7,336 words! New chapter, my faithful readers! I'm so pleased that I actually got this done!

Okay, I know this is a slow story, but writers block hurts my head! :'( My next chapter is a lot more interesting (to me, anyway) But after watching episodes 52-94 Subbed, I've gotten over most of my writers block! (I love you Tyki Mikk! You are truly amazing, and I do not do you enough justice in my story!)

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"What is this?" I screeched as I flipped through page after pager after page. My eyes couldn't possibly become wider as they darted over the images on the sheets. I looked up to Komui with menacing eyes, daring him to say one wrong word. He gulped at my stare.

"I can explain-!"

"Explain?" I snapped. I held up the sheets as close to his face as my arms could reach. I wanted to make sure he was looking at the same thing I was looking at. "How can you explain these?" I threw the sheets onto his desk, where they spread out unevenly across the top. The sheets that I threw down where pictures: Photo after photo of my father and a small child. I wasn't an idiot; I knew that the child was me. A few photos had Ms. Nancy in them, and I even found one of a young Jason looking over me. The picture that I could tell was the latest was of my last birthday party, which was taken at such an obscure angle that it was obvious that it was a 'stalker' photo.

Never before had I experienced such an invasion of privacy. To think that someone was watching my whole life… could my life really have been just a type of amusement to someone? Just a lie to amuse a creepy man in a lab coat?

My eyes narrowed as I looked up to the man above me. No, that was not the case. I knew it couldn't have been. My life was filled with so much happiness. This man seeing my live was a minor detail that didn't even matter. But the betrayal is what got me. Someone revealing my life to a person I did not know, without even consulting me.

Tears filled my eyes as I glared up to Komui. He fidgeted under my glare, as if he could feel how much I hated him at that moment. But suddenly, he looked very calm, with a small smile resting on his lips. He reached out his hand to put on my shoulder, but I immediately knocked it away. It did not affect his composer at all. "Alicia, I know this will be hard to understand, but I need you to hear me out," my glare intensified. How could I believe his words? They could all be lies.

Just like every other thing in my life. My image of my father was a lie; my image of the world was a lie… the world being a calm, peaceful place was blown away by the wild currents of the wind. It was as if my life was being flipped over, again and again, just like the wind that I feel rushing across my face. How could something so peaceful ruin my look on existence? It was not as if anything had truly changed, so why does this damned wind have to be so important? Why do I have to be able to control it? Why do I have to have the innocence?

Komui merely sighed in response to my harsh look. "I am one of the few people in the Order that keep in contact with your father," my glare lessoned slightly, but it was still present. News about my father was comforting to a point, but I could not forgive this man just yet. He seemed to gain hope. "You believe me, right?" His smile grew, and I found that seeing his smile was faultering. How could someone smile at a time like this? Komui looked down to his desk. Slowly, he reached his hand out towards the photos. "Sometimes… sometimes he brought me pictures of you. You know, to show me how you're growing-,"

"You expect me to believe that, Mr. Komui?" as I spoke, I was frustrated that I couldn't sound any madder at him. Komui slowly nodded his head, to which I shook mine in return. "That can't be. I've never seen you before. why would you want to see how I've grown?"

"I have seen you before," Komui's eyes seemed to sparkle at his words. I was taken aback by his composer. He continued. "I've seen you as a baby… a tiny, little thing with a patch of brown hair on your little head! You were in Allen's arms, and… and he cried at that moment for he blamed himself harshly for not knowing what to name you…"

Fresh tears filled my eyes at Komui's words. My mouth twitched as it tried to form a smile, but I bit my lip to prevent it. "You knew my father well…"

"Yes. I met him the day he showed up on our doorstep, asking to become an exorcist for the Black Order. The day he left, I begged him to keep in contact with me, even if he wouldn't with anyone else. Since then, I've gotten pictures from him every year,"

I lowered my head, trying to hide the tears that fell from my face. "You're saying that father took those pictures himself?"

"No… Yes. He did. He would either hide the camera as he took it, or set it up with a timer… he knew that you shouldn't know about the pictures,"

My fist clenched at his words. "Apparently, I shouldn't know about any of this. Akuma, the Black Order, innocence, creepy stalkers…" I raised my head to stare Komui in the eye. "What else am I missing, Mr. Komui?"

Komui smiled sadly, shaking his head in a knowing way. "He was waiting until you turned ten… eight is such a young age. I'm sure he'll be devastated to find out you know already. He wanted to tell you himself," Komui looked puzzled for a moment. He turned to me with a confused look. "How do you know about all this anyway?"

I looked away from Komui. It was not a question I was completely willing to answer. What was I to tell him? I met Lavi and Timothy, who had two different views of the situation, and found out information from them. Or maybe I should mention Reynaldo… neither seemed like viable answers. It didn't seem to fit it at all. Of course, when a question is placed in front of you that you are not willing to answer: improvise. I looked at Komui with a type of skepticism. "Father already wanted me to go with him. He begged me every day before he left the village to, apparently, look for innocence. Besides, what was father going to tell me?"

Komui leaned on his desk, picking up a picture and smiling down at its contents. "Well, he said something about exposing you to the idea at a younger age, but he wasn't going to actually take you until ten. About what he was going to tell you; He was going to start with his childhood, how he became how he is now, and why he ended up at the Black Order. He was going to slowly work in Akuma and the sort, then finally talk about your mother…" Komui frowned suddenly. He placed the picture down and looked away, as if he just couldn't bare his thoughts. "Such a secret… I couldn't believe they would hide it from me. Of course I was furious beyond belief, but look at the outcome," Komui finally smiled again, motioning to me with a look of pride in his eyes. "I absolutely adore cute little people!"

I blushed. I didn't want to, but a compliment was a compliment. And as what always comes with blushing, a small smile and giggle escaped from me. I blinked and shook my head to try to get it away from me, but I just couldn't. I had no choice but to give in. With a small smile still on my lips, I asked Komui one of my most frustrating questions. "Do you know who my mother is?"

"Of course I do," Komui stated. My heart skipped a beat, and I almost jumped out of my own skin with glee. "I've known her well," I waited eagerly, but nothing else came from Komui's mouth. He blinked at me and smiled knowingly. "No, I will not tell you. Your father has to tell you,"

I gasped at his words. "What? Not you too!" I sat down in his comfortable red chair, giving my most adorable pouting face. After a second of cute pouting, I straightened myself into a dignified pose. I subconsciously reminded myself to keep a mature look about me, much to my childish selfishness.

Komui chuckled lightly. He reached down into his desk and pulled out one more pictures from his file. He studied it for a moment before he sighed. "This was taken… about a year before Allen, your father, disappeared. It was taken at the Pena Mansion in Spain. He was assigned a mission there to protect a young sick girl while Central searched for innocence,"

He handed me the photo, which I took hesitatively as I asked. "Central… sounds familiar. Who is Central?"

"Our higher ups. They run the Black Order, technically, though we pretty much run ourselves most of the time," I nodded at his words before I finally looked at the picture. My heart pounded erratically, not sure whether to speed up or slow down. In the picture I saw my father, around Jason's age. He was sitting in the middle of a circular bed with his legs crossed. Timcanpy was on his shoulder, looking only slightly smaller than he was now. He was smiling in a goofy way, with his eyes closed and his mouth ajar as if he was laughing.

Next to father was Reynaldo, who was smiling so big that it almost didn't seem natural. He was standing in front of the bed, his hands in his pockets in a nonchalant way. He was wearing the same hat that he was wearing now, and he seemed to be proud at that moment.

What really caught my attention was the girl who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders were squared, and her legs were crossed in the low, elegant way. Her head was tilted to the right slightly, her chin tilted up slightly. She looked like she was made for the camera; her skin was glowing and not a single thing about her seemed flawed. Her smile was truly breathtaking, and she seemed to take command of the whole picture because of such. I recognized the woman in the picture: it was Reynaldo's sister.

I slowly looked up to Komui, who was obviously reading my every move. I tilted my head ever so slightly. "Why are you showing me this…?"

Komui straightened his posture, holding a professional look about himself. "I was wondering if you knew what your father's life was like before,"

I blinked at his statement. 'Do I really have such little knowledge?' I thought as I looked back to the photo. Could it be that all I know… is just a worthless fraction of his existence? As I looked at the photo, many questions appeared. Why was father laughing? Was father always so informal with his missions? Was he really close to the people in the Black Order? Was Timcanpy always around?

As I stared at the picture, I began to focus on Reynaldo. I couldn't remember if he mentioned this before. By this, I mean how father was assigned to look after his sister. When did his relationship with her start? How long did it last? When did it end? Where did I come in in any of this…?

I looked back to Komui, my heart aching with questions. I wanted answers. I wanted them badly. Komui looked at my pained faced, and worry stretched across his. He walked across the room to a large grey book at the shelf. He pulled it out and blew across the top of it. Dust could be seen from all the way on my side of the room. He brought it back to the desk and dropped it in front of me.

I looked at the book skeptically. I was about to ask a question when I read the cover of the book. 'Code: Gray-man'… what did that mean? I carefully reached out and placed my hand on the cover. As I turned it, I could feel the tired, old book nearly crumbling into pieces. I carefully placed the cover to the side and read the title page.

Code: Gray-man

TOP SECRET

For special agents eyes only

I looked up to Komui with confusion in my eyes. He smiled at me and motioned for me to continue. I turned to the next page and began to read out loud.

"Chapter one: Presetting- a basic understanding… Subject was born with a deformed arm and abandoned by his parents… met a man by the name of Mana, who worked as a clown for a traveling circus. Mana took him in and raised him as his foster father. The name given to him was that of a dog that passed away who had been his only friend- what is this?" I cried as I looked up to Komui. "This is… this is so sad…"

Komui's eyes showed a type of sorrow that I couldn't quite understand. He reached down and whipped a tear off my cheek. I gasped, not even realizing it was there in the first place. I rubbed my arm across my face to quickly dry the tears. They still didn't stop flowing. I couldn't tell why. Why was I crying so much?

"That's your father's story. Grey is a mixture of black and white. Your father has many secrets, Alicia, and this book holds almost all of them," Komui cooed as he rubbed my back. My lips began to quiver and more tears fell from my eyes. "Do you want to keep reading?" Komui's question barely reached me. When I finally realized what he asked, I slowly nodded my head.

/O\

A white cloak flowing in the wind took all of my attention as I peered over the city of London. It was strangely exhilarating to see the cloak flying in the wind before the city. From the man who wore that cloak, I felt his confidence radiating around him. He had the power to do this. I was given the opportunity to join him. It was what we had hoped for; but not at all this soon.

Also, I had hoped that it would be Allen with me at this moment. As I walked to his side a caught a glimpse of his face from the corner of my eye, I noticed the creamy colors that dominated his pupils. It would seem that Neah was still in control.

"I know we've all waited a long time for this," his voice was distinct, and appeared almost alien coming from Allen's mouth. He turned towards me with his large, almost cocky smile. "You and me… and Allen. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I know that Allen wouldn't be able to handle this right now… I know," I blinked in curiosity as Neah turned his head to the side as he spoke his last sentence. It was as if he wasn't speaking to me at all. I flicked the hat on my head before I pointed to him accusingly.

"Why the urgency? Allen and I had planned this to take place in at least two more years,"

Neah nodded presently, the smile still apparent on his face. He held out his left arm, studying its claws curiously as he spoke. "Yes, two more years… to be exact, one year from next month. The girl you are looking for would be ten by then,"

"Ten…" I stated curiously as I rubbed my temple. I was confused for the most part. With Neah's views on the subject, it had been established that Allen did had some type of communication with this girl. It was also important enough for Neah to take Allen's place in case of a panic attack. But I just couldn't place two and two together. I knew it was right in front of me… "Why ten?"

Neah seemed indifferent as he scanned the horizon of London. After a moment, he finally spoke. "He thinks she's too fragile to handle the situation. My sources tell me the opposite… I've tried to tell him he has no choice since she's no longer under the protection of the village,"

I scratched my head slightly as I tried to find what Neah was looking for across the horizon. "I guess Allen's just got a soft spot for kids… why are she so important anyway?"

Neah blinked forcibly. He took his eyes away from London and studied me curiously. "Do you not remember, brother?"

I shook my head slowly. It was slightly uncomfortable to be called brother by Neah. Sure, he was the actual brother in the situation, but I have not known him like I've known others. Thinking of such, I realized how I could answer him. "I don't remember my other lives. I feel as if it has been blocked out. I only remember bits and pieces… just what is considered necessary, I believe,"

I expected him to complain, or to speak of what I may need to know from the past. I didn't expect him to do as he did.

"Sad…" he muttered as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I curiously looked up to him. On his face was a small smile, his features revealing his sadness. In his eyes I found him to be sincere, for they seemed full of regret and sorrow. "It may be for the best that you do not know. I'm sure you are not thinking of the same situation I am. Though we shared many found memories as brothers, I am glad you do not know of my downfall…"

I was speechless at his words. He moved away from me, holding his arms out to the sky. I stared at the ground, wondering of his words and their meanings. I remembered the story the Millennium Earl told to me, and wondered briefly if Neah was more connected to the story than I thought.

"Hello there, Timcanpy," I heard Neah cooed in front of me. "I think it's time you went and said hi… Allen is with Tyki now, so you are not required in order for communication. Be careful, little Golem, stay in the shadow's, and locate Alicia!" I looked up in time to see Timcanpy flying away from Neah's arms.

"Alicia…" I wondered as I tried to remember the familiarity of her name. "That sounds awfully close to-"

A long, detached sigh distracted me from my boggling. I saw Allen place his clawed hand against his distressed face. "This is all a mess, Neah. I just can't take this stress… If anything happens to her, I'm gonna-!"

I leaned forwards slightly, weary of his reaction. "Allen?"

Allen looked at me curiously. A look of understanding washed over him and he gave a simple nod. "Yeah, it's me…well; I know what Neah said today, but… I think I need to take a day to take everything in before we do this…"

I smiled slightly. "Good to have you back, brother,"

Allen gave a small smile. "Yeah… Good to be back, Tyki,"

/O\

Allen threw up a rock and caught it. 'An Akuma blew up the west wing,' Allen thought as he tossed up the rock again. 'I guess we're just lucky he attacked the wrong side… Cilicia was in the east wing,' Allen tossed up the rock and caught it again. 'After I brought salvation to its soul, they told me to wait here… until either Lord Pena came back, or someone came out that door…'

Allen threw up his rock again. He repeated this act 3,456 times before the door to Cilicia's room opened. Out walked the same maid that Cilicia had saved, crying into a handkerchief. She was a French woman, with long blonde hair and a dainty face. She turned to look at Allen, who sat up from the long couch he had been waiting on for hours.

The women took a step back and shook her head at him. "I thought you were supposed to protect her!" she cried into her handkerchief, speaking in perfect English. "Now… Now I don't even know if she'll wake up… Et c'est votre défaut entier!" she ran off in the opposite direction. Allen held out his hand, though he knew she would not see his pleading. 'And it's your entire fault…' Allen thought as he slowly lowered his hand, wondering himself if it was his fault. The phrase repeated itself over and over in his head. 'Et c'est votre défaut entier'… 'and it's your entire fault'… It could have been. If he was there, maybe nobody would have been hurt. Guilt washed over Allen. 'Maybe… maybe she's right. It is my fault. I was distracted… I didn't see the Akuma coming…'

Another person walked out of Cilicia's room, whipping his head with a rag as he exited. "Well, Walker," Reynaldo Pena's voice reached Allen's detached ears. Allen looked towards him without looking at him, feeling as if he did not have the right to. "We've seen this before. She had woken up in an hour, though… it's been quite a few,"

"Is it my fault?" Allen muttered as he looked down at his feet. "Is it because I wasn't there…? Is it because I didn't…" Allen reached up to touch his left eye. It was truly a curse, especially when everyone expected so much from one person. His hand closed into a fist in front of his eye. He cursed himself for being as foolish as a child… why did he turn the only person who had ever cared for him, even if it was under selfish conditions, into something so horrible and cruel…

Reynaldo raised an eyebrow at Allen. "I heard you were cursed…" Reynaldo walked towards Allen, watching him carefully. "That's why you have that scar, isn't it?"

Allen gave a solemn nod. "I can see the souls that are attached to the Akuma… the poor, tortured souls. I have dedicated my life to bring salvation to those souls…"

Reynaldo took a seat next to Allen with a drawn out sigh. "Well, Walker… No," Allen looked to Reynaldo with puzzlement. Reynaldo whipped his forehead again. "I don't think that eye of yours would've made a difference. The West wing is far away from Cilicia's room, and it may have been worse… you and Link were in the hallway that had the least stuff that could hurt you. If you were in the room, who knows how much you would be hurt,"

"What does it matter how hurt I was?" Allen looked over to Reynaldo with a small glare. "And if Link was in there, he would've been able to treat the lady. He knows more medical stuff than I do…"

"You don't get it, do you?" Reynaldo leaned back on the arm of the chair. "Cilicia passed out because she helped the maid. If she were aware that you or Link were hurt in any way, she would've stressed to keep herself awake while she treated you as well,"

Allen looked down at the floor again. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. The question bugged him, and he had to know the truth. "Why were you the one to contact the Black Order?" Allen received no answer. He looked up to Reynaldo, whose face was being held up by the palm of his hand. He seemed to be in deep thought. Allen looked down at his hands. "I heard only seconds before the explosion that she is to be married… if that's true, then why isn't she already married and being protected by him-"

"Because Cilicia doesn't love him," Reynaldo's words made Allen look up from his hands. Confusion was apparent on his face as Reynaldo continued. "Of course, that isn't the reason she's not with him now, but it would've been enough for me," Reynaldo sighed as he leaned his head into his hand. "In front of our father, she was pleased and happy at the arrangement," Reynaldo began to rub his temple as he spoke. "And she may have been, at first… They went on a date together, not too far away… she came back to me in fear. She claimed that he ordered these… demons to go after her. She was afraid to tell father; he wouldn't have listened anyway. He had the same problem with our eldest sister. She claimed that the man himself was a demon so that she wouldn't have to marry him. That claim turned out not to be true, so Cilicia knew that our Father wouldn't listen to her,"

Allen glared at his hands. "I'd believe her," he muttered. Reynaldo raised his head, looking to Allen with a new found curiosity. "I'd believe Cilicia… I'd believe her if she told me that she saw a pig fly, or that the sun disappeared. I'd… just believe her,"

Reynaldo lifted his head and smiled to Allen. "You're the one,"

Allen blinked at Reynaldo's sudden statement. "Eh?"

"You're the one I've been waiting for. I knew it for a while now… Allen, can you do me the greatest favor of all time?" Allen looked to Reynaldo as if he was a mad man. Had he not just failed at his soul mission? Didn't Cilicia just get hurt? But he saw in Reynaldo's eyes pure hope; hope like non he had ever truly seen before. He nodded without question, feeling as if he was fit to fulfill any mission put before him. Reynaldo smiled. "Allen Walker, will you please… will you always love my sister? Always have a special place in your heart just for her?"

Allen gasped, his face turning a bright shade of red. "I-i…" Allen stuttered at what to say. How could he answer such questions, when not too long ago he had kissed her lips, and betrayed the woman who he was supposed to love exclusively?

"Allen, I'm asking you to take care of Cilicia for me," Allen stopped stuttering at Reynaldo's words. "Whatever it takes, please, put her before yourself. I know it's selfish of me, but I want my sister happy… and she's happy with you. I can't stand what my father is doing to her, but if she has someone by her side who she can express all her feelings too… then I can swallow my pride until all this has blown over…"

Allen slowly began to shake his head, unsure of how to react. But slowly, as he thought of the beautiful young woman in the other room, he began to nod his head. "Yea… yes. I… I love Cilicia,"

Reynaldo's smile was from ear to ear. He slapped Allen on his shoulders. "I knew it! I hoped it. I know you will take care of her… but I'm not asking you to forget about Lenalee," Reynaldo looked Allen in his eyes. "I guess I have a twisted way of thinking, but I want you to stay with your girlfriend… I'm sure Cilicia wouldn't want to get between the two of you either,"

Allen gave a crooked smile. "I… I guess I can make it work… have you ever loved two people before?"

"Oh, no. I've never loved two people at one time… maybe three or five, but never really two. Amazing how that works out, isn't it? Of course, they always seem to know each other…" Reynaldo took a deep thinking pose, which caused Allen to chuckle. Reynaldo smirked and smacked Allen's back in a brotherly manner. "Thank you Allen. I know that whenever I'm not around, she'll be okay. While she's in her weak condition now, while she is sick, while Akuma are attacking and maybe even in the future,"

Allen bit his lip as he took in the information. Something else was still bothering him. He looked at Reynaldo from the corner of his eye. "About that… I think I need some answers. What about that power she has? You've seen it before? And what about her illness? She had supposedly been sick when the Akuma started attacking,"

"She is sick, but… in all truth, it's not a natural sickness. She's sick because of father," Reynaldo glared at the floor. He began to grit his teeth. "He-"

"Where is my daughter? Is she alright? And what the hell happened to my house? I demand to know!" Allen looked away from Reynaldo to see Lord Pena stomping down the halls. The servants parted as he made his way directly towards Allen. Allen stood up, as to meet Lord Pena, but he received a sharp pain across his cheek. "'Protect my daughter'! 'Better than your best'! You shameful, pitiful excuse of an Exorcist! I have the right mind to-"Lord Pena lifted his hand again, but it would never meet Allen's cheek. The man gave out an exasperated gasp as his forearm was squeezed painfully.

Allen's face was hidden by his white hair. From behind his hair, Lord Pena saw him give a small smirk. But then again, was it really Allen behind the smirk? Sure, his appearance and figure were the same, but the man behind those cream colored eyes was not Allen Walker. "Did you know, Lord Pena, that Allen was not informed of Lady Cilicia's strange power?" As Allen spoke, his voice seemed less and less like his own. Lord Pena fidgeted in his grasp. Allen lifted his head, revealing his cold eyes as he raised an eyebrow at the Lord. "I think you give Allen Walker too much credit. It's not like he can read minds or stop natural disasters. He cannot cure the sick or walk on water. He was given a simple task of watching a sickly girl, and protecting her from Akuma. Now, maybe if you told him more about the girl, like how she is being possessed by another being, he could've-"

"Allen," Link's sharp voice reached the ears of the one who should've been Allen Walker. Allen turned his head slightly with an arched eyebrow. Link stood in the doorway of the room, glaring at Allen's form. "Let Lord Pena go," Link ordered with venom laced through his voice. Allen's face showed slight amusement at Link's flustered appearance. He seemed to be completely turned upside-down. He could tell Link was struggling to keep a hold of himself.

"And you knew more than Allen did, too," Allen tilted his head. He was not fooled by Link's calm and collected nature. He knew that the man he was looking at was not at all truthful in his ways. I guess you could say that he didn't trust him. "I could tell you purposely didn't tell him. You sure do-"

"Let Lord Pena go!" Link yelled, his voice traveling through the halls of the mansion. It became deadly quiet. The air had become still as people refused to breath. It was if all sound had been taken from the earth.

Slowly, Allen gave a wide grin. "Okay," Lord Pena was then thrown across the hall, hitting the wall so forcefully that it cracked. Allen walked over to the Lord and kneeled down to his level. "I'm not usually so vulgar," He chuckled as he flicked Lord Pena's collar playfully. "Don't blame Allen for this, this was all my doing. Hm, Cilicia should be waking soon. Maybe next time you should inform someone completely before… Oh my God! Lord Pena, what happened?" Allen's natural voice flowed to the ears of the bystanders. Everyone stared wide eyed at Allen as he fumbled over what he was doing. He reacted out his hand to Lord Pena. "Here, let me help you up,"

Lord Pena was visibly shaking as he accepted Allen's hand. As Allen pulled Lord Pena up, a small cough was heard at the door. Everyone turned to see Cilicia's small frame standing in the doorway. "Is everything okay?" she asked lightly as she coughed again.

"Cilicia!" Reynaldo cried as he wrapped his large arms around his younger sister. Cilicia looked towards Allen curiously before returning Reynaldo's hug.

/O\

"Now, no more of that," Komui slammed the book closed, almost squishing my nose in the process. I yelped as a cloud of dust exploded in my face. The dust flew into the air entered my lungs, and I gagged at the unpleasant feeling. Rubbing my arm across my face to dry the tears that were still fresh on my face, I looked to Komui with a displeased glare.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at Komui as he struggled to lift the heavy book back on the shelf where he found it from. He was completely engrossed in it, and may not have been listening to me. I raised my voice in frustration. "I was reading that! I thought you wanted me to know about father!"

Komui gave a satisfied sigh as the book found its way on the shelf. He turned back to me confidently, pushing up his glasses in a know-it-all kind of way. "You have learned enough for one day. I'm sure Allen will be frustrated as it is, being that you know about Akuma and the sort before he could even tell you himself,"

"Mr. Komui, this isn't fair. I am mature enough to know this… and I have the right to know about my father!" I watched Komui with steady eyes as I voiced my opinion. He merely smiled my way and began to wave me off.

"I'll have none of that, missy!" he cooed at me playfully. He walked back to me and began collecting the photos on his desk. His smile seemed saddened as he picked up each picture carefully. "I need to clean up… people would question these pictures; especially the ones with Allen in them. And I wouldn't hear the end from Lenalee if she saw pictures of you. And you… Goodness, girl, you need to go change out of that night gown!"

I blushed as I looked down at my clothing. At first all I saw was my black leather coat that Ms. Leona had given me, at which I smiled down at with knowing eyes. But upon further inspection, I saw the long light pink color of the nightgown I was wearing the night before. It was true that I really should change out of it, because it wasn't healthy for a young woman to walk around in her nightclothes now, was it?

Of course, a major question appeared in my mind. 'What would I wear?' I pondered as I swung my legs back and forth. As an idea appeared in my head, I looked up to Komui with a small smile. "Well, I guess I do need to change, Mr. Komui… do you have any cute outfits like Ms. Lenalee's?"

Komui blinked at me with curious eyes. "Well… they are hand made by Johnny, who is one of the scientists of the order,"

"Why does the Order need scientist?" I asked with true curiosity. Komui smiled down at me, probably thinking 'oh, naive little girl!' he reached over and patted my head.

"Because the Exorcist needs us so that they can understand their innocence and how to better handle it," I blinked at Komui as he began to slip the pictures back into their original files. I giggled, which attracted Komui's attention. He looked at me curiously as I continued to giggle.

"You didn't seem like a scientist to me, Mr. Komui," I explained as I stood up from his chair. He looked slightly offended, but I continued speaking before he could interject. "Do you know where I can find Mr. Johnny so that I can ask about a change of clothes?"

Komui sucked in air as he wondered a bit. He collected some papers from his desk and tapped them to straighten them out before he spoke. "Maybe you should check the cafeteria. I'm sure that's the first place he'll be heading now that Lavi is back,"

I laughed awkwardly at what Komui had said. He raised an eyebrow at me as I did such. He placed the papers on his desk and motioned to the red sofa across from him. I walked across the room to the red sofa and sat in it properly. He sat in his desk with a light sigh. "Okay, tell me what's going on,"

And then I had to decide. Would I tell him the truth and all of the truth? Would I lie, saying something complete off the wall insane? 'No…' I thought finally, straitening my back as I prepared myself for my decision. 'He needs to know this,'

"Mr. Komui… Mr. Lavi one of the reasons I know so much about Akuma," I stated in a rush. Komui raised an eyebrow at me. Before he could speak, I continued. "I've met Mr. Lavi and Mr. Timothy, and both of them know that I'm looking for my father. They don't know who my father is, but I think it would be strange for them to see me now…"

"I see…" Komui nodded at my explanation. He did not speak to me, and I found myself in an awkward predicament. I tried very hard to avoid eye contact, but it was to no avail. From the look in his eyes, I realized he was waiting for me to finish. He knew I wasn't done. With a deep sighed, I continued. "And… I also met that man in the picture, Mr. Reynaldo…"

Komui's eyes became wide at my words. He pulled out the picture from his desk and looked at it in a panic. He pointed at Reynaldo and stuttered. "T-this man?" I nodded slowly for Mr. Komui's sake. I could tell he was taking this pretty hard. He gulped loudly. With a forced smile, he asked "What-what did he tell you?"

I blinked curiously at Mr. Komui. "He told me that Father had loved his sister. He told me that he abandoned his name and took my father's… he wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know, only what he thought was appropriate, I guess,"

Komui took a deep sigh as a look of relief appeared on his face. "Good, good… I guess that means your father has already spoken to him," he mumbled what seemed to be only meant for him. I ignored it, motioning down to my dress with a light smile.

"I was staying with Uncle Rey at the hotel that gave me this nightgown. I'm sure he's very worried about me,"

Komui nodded as he made his way towards me. he turned me around and found the tag on the back of the gown. "Ohhh, fancy," Komui chuckled as he made his way back to his desk. "Yes, I'll call him immediately. You should still change, though. It wouldn't be too much of a problem if you ran into Lavi. Tell him the truth; you witnessed a lot of death's last night, and my darling Lenalee took you in!"

I sighed lightly, realizing that I forgot the most important part of the story. I didn't mention it though. I turned away walked out of Komui's office.

Once I was a little ways away, I sighed inwardly. "I couldn't tell him, Tobi," I muttered as I stroked my golem's folded-in wings. "And it's the things I didn't tell him that are the reason I can't see Mr. Lavi or Mr. Timothy…"

I felt Tobi unravel from my neck. I gasped as Tobi jumped in front of my vision. "What's wrong, Tobi?" I asked as I reached out to his small form. "You haven't revealed yourself since we got here-"

Before I could finish my pondering, Tobi zoomed down the hall in front of me. I gasped at his urgency and followed close behind. He took sharp turns, leading me through strange hallways that seemed to go on forever, with door lining each hallway from beginning to end. Tobi took a left turn, but as I turned to follow I ran into something hard. With a squeal I fell to the ground, immediately noticing Tobi's wing's fluttering around my neck. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see the man with the strange glasses on the ground in front of me. I knew right away that it was Johnny. He blinked at me as he looked down at me, holding a small box over his head as if he knew that I would run into him. Slowly he gave a wide smile. "I was just looking for you!" he cried as he held out his hand to help me up. I slowly took his hand as minor confusion washed over me.

"You were?" I asked as I found myself quickly back on my feet. Do amazing coincidences fill this building?

He nodded excitedly. "Yes! My name is Johnny; I'm a scientist for the Order. I'm… sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but notice how you were only wearing a nightgown before and… well, here!"

He held out a small box to me. I received the box with a small 'thank you' and opened the top with care. I blinked lightly at the contents of the box. I looked up to Johnny with confusion on my face. "How did you…?"

"Komui called me when I barely began making it," Johnny smiled brightly to me. "It was short notice to begin with, so I took an older version uniform and fixed it up a bit. That's why it's silver and not red. I also took notice that you seem to like your overcoat, so I figured that you would like the style…"

I sat the box on the floor and pulled out a black and silver coat. The part that zipped up ended around my abdomen, and the bottom of the coat flared out slightly. I could tell that it was greatly modified to fit my small body. What shocked me the most was the Rose Cross on its front. I looked up to Johnny with curious eyes. "This is for me?"

Johnny nodded heavily. "Yep. Do you like it?"

I looked back to the coat with great awe. My eyes drifted down to the box again, where I saw a skirt and leggings to match. I also saw a part of small black shoes, and a white tank top. I bit my lip before looking back to Johnny. "I'm not part of the Order…" I muttered quietly, finding myself embarrassed to be showered with such an amazing gift that may be for the wrong reason.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way, catching me off guard. "Whether you are or not, it doesn't matter. We are all family here anyway. Besides, no one will think you're part of us because of that uniform; it's out of date!" He kneeled down to my level. "As long as you're here, I promise you, everyone is going to treat you as one of us," Johnny nudged me. "You better get used to it!"

I smiled brightly up to Johnny. "Thank you!" I giggled as I folded the outfit and placed it back in the box. "Do you know where I can change?"

"Sure" he motioned behind him. "I'll lead the way," I skipped alongside Johnny with glee. He went to turn a left, but stopped short and snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot!" he muttered to himself. I looked up to him with a confused stare. He smiled down to me, a light blush across his cheeks. "I forgot to ask your name!"

I giggled at his revelation. With a smile on my face that could be seen from outer space, I answered. "My name is Alicia. Alicia Ally,"

I'm not gonna lie, most of it is filler for not being able to think of how to reunite Alicia and Allen. The part I love the most about this chapter is the flashback, which I think is truly amazing!

If you'd please, I don't mind taking suggestions on what you'd like in the story. I welcome it! Next chapter I finally have some humor, though it makes them look kinda of silly. ^^

Next chapter is also CRAZY long. That's what happens when you leave writers block ^u^ I'm so excited for it, too! This chapter is not as well written as I would like, so the next fixes it!

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