Note: Hey all! This story is being written by me (Dallas, AKA: BloodCoveredKisses), Ashley, and Lisa. All of Dallas's chapters are mine, Ashley's are hers, and Raikou's are Lisa's. Written respectively. Please feel free to r&r, it's much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this story, it'll be updated irregularly but hopefully we'll be getting back into the swing of things soon. If this is your first time reading, keep in mind that we started this story way back in 2010, so some of the writing and character development isn't all that great. No flames or outright rudeness, please. Love the DGM fandom and all of you guys who've been supporting me and this story, it means so so much.

Chapter 1 is in memory of Madison Boudreaux. Love and miss you, always. Happy reading!


Chapter 1

~Dallas~

As I sat at the kitchen table, I stretched out my arms before me and yawned, looking at the bracelets around my wrists. They were exactly the same; black with a white vine design that wrapped around the bracelet then grew to a rose. I stared at them, remembering that day. Remembering the day I got the bracelets.

"Happy tenth birthday!" Madison, my sister, said in delight. I grabbed the small box in her outstretched hands and shook it a bit with a quizzical expression on my face. "Just open it already!" she said in impatience. I laughed and ripped the brown paper off, then opened the box and my mouth dropped in awe. Inside were the most beautiful pieces of jewelry I had ever seen. Two matching bracelets. One for each hand. I ran to my sister and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, Sissy. I love them! I'll wear them forever!" I said. "You'd better take good care of those, Dallas. Okay? They're really special." She whispered into my hair and I nodded. After eating some cake and chatting a bit, we realized that it was nine-thirty in the evening. Our parents were about to see me and my sister off to bed when there was a knock at the door. My sister went to get it quickly, the rest of us staring at the door in confusion. After all, who would've been knocking on doors this late in the night? Madison opened the door and we all looked to see a little old lady holding a basket filled with roses.

"Hello there young lady." She said in a shaking, fragile voice. "I heard it was the youngest child's birthday. Would you like to buy some flowers for the dear?" My sister looked at mom and dad who shook their heads no, then turned to the old woman again, "No thank you, ma'am." Just before my sister closed the door, the old woman dropped the basket, the red roses falling to the ground.

"A-are you okay...?" My sister said, for the woman was now shaking. Soon, the shaking turned to convulsions, her body jerking in all directions. We gathered around the door to see if there was anything we could do. Then, with a sickening ripping noise, a large, round shaped machine ripped through the skin of the lady, and turned slowly to face us. We all gasped in horror as it pointed its several guns at my sister. It then smiled wickedly as it shot purple bullets in her direction. My father ran, pulling me and my mother under the table.

"SISSY!" I screamed. The machine was done shooting, and as the dust cleared away I saw her body. She was lying motionless on the floor. "NO!" we all screamed at once, tears of utter disbelief and terror escaping my eyes. My mother went to my sister's body, breaking free of my father's grasp. She was leaning over her and sobbing, "NO! No, no, no, not my baby! NO!" she screamed between sobs, taken over by grief. To my horror, the machine pointed its guns towards her as well, and I let out a blood-curdling scream of agony as the machine shot her with the bullets, too. "MOM!" I screamed.

"YVETTE!" My dad yelled my mother's name in pure agony. He ran to where she and Madison lay, sobbing over them both. I crawled from under the table slowly and knelt over their bodies, nudging their sides. "Mom...? Sissy...?" I whispered brokenly. I watched as black stars started forming on their bodies, until all of their skin was black. "NO!" I screamed, as they turned to dust. My father and I cried. A sickeningly sweet odor filled the house, and I coughed through my sobs. I turned to where the monster was, but it was gone.

I ran outside at once. "NO! COME BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY BEST FRIEND AND MY MOTHER AND GET AWAY WITH IT! BRING THEM BACK! BRING THEM BACK!" I screamed at the dark sky.

That was the day I swore to myself that I would try my hardest for my father's sake. I also swore to myself that I would never take off my bracelets. And I haven't. It's been a while since that day. A lot of things had changed. Now I was sixteen, and I wasn't the helpless child I was before. I felt like I could actually do something now. Though I didn't know exactly what.

I felt tears streaming down my face, and kept them there. I just sat at the table for a moment longer, and then sighed as I realized that I needed to get out of the house. Too many sickening memories filled this place. I stood up and stretched some more, then went into my room to open the closet doors. I picked out a dark purple dress with a v-neck and short sleeves. My father was at work, and we didn't have enough money to put me through school so I did whatever I wanted throughout the day. After slipping on the dress I went into the bathroom to examine my face.

My eyes were the slightest bit puffy, for I was just crying. But everything looked okay besides that. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, then got out my brush and ran it through my short, dark brown hair, situating my bangs to where they swooped in front of my right eye. There. Just the way I liked it. After doing that I looked at my reflection more closely. I had unique eyes; they were greenish brown with a small hint of blue around the edges. I also had pale skin, though not ghastly pale, and naturally rosy cheeks. I also had pink lips, the lower lip being slightly bigger than the top. After looking at my appearance I sighed and walked into the kitchen again.

I slipped on my black flats and glanced at the clock. It was twelve forty-five, so it was a good time to go grocery shopping. I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door, smiling at the neighbors I walked past and waving. I turned down the street that led to the market and was surprised to see that it was almost completely empty. Usually this street was full, but today only one person besides myself was there. He looked about my age. He had black, shaggy hair and wore some baggy clothes. He was leaning against a building. I walked closer to him, and as I was about to pass, he spoke. "Hey." He said casually. I looked down to my hands and noticed that the white parts of my bracelets were giving off a faint glow, which disturbed me. They had never done that before.

"Uhm...hello." I said. "What's your name?" he asked directly. This was odd. I knew just about everyone in the village. So how come I didn't know this person? Something told me that I should leave, so, following that instinct, I turned the slightest away from him. "I'm sorry, but I actually have to, er, go now. So...bye." I turned to walk away but was stopped because his hand was holding onto the back of my dress. "Excuse me, but-"

I was cut off as he turned me to face him roughly, and he pushed me against a wall to another building. I was frozen in shock. Then I gasped in horror as his body collapsed into convulsions, then a monster came out of his skin. "No." I murmured, eyes wide. The...thing had a large head, much like a baby dolls except exceedingly uglier. Then its body was considerably smaller. It lifted me by my collar, leaving me to claw and scratch at its hands, struggling for breath. "Where is the innocence?" It asked in a scratchy, high-pitched voice. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. Just as I feared I might die from lack of oxygen, the creature screamed and dropped me to the ground.

I saw a boy in the distance as I was lying on the ground. He was pointing some sort of gun at the creature. Wait, no. The gun was his left arm. The boy must've been either my age or a little older, but his hair was strikingly white. I wondered why that was... He also had a peculiar red scar around his left eye. And his eyes...they were a light blueish gray. He was wearing some sort of black uniform with an elaborate white cross over his heart. He wore a cloak with it too...This boy was absolutely beautiful...

"That's no way you should be handling a lady." He said, his voice dark. Then his arm transformed into a giant claw, and he sliced the creature into three halves from which it exploded. "Bring forth salvation to this tortured akuma's soul." He muttered, and then turned to me. His arm then turned back to a somewhat normal form; the shape was right, but the color was all wrong. His left arm was black. He slipped on a glove before walking over to where I lay on the ground. "Hi." He said, extending his arm to help me up and smiling.

I looked at his outstretched hand for a moment and hesitated. The white parts of my bracelets were glowing more brightly than before, shining and pulsing in the dim light of the afternoon. I quickly took his hand and pulled myself up. As soon as I got up though, I suddenly became light-headed and dizzy, almost falling to the ground. But I never did. The boy caught me, and I blushed. I turned out of his arms to face him and brushed a strand of hair out of my face before hiding my hands behind my back. "Thank you for saving me, uh..." I trailed off, not even knowing my savior's name. "Allen." He put in. "My name is Allen Walker. And you are...?"

"I'm Dallas..." I said shyly. "It's nice to meet you, Dallas." He said, and I nearly melted at his soft, crooked smile.

"So that creature was...an akuma?" I asked Allen. We were at a restaurant near my house. He insisted he tell me about what happened. "Yes." he answered simply. "And you... you're an...exorcist?"

"Yes." Suddenly his expression became determined. "It's my job as an exorcist to rid akumas of their torturous sins." I was shocked by his sudden mood change. Then I looked down at my bracelets. They were still glowing. I hid them under the table and Allen noticed, giving me a confused look, his head titled to one side. He was so completely adorable...

"Dallas?" He asked cautiously. I had been staring at him. Crap. I pulled my gaze away from his and stared at the wooden table, blushing. "Yes?" I asked quietly. "Do your bracelets always do that?" I widened my eyes at the table. Could I tell him? What would he do? "No...they don't usually glow like this. They did when the akuma attacked me too, but they didn't shine this brightly until you came..." I trailed off, suddenly embarrassed. I looked up at him, the blush on my cheeks fading a little.

"I'm thinking you might have innocence in those bracelets." He said, smiling slightly. "Innocence?" I asked. That's what the akuma had mentioned. "Innocence is the material used in anti-akuma weapons that makes it able to actually kill akuma." He said. "Wait," I said. "Why would...why would I have this...innocence?" He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Dallas, God chooses those he deems worthy to hold innocence in either a weapon or in their body, like me. If in your bracelets you do in fact have innocence, that means that God has chosen you as an apostle." I stared at him in shock, my mouth slightly open.

His smile got wider and we stayed like that for a few moments until he turned his head abruptly towards the window we were sitting by. "What is it, Allen?" I asked. "I sense an akuma..." He said. "What...?" "I can sense akuma from miles away and see their souls with my left eye." He said quietly. I didn't reply, I just stared at his beautiful face. Suddenly, we heard a blood-curdling scream from the street.

Allen instantly got up, and I followed him out the door. We ran to the street and looked up at the sky. There were five akuma floating above the throng of people, and I heard Allen whisper, "Innocence activate." I looked at his left arm as it transformed into his anti-akuma weapon. My eyes widened as he jumped up and sliced one of the akuma in two before it exploded. "Dallas!" he yelled my name. I turned toward him.

"Try to activate your innocence." he said. "I think your wrong about me...I couldn't be chosen by God..." I said, tears flooding my eyes as I remembered the night everything happened again when I stared at the akuma. Allen came over to me and gave me a look of concern, then gave me a reassuring smile. "Dallas...it's okay. Trust me. You'll be fine. Just say 'Innocence activate'." I looked down at my feet.

'He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know what I've been through. But didn't I promise myself that Mother and Madison's deaths wouldn't be in vain?' I thought. I looked back up at Allen with a new determination in my eyes. "Okay." I said, and he watched as I stepped away and looked at my bracelets. "Innocence...activate...?" I said, quietly, uncertainly. Nothing happened. I could feel Allen's gaze on me, it made me uncomfortable. Something should have been happening now, right?

I closed my eyes tightly and squeezed my hands in a tight fist. I then felt tears crawl out of the corner of my eyes, and roll down my cheeks slowly as I took a deep breath. "Innocence, ACTIVATE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and felt a sudden warmth in my hands. I opened my eyes and looked down at my wrists. The white vines on the bracelets were creeping up my hand, twirling around it, extending. I gasped in shock as I found my hands covered by black fingerless gloves, the white vine design had twirled around my hand like a snake, and the roses rested on the palms of my hands. I turned to look at Allen who smiled at me reassuringly.

I felt a sudden urge to...what was it...? Kill? No, it couldn't be that...but it was. I felt more...what was the word? Powerful. I felt powerful. I looked at Allen. "What do I do now?" I asked. "Approach an akuma. See what happens when it tries to attack." He said. Then he watched as I approached a nearer akuma. It looked exactly like the one who killed my sister and my mom. Sudden rage filled me. I let out a scream of anger and jumped to its level, punching with all my might, tears pouring from my face.

I didn't even need to punch as hard as I did, the akuma blew up the second my hand made hard contact with it. I went to the next one and punched it just as hard. This was a great way to get out anger. I went to the last one left jumped up, and realized that me and Allen hit it at the same time. I landed on my feet then sank to my knees, putting my hands to my face. I felt another wave of comfortable heat as my innocence deactivated, turning the fingerless gloves back into my bracelets. I was crying into my hands, and I heard Allen approach me. He leaned down in front of me and pried my hands away from my face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern plain in his voice. I looked up and nodded miserably. "I-I-I'm fine...better than fine...That felt so good." I said, my voice shaking. I didn't want to tell Allen about my past just yet; I decided that that would have to wait until later. He took my hand and helped me up, then placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Dallas," He said, "I need to take you to the Order now." He said.

I had a long talk with my dad, who decided to let me go after I convinced him to. I said I would write frequently, and I would. So we arrived at this "Black Order" as Allen called it. This place was basically an exorcist HQ, where we lived and worked. This was my new "family". It was a large, black castle, which was so tall the top part could barely be seen through the night clouds. The only way in I could find was a large cliff. I stared at it, eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open. "Do we actually have to climb that?" I asked incredulously. Allen laughed, and I looked at him.

"No. I actually did on my first day..." He said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. He was so cute when he was embarrassed! I realized I was looking at him longer than I should and averted my gaze toward my feet, shifting my suitcase to the other hand. "So, how do we actually get to that building?" I asked. "There's an elevator." He said.

After taking the elevator, we made it to the gatekeeper who did a scan on me and said that I wasn't an akuma. 'No shit.' I thought in annoyance as we walked through into the building. Allen was greeted by many people I didn't know, and some people stared at me like I was an alien. I almost wanted to scream, "What are you looking at!" But I didn't. I just really don't like being stared at. Allen led me to one very, extremely messy room, which he called Komui's. Whoever this Komui was, he really needed to clean up his office.

Then, a slim man wearing a white lab coat and a white beret that covered black hair showed up, smiling. "I would assume you're Dallas?" He asked me. I stared at him in shock. How did he know me? "I think I'm right." He looked at Allen who nodded. "Dallas, this is Komui." Allen said. "I called him to tell him that I found another accommodator."

"Oh. Uhm, Hi." Was all I could say, giving Komui a smile. He then took a deep breath. "Dallas, I'll have you come with me now." He said. I followed him out of his office, giving Allen a goodbye glance. "I'll see you around." He said, smiling the cutest smile ever, his eyes closing. I smiled then followed Komui up many stairs, then onto a platform. It was literally suspending in mid-air. Komui pushed a button which sent us flying upwards, then into a large, empty room. Komui smiled at me. "Dallas, we're going to test your innocence." He said. Who was 'we'?

I gasped as I saw a giant white...creature appear. I assumed it was a she by the shape of her lips. She looked like a centipede of some sort, glowing and white. "This is Hevlaska." Komui said.

"Come here, child." Hevlaska said gently, her voice a smooth wisp. I was terrified, my feet rooted to the spot in which I was standing. I didn't move. I just stood there, wide-eyed as Hevlaska extended many (what were they...arms?) to hold me. I sat there in her arms as she talked to me. "I'm going to test your Innocence, Dallas. It won't hurt a bit." She said, then pressed her lips against my wrists, which she was holding up. She started counting.

"10%, 25%, 38%, 42%, 51%" then she stopped. "You have synchronized with your Innocence up to 51%. That's exceedingly well for someone who has only used their innocence once." I blushed a bit at the praise and didn't feel scared anymore as Hevlaska gently placed me back down onto the floating platform. I looked up at her. "Hevlaska...if you don't mind me asking...what are you?" I felt terribly rude after I said it, but I didn't know how else to phrase the question.

To my surprise, she wasn't offended. "I am an exorcist." She said simply. "Really?" I asked. "Yes." After that, Komui briefly told me it was time to go and pushed a button on the platform. We then went out large double doors. I saw someone waiting there. Actually, two somebodies. A girl who looked my age, with pale skin and blue eyes. She had long blond hair, and was barefoot to my surprise. She was clearly not Indian, but she was wearing a beautiful red and gold sari. I idly wondered who she was when my attention was brought to the person who had been standing next to her.

He was wearing a similar outfit to Allen's, though he wasn't wearing a cloak. His hair was long and black, it was tied up into a ponytail. His skin was pale, and his eyes were dark. He was walking away. He must've been an exorcist by the look of the sword hanging around his back, and the uniform he was wearing. 'I hope I get to know him...' I thought.

Komui turned to me. "Dallas, this is Ashley." He gestured to the girl in the sari. I gave a small wave and smiled briefly while she smiled. "Ashley is also a new exorcist. You two should go get dinner together, but first she needs to get her Innocence checked by Hevlaska. Just wait here for a few moments." He said

"Okay." I replied as they walked through the large double doors I had just walked out of a while ago. I then leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest and letting my bangs cover my eyes, and waited.