I do not own -man…

NAAH! I'm so sorry! It's one thing to write, but it's another to find time to and to type it up! Just shoot me now! I'm just kidding, if you shoot me, I won't be able to finish the story. Anyway, This chapter is shorter, and I personally think it sucks, because I was making this up on the spot, in order to fill in some blanks. I promise to make the next one better. And I promise you that I'll have the next one up sometime between Thursday and Saturday. That's when I have most of my free time this week. So yeah, this chapter sucks. I'm sorry. :'(

The plot I have planned for this Fanfic (Plot? What plot?)…who said that… anyway, it does not follow the actual -man plot line.

Just moments before the end of the last chapter

Kanda was sitting in the cafeteria, eating his soba noodles. He let out a small sigh. He hasn't been on a mission in a really long time, and he was itching for a fight. His ears perked when he heard something echo lightly through the halls of the order. "SHE HAS A PENTACLE ON HER SKIN! SHE'S AN AKUMA, AN AKUMA!"

Kanda smirked. He grabbed his Mugen, walked out of the cafeteria, and glanced out of a window. He saw what appeared to be a female figure. "Che." He opened the window, and leapt out.

"What the hell is going on?" She demanded.

Kanda, who was falling, unsheathed his mugen, and held it above his head. "You're either very brave, or very stupid, but by the time I get done with you, you're going to be very dead." He said, his mugen shimmering in the moonlight.

The girl, or, Akuma, as far as Kanda was concerned, turned, and looked up at him. Her, or its, eyes widened at the sight of the sword.

It dropped what was in its hands, and ran toward the edge of the cliff. Kanda narrowed his eyes. "What's it doing?" He landed on the ground softly, and ran at the Akuma with his mugen pointed directly at it.

Emilie ran toward the cliff. "Holy Crap! People do live here! I gotta get out of here! I don't wanna be killed! AHH!"

She ran to the edge, and looked down. "Dammit! It's a straight drop! I'll die either way!" She turned around to see the man with the sword coming straight at her. "AHH!" she screamed, ducking, and rolling out of the way, right before the sword had stabbed her.

"What the hells your problem!" She screamed, running the opposite direction. She didn't expect an answer, nor did she want one. She figured that this Black order place was a poor excuse for a prison for psycho-killers, and all she wanted was to get out of there ASAP. She ran for the gate.

Just as she reached the gate, the man who was chasing her dropped from above. Emilie screamed and fell backwards onto her butt, the sword just centimeters away from her neck. She gulped.

"What are you doing here? Did the Earl send you?"

Emilie stared at the man in horror; her breathing was uneven and ragged. "What?" was all she managed to make out. The man's eyes narrowed. "Che. You're useless, might as well have some fun."

Emilie was frozen in terror. "What the hell? What's he going to do to me?" He lowered his sword to her stomach. She stopped breathing as she felt the blade plunge into her gut. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. There was a slight ease in pain when she saw the sword removed from her abdominal region, she fell to her side, withering in pain and coughing out blood. "What the hell's your problem?"

She could feel the man's cold eyes glaring at her. "At the moment, you. But that won't last long. You'll probably explode within the next few seconds."

"What? Why?" Emilie coughed.

"Because you're an Akuma."

"Oi, listen dip-stick, I have no idea what an akuma is."

"DON'T PLAY DUMB!" the man shouted.

"I'M NOT!" Emilie shouted back. "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A FRICKEN' AKUMA IS! I JUST WANT TO GO BACK HOME!" tears rolled down her cheeks. "I just want to go home…"

"HEY, KANDA! STOP!" Emilie heard someone shout.

"WHY SHOULD I?" her attacker shouted back.

"BECAUSE SHES NOT AN AKUMA! IF YOU DON'T BELIVE ME, BELIEVE MY EYE. SHE'S HUMAN!"

Emilie lay there, unmoving. She was beginning to feel extremely light headed, and her vision was going blurry. She saw a figure kneel before her. "Don't worry." It said gently. "You're safe now. Go ahead and close your eyes."

She didn't understand why, but she felt like she could trust the voice, so she closed her eyes, and promptly passed out.

"Don't worry." Allen whispered. "You're safe now. Go ahead and close you're eyes." The girl did as Allen said. He then picked her up and looked at Kanda. "What were you thinking?" He spat. Kanda glared at him. "I was thinking what everyone else thought. She was an Akuma."

Allen wanted to say something, but he knew that if he did, he'd be as good as dead. He sighed and looked at the girl in his arms. "Whatever. I'm going to take her to the infirmary." He said this for the sake of saying it. He knew that Kanda wouldn't listen to what he said.

He walked through the now open gates, courtesy of Lenalee, and into the building known as the Black Order. It wasn't until he stepped into the candle lit area of the foyer, that he noticed what the girl looked like. Her hair was not exactly black, rather it was more of a deep dark brown, which in the candle light, tinted red. Her expression was a strange mixture of pain and relaxation, the contradiction somehow played on her features quite well. (Pardon any Mary-Sueness right now. I swear this is unintentional.)

She stirred slightly in Allen's arms.

"Allen!" called out Lenalee's voice. "Is that her?" she asked running up to see the unconscious girl in Allen's arms. He nodded. "Yeah, that's her." He kept walking, Lenalee right beside him. "I wonder what she was doing here." Lenalee said. Allen shrugged, or tried to anyway. "I don't know, but she didn't seem like she intended to be here. Do you think it could've been an accident?"

Lenalee pursed her lips. "Maybe, but who would climb a mountain by accident? I think she intended to make it to the top of the mountain, but I don't think she knew what to expect when she reached it." Allen nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. Well no matter what happened, we should get her to Komui. He'll know what to do." Lenalee nodded. "Yeah,"

Emilie awoke on a soft mattress staring at a creamy white ceiling. "That was one hell of a dream." She thought sitting up and rubbing her eyes, but was soon pushed back by a firm hand. "You shouldn't sit up so quickly with an injury like that," spoke a voice. Emilie turned her head to the source of the voice, and her eyes met grey orbs.

Sitting at the side of her bed was a boy that looked vaguely familiar. "A-Aaron? Is that you?" she asked. The boy smiled. "Not quite. My name is Allen. Allen Walker."

Emilie blinked. "No. You're Aaron. You go to my school. Lan and Liron introduced you to me. You gave me some of your lunch when I tripped over Sato's foot."

The boy, supposedly named Allen, shook his head. "No, I'm quite sure what my own name is. As for what you said after that, I have no idea who those people are, and as far as I know, we've never met."

Emilie blinked again. She looked closer at the boy, and she saw one difference between Aaron and Allen. Allen had a tattoo or maybe a scar over his left eye. Aaron didn't. Emilie tried to sit up again, but Allen pushed her down. "If you keep moving like that, the wound in your stomach will open."

Emilie's eyes widened. "A what in my what!" she screamed. Why would she have a wound in her stomach? Then, she remembered what had happened. A strange man cornered her, and he had plunged his blade into her stomach. But why?

"I have to get out of here!" she shouted throwing the covers off her, and leaping out of the bed before Allen could push her down again. She ran for the door, opened it and ran into the hall. She ran without knowing where she was going. She was following her (now injured) gut, and she hoped it would be enough to get her to back outside. Sadly, it wasn't enough. She needed speed too, and with an injured stomach, it's hard to run.

Standing underneath an arch was the boy who she had been sitting next to her bed. "H-ho-how did you g-get th-there so f-fast?" she panted, resting her hands on her knees. "It helps that I live here." He said. "What?" Emilie asked. "You live here?"

Allen nodded.

Suddenly Emilie felt a sharp pain shoot through her body, and she fell to the ground clutching her stomach. Her hands stained with blood. "Oh shoot! I told you not to move so quickly. C'mon, we need to get you back to the infirmary." Allen said franticly, reaching to pick Emilie up.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted, glaring up at Allen. "You're just going to kill me anyway, just leave me here."

Allen kneeled in front of her with a shocked expression. "Ma'am, I have no intention of killing you. The thought of killing you never even crossed my mind." Against Emilie's wishes, Allen picked her up, and began to carry her back to the small room she found herself in. "All I care about right now is you not dying. Surly you have a home to get back to. I want you to be able to get back, safe and sound."

"Is this guy for real? I mean, these guys only exist in fairytales don't they?" Emilie thought, looking at Allen warily.

Allen walked in silence, the only sound the clicking of his boots against the stone floors. After a few moments he spoke. "So, where do you come from?"

"It's none of your business." Emilie grumbled. Allen looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Actually it is. You're parents are probably very worried about you, and we should send them a letter saying that you're okay."

"Is that all you'll really do with that information? Just send a letter? You're sure you won't send some thug to go murder them?"

Allen stopped walking and looked at Emilie seriously. "What in the world gave you that idea?"

Emilie sighed, and coughed as Allen started walking. "Hmm, well, let's see. First you're talking pole out there called me an Akuma. I have no idea what an Akuma is, second, a strange man comes out and attacks me because I'm supposed to be an Akuma, and thirdly, he not only attacks me, he tries to kill me, and he said that he might as well have some fun because I'm useless! Sorry bucko, but my first impression of this place is that it's some sort of prison or asylum for the criminally insane!"

Allen snickered. "Alright, point taken, but this place isn't a prison or asylum. It's more of a headquarters. It is a headquarters. For-,"

"Let me guess, for an organization called the Black Order."

"That's right. We work to save humans, not destroy them."

Emilie scoffed. "That's what all terrorist organizations say."

"We're not a terrorist organization."

"Well, what are you then?" Emilie demanded.

Allen stayed quiet. "I can't tell you." He said simply. It sounded like he wanted to say more, but he couldn't. "Why not?" Emilie asked. Allen bit his lower lip. "Because my higher ups say so. I'm afraid we can't trust you quite yet."

"Well, that's perfect, because I don't think I can trust you quite yet." Emilie retorted.

Allen sighed. "I'm sorry."

Lenalee entered the room where Allen had carried the girl, but they weren't there. Her dark eyes widened. "ALLEN! ALLEN, WHERE ARE YOU?" she shouted down the hall. "Jeez, Lenalee, you don't have to yell." Allen said. He had come from behind, in his arms, the girl from before. She looked extremely pale. "Ohmigod! Are you okay?" she exclaimed pressing her hand against the girl's forehead. She was cold.

"I've been gutted by a madman with a sword. Do you think I'm okay?"

So Emilie was being just a little rude. But who would blame her?

Allen and Lenalee looked at the shouting girl. "I suppose not," Allen said. He turned to Lenalee. "Do you think we should give her sedatives?" he whispered.

"I heard that! And I say that sedatives won't be necessary! Just so long as you stop asking me stupid questions, I'll shut right up!"

"Can we hold you to that?" Allen asked.

Emilie stayed quiet.

"I didn't think so." He smirked

"Go to hell."

Allen and Lenalee walked into the small room and set Emilie down on the bed. "Please, you need to rest, otherwise you won't get better." Lenalee said concernedly, pulling the blankets over Emilie. "So who are you anyway?"

Emilie glared at her. It was the only thing she could muster without wasting to much energy. Lenalee smiled sadly. "Alright, I get it. You don't trust us yet. That's okay, tell us when you're ready."