Me: Oh~! I've planned out this fanfic so well, I think I'll be done in about . . . . Five more chapters?

Friend: Wow, thinking ahead?

Me: Yeah, I thought I would try a different approach.

~Angelus~

There was a soft sound as the door opened. I watched as a girl with shoulder-length black hair entered, "Can I help you?" I asked, wondering what she was here for. The door was opening at an unusually slow rate as a boy came through it. My eyes widened slightly at his hair. It was pure white, very uncommon among humans. There was a piercing scar on his left cheek and his silver eyes examined me with curiosity. I froze at the sight of him. He looked exactly like William, only younger.

"I'm sorry to bother you when you're injured. But Allen here has never met another person with white hair and . . ." She seemed to have caught on to the expression on my face as I stared at Allen. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized who he was. My boy; my baby boy.

Komui's voice echoed in my head, 'We found you encased in ice. We have reason to believe that you were there for several years, although that may not be true.' I . . . never got a chance to see him grow up. To hold him in my arms as I lulled him to sleep. Never got to feed him, never got to kiss his forehead and I never got to tell him why I named him Allen. My tears dripped down my cheeks and onto my hands. But he was alive! He was breathing, and healthy. That was all I could ask for.

I tried to wipe away my tears but every time I did they just kept coming back. Who knew that crying could be such a happy sign? "You grew up well, Allen." I said finally smiling at him.

~Allen~

I watched as the girl in front of me cried. I stood still, unable to do anything. I didn't know this person, but I could tell that she wasn't crying because of sadness. In fact; she looked so happy. I bit my lip, unable to really say or do anything. "You grew up well, Allen." I froze at the words. She knew me? Impossible. I've never seen her before, nor could I . . .

Then it hit me. White hair, gray eyes. I looked like her. She was stuck in that ice for . . . fifteen years. I was roughly fifteen years old, but it couldn't be . . . . Then again, with my luck it could be. The mother that abandoned me was sitting right here. I backed away a few steps, not really knowing what I was doing. The next thing I knew, my legs were taking me out of the room and down the hall. My own tears were forming in my eyes as I ran, but I couldn't tell if they were from happiness or sadness. I thought I was over the whole fact that I was abandoned, but apparently I wasn't.

I ran until finally I reached an edge of the Order that I had never been before. It was there that I cried in peace. There was no one around to judge me for crying. I fell to my knees and hugged myself. This was all too much, too soon. Fighting Noah? Yeah I could do that. Being the Destroyer of Time? No problem. Facing the parents I had long thought abandoned me? It was a terrifying thought.

I heard footsteps behind me but I paid them no mind. Instead I just leaned against the wall and let the tears flow freely. I felt my mind breaking away piece by piece as the thought of my own mother being in the building crept its way into my thoughts.

"Oi, bean sprout, the supervisor—" The words were cut short, but I knew who it was. It was someone who I really didn't want to deal with right now.

"Go away, Kanda," I said, frightening myself at how dead my tone was. I closed my eyes so that I didn't need to see anything. Too bad Kanda had other plans.

I felt the scruff of my shirt being pulling and myself being dragging along the floor. My eyes snapped open. "BAKANDA! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I asked as I tried to get out of his grip. However, I was much too tired to fight against the monster that was dragging me to hell.

"Whatever problems you have, I don't want to hear it. Just get over it and do your job," I let Kanda drag me for a while as I tried to interpret his words. 'Don't get so worked up about nothing, you have people to save,' or at least, that's what I think he meant. I sighed.

"All right, just let me go. I can walk by myself." He did so, letting me get to my feet and follow him to Komui's office. I had to walk forward on my own. I wipe away my dried tears as we walked.

When we reached his office, the door was slightly open. We were about to go in when I saw her standing there, in front of Komui. I froze. I really couldn't deal with this so soon.

"Angelus, I'm sorry to ask this of you so soon, but could you please explain to me how you know both Lavi and I?" I looked through the crack in the door. What was going on?

The white haired woman, now Angelus, stood straight up with a light blush on her ears. "Um, I don't know what you're talking about . . ." She said, not very convincingly.

"Angelus," Lavi said in a pleading voice. I had never really heard him beg before. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed and gave in.

"I'm sorry, it's a long story." Her voice sounded grave and broken. I could tell that she was sincere. It was her voice that convinced me that I couldn't hate her at all.

"We have time," Komui reassured her, gesturing her to sit down. She complied but still held a grave composure.

"Although I am called Angelus now, I have never had an official name. In fact; I named myself." She paused as she went to continue. "I am an Earth-Bound Angel, given the task to appoint humans who are worthy in my eyes for Innocence. I can also create Innocence, but that is another story entirely." That was . . . unexpected. "As an angel, no human was allowed to see me, but there were exceptions. Noah, exorcists and children." Another pause, "I grew lonely. Even with my brothers and sisters, I grew oh so terribly lonely. I played with children and was usually passed off as an imaginary friend. I know you, Komui, because I watched over your mother for two whole years. I also appointed your sister with Innocence." I saw Komui's hand ball into a fist as he listened but he didn't say anything. "Afterwards, I left. I travelled on the clouds in hopes that they would lead me somewhere. They did, to Austria I believe. I landed in a strange village where another person could also see me. He was a human with chestnut hair and sapphire eyes." She seemed to relax more as she spoke of him, "William was around . . . seventeen I believe, when I first met him. He's the one who made me realize how lonely I was and even let me stay with him for the time being. I was able to come and go as I pleased."

She paused once again, "When I came down to my last Innocence I immediately went to find the person who it should be appointed to it. But as I flew through a storm I kept it close to my chest so that I did not lose it in the winds. It ended up going into my body at the time." She sighed as she continued with her story, "That was when I met . . . Lavi was it? And the Bookman he was with. I appointed Lavi with an Innocence that I created instead of the remaining one that was still in my body. When I flew back to go see William, a storm erupted. One much bigger than the last. I used all my strength just to get through the clouds, but when a lightning bolt hit my wing . . ." She shivered at the memory. I could only guess that she fell. "I expected an impact as I fell, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in Will's arms. It was that night that I realized I had fallen in love with him."

I slumped on the side of the wall and waited for her to finish the story, "I married him and let him take my virginity. Because I did so, I am now completely bound to Earth. I can never go back to Heaven." I closed my eyes, she had sacrificed so much, "It wasn't long until I realized that I was pregnant, Will was so happy that he built a crib and a rocking chair." That baby room . . . .

"That was until, the villagers had a premonition." I couldn't hear anymore, "They believed that the Devil's child would be born the night before Christmas, which, of course, was when I went into labor. Will's friend, Mana, was helping with the delivery, which was successful. But William knew that the villagers were coming, so he blockaded the entrance and told Mana to take me and my child away from here." Here was a soft sound that I knew could only be a hiccup, she was crying. "H-he said he would hold them off; Mana begging him to come with us but he wouldn't listen. I was delirious so I could only follow Mana; the only thought I had was to get my baby out of there."

A light sob and some deep breaths later, she continued, "I was injured at the time and leaving a trail of blood. I told Mana to take my baby and leave me. I knew I wouldn't make it. I would only put them in danger. Mana tried to get me to listen to reason, but when he saw the blood, he understood. I made sure that they were out of sight before I used my wings to cover their tracks with snow. I then went toward the mountains, hoping that the villagers would find me instead. Luck was on my side as the villagers did find me when I collapsed. They left me there, so I can only guess that I froze there."

Silence; no one said a word. There was no coughing, no rustling, nothing. A light found its way into my heart. I wasn't abandoned. My mother had wanted me. My father had tried to protect me. I slid down the wall and let myself fall on the floor. Kanda was standing over me with a passive look on his face. I could tell though, that he was just as surprised as everyone else was.

"Um, Angelus?" It was Lenalee this time, "If this is true then is your child . . . ?" There was a pause, a much longer one then any of the others that I had heard.

"Yes, my child was a boy whom I named Allen." My head dropped on my knee. I had no more tears left but I made so with staring at the floor. This was . . . too much. I really couldn't handle this. First I was a Noah and now I'm half-angel? Which side did I belong on anyway? "But . . ." My mother continued, "It's all right if he hates me now." I snapped my head up and peaked through the doorway once again, "I told Mana to tell him that he was abandoned. If he ever learned of our fate, then he would surely come looking for us. I couldn't let him set foot in that village again." So, that's why I thought I was abandoned. Mana wasn't the one who told me that, though. The ringleader did. Mana must have made that excuse to the circus when he brought be in.

"I think that's enough for one day," said Komui, finishing the conversation, "Allen, you can come in now." I flinched as he called out to me. Damn. I got up with shaky knees and entered the room. I rubbed my eyes; I knew that they were probably red from my previous crying. This really wasn't like me.

I watched as Komui got up from his desk and walked over to Angelus. It still felt weird to think of her as my mother. He whispered something into her ear before continuing to walk over to me. "I'll give you some time. I would try to keep this a secret but . . . Lavi and Lenalee know." I shrugged. There wasn't much he could do about that. "Ok~! Everyone but Angelus and Allen~! Out~!" He practically sang before shuffling Lenalee, Lavi and Kanda out the door.

When everyone was gone the room was eerily quiet. Angelus didn't move as I walked over to sit by her. Her head was down, but I could see that her ears were a bright shade of pink. Oh no. "So . . . um . . ." I really didn't know what to say. I was probably just as nervous as she was. "I don't hate you." The words just kind of slipped.

Her tear-brimming eyes lifted themselves so that they were meeting my own eyes. She looked so young that it was hard to think of her as a mother. "Y-you don't?" she asked in such a small voice that I was sure she would lose it soon. There was a light smile on her lips as she moved her hair out of her face. She lifted her right hand and moved it so that it was in contact with my cheek. Her hand was unusually cold, but it was refreshing for my tear-stained eyes. "You look so much like your father . . . ." she trailed off. Her thumb was tracing my scar. "Mana's soul is in there, isn't it?" I froze, she knew?

She moved a piece of my hair out of my face, "I can see souls as well," she let her hand drop on her lap, "It's an angel thing, I guess. Gabrielle can probably tell you more," This spiked my curiosity.

"Gabriel?" I asked before trying to get more comfortable on the couch. She beamed at me.

"Your uncle; you've heard about him in some of the bible stories haven't you?" Wait a minute . . . the Gabriel? "He used to watch over me when I was younger. A very stern, yet kind big brother."

I paused. So I was directly related to the great angel Gabriel? One of the ones closest to God? That was interesting. I bit my lips. I had a lot of questions, but there was one eating me up, "What was my father like?" I asked, a little uncertain of whether she would tell me or not.

Another smile, a bigger one, graced her lips, "Well . . ."

Me: I'm debating about bringing William in or not . . . .

Friend: Uh . . .

Me: Maybe not, but there's always a possibility . . . .

Friend: Isn't he dead?

Me: Oh, you'll just have to find out now won't you?

Friend: . . . .