Arisa woke early because of a sharp spasm caused by her leg falling off the bed, and after painfully hoisting it back up and massaging out the pain, she walked downstairs, surprised to see her mother, apparently waiting for something.

"Hey, you. I heard you broke your ankle. What's that gonna cost me?" Were the first words out of her mouth, no "Good morning" or "How did you sleep".

"Nothing, it was a free casting from the community hospital."

"Good." She huffed, and walked back to the couch. Arisa just scowled, grabbed a muffin and hobbled back up the stairs to her room. She sat and glared again at the ring.

I suppose I should just get over it.... At least it's a pretty enough ring..... But that was my fathers flute..... In truth, Arisa had never actually known her father, but her brother and mother had. Everyone said that she got all of him and almost nothing of her mother. Arisa wouldn't know though, her mother banned all pictures when she was young.

After about an hour of trying to find something to occupy her time with, she gave up, grabbed the ring, slipped it on her finger and went out into her front yard with a book. She stretched out on the grass and dove into the book, ignorant of the danger lurking not 50 yards away.

The level 3 and it's companion, a level 2, watched their prey from the bush, It was almost comical, the prey had a broken bone, no idea how to use her innocence and was completely oblivious to their presence. This would be the easiest innocence ever captured. They pinpointed the ring to be the source. They had it in the bag, they knew that. That is, until it picked up on their presence.

The ring on Arisa's finger began twitching so she took off the source, the ring, and watching in astonishment as it grew! It stretched into a long, familiar shape and her heart beat with joy as she saw it. So her flute had been there the whole time! But why had it only turned back now? She tentatively picked it back up, it was warm and she smiled. She basically threw down the book she had been reading and started into the B flat major scale. She loved the feeling of the metallic keys clicking as she coaxed the sweet sound from the long silver instrument. Then she heard something wrong. It was a high pitched keening noise, like a dying animal....... She continued back down her scale but stopped before she could complete it as their was an explosion in the bush off to her right.

The level 3 watched in alarm as his companion reacted to the music and then came the pain, oh the pain was excruciating, It was like being torn apart from the inside. He heard a shrill sound and realized it was him. Suddenly the pressure lessened and he was left whimpering. He knew his weaker companion hadn't been able to survive the accidental attack. He looked through the bush, his mind still tingling but stable enough. He saw the confused girl looking over at the bush, probably contemplating whether or not to come and see what was going on. He decided now was the time to take his leave, he ran out behind a bush and back to the central meeting area for the akuma that had gathered. Luckily for him, he had been spared by the blood that coated his hands and had granted him this shell.

Arisa stared at the bush, had someone put a stink bomb in the neighbors yard? The kids in the area were known for that kind of thing. But that didn't explain the keening or whimpering.... unless..... she shot up and ran over, looking for a hurt animal but finding nothing. She sighed heavily, perhaps it had hit the sprinkler. There were hints of the explosion. Hmm, tell the neighbors or wait for them to pin the blame on bratty kids? She wasn't an idiot, if she reported it, they'd probably think she did it. If they knew her, they wouldn't suspect her but of course her mother and brothers reputations basically made everyone stereotype her as the same. It was a sad fact but that was why Hikomi was her only friend. She knew she over thought this and tended to pity herself because of it but she felt she deserved a little pity for the girl no one would get to know....

She turned back to her spot and picked up the flute which had turned an icy cold. She sighed, she was just glad it was here. She elatedly hobbled inside and climbed the stairs of the now vacant house, arriving in her room to begin playing from her advanced techniques book.

It wasn't until almost an hour or two later that the flute turned back into the ring.

Allen, Lavi and Lenalee couldn't even remember if they had school that day, they didn't particularly care. They were completely fed up and really just wanted to get home. Komui had wanted them to make friends and be with people their own ages, people their own ages passed by them at a wide distance, through either fear or envy. Plus, the lunch lady had not been happy with Allen when he started ordering 3 of everything. They also knew, that their supposed exorcist wouldn't be attending because of a broken ankle.

Instead, they were out shopping, they had sent a golem transmission to Komui about the absolute impossibility of tracking down the voice. Komui had said it stopped moving and had turned back their way at a rapid pace once they had arrived. They had also reported the possibility of an exorcist and Komui had said to bring her in for evaluation at all costs, they needed every exorcist they could get. They knew they had to but Lenalee was having nightmares about when it happened to her and Allen and Lavi were trying to figure out how to approach someone and basically order them to come to headquarters. It would definitely be awkward but what Komui had said was true. They needed any exorcist they could find. It was a good sign with all the akuma, it meant either they were after Allen, Lavi and Lenalee or there was innocence. The first one was almost impossible considering they had been here before the exorcists even knew of the case, so it had to be innocence.

They were outside the small line of shops, Allen trying not to ask about the small pastry shop they were passing. Lenalee had wanted to try some of the coffee she heard about from this one shop in the small town. It was supposed to be the best coffee in the country. They wanted to test that theory.

They entered the small shop, sat and ordered.

"So, when do you think Komui can get back to us?" Allen asked.

"He's probably working hard to bring his sweet Lenalee home." Lavi snickered. Lenalee blushed slightly then kicked Lavi under the table, causing him to grunt in pain.

The waitress put down their drinks, it was indeed very good coffee but they all agreed that Lenalee's was far better. From there, their day was fairly boring, no akuma attacks, no golem messages, no nothing. It was almost like the worlds most boring vacation.

Komui was indeed frenzied, but not because of his 'sweet Lenalee', instead it was because Hevlaska had received a prophecy so cryptic no one could understand what on Earth it meant.

Yet another exists on the sinful side
Holding the key to him is her
Holding the key to her is him
Memories resurface and tell all

Everyone was trying to understand what it meant, usually Hevlaska only received prophecies when she was probing an exorcist, seeing their prophecy. This was different, it was more of a riddle. It could mean many things and Hevlaska said she could not see anything more than that.