Title: A Sister's Love
Summary: Where Miranda and Allen have always been siblings and Miranda needs to protect her little brother from the darkness of the world, along with awkward situations where a certain Noah takes a strange fascination with her.
Tags: Siblings, Semi-AU. Miranda Centric
A/N: Most chapters may or may not be short. First few will be though. Bear with me, please. Rating is subject to change per chapter. As the story progresses, story will become more rated M, mature.
Pairings: Miranda x Tyki & Allen x Road
Warnings: Possible OOC-ness, grammar & spelling.
Miranda loved her baby brother. There was a ten age difference between them and it was by strange accident they found one another.
To keep the long tale short, Miranda had found out her parents, who abandoned her at eleven, had a child, then abandoned that child because of some imperfection. She was twenty-one when she found out and soon after went in search of her missing brother: to give him the love he deserved. Maybe he would have hated her, but she didn't care then.
She went to the catholic orphanage, only to be sent backwards by the cruel nuns at the mention of the "demon child". Miranda was distraught when she learned he ran away years ago. Further hunts sent her to a circus that was in place for the past ten years, and when she asked if they ever had a boy with a deformed arm and brown hair, she was told a man took him away.
But Miranda learned about him. The circus called her little brother "Red", because his deformed arm was that of a demon's and red like blood. Some time after working as a chore boy for them, he met a temporary clown named Mana. The man took in "Red" as his own apprentice, and has since been gone.
Naturally, she was beginning to lose hope at ever finding the boy called Red.
At a bar, she sat alone in the corner, staring down at the stack of papers in front of her. Each paper held a clue to where her brother was, markings on maps, notes, old news clippings. Her heart was aching against her chest and a tall glass of brandy at her side. She wanted to get drunk, she wanted to just mope at her pathetic life. If only she knew sooner, if only she had attempted at that job sooner.
This was something she placed her heart, mind, and life into. She gave up a normal life in her home in Germany to find her brother, to show someone did care for him.
That was when the chair in front of her scraped against the wood. Startled, she had looked up and was met with a red-haired man in a black and gold coat.
"You've been looking around for a boy, I've heard."
And she met Allen Walker. Her baby brother. The red haired man was his teacher, a general for the Black Order, Marian Cross.
Soon after, the general matched her to an Innocence, an anti-akuma weapon: Time Record. Time Record was her old godfather clock she had left in her apartment. The next week, she was placed as his apprentice.
Allen seemed unsure at first of her, just like she was with him. How else were they suppose to be with one another? Allen was barely getting over the death of his adoptive father, Mana. Miranda was just social awkward and wasn't that much useful. But they soon clicked to the point they refused to be far from one another. They struggled together with their bad luck and trying to pay off General Cross's debts.
She was twenty five now, Allen was fifteen. They were just how siblings could be. Laughing, joking, enjoying what they could.
They were soon placed officially into the Black Order and a few months later she was given the shattering news.
Allen, her baby brother, was without his innocence. In other words. . . dead.
To be Continued.