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A young boy had just gotten of the train. With his white hair and porcelain skin, he seemed to be an old man from behind. But if looked at from the front, his mercury eyes almost radiated innocence. All in all, his face was angelic, if not for the angry red scar marring the left side of his face. (Y'all know what it looks like, and I'm not gonna be able to explain it.) He looked around, as if searching for something, before relaxing slightly. He took a step off the train and on to the pavement, glad to be off after the few days he had spent traveling. He took in the peaceful surroundings, breathing in the clear air. But, of course, it didn't last.
WHAM!
His head slammed onto the cement, causing a crack to resound throughout the station. He laid there with his legs and chest pinned, arms spread out and jaw slamming onto the hard ground. He couldn't see who had pushed him, and was now sitting on him, but he could guess.
"Allen-nii!" A voice called, confirming his suspicions. Allen felt her get off of his back, allowing him to breathe once again. Allen greedily sucked in gasps of air, them turned to the girl beside him. She wore a pair of military-style boots, the same midnight black as her cargo pants. She wore a low-cut white top, exposing a small part of her ample breasts. Over the top of that was a silver vest with silver buttons and a gold pocket watch swinging from her left breast pocket. On the same pocket, a rose cross was visibe- The symbol of the Black Order. Over all this, she had an heavy black cloak, a golden chain circling her thought to keep it steady. But her face was the most interesting. She had white hair, like his own, but with a few silver strands. Her eyes were covered by a worn cloth, where he knew he would see milky eyes, always knowing but never seeing. He also knew that he would see a midnight black scar over her right eye.
Allen smiled, happy to see his twin after so long. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since Master found us..." Allen grimaced, as if remembering a horrible memory... Which he probably was.
Nella giggled, and answered in her slightly childish voice. "Well, after the General found that Finder..."
*FlashBack*
Nella shivered. The thin blanket around her arms did little to shield her from the harsh wind or heavy rain. She snuggled closer into Charlie's, the Finder's, arms.
"Exorcist-Sama? Are you alright?" Charlie asked worridly.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," She replied weakly.
Nella could practically feel the disbelief rolling off of Charlie in waves. She sighed. "Okay, yes, I'm not fine. I feel like fucking shit, and this weather isn't helping one bit."
To her surprise, instead of getting upset at her outburst, Charlie chuckled. "I kind of expected that, he explained. "You just went through a horror most adults never have to go through, and you just got torn away from your twin."
Nella had honestly never felt so connected to someone before.
Charlie chuckled again. "You better get some sleep, Exorcist-Sama. Its a long way to the Black Order." But Nella didn't hear, as she had already fallen into its comforting clutches.
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When Nella awoke, she didn't know whee she was. Now , as that would be a little scary to anyone, put yourself into a blind nine-ish year old girl's shoes. Yes, as you could imagine, that would be scary.
"Charlie?" Nella called out. "Are you here?" Nella was getting more scared by the second. "Ch-Charlie?" She whispered. No answer. She was alone, that much was obvious. Now she needed to figure out where she was. Beneath her bare feet she could feel paper, and if she listened hard enough she could hear talking, albeit muffled. Before she could figure out what to do next, a door slammed open from somewhere to her left.
"Ah, I see you're awake now~!" An exuberant voice called out.
She whirled around and got into a fighting stance, her feet spread out and hands in front of her chest.
"Now, now, Annanell, no need to get defensive!" She- that voice was too girly to be a guy's- called. Nella growled at her given name.
"I go by Nella for a reason, whore." Nella replied spitefully. She could hear the woman drop to the floor with a thud.
"Now, why would such a young lady know such vulgar language?" The unnamed woman called out. "And I'm not a whore! I'll have you know, I'm not even of the female gender!"
Nella snorted. "Believe whatever you want, whore."
"Chief..." Another voice called out- Nella would have to get their names soon- with a heavy Australian accent.
"Yes, Reever dear?" The girly voice called out again.
Reever, as he was now named, sighed in exasperation. "We have to take Nella down to see Hevlaska, don't we? Also, shouldn't you introduce yourself to our new Exorcist?"
A moment of awkward silence passed through the room.
"Oh, right, Reever! Let's take her down now!" She/He yelled as she/he ran out of the room, ignoring the second question.
Reever sighed. "I'm sorry for him," He said. "That was Supervisor Komui Lee, Head of the European Branch of the Black Order. I'm Section Head Reever Warham of the Science division." Reever took Nella's hand in his own to lead her down the twisting halls of Headquarters.
As they walked, Reever gave Nella a Ru down on everything in the the Black Order. "Hevlaska, who we're going to meet now, will test your synchronization rate with your Innocence. The synchro rate will tell us how well you are able to perform with your Innocence. The- Ah, we're here!"
Reever helped her onto the platform, which quickly raced downwards as soon as she had landed on it. Soon enough, though, it had slowed down and come to a stop.
"A new Exorcist?' A new voice asked. "Hmmm... We'll just have to see..." Nella felt shivers travel down her spine at the words. Sudddenly, though, she felt her feet lift off of the platform as tendrils snaked up and down her arms and legs.
"Wh-What's happening?" Nella cried out. "Get me d-down from here!"
"Nella, relax! That's Hevlaska!" She hears the she-man, Komui, call out.
Nella relaxed slightly, but still kept her guard up. The tendrils around her body weren't cold, but not necessarily warm, either. Still, Nella couldn't stop a slight shiver from traveling down her spine.
Meanwhile, Hevlaska was spitting out percents. "43%... 57%... 63%... 72%... 85%... 87%... 92% is her synchronization rate." Hevlaska told them all as she set Nella down.
Komui was astonished. "93%?! Are you sure, Hevlaska? I mean, in a girl this young..." He trailed off at the end.
Nella heard Hevlaska chuckle. "I am sure, Komui. When have I ever been wrong?"
Suddenly, a thought struck Reever. "Hey, Nella?" At herslight nod to continue, he finished his thought. "You never told us what your Innocence... Would you mind?"
Nella froze for a second. Show them her Innocence? What harm would that do?
So Nella started to unwind the worn cloth around her head and pulled it off.
So I thought about leaving it off right here...
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*Looks behind to see angry people with pitchforks and knives and daggers and swords and were those... Rats?* You get the idea. Continue!
To reveal closed eyes. Over her right eye was a scar. It was pitch black, starting over her eyebrow with a crescent moon, then traveling downwards and ending on her cheek. With her eyes closed, they couldn't distinguish any other features. But then she opened them. Her entire eye was milky white, as if covered by a thick sheet of white. Though, if you looked close enough, there was a slight silver color at the center.
What Nella said next was so quiet, they almost didn't catch it. "Crystalline Tears." Tears, tinged with red blood, flowed out of her eyes. Her eyes then glowed a light blue, and the 'tears' did the same. They all shot forward then, one big blob with a few star-like drops following. They moved as one, attacking invisible enemies.
As Reever, Komui, and Hevlaske watched, entrances, Nella took this time to look around. While her Innocence was the only time she could truly see the world. She looked over to Reever and Komui first. One was a tall man of Asian decent, most likely Chinese. He had dark hair with a purple tint, in a long ponytail. He was dressed in military-style clothing, all stark white, with a beret on the top of his head.
The other was a tall man, with spiky blond hair. He wore a long white overcoat with a white shirt and black pants underneath. He also had a tie circling his neck, and a headphone sitting over his left ear.
Nella gasped as her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground. The sound of her hitting the platform snapped the others out of their entrancement, and their attention turned to her.
"Someone, call the Medical Department!" She heard footsteps, and Komui's face came into view, lifting her head from the ground. "Don't worry, you'll be alright..." She heard, before falling into the darkness of unconsciousness.
*FlaskBack End*
Okay, well, this is the actual end. The next chapter will be almost all Allen and Nella, called "Mr. Drama Queen" Ill try to keep that one a little more light-hearted, but no promises.
Also, to all of you who read the original chapter: Sorry. I read through it, and I just didn't like it. So I changed it. So... Yeah. Sorry.