A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAK!

"This is a really nice house," Allen observed as the girl, Aria, dragged him into the main halls.

He felt rather bad for the guards at the front gate, who had to lug around Aria's humongous shopping bags while the rest of Aria's family trooped around merrily.

"Have a seat, have a seat." Aria's father, Mr. Eluqince beamed. "Ari-Air has a tendency to pick up people off the streets because she's so kind-hearted."

"Paapaaaa! Don't call me that!" Said girl whined.

In all actuality, Allen doubted such generosity. When he was living on the streets, nobody had helped him. Except for Mana, but he was Neah's brother. And who wouldn't take care of the mistreated kid who had your brother's slumbering consciousness implanted inside of him?

A lot of people, actually, Black Allen mused. Lots of asses in the universe.

Regular Allen slapped Black Allen and shoved him back into a mental closet.

"Anyhow, dear." Aria's mother interrupted lightheartedly. "Mister…."

"I'm Allen. Allen Walker."

"Mister Walker. You don't seem to be from around these parts, from the way you were looking at the roads and all. Tell us about where you come from, and we'll tell you about the Capital."

So. The Capital is run by a little kid and the Prime Minister. The whitette reviewed while the guards led him to his room. Like Hitler-Wannabe Lvellie and the Vatican… I'm glad Neah crushed him.

Allen wasn't stupid.

Far from it.

He obviously couldn't trust people based on first looks; he was too experienced and battle-hardened for that, even if Road insisted that he was the most cutest thing since forever.

Even though he and Neah were now separate entities, they both retained Noah abilities (but the dark-haired half was better at using them). Some included enhanced hearing, quickened reactions, controlling all versions of the Ark, and being able to manipulate sound waves.

Allen put the "enhanced hearing" to use as soon as the guards were out of his view.

Ohhh, eww.

Moans and groans and who-knows-what were coming from over to the west wing of the mansion. Sounding rather like someone with Tyki's Teez inside them, or Wisely mind-probing them, or -

He had never realized that his "family" was made up of masochists, and other such kinds of people.

And being the sort of person he was, Exorcist General Fourteenth Noah Allen Mana Walker headed there.

General Esdeath gazed coolly at the bloated man across from her.

"Prime Minister, what have you called me here for?"

The only thing he could do was gape, horrified, at the chamber he had discovered.

Blood.

Allen stared at the various crimson-stain torture tools littered around the room, the dead, mutilated bodies piled up everywhere.

Who would…?

And he whipped his head around at the voice that croaked weakly from a cage in the corner of this hell.

"Who are y-you?" The owner of the hoarse voice was a young black-haired teen.

Allen hurriedly picked his way towards the boy. "I mean no harm."

"Are you here to rescue us?" The black-haired teen's face lit up momentarily, before being drained of all color again.

"But it's useless, they killed her, and they killed me, and I'm going to die…" With a sudden, thrashing jerk, he glared at Allen fiercely.

"Don't let them - they drugged us - the family! Aria, the little bitch! She killed Sis! She DID! SHE -"

A splatter of red decorated the floor; the life had left the young man's unfaltering eyes.

"General," the Prime Minister purred, his jowls moving, "I would like to ask a favor of you."

"And what is this favor?" Asked Esdeath, impatient. She was just itching to get back to her little toys down in the dungeons.

"I would like you," he paused, "To create a team of skillful fighters. I ask that you start today. No matter whether you find a rogue, a criminal, a hero, a citizen. No matter what they were doing at the time that you recruit them."

He finished, "As long as they are strong."

General Esdeath nodded once, sharply, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Without hesitation, Allen vowed to kill, to massacre, the family that had seemed so nice and generous. A dangerous glint wavered in his eyes, then turned absolutely murderous.

Black Allen was happy.

Mr. Eluqince was about to fall asleep when he saw it.

Those glinting eyes pierced his hazy mind, and for some incomprehensible reason, he was terrified.

With a hiss of venom, a flash of white; the creature that was supposed to have been their next experimentation subject dropped from the ceiling and slashed with gleaming claws on one hand.

The sheets were stained ruby-red.

Mrs. Eluqince hummed under her breath as she walked down the hall shrouded in shadows; her mind was on writing her diary entry for the night.

"The boy called Ieyasu had a crush on the girl Aria was playing with. His screams we -"

Her head fell onto the carpeted floor; her body followed after.

Aria decided to check in on the toys before she went to bed.

But then she saw something flashing to the side and -

Blood spurted out as Allen slit her throat.

Allen froze, tensing his muscles in preparation of a possible fight when he heard the click-clack of heavy boots behind him.

"Good evening," General Esdeath drawled, "Would you care to join my Jaegers?"

What?

"You viciously killed those poor, poor people."

Yeah, but…

"You can't run, I have my ice barriers set up."

Ohhhhh.

"You can't fight, you don't know how strong I am, you don't know if there are backup fighters."

Urk.

"I am General Esdeath, the Empire's strongest. Who are you?"

At the mentioning of the Empire, Allen made up his mind.

"Allen Walker. What are the Jaegers?"