Just a heads up, I put a bunch of Welsh in this chapter (translations included)... It will be explained why in here.

'I suppose I ought to show Flynn where the training rooms are...' Allen groans and jumps from the chair where he was doing some sort of one handed push-ups. He lands neatly on his feet, then tugs his shirt on before scurrying out to Flynn's room. He knocks three times on the door and steps back to wait for her to answer. Charm barks from inside and something else barks back. A loud thump is heard, then a groan and more barking.

"Stupid dog," Flynn mutters. He just jumped on her. Someone knocks on the door. Flynn calls, "Just a moment!"

She pulls the clothes she wore the day before on hurriedly before opening the door a crack, so as not to let Charm out. She smiles when she sees who it is, "Oh! Good morning Allen! Come in."

"Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Allen beams and enters.

"Mhmm. Until Charm attacked me. I suppose I have to begin training today."

"Yeah. I'll work with you for a few days, until my next mission, and then you'll either work on your own or with other members of the Order. Lavi and Lenalee will probably help you out."

"Lenalee is the girl with blue hair right?" Flynn begins to brush her hair.

"Yup. She's Komui's little sister."

"Really? She seems much more level-headed."

"She is."

"Hm. Well, let's get breakfast and then go to the training area."

"Lavi! Wake up!" Bookman slaps his apprentice. "Go join Allen and Flynn for breakfast. I told Komui not to assign you any missions until Flynn can go on them herself."

"Alright!" Lavi grumbles and sits up. 'At least I slept in my clothes last night.' He pulls his exorcist cloak on and heads out of his and Bookman's room in time to see Allen and Flynn walking out of the latter's room.

"Morning!" Lavi shouts and jogs up to the pair.

"Good morning." Flynn smiles. She tugs on a leash and Charm appears from around the corner. His tail wags at the familiar people. Lavi scratches the dog's head before leading them down to the dining hall.

"Gooood morning!" Jeryy hollers as the group enters the dining hall. "What can I get you?"

"Waffles. Many, many waffles." Lavi yawns.

"I'll have that as well," Flynn grins. "Oh, and a cup of earl gray tea."

"I'll have that, bacon, pancakes, French toast, apples, steak, and coffee." Allen smiles.

"I know that parasitic type exorcists have large appetites, but that doesn't explain your appetite, Flynn." Lavi chuckles, watching her sneak a piece of bacon from Allen's plate.

"Oh, hush." Flynn sighs. "I eat this much because I am hungry and still not completely at ease in this place. This isn't even close to the usual amount. Normally I am able to down more than Allen."

"I find that hard to believe- you're tiny."

"I walk around a lot. It's one of my hobbies."

"What else do you do?" Allen pipes up.

"Um, well I play violin. If I feel extremely bored, I'll cook for long periods of time. And that's about it."

"I love violin. I wish I could play it…"

"If we could procure one, I could teach you."

"That sounds nice. If we get a hold of a piano, I'll teach you that."

"I've always wished to learn piano." A few moments of silence pass as the trio continues their meal.

"Hello, Allen." A young woman with brown hair smiles slightly, almost nervously. "May I sit?"

"Of course Miranda!" Allen beams and moves aside for her to squeeze in next to him.

"I don't believe we've met." She turns to Flynn, who shrinks back a bit. "I'm Miranda. I'm new as well."

"Oh, hello Miranda. I'm Flynn…" Flynn squeaks. Charm woofs grumpily at Miranda and his hackles rise. He tries to slip under the table to bite, but is jerked back by a suddenly much more confident Flynn. "Na, Charm. Gadewch Miranda ei ben ei hun. Mae hi wedi gwneud dim i chi. (No, Charm. Leave Miranda alone. She has done nothing to you.)"

"Rydych yn gwybod Cymraeg? (You know Welsh?)" Lavi asks, somewhat surprised. He didn't know that she spoke a language aside from English. It is apparent that she is of Welsh descent. It's in her colouring. 'How did I not realize this sooner?'

"Wrth gwrs fy mod yn ei wneud. Roedd fy mam yn dod o Gymru, frlly dwi'n hanner y Gymraed a'r Saesneg hanner. (Of course I do. My mother was from Wales, so I'm half-Welsh and half-English.)"

'What language is that?' Allen sighs and stabs a piece of French toast. Miranda watches him eat before returning to her own bowl of soup. She can't help but wonder what this new girl and Lavi are talking about, however hard she concentrates on scooping up a piece of chicken floating through the warm broth.

"A ydych yn mynd i fod hyfforddiant heddiw? Fi jyst yn sylweddoli y bydd Miranda a Krory yn debygol o fod hyfforddiant yn ogystal, felly dylech gael gyfarwydd â hwy. (Are you going to be training today? I just realized that Miranda and Krory will probably be training as well, so you ought to get acquainted with them.)" Lavi asks.

"Byddaf yn. Allen Dywedodd bydd yn helpu hyd nes ei fod wedi ei anfon allan eto." (I will be. Allen said he'll help until he's sent out again.) Flynn replies softly.

"Bydd e ar gael yn fuan. Komui wir yn hoffi pa mor effeithlon y mae'n gweithio. Gallwn eich helpu i hyfforddi. Bookman eisiau i mi wylio chi beth bynnag, felly dywedodd wrth Komui i beidio â rhoi unrhyw deithiau mi nes i chi yn gallu mynd allan arnynt ar eich pen eich hun. (He'll be out soon. Komui really likes how efficiently he works. I could help you train. Bookman wants me to watch you anyway, so he told Komui not to give me any missions until you were able to go out on them on your own.)"

"Dyna ... gwerthfawrogi. Pa fath ydych chi? (That's… appreciated. What type are you?)"

"Fath offer. Mae fy morthwyl y diniweidrwydd ynddo. Mae'n tyfu neu crebachu ar fy nghais. (An equipment type. My hammer has the innocence within it. It grows or shrinks at my request.)"

"A oes unrhyw newid pwysau? A yw'n effeithio arnoch chi? (Is there any weight change? Does it affect you?)"

"Os bydd newid pwysau, nid wyf yn sylwi arno. Gallai hynny fod oherwydd dim ond rwy'n ei accommodator. Yr eiddoch mewn Parasol? (If there is a weight change, I don't notice it. That might just be because I'm its accommodator. Yours is in a parasol?)"

"Mae'n debyg felly. Mae'n troi yn darian ac yna gwn. Os nad oedd y ddau Allen a byddwn yn marw. (Apparently so. It turned into a shield and then a gun. If it hadn't both Allen and I would be dead.)"

'Could that mean…? No, Allen and Lenalee's innocence did the same… But still…' "Mae hynny'n ddefnyddiol. Byddai wedi bod yn drueni am y fath exorcist ifanc addawol ac fath wraig eithaf i farw. (That's helpful. It would've been a shame for such a promising young exorcist and such a pretty woman to perish.)"

"Tawel, Lavi. Canmoliaeth yn neis, ond nid oes angen eu defnyddio ar mi. (Quiet, Lavi. Compliments are nice, but you need not use them on me.)"

"O mewn gwirionedd? Nid yw hyd yn oed os ydw i'n dweud rhywbeth mor anhygoel o boeth a fyddai'n gwely hyd yn oed y mwyaf urddasol o ferched? (Oh really? Not even if I said something so incredibly hot that would bed even the most dignified of women?)"

"Mae hynny braidd yn amhriodol, ond os hynny fod yn wir, yna ewch i'r dde ei flaen, ond byddaf yn tiwnio chi allan am weddill heddiw. (That is rather inappropriate, but if that be the case, then go right ahead, but I will tune you out for the remainder of today.)"

"Eh, mae'n ddrwg gennyf. Dydw i ddim yn arfer siarad â phobl nad ydynt wedi tyfu i fyny gyda gonsurwyr. (Eh, sorry. I'm not used to talking to people who haven't grown up with exorcists.)"

"Mae'n eithaf iawn. Os caf fod yn swrth? (It's quite alright. If I may be blunt?)"

"UH, yn sicr. (Uh, sure.)"

"Ydych chi hyd yn oed yn golygu unrhyw beth rydych yn ei ddweud? Ddoe mi sylwi bod llawer o emosiynau ddangoswyd gennych yn mwgwd-maent Nid oedd cyrraedd eich llygaid. Deallaf fod bod yn Bookman yn golygu cadw pellter emosiynol gan y bobl efallai y byddwch yn dda iawn gweld gostyngiad mewn brwydr er mwyn dogfennu yn unol â hynny, ond mae'n rhaid iddo fod yn anodd i beidio â ffurfio rhyw fath o gysylltiad yn rhaid i chi ymddiried yn eich bywyd. (Do you even mean anything you say? Yesterday I noticed that many emotions you displayed were a mask- they did not reach your eyes. I understand that being a Bookman means keeping emotional distance from the people you may very well see fall in battle in order to document it accordingly, but it has to be hard not to form some sort of connection you have to trust with your life.)"

"Mae yna rai pethau yr wyf yn unig ddweud ac eraill rwyf wir yn ei olygu. (There are some things that I merely say and others I truly mean.)"

"Ydych chi'n gorffen, Allen? Dylem fynd i lawr i'r ystafelloedd hyfforddiant cyn bo hir. Rwyf am ddechrau cyn gynted ag y bo modd."

"What?" Allen looks up in confusion when Flynn addresses him.

"Oh, sorry. Are you finished, Allen? I want to get started with training as soon as possible."

"Oh! Yeah, let's head down to the training area! Lavi, Miranda, if you want to train with us, you're welcome to."

"I'll have to take a rain check. Komui wanted to see me after breakfast." Miranda smiles politely and excuses herself.

"I'm game. It might help to actually have an equipment type on deck anyway." Lavi smirks as though Allen should've thought of that himself.

"So, what now?" Flynn frowns and looks around the training floor, which so far only looks like a big dark room with random columns scattered about. She peers around and sees a flash of blue and black in the corner of her eye and when she looks back at Lavi and Allen, that odd gold orb she saw the previous day settles on Allen's head. "I meant to ask you yesterday, but what is that little gold thing?"

"That's Timcanpy. He's my golem." Allen grins as Timcanpy flutters about before resettling on his shoulder. "He's somewhat like a telephone for exorcists."

"Oh…"

"I suppose we'll start off with you activating your innocence. You brought the parasol, correct?"

"That I did." She presents it to the men and Charm barks at it. "Tawel (Quiet), Charm."

"Good, now try to activate it by thinking 'Innocence, activate'."

"Um, okay." 'Innocence, activate?' "Am I doing this right?"

"It might take a few tries. You've only used it once." Lavi grins encouragingly.

'Innocence, activate.' A few moments pass… 'Innocence, activate!' The parasol opens by itself and turns into a small sword with a wavy blade.

"That's weird." Allen comments. "Hasn't it only been a shield and a gun?"

"Perhaps it's trying to find what will fit best to how she fights." Lavi suggests with a passive wave. "Maybe we should get Yu over here to spar. He might have some good tips if it remains a sword."

"Don't call me that." Kanda appears out of the shadows with Mugen drawn and at Lavi's throat. He turns an eye to Flynn and says, "You're holding it wrong."

"Um… Will you help me, Sir Kanda?" Flynn asks softly.

"It's a kris. Hold it with your dominant hand."

"Like this?"

"No." He moves forward abruptly and sheathes Mugen before placing Flynn's hand properly around the hilt. He pulls Mugen back out and melts into the shadows.

"Do I have to name it?" Flynn frowns, looking at the weapon. "It looks so ceremonial…"

"Might as well. It could encourage it to remain a kris." Lavi shrugs, leaning against a column.

"Um… Nimue. It means 'memory'."

"Hopefully it'll remember to be a blade."

"Tawel (Quiet). Um, what now?"

"We'll spar." Allen grins, activating his arm. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

"Lavi, hold Charm." Lavi takes the leash and tugs the dog a few feet from what would be Allen and Flynn's sparring spot. He watches as they circle each other, both in a slightly crouched position so as to leap at their target better.

"You can make the first move." Allen smiles at Flynn. She nods abruptly and lunges to the left, but halts and spins to the right, aiming at Allen's kidney. He dodges and knocks her back lightly. She stumbles, but regains her footing quickly. Lavi notes that her pupils dilate when she locks her gaze on Allen, who knocks her back again. Flynn latches onto Allen's arm when he draws it back in, but hesitates with her knife poised above his wrist.

"It's okay to stab me. My arm can be fixed." Allen says as he shakes her off.

"Since you'll be the one out and fighting Akuma, maybe just use fists for now." Lavi rolls his eye. "Or practice on a dummy with the knife."

"I'd prefer to just use fists for now, if that's all right." Flynn stands shakily. The blows are getting to her. She drops her knife, which instantly returns to its usual parasol form, and heads back up to Allen, who has deactivated his arm.

"Do you want to take a break?" Allen frowns.

"No, no. It's okay, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Shut up and fight." Allen's eyebrows rise, but he lowers himself to a fighting stance across from Flynn. He makes the first move- a right hook to her abdomen. She spins away from the hit and returns with a powerful kick aimed at his head. He's knocked down, but regains his footing quickly and throws out another swipe. Her pupils dilate when the hit connects with her hip. A low growl comes from her throat and her eyes flash a brilliant violet. Then she crumples to the ground. Allen rushes forward to see if she's alright and is surprised to see that she's smirking. Flynn swings her legs around, toppling Allen, and moves swiftly to pin him. Lavi begins counting down from ten as Allen struggles against her. Once Lavi gets down to two, Flynn delivers a sharp blow to the head that knocks Allen out.

"Man that was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?" Lavi whoops.

"Um… It's just a skill I picked up." Flynn shrugs and gets off of Allen's chest.

'So she's back to being timid… She seems much more comfortable in confrontation than in a somewhat nurturing setting…' "We should probably take him up to see the nurse."

"He will most likely need some ice."

"Help me get him up, will you?"

"Mhmm." Lavi pulls one of Allen's arms around his shoulder while Flynn does the same with Allen's other arm and they begin to drag/carry him to the infirmary.

"Rydych yn llawer cryfach nag oeddwn yn meddwl eich bod.(You're much stronger than I thought you were.)" Lavi says mildly.

"Bob amser yn disgwyl annisgwyl. (Always expect surprises.)"

"Sut yn union wnaethoch chi gaffael sgiliau megis y rhai yr ydych newydd ei ddangis? (How exactly did you acquire skills such as the ones you just demonstrated?)"

"Mae'n stori hir ac nid yn un arbennig o hapus. (It's a long story and not a particularly happy one.)"

"Mae gennym amser a chyn belled ag y gwn i, ni yw'r unig rai sy'n siarad Cymraeg. Ar wahân i Bookman, wrth gwrs. (We have time and as far as I know, we are the only ones that speak Welsh. Aside from Bookman, of course.)"

"Mae'n stori am y tro. Bydd eich syched am wybodaeth yn gorfod aros am gyfnod byr. Rwy'n gobeithio y gallwch chi ymdrin â hynny. (It is a tale for another time. Your thirst for knowledge will have to wait a short while. I hope you can handle that.)"

"Da iawn. (Very well.)"

"What happened to Allen?" The nurse asks, prodding him with a medical tool of some sort.

"He and Flynn were sparring and he underestimated her." Lavi smiles charmingly.

"He should be fine. He'll just need some ice to keep his head from swelling."

"That's good." Flynn sighs in relief. For a little, she was worried she had seriously injured the man who not only saved her life, but brought her into a new one. It really feels like a large family to her so far. Of course, she has yet to meet everyone, but of the one's she's met, save Kanda, they've all been very welcoming and friendly.

"What happened?" Allen grumbles, pushing himself up to a sitting position on the infirmary bed. "My head is spinning."

"Flynn knocked the crap out of you." Lavi grins.

"I'm sorry! Mae'n ddrwg gen i! Doeddwn i ddim yn ei olygu i! Mae'n union fath o ddigwyddodd… (I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It just sort of happened…)" Flynn cries out frantically.

"He still doesn't speak Welsh."

"Oh! I said 'I didn't mean to! It just sort of happened…'"

"It's alright. It's amazing how well you did on your first day of training. You'll be a full-fledged exorcist in no time!" Allen smiles. "We ought to get some lunch. I'm starved."

"Lunch sounds great right now." Lavi stretches back and his stomach rumbles, as if to agree.

"How does her training appear to be going?" Komui asks.

"Fine. She's unfamiliar with a knife as far as I could tell. She appears to excel at fist fighting. Allen's in the infirmary right now." Kanda huffs, pacing across Komui's paper-covered office.

"Good. That's good."

Whew, that chapter shot out. Of course the translations make it longer, but I liked it. R&R, people. If I don't start getting reviews, I'll sic Light and his Death Note on you *evil grin*. In reality, I don't really mind if I get reviews, but it might help motivate me to write faster. Especially with school coming up.