I ran through the streets as quickly as possible, trying to keep my hands out of the notice of anyone suspected to be an akuma. Through alleyways I dove, plunging my body further into the shadows until no one knew I even existed.

Making my way over to the cliff above which the Headquarters stood, I sighed, wondering how on earth I was going to get up to the top, seeing as there were no stairs and no other motes of vertical transportation. I sighed again, this time watching as a pair of golem circled around me. Through one of them, a voice could be heard.

"What business are you here for, ma'am?" spoke a strong, slightly tired, and annoyed voice.

"Forgive me, I'm here to join. I ran away from Central."

Over the microphone, the sound of coffee being spit all over resounded. "YOU WHAT?"

"I was held captive against my own will at Central. I had been there until about a year and a half ago." I was beginning to get peeved at this guy, whoever he was. Little did I know what was coming up, just feet from the nape of the neck.

"Ok, let's get your informa- OH… SHIT… Lavi, Allen, get out there and get her. We have an innocent in danger!"

"Huh?" I asked, just as the microphone was shorted out and a single bullet took it down from its hover. I turned- a few akuma had followed me here. I was outnumbered five to one- some were Level Two- and on top of that, I was backed against a cliff. "Shit," was all I could hear before hearing the sound of bullet thunder hell.

Except, as I closed my eyes, ready to feel the piercing, spreading pain, I found myself being shielded by a boy with strange white hair.

I looked a little bit in front of him, his parasitic arm keeping us unharmed, and noticed another boy- a redhead- out in the open, fighting off akuma with a Tessei. I was surprised by its ability to shift size, but I guess I shouldn't have been complaining too much- I was kidnapped by crazy religious freaks…

Just as I thought he was done, the boy with the hammer was shot. I felt an urge within me- one I hadn't felt in years- drag me out of my cowering. I shouted to the white-haired boy. "Take care of that akuma, I'm headed for him."

The next thing I knew, I was running through a rapid rain of bullets, dodging everything I could as I made it over to the slowly dying exorcist. As the white-haired boy finished the last of the akuma, I looked into the slowly fading emerald eyes of the other Black Order member. He was pleading.

"Where were you hit?" I asked urgently.

"The leg."

I saw the gasping bullet hole, which was surrounded by torn flesh and star marks- the sign of the blood bullet's poison. Quickly thinking, I held my hands to the boy's leg and pushed energy into him.

The poison began receding, and the boy began looking at me, half crazy. I sighed, getting the last of the poison to go away and pulling out, much to the boy's pain and fear, a large metal bullet. I quickly crushed it and sighed. "That should be the last of it," I yawned, collapsing onto the boy's chest with much exhaustion.

I found myself in a hospital bed the next time I was awake, the white-haired boy and the ginger guy standing above me on either side. "She's finally awake," the former said, smiling.

"Allen, it's okay, she's new. No need to be so laid-back," the other replied. "How're ya feelin'?"

"Ugh," I croaked, "I feel like I just got hit with a train."

That was enough to make him laugh, but Allen had caught this and grabbed his arm. "Lavi, that's kinda rude. I think she means it."

"Sorry about that- Komui went through surgery while you were asleep and examined your Innocence. Seems you're a rare type… not anything we've seen before." Lavi leaned back, using his back foot for support. "Genetic."

Allen gapsed. "So that's what he calls it?"

"When certain physical traits are attached to Innocence, they are passed down, along with that Innocence."

"I know that already," I said, trying to get up. Allen pushed me back down, my chest exploding with pain.

"Relax- you were buffeted by bullets. Anymore and the poison would've killed you." He smiled at me… in that genuine way that I'd only see my dad do.

"Speaking of which," Lavi said, holding up a container with a large silver object in it, "you saved me from this. How, may I ask? I thought only Krory could do that."

Krory?

"Well," I said, "I was kidnapped by Central several years ago, where they trained me as a CROW. My abilities in Innocence as well as CROW training allow me to extend my magnetic field around others. Because of the nervous system, where my Innocence lies, is connected by electrical pulses, I can manipulate anything within that forcefield."

Allen smiled. "Your ability is very useful. We had you checked with Hevlaska. You're among the high percentages."

"Percentage?"

"How well your Innocence activates by itself," Lavi explained.

"Ah. It that case- too easy. I've accidentally activated it SEVERAL times. I lost count a few years ago after catching my sixty-fifth set of blankets on fire."

"Well, Johnny is manufacturing something to solve your problems- Activation-proof gloves. They're enlaced with spell tags."

"Ingenious!" I cried. "When can I see them."

"Later," Allen replied. "Get rest right now. On your tour around here, you'll get them."