A/N I plan on adding this chapter, along with at least another one (hopefully) this week. I'm really in the writing mood and seemed to be very motivated.

blueballad: thank you for the advice and help. You couldn't have read my mind better about the whole "Mary Sue" thing nor picked a more perfect times to say it lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (especially D. Gray Man). sigh Oh how I wish I did.

Redemption

It didn't die

It did

Its just lost, you need to find it

I don't want it

Then how can you live?

I still have a heart.

Shante' fell back on the small, yet rather comfortable bed and sighed.

"Finally," she sighed.

A quick glance around the room told her that she would add a few personal and sentimental decorations, the little amount that she did have.

Standing up, she pulled a bundle of cloth from her bag. Undoing the multiple white folds, a medium size picture behind a glass frame was revealed. Placing it gently on the desk, she smiled and ran her fingers along the mahogany frame. The picture had been of her and Christopher at their party.

His bright smile and eyes and her long hair and beautiful face grew attention immediately. They were young but in love. His arm was tightly wrapped around her while she draped an arm around him tenderly.

She withdrew from the desk and changed into the clothes Lenalee mentioned. She had noticed the other girl had worn similar attire. Shante's suit consisted of long sleeves top with a big portion of the back gone. The pants felt tight around her hips and thighs, but fell loose toward the ankles.

The young girl examined herself in the mirror while tucking the pants into her heeled boots. Twisting this way and that, she smiled slightly. Her smile fell somewhat when she turned her back toward the mirror and found herself staring at the intricate and huge tattoos on her back.

"I guess there was no other way," she sighed before quickly undoing her plaits and let her hair fall down to cover her back.

Though she exuded confidence with her entire being there was much that she felt self conscious about, especially her left arm. Grabbing her wrist and feeling the bareness of her skin along with the ragged, one -year- old vertical scar, Shante rummaged through her bag to find the thick bangle she wore to hide, what she called, the "mark of her true self"

"She really made a mess of things here," an unknown voice mumbled.

White light seemed to flow from everywhere, swallowing her in its glow.

"Sad really, so beautiful, but looks can be deceiving," a second voice agreed. Blinking left than right, the girl saw unfamiliar faces. Not that she was surprised, her future held no familiarity in it anymore. Hands moved quickly around her and she began to recognize a sharp , yet dull pain in her left arm.

"Wonder what made her do this... its a sin you know, taking ones life," the second voice stated, oblivious to her waking up.

The first doctor sighed and shook his head, " Who knows, but she didn't want to die too much...she cut the wrong way."

Shante snorted pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, feeling slightly unnerved at how quickly her past could rush back into her mind after she had fought so long to keep it at bay. A tingling sensation flowed from her scar to the rest of her arm when she snapped her bangle on. That memory had awaken so many feelings. A slight grin appeared on her face out of pity as she recalled the excitement, rush of energy, and happiness that flowed through her that night when she saw the blood flowing from her arm.

More, let me see more.

Bleed out all the pain.

"Hmph," Shante' grimaced in the mirror, seeing not the beautiful person everyone else saw, but instead a sinful, twisted, and faithless woman.

I wasn't always like this, but my love for you is what corrupted me, Christopher

Shante shook her head and hid behind her facade once again, before opening the door to leave.

"WELCOME HOME!!" numerous amounts of exorcists, finders, and scientists yelled in unison. Shante' had jumped back in surprise and clasped her chest, close to where her broach was.

"Shit," she was muttered, before smiling. "All this is for me?" she asked gleaming at the beautiful decorations, the smiling faces, and the wonderful array of food.

"Of course," Lenalee said bringing pastries over. "Your apart of our family now."

The French woman smiled, letting tears fall freely from her eyes, while she cradled the young girl, her son putting his small comforting arms around them both.

"Tsk' ,ssshh, you are too wonderful to cry. You never have to cry again." the older woman spoke, her French accent thick.

"Ma'ma, what's going to happen to her?" a young curious boy asked his mother. She smiled and kissed both their foreheads.

"Nothing, I'll let nothing happen to her," she promised. "Worry no more, you'll be with us from no on. We won't let anything happen to you, your apart of our family now"

Shante smiled and gladly took them from Lenalee. Kanda stood nearby, still scowling, while Allen, despite his small frame, was greedily eating multiple pieces of everything.

"Yuu-chan!!" a rather awkward high pitched voice yelled. Anyone near by saw Kanda twitch.

"Baka usagi," Kanda grunted unsheathing Mugen.

A young man around the same age as Kanda, yet slightly taller, with fiery red hair and a head band held up his hands in defense.

"Calm down Yuu, it's a party, live a little," the red head joked. "So where the new chick? Allen said she was really…"

He turned and caught sight of Shante and mentally yelled "Strike!" numerous times. His crooked smile fell on his face.

"Hi I'm Lavi," he managed to say and held out a hand. The girl, distracted by his bright hair, finally saw his playful yet handsome face.

"Shante'" she smiled with a pastry filled cheek and took his hand. Lavi bowed and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Lifting his head, she was a little taken back when she saw the eye patch, Not wanting to stare her eyes flew to his uncovered one.

Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes caught his remarkably green one. His one beautiful eyes made her turn her head in embarrassment. She had only known one other person with such green eyes.

Lavi stared, unblinking, "Wow," he blurted, "and you have a great body to boot" As soon as the words escaped his lips, he clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Lavi!" both Allen and Lenalee said in unison. Kanda shook his head slightly.

The new girl didn't know whether to feel irritated, angry, or take it as a compliment, so she arched an eyebrow and swallowed her food.

"Really? Your staring awfully hard then aren't you," she replied coyly with a smirk.

Lavi smiled, glad that she hadn't taken him to be some sort of a pervert for looking so much. He was glad that she could possibly be someone he could possibly joke and get along with.

"Yeah, sorry about that," the red head scratched his cheek before grinning widely.

His grin was intoxicating and soon she found herself smiling. "Its okay"

Shante found herself twisting the ring on her finger again while she looked away, breaking eye contact with the teen and turning her attention to the ill mannered samurai.

"So Kanda, where are you from?"

Kanda folded his arms, "Che. Japan"

"Wow if you weren't a guy, I'd think you were on your period, "Shante blurted, irritated by his tone as she had a short temper and even less patience for those who irritated her.

Allen gulped down a piece of sushi, "Don't worry, this is nothing. He's normally in permanent PMS mode."

"Screw you moyashi" Kanda hissed, glaring at the young man.

"See told you so"

Shante chuckled genuinely before turning back to Lavi who had taken a sudden liking to the nearby wall, trcing his finger over it in no particular pattern.

"I'm pretty sure the wall would appreciate it if you didn't molest it," she joked. Lavi blushed and smiled. So she's not as nicee and pleasant as she seems, thats good, we only need one Lenalee around anyway.

The party drew on and night began to creep across the horizon, flooding the sky in ebony. With the darkness there came a chill that seeped in through the open windows. As the night dragged on, more and more left, yawning with red faces and sleepy eyes, to head toward their beds and sleep. Komui had long since fallen asleep at a table, coffee mug grasped tightly in his hand, before Reever came to drag him back to his office, muttering "...lazy ass... waisting time, stupid supervisor." Kanda, the least sociable of them all had long since left, while Allen laid across a table barely woke, remnants of food plastered on his face.

Shante yawned widely, small tears falling from the corners of her eyes. "Maybe you should go to bed," Lavi called from nearby.

The girl stood," Maybe I will, its late and I need to get some rest." She stretched and rubbed her eyes.

Lavi followed her out the doors, insisting he'd with her till he got to his room.

"So sleepy," he yawned, covering his mouth with a hand as they walked down the dark, dimly lit corridor.

"I can give you a lamp so it won't be so dark," Lavi offered, opening his door to his room.

Shante waved her hand,"That's okay. I'll be fine." Lavi arched an eyebrow for reassurance.

"I promise, I happen to like the dark."

At this Lavi raised both eyebrow in curiosity. "Really? Why?"

Shante grinned a little, "because it consumes and hides everything. Its allows you to be yourself, free from reservations. I guess you can say the dark is what really gives you a chance to live and be free."

Lavi tilted his head and blinked. Wow such deep, yet dark thoughts.

"Wow, that was...deep," he managed to barely say.

The girl smiled coyly, "I managed to have those moments, I'm more than looks you know."

Lavi gaped at her statement before smiling.

"Goodnight...what was it Kanda called you... baka usagi?" she smiled and continued to walk to her room while Lavi smiled waved and shut the door.

"Goodnight," he whispered to himself.

A/N: Yeah I'm not feeling to happy about that ending, thought it was ok, so I might change it later on. Tell me what ya think