would pass the Begleiter exam and become a real soldier of the Barsburg Military. He couldn't just give up now.

He struggled to get up again, panting and legs still shaking from the impact, and then heard a knock from behind him. He craned his neck to view who it was. The figure behind the glass and metal framing smiled at him, hands pressed up against the glass. Her mismatched eyes stared straight into his own grey eyes, urging him to get up and fight. Luka was slightly confused. Those grey and blue-green eyes and maroon colored hair, he'd know them from anywhere, but for her to be here at the arena?

Noticing the surprise in Luka, her smile widened as she mouthed to him. Get up and fight dumbass. This is what you wanted, right? So get in there and fight! Come on, you're stronger than that right, big brother?

Luka grinned at her words of encouragement. As if just by her being there, he felt a surge of energy in him as he struggled to his feet again. This of course, gained the attention of the behemoth who had just finished playing with the Chex and Wicket, both of who were no lying at the feet of said man. "Oi, who's that little girly, behind the glass? Is she yours? Mind if I have some fun afterwards when I'm done beating you to a bloody pulp?" He roared with laughter.

Luka tensed. Even though he knew that there was no way that if he in the chance that he did lose, the criminal was going to be let out, he still worried about the welfare of his sister. He turned back to see if she had lipread what the giant had said and see her what her reactions were. His sweat dropped. His sister never ceased to amaze him. There she was, blowing a raspberry at the criminal and making faces.

"You little brat! I'll get you even if you're behind the stupid damn glass." Anger clouding his mind, the behemoth ran towards Luka and Altair, his fist aiming to break the glass and to punch in his last opponent's face. Luka ducked and sidestepped around just as his fist made contact with the glass. Altair smirked at the attempt to break it and continued making faces at the man. The man became even more enraged and began focusing solely on breaking the glass and reaching his hands around her thin neck and choking her to death, but not before raping her of course. He pounded against the glass repeatedly, each hit with more force, and soon enough, his efforts were awarded with a tiny crack in the glass. Seeing the glass begin to give way, the criminal sped up his attacks with no sign that he was tiring.

"Headmaster, the glass seems to be breaking from number 9065s onslaught. What should we do?" the female proctor said, concern evident in her voice.

The headmaster replied in a forced calm voice, "There's no way that it'll break. The glass is made of reinforced glass and plastic. No matter how hard that man hits, he'll never be able to break through it."

An almost inaudible crack was heard, as the damaged glass spidered outward.

"Headmaster, the glass seems to be breaking," another proctor commented.

Luka finally delt the deciding blow, growing tired of the target hammering away at the glass towards his sister. Loud gasps were heard within the arena, not from the decapitation of number 9065 but of the method that was used. He had used a zaiphon of course, since that was what was expected to be used, but instead of a blue zaiphon, it was red. Marking Luka as a Warsfiel. How the teachers had not discovered earlier on was only because, Luka had taken it upon his liberty to skip the practical skills lessons and all other lessons concerning the use of zaiphons.

"A Warsfiel?" Murmurs passed through the audience as the proctors announced that Team A had passed the exams and medics were entering the dome to deal with the injured students. He could feel the glares and cautious stares as he exited the dome making his way towards a medic to check on his injuries. Without any warning a body flew towards him, arms wrapped around his neck, almost chokingly.

"You passed. Good job, Luka," Altair said, smiling widely. She pulled away from and gave him a fast and hard punch to the gut.

"Urgh."

"That's for taking so long to beat him. If you weren't my brother, I'd probably be booing at you!"

Luka winced. "Ouch. That was one manly punch, Altair. Shouldn't you be treating an injured person like me better?"

Sticking her nose in the air and looking haughty, she answered snootily, "You deserved it."

"You're such a brat. Egging on the enemy does you no good. He really wanted to kill you, you know."

She grinned at him. "Aww, but you protected me didn't you, nii-san?"

He sighed and messed up her hair. "You never cease to amaze me, Altair. By the way, how did you get here? I'm pretty sure civilians aren't supposed to be in the academy during the exams or at all."

She snorted and tossed her head defiantly. "It's fine, you don't have to worry. I was helping Desya out at his workshop and he had some things to check up here. Did you know, I might apply for a position here as an engineer!" she said smoothing out her hair.

"Right. Well, I have a check up to attend to." He stopped. "Hey, Altair?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think about snow?"

"It's pretty, why?"

"Nothing," he replied. So it was Altair who had said that 'it' was pretty like snow. He didn't know what it was from but he couldn't get the thought of it out of his mind. He shook his head, hard and fast, forcing his attention back to the issues at hand. "In any case, how many times do I have to tell you to wear a contact over that eye? It's creepy."

Altair threw another punch at him, hitting her mark. The young, lithe girl shook her hand out resentfully as her brother doubled over in pain. "It's not creepy. It's cool. Besides which, it's fun being different."

"Hmm. Whatever. I'll see you at home later. See ya."

"'Kay. Bye," Altair replied to his retreating back. She touched her blue-green eye, or to be correct, Luka's eye. There was no way that she would ever cover it up. It was the eye that she had been so jealous of when she was younger and she was going to bear it proudly.

She had once been an immature, spoiled little brat who had coveted Luka's distinctly unique eyes. She got what she wanted. One eye was her own, the other was Luka's. Little did she know that the reason her parents had so easily agreed to the exchange was because of the power within Luka's eyes. They were not just normal human eyes but that of the angel Metatron, the keeper of the watch, God's heavenly scribe.

The eyes contained great information, all of which should have been lost and more. Having two wielders of the scribe's eyes was a smart move. If the wielder should die then this generation would lose the key to the past for a hundred thousand years, until the Recorder's eyes found its new host. But with two hosts, if one should die, the other would still retain the power of the eyes.

The only problem of splitting the eyes up was the information that is gathered. To make sure that new information is recorded into both eyes, the hosts must share the information by the eyes reflecting into each other.

Altair gave an exasperated sigh. It was time to go home, now where was the exit again?

The group of black and gold clad officers marched towards the conference room, the sounds of their boots alerting the lower soldiers of their presence, making them part like fish to a shark. Ayanami, the Chief of Staff of the Barsburg army, strode forward purposefully, paying little attention to those of lower rank, or those of bruised and threatened ego's left floundering in his wake. Wearing a peaked cap with the Barsburg insignia emblazoned on it, his uniform richly trimmed with gold, all but shouting his military supremacy, he continued onwards. His face was impassive as stone, his sharply sensual features always contracted into a scowl or of frozen disdain. There are those who despise him, but numbering far more in the majority were those who wanted to BE him. Because Chief of staff Ayanami fairly oozed power. He was tall, broad in the shoulders, narrow in the hips, and had deceptively elegant hands that could crush a mans throat with ruthless practicality. From his cool violet eyes that cut to the heart of a person, to his cruelly sensual lips, to the flex of his square jawline he was the very definition of an apex predator. Beneath the delicate violet shade of his iris, stared out a ravenous monster. A monster, with disturbingly silky platinum hair. With an almost eerie instinct, Ayanami tilted his head fractionally to his comrade striding in perfect rhythm with him.

Hyuuga was a black haired man never seen without his trademark and borderline against uniform regulation shades. He had a long face and angular jaw, a playful smile on his thin lips. His form was slender and broad shouldered but one could see the mass of muscles ripple beneath the black uniform. Hyuuga spoke with his also trademark sass and cultivated bored drawl.

"So Aya-tan what do you think of this years students? That boy was quite surprising. For sure, I thought he was going to be just like Teito!" Hyuuga stretched in a lazy slide of feline grace, and purred; "Imagine my surprise when he got back up and finished off his opponent."

"He lacked a fighting spirit," the leader answered coolly.

"Right, right. But then after seeing the girl, he got right back up. Even though I only caught glimpses of her, she's pretty cute! If you do choose him to be your Begleiter, help me get her number Aya-tan."

"From the hair and eye color, she's probably that boy's sister," another officer noted, this one tall and slender, with short brown hair and bangs hanging over his eyes, and a small mole on the right side of his mouth.

"Even better, ne, Aya-tan! You should definitely make him your Begleiter! Besides, I doubt that anyone else will take a Warsfiel on their team."

"We'll see," was all the Chief of Staff said as they reached their destination and the doors to the conference room opened.

A/N: So how was it? Not enough Ayanami, I know, but I felt like we needed to introduce the main characters first. How are Luka and Altair? Are they OOC? What about the canon characters?

Note: Luka and Altair are the main characters for this story but the main protaganist is Altair.

Care to R and R, anyone?