Disclaimer: I don't know -Man or any of the characters only Lucia.

Summary: AU. Lucia Rouge is the legendary poker player known around the world. But upon reaching London, she means another player who actually beats her. Being a sore loser, she goes to seek out this poker play know as Crown Clown for a rematch. Allen/OC

Chapter I
La Reine Rouge

There were four people sitting at the table. A man with short black hair and ice blue eyes; he seemed like the hostile type though the biting of his lip seemed to show that he worried. To his right was a man, probably just turned into his twenties, with slight long blonde hair and emerald green eyes. His face remained calm but his eyes kept moving from each player to the table in uncertainly. The third had long grey hair and fading brown eyes. He may be older that the other two but he seemed to have a solid face. His hands were neatly folded on top of the table but to the naked eye, they were trembling; self-doubt.

Finally, there was a young woman; that woman was me. I was trying to study my opponents' moves one by one - each of them having almost invisible faults in their poker faces. My face was completely emotionless as my eyes glanced towards the dealer.

Currently, the pot was around ten thousand dollars. Already ten people had left out table, leaving only the four of us. I could tell we would all do anything for that money, and each of us wanted to win more than anything. The silence between us was deafening.

"...I raise five hundred."

Everyone looked towards the blonde of the table, seeing him slide a couple chips in the middle. The other two males looked around. Soon, the other two seconded his notion and placed the same amount of chips in the middle. My eyes lingered on all of them as they turned towards me. Not to disappoint me, I did the same.

The dealer gave us all two cards and almost instantly, everyone slightly lifted their cards so only they could see what they got. I could see the black haired man's lip twitch, almost trying to hold back a smile while the old man's face held a neutral stance. The blonde seemed to pale slightly, but of course, hid it after a few seconds.

I did nothing.

"...Hit me." The old man called to the dealer, who had gave him a card faced down. Almost cautiously, he looked at it. I could see angry and frustration flicker in his eyes while a slight scowl appeared on his face. "Busted..." He murmured darkly while the blonde seemed almost relieved. The old man had a Jack of diamond and a five of spades before he got a Queen of spades.

The black haired man glanced up at the deal. "...Hit me." He said almost cockily. That was a bad mistake. The dealer handed him the card and he slapped the table, causing a loud 'thud'. "Damnit!" He snapped, grabbing his remaining chip closer to him, growling in frustration. He had a nine of clubs, seven of heats, and drew a five of diamond.

How unfortunate.

"I'll...stay." The blonde said cautiously, eyeing the other two who had failed. His emerald eyes landed on me, almost scared of what I was going to say. No doubt he was a new person to gambling; his poker face was tremble and he even paused with his sentence, as if he was going to change his mind.

I took another glance at my cards before placing them down again. "Hit me." I answered in a bland tone. The deal tossed the card towards me face down and I peered at it before placing it with my other two cards. "I'll stay." I told him before the blonde looked at me and I looked at him.

There was fear and excitement in his eyes as he stared at my cards on the table. He flipped his cards, revealing a ten of diamond and nine of clubs. Everyone's eyes turned to me, more my face than my cards. The thought I would give any signs of distraught or cockiness.

A pro never does.

"Player Thirteen wins." The Dealer called as I flipped my cards to reveal a King of Hearts and a nine of diamond. The other three groaned in annoyance or frustration. I stood up from the stole as the dealer pushed all the chips towards me and I finally smirked slightly. It only made the failures feel more like failures.

I put the chips in my bag, starting to walk away still smirking smugly. "Heh. La reine frappe à nouveau." I said in French. The old man and the dark haired guy's eyes widened while the blonde looked confused, and still pretty sad about losing.

"It could have been...could it?"

"La Reine Rouge...the legendary player from France."

Author's Note: Yes, I know this chapter sucks and is short but I try my best. There won't be too much French, don't worry. I don't know much about Poker - everything I know is from online DX I hope you liked it though!