A/N: No characters from -Man belongs to me and nothing else connected to it do either, they belong to Hoshino Katsura completely. By saying this you can not sue me.

"And this is the Black Boots as they once were called, owned by Lenalee Lee in the early nineteen hundreds. It was said that they hosted magical powers." the guide stated, obviously bored as she had probably said the same thing fifteen times that day and a million times throughout the year.

My whole being, however, was itching to get closer and to touch those boots, grab them and run. They were said to attract demons, though they long gone as the exorcists that once existed had erased their existence. I continued to look at them longingly, repeating everything I knew about the fact in my head.

Items embedded with the crystal of God, a weapon to fight the evil on Earth. It was created after the flood and existed to cleanse the world and free corrupted souls of their suffering. So far the Black Boots, Odzuchi Kodzuchi, Mugen and Time Record had been found and they claimed there was no more. Those were the only weapons God had granted us and they were no longer needed.

I looked at my hands, hearing the guide blabber on uninterested in the background of my thoughts; I couldn't help but feel something was missing. I felt as though something had been overseen. Like something was yet to be found.

I looked around me, noting the others' faces shimmering in interest at the guides words and I noticed something that seemed to just stick out in the background. It was of no particular reason it did, I just felt as though it was something important. I raised myself onto my tip-toes to look above the heads of those who was blocking my view but saw nothing out of the normal.

"Here you see the Rose Cross which adorned the chest of all those who were a part of the Black Order. It was a peculiar and unknown mark for most, except for those who knew of the organization' existence."

I looked at the cross and felt something sting in my chest, it felt as though it was something I should have remembered, however it slipped away the moment I was about to realize. This feeling was without a doubt the most weird and confusing I had ever felt. What was it that I wanted to make myself remember but couldn't?

"What is there to remember?" I wondered aloud, leaving the tour group, earning a few questioning looks from the tourists wandering the halls. Whichever side I turned I saw heroic paintings of what artists probably though was demons. Again I couldn't help but get a strange feeling, however, this time it was different; It felt as though I knew how a demon looked like, as if I knew all those artists had the completely wrong idea.

They are not monsters!, my head screamed to me and I was shocked, really. How would I know? kept repeating itself in my head, probably a defense mechanism to not lose my mind. How would I know?

...How would I know?

I pushed my green-tinted hair out of my eyes and saw something white flash by, a man striding quickly through the building, slightly bent over. Huh?

"Mister!" I called after him and ran, sensing that something was wrong. He didn't turn but kept walking, obviously trying to keep his distance and just get the out as fast as possible.

"The air in here is kinda suffocating..." I said knowingly to myself before running after him to get some fresh air myself.

"Mister! Wait up!" I called and got many stares as my voice rang down the halls. I shuddered, not trusting these people, though at the same time I wondered why as I had never had any kind of a social problem. I quickened my pace and closed my eyes for a second, the feeling of being free and flying hitting me fully. I twirled around a couple of times, feeling some sort of adrenaline rushing through me at the movement.

When I opened my eyes, I jumped sideways at a non-caring tourist nearly trampling me over. I looked at him in wonder before skipping after the man from earlier, eventually reaching him, pulling at his sleeve gently. He turned to me and I noticed his silver eye immediately, loosing myself in it for a moment, before remembering my manners.

"I'm Alice." I stated, smiling, though the man seemed to be close to tears. "Alice Rosedale."

He managed to pull himself together, however his hand never left his left eye. "I'm sorry for that, I thought you was someone else... I'm Allen. Allen Walker."

"No problem!" I answered enthusiastically just to make sure he didn't think about it any further as it didn't bother me at all; humans were not perfect, once in a while we are bound to make mistakes. That's what makes us human.

"Is there a problem with your eye?" I asked, a funny feeling creeping up on me.

Demons.

My hand reached for my head for a moment as I stared wide-eyed at the ground. It can't be!

The man also seemed to bend over further, his hand gripping the left side of is face, particularly his eye, even harder.

"I have to go." he stated as if in a hurry and I looked up with the same horror as before reflecting in my violet eyes. His face morphed into one of worry and I could only stare as he smiled reassuringly and turned, however, not before shooting me his goodbyes and 'it was a pleasure to meet you

...Alice.'

A/N:

gbpackersaremylife 3/1/13 . chapter 1

Yes! This is awesome! You need a but more backbone at the beginning, but oh well!

Answer: You will get to know about the earlier parts of that day in the next chapter.

Best regards

Kyanishia