Disclaimer: I'm only going to do this once. We all know I don't own the series, or the characters or anything. I don't even own the idea for this story. I just write things using the characters to keep myself busy.

A/N: I really like those reincarnation fanfics with Allen dying, then being reborn into a girl by so I wrote one, and I've also taken a liking to the LavixAllen pair soooooo yeah. That's about it.

The fanfic that gave me the idea/inspiration is Ace of Spades by Water Fairy a.k.a. Mizu. If you haven't read it, you should. It's an amazing story.

So, um...enjoy the chapter.

An Angel's Wings

Chapter 1

A boy lies in a pool of blood. His chest is rising slowing, which is the only sign that shows that he's still alive, but not much longer. He's a strange boy, with his white hair and a scar on one side of his face. There is also his left arm, completely black including the fingernails that have grown out and the arrow shaped markings at his shoulder. I have a feeling that it was different before and...that it was never...normal. I can't see his facial features, just the scar. What color are his eyes? Why does he look so familiar? Maybe...maybe it's because I'm the one lying in the pool of blood. I'm the boy. At least, I think I am. No, I know I am.

A golden ball with wings flies to me and grabs my ripped up hood with his teeth. It tries to carry me away but fails and I drop. I look at it and give a pained smile. "...canpy...n't...go."

A girl with blueish black that reaches just above her shoulders runs to me. She wears a skirt way shorter that girls typically wear and a jacket with crimson trimming. On her jacket is a symbol I can't really make out. She kneels down and even though I can't see her face, I can see her tears. She's crying, for me. "...len...ease...n't..." My chest rises slower and slower.

"...en!"

A boy with fiery red hair and a hammer in hand runs to me. He's a bit injured, but not as bad as me. He kneels down and holds me in his arms. I place my hand on his cheek, where his eye patch is. Like the other girl, I can't see his face.

"...vi...ry...re of...py." A single tear rolls his cheek and hits my face. I take more breath, my final one."...vi, I-"

And finally, it's all over.

That dream again she thought. The girl sat up and rubbed away the tears staining her cheeks. She clenched her hands to her chest and tried to ignore the feeling in her chest. She wondered why she had that dream and why it had made her so sad. It felt so real, as if it had actually happened, like she was actually there and reliving it, over and over again. She shook her head. No time to be focusing on a dream. I need to get ready.

For nearly four months, the girl would occasionally have the dream. At first, the dream was hazy and blurry like when you have bad eye sight and need glasses. You couldn't really tell what everything was but you had a idea of it. Nothing was very clear and was just a blur. As the dream began to occur more often, it became clearer and clearer. The girl was glad that she could hear the voices and see more. It gave her a clue to who those people were and why she had those dreams. But...somthing deep inside of her didn't want to know. The girl got out of bed and heard a knock on the door.

"Ava dear, if you don't hurry, you're going to be late." called out a women's voice from the other side.

"I'll be right there, mother!" replied the said girl.

Ava changed out of her white silk nightgown and into her usual outfit. Ava, Ava Aliena Walker was (and still is) a very beautiful girl. 17 years old, a woman of many talents, infamous for her skill at poker, and loved by the people for her desire to help others in need. She has beautiful, silky straight brown hair that reaches her waist, creamy white pale skin, blue-gray eyes, and a pleasing British accent. Ava's usual outfit consisted of a rose pink long-sleeved dress with a mandarin collar that ends just below her knees, black tights, and around the waist is a black belt. Finally putting on her white, silk gloves and black high heeled leather boots, her outfit was almost complete. Ava put on her earrings and necklace that were given to her by an old friend of her mother. The earrings are gold and cross-shaped with a small diamond in the center. The necklace was similar but more elaborate. In the center of the necklace was a gem that would occasionally glow green. Ava put her hair into a high ponytail, hid the necklace underneath the collar, and walked to the dinning room, satisfied with her appearance.

"Good morning, mother." Ava greeted.

"Good morning, Ava." the mother replied.

Her mother, Alana Walker, served Ava breakfast. Ava immediately started eating and asked for seconds as soon as she was finished. She always had a big appetite and ate more than normal people. There was nothing wrong with eating more than what most women would. She never gained weight anyway.

"Are you excited for your piano lessons, Ava?" asked Alana.

Alana is a very nice, caring woman. She has black hair that reaches a little below her shoulder that she usually puts into a braided side bun, and ocean blue eyes. The Walker women are very wealthy, but live a home big enough for the two of them. They never show off their wealth or boast, which makes the people love them since they actually spend a lot of the money to help others. Alana's only child is Ava and her husband had died after Ava's birth. Not that Ava didn't mind not having a father. She had felt that someone had already taken that place once.

Ava let a a sigh, "Yes, but I don't see why I have to learn all these things." She took another bite out of her food. "And I don't see the point of still going to my piano lessons if we're just going to leave tomorrow." The Walker women, never stayed in the stayed in the same place. They traveled often and their current location was their longest stay: one month.

"I'm sorry but I promised, remember, to keep you safe."

Ava rolled her eyes. "The akuma will not find me mother."

Ava knew a little about them. It was told to her by Marian Cross, the man who had had given her the necklace and earrings. Yup, Cross was the old friend of Alana, her childhood friend to be exact. She never fell for his womanizing ways and honestly, it could be said that Alana Walker, could care less about Cross.

Five months ago, Cross interrupted their peaceful lives. He had visited them one time in a hurry after Ava had woken up from being in a coma for about a year. He told them that Ava's arm, the one she always hid with long sleeves and gloves was Innocence, and he had given her a necklace that also held Innocence. For some reason, he didn't want Ava fight against akuma and told them to keep moving location so they wouldn't be found. Ava couldn't really activate her arm but her necklace was a different story. She could heal other peoples wounds, even make a blind man see and a paralyzed man walk and cure any sickness. She used this power to help the people and was thought to be an angel.

Ava, who was thought to join the Black Order when Cross told her about akuma, didn't really care. Her dreams had no connection to them, so they don't matter, right? Akuma were monsters and Innocence was a miracle that could kill them. Her Innocence couldn't do that so she had no reason to fight. Besides, she's never seen an akuma in her life. How could she believe they were real? Even so, some part of her knew that it just wasn't time yet. It still isn't time to fight, so she agreed with Cross (and her mother). Her necklace, her nameless Innocence, also put up a barrier that completely hid her and the people in the area she was in from akuma. She was safe and the thought of having to move again, was starting to bother her. Can't she have a nice, decent home, where she could actually stay and fall in love with a one of the nice, young men and spend her days in peace? No, no she couldn't.

Ava got up and walked out the door. When the door shut, Alana put down her cup and whispered, "There's so much you don't know yet."

As Ava walked to her piano lessons, people watched her. They were all curious about the girl who could heal wounds and bring miracles. It was a small town, and these people knew how to keep things themselves. They were afraid that if word got out that there a someone who could do that, Ava and her mother would leave or be taken. Besides the girl and her mother were kind and were instantly welcomed. They didn't want such a sweet and polite girl to leave because of the greedy people from bigger cities.

She had also caught the attention of some young men, men who were patiently waiting to court her and one of those young men finally got the courage to ask. A boy of the age of 18 stood by the lamppost with flowers. He was very handsome, brown hair and eyes the color of jade, adored and respected by all people. Ava walked past him and gave him a smile. She knew that he was waiting for a girl, and was a little jealous that the girl he was waiting for would be happy to receive flowers. She inwardly sighed at the fact that she might never get the chance to find someone who was willing to love her if they had found out what her arm was like. The boy, realizing he missed his chance, called out to her.

"Ava!"

She turned around, a bit surprised, but she didn't show it. "Can I help you, Nicholas?" He started blushing held out the flowers to her. "T-these are for y-y-you." he stuttered.

Ava smiled and took the flowers. "Thank you so much!"

He grabbed her hand. "I was-I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight." Ava's face fell. Tonight she thought. I'm leaving tonight.

She looked away. "I'm sorry Nicholas. I'm busy tonight. I promised mother that...that I would help her sew a dress for my cousin in London." Ava lied.

"Ah...I see." he started to walk away. "I'm sorry to bother you then."

"Maybe next time!" she called.

He turned back and gave her a toothy grin. "Sure" he answered.

Ava continued her walk to Mr. Thatcher's, her piano teacher, home. She looked at the flowers as she walked, deep in thought. She didn't notice the small group of people walking towards the opposite direction and bumped into one of those people's shoulders. She felt herself falling back, but someone wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up. As soon as she was steady on her feet, Ava began to apologize.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention. I'm so, so ,so sorry!" she said while bowing.

"It's fine." the person said cheerfully. Ava instantly recognized the voice as a male's. She looked up and found herself staring into his emerald eye, full of sadness and fake happiness. A name popped into her head when she looked into his eyes. She didn't know why. It just did. The name was so clear and familiar, she wanted to cry.

Lavi

A/N: Yeah, I think we all know who Ava really is.

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