It had been a dreadfully long day. The weather as always had been especially relentless as she arrived home drenched from head to toe due to an unsuspected down pour of icy rain. She grimaced, displeased at the sight of her muddy boots as she carelessly entered her dark, damp home. Life wasn't exactly as savory as she had always planned it would turn out to be. She had turned to the rather ungodly path of a bounty hunter using an unknown gift she deemed to be a curse to her slight advantage when the chance ever so rarely arose. Peeling off her soaked black trench coat she hung it on her make shift coat hanger as she then peeled off her elbow length black leather fingerless gloves and tossed them onto her small coffee table.

She walked through her home quietly in the dark as she did each and every single evening when she returned home dropping down wet items as she went along until she reached her bathroom. This had become the ever so mundane routine of her life.

In her room she finally switched her lamp on; the light it emitted was dull but comforting as she walked back through her home to her lounge where she started a fire in her antique fire place. Settling down with a bottle of wine she had fished out she got comfortable for the night. Her golem, Shadow buzzed around energetically as a simple sigh emitted from her. She created Shadow because she was alone but she was made from the very curse that got her so sadly rejected from society. Her golem too had a strange liking for chocolate which made her curious as from what she had observed from the others she had seen. They were more like machines doing the dirty work of cowards.

Shadow was also considerably smaller and would disguise herself as a bracelet or even an over the top, eccentric hair piece when she didn't like a situation. Flicking her hair out she frowned looking out her tall windows at how the "glorious" weather had changed like a woman scorned. Jagged bolts of lightning tearing through the strangling inkiness of the rabid sky beyond the panes of glass that protected her from Mother Nature's wrath, as the wind pounded the side of the buildings with the force of thousands of savage wolves howling too the hiding moon.

A knock on her door startled her causing her to spill her glass of wine. "Shit." She mumbled inaudibly hoping that whoever it was at her door had a good reason for invading her personal space.

Stumbling from her seat she walked to her door opening it roughly when she was greeted by a familiar scowling face. The face of the pretty boy, Yuu Kanda an exorcist of the Black Order who had more than just a chip on his shoulder when it came to her. The look on his face told her she was yet again in shit for something she most likely did wrong. It was always the case when he pitched up at the door.

"My, my look what the cat dragged in, you look like shit Yuu-kun, now what do you want?" she asked distastefully meeting his scowl with one of her own.

"Woman, we need to talk, the heads at the order are pissed with you yet again." He growled as he pushed past her slender form and stood by her sofa glaring at her.

"Well why don't you just barge in and make yourself at home while you at it," she closed the door with a thud, "Oh wait, you already have. Now cut to the chase Yuu-kun what did I do wrong this time?" she glared at him, smirking inwardly at the way he irked when she called him Yuu-kun.

"You stuffed up one of our missions again." He scowled coldly at her as she stalked around him.

"And what are you gonna do about it pretty boy? Punish me? Make me beg for forgiveness and promise to be a good little girl? I don't think so." She purred sarcastically as she plopped herself down on her sofa and filled her glass with wine once more.

"The Order has put out instructions that we are to bring you in under any circumstances." His voice was low and dangerous as his dark hawk like eyes watched her.

"How many times are you going to keep repeating yourself puppet? I told you once before and I will repeat myself again. I'm not going near that fucking circus with you or anyone as a matter of fact. And by the way where are your little fan boys? They must be so heartbroken that you left them alone again." She toyed with him boredly when he snatched the glass from her hand smashing it into the wall.

"Stop beating around the bush, you can do this the easy way or you can do it the hard way which in your case will be painful Sera." She glanced up at him, a devilish smirk playing at the corners of her full lips.

"Sounds kinky pretty boy, I like pain." She taunted watching as he irked again.

He glared at her as she chuckled darkly at the expression on his face.

"Awe has the cat got your tongue Yuu-kun? Don't worry I'm just fucking with ya." She purred deviously as the said exorcist stood shaking with rage.

"Yuu-kun you know where the door is, I suggest you leave and don't let the door hit you on the way out, you've over stayed your welcome." She faked sweetness as she looked up at him. He simply turned and stomped out, slamming the door that it rattled in its old frame as she left.

The daughter of General Cross was even more troublesome than her father, the result of one of his nights out. Sera Cross. The raven haired illegitimate child of the raucous Marion Cross, like her father who had Santa Maria she had her own help she called on. Like his gun he used she too used a gun, an oversized strange looking sniper rifle. Her innocence was strange just like she was, it would numb all the senses or she could burn you alive just by a look if she wanted. The latter ability manifesting in a shadow created by her golem which she too had created, strange, powerful and downright rebellious, she was her father's child through and through.

Cross had met her before his disappearance when she ran into him naturally she had her father's same strange red eyes which made the man curious about the girl and then the truth came out. Her father had doted on her and that's how the Black Order came to know about her. She was constantly causing hassles with the Order by killing akuma which had been assigned to members to kill. And been a bounty hunter she had collected ample pieces of innocence and hidden them somewhere claiming to have sold them off, but her lifestyle was what had given her away. She knew the Earl would give her what she wanted money wise for the innocence but the daughter of Cross was not stupid, she was an extremely intelligent woman who proved t be extremely resourceful looking at her condition in which she lived.

She sat glaring at the flames of her fire as she sipped on her wine, she refused to go to the Order and become a puppet under the orders of others. That was one thing about her. She never followed rules; she knew they were all made to be broken.