I don't own anything that you recognize. If I did then Lavi would've been Allen's big brother.

Summary: Allen won. Duh. But over 100 years later an evil starts to stir again. To combat this threat, Allen Walker was reborn. As a girl. (sucks for him! But his soul was wiped clean.) Artemis Cain thinks she's crazy, what with her creepy birthmark over her right eye and a funky cross shaped scar on her left hand; lets not forget that she sees these THINGS floating over people's heads. When she is attacked by a new generation akuma, she gets sent back into the past (saved by the bright light anybody?) and starts her exorcist training. Here's the prologue of Heir to the Crown.

~Artemis's POV~

I was just walking down the street after school. My foster brother Troy had gotten detention so I had to walk home alone. Yeah, not such a good idea. I knew that this was a bad neighborhood, but I still walked home by myself. If I hadn't done that, well, none of this would have happened. Nobody really liked me. I had a creepy birthmark and a weird scar, plus part of my hair was silvery gold. Anyway, so I was walking down this really creepy street, the streetlights didn't work, it was the dead of winter, the sun had set hours ago, and stupid me was in my thin school polo and cutoffs without even a jacket. And without any type of weapon.

So while stupid 15-year-old me was walking down the dark street I saw it again. Every now and then I see a person with this dead looking creature/head thing hanging over them. Nobody else saw it, and I had learned long ago not to mention it to anybody anyway. This time it was over this gangster looking white guy wannabe. He looked ragged and the thingy just made him look even creepier. He sauntered over to me, a sick grin on his face. "Hello babe, you wanna dance?" he asked.

The look on his face was somewhere between hungry and excited. I tried to push past him. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me backwards. "Now, now, trying to run little girl? Are you scared of the big bad man?" he taunted me. "Leave me alone you creep!" I hissed at him as I started backing away. This guy's grin now was almost ear to ear, it was so freaking scary. I quickly ran trough my options. No weapon, that idea's shot. I couldn't hit very hard, the only thing about me that was strong was my legs and I really didn't want to put my feet anywhere NEAR that weird floaty thingy. And I had used up my last can of whupass on the jerk who punched my baby brother (Troy). Crap, I'm so dead.

I tried to run away. As I turned to do so, the guy's ear to ear grin split. I mean like literally split. His entire head split in half, so did his body. In his place was this monstrous creature that looked like a big bouncy ball covered in machine guns. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" it called as a bullet thing shot out and exploded the ground behind me, leaving this huge crater that even I wouldn't be able to jump over. "Do I even get a say in this?" I asked as I cowered before this monster.

"NO."

Okay, plain and simple it is then. I was about to scream and the monster was about to kill me when this shaft of white light appeared between us. "What is this trickery?" the monster asked. I didn't answer as I reached out and touched the edge of the beam that stretched into the sky. Suddenly everything around me changed.

I wasn't in New Orleans anymore. I was in this backstreet ally somewhere completely different. I looked at the streetlamp. It wasn't a streeplamp- it was a gas powered old fashioned light. I heard a scuff of somebody's shoe behind me. "Who's there?" I hissed as I spun around. "You can call me Cross." Said the man, his wild red hair and unusual mask thing twinkling in the gas light. "You are in London. It's 1889."

I felt my eyes widen as Cross said the last sentence. "You're joking." It was not a question. "Not in the slightest. What's your name girl?" "Artemis Cain." "How old are you?" "Fifteen. Why?" Cross shook his head. "A bit older than most of them." He muttered. "Than most of who?" I snapped, wanting to know why he kept asking me stupid questions. "Than most of my apprentices. My last one was about ten years old when I found him." I was confused.

"Why would you be comparing me to your apprentices? And what the heck would a guy like you teach an apprentice?" I asked, wary of the answer. "I am an exorcist. As for why I'm comparing you to my other apprentices, you are my newest one." I bet my eyes almost popped out of my head. "What?!" "You are a reincarnate of an exorcist Artemis. You are also an exorcist yourself. You need training and you need guidance." "What the heck is a reincarnate?"

Cross sighed. "A reincarnate is someone who has had a past life. When they died in that past life, their soul was wiped clean and reborn. That new life is a completely different person with only a few similarities with who they were before." "Is that why I see things?" "If you see floating creatures above people's heads, then yes." Made sense, sort of. I mean, I had been seeing things like that all my life. "What if I don't wanna be your apprentice?" "Do you not want to be?"

He had me there. "Do you know who I was in my past life?" I asked Cross.

"Yes."

"Are they alive in this time period?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna tell me who they are?"

"No."

"JERK!"

A/N: so here it is. I'll upload the next chappie when I get a review, I don't care what it sounds like. Anyway, this is just my idea that popped into my head a few days ago. I might follow the storyline a bit, but other than that this fic is like a completely differentish world. Just a little bit. Thanks for reading!

1 teenager + duck tape + 2 much time = CHAOS!

~SeeSea17