Chapter 3: Allena Walker's man's name is Yuu Kanda

Hallelujah! (Haliluya!) I finally got this chapter out!

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Soooo, long time?

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I had exams! So my parents took away my bloody phone AND laptop! I'm sooo sorrryyyy!

Sooo, ummm, I'll be posting tiny chapters every week or so. Maybe.

Or SLIGHTLY longer ones every two weeks...

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I've decided not to put all the events in order, cuz that'll just be boring. So in this chappie, Lenalee still has her long hair, even though if I followed the manga, she would have had freshly burnt off hair.

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One last thing, cousin-chan is a girl, though o accidentally wrote the whole damn chapter with cousin-chan as a boy, I had to find every single one, and replace it. God, that took FOREVER and it kept pissing me off so much!

So if you find any text which refers to cousin-chan as a boy, plz tell me!

On with the story:

Lenalee's Point of View:

Coming back from a mission at 3:30 in the morning, I expected all to be quiet. All I wanted was a good, hot shower, a good meal, and a couple of warm blankets. I truly, honest to God, didn't expect chaos to be the first thing to reach my ears as soon as the hidden elevator had taken me up the cliff. I saw Nii-san, and walked over to him. He barely spared me a glance as he was futilely shifting though papers, putting them in boxes with various names.

"Nii-san!" I exclaimed, shock taking over me, "What's happening?"

"Oh! Lenalee!" he straightened up, "I'm sorry, but I'm needed elsewhere. Leverrier has told us we are leaving for a new Head Quarters in five days." he turned away, then turned again, shifted all his papers to one hand and gave me a bone-crushing, one-armed hug. "Welcome home sweetheart..." he whispered into my ear. I hugged him back, confusion clouding my mind. I couldn't understand it, why were we shifting? It had only been six months after we shifted from the old one. Then again, the chances that everyone in headquarters was also following orders blindly were very high, and it comforted me, strangely.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up helping the science team pack boxes and boxes of God knows what.

When I took a break, I practically flew to my room to take a shower. The soothing hot water running down my body calmed me down from my last fight. When finally, all the dirt and blood was off my body, I stepped out and wrapped myself in two fluffy towels. I thought about my previous mission as I put on my usual uniform, a long-sleeved shirt with a mini skirt. It had been fairly simple, and I went alone. The usual, get the innocence, fight the Akuma, come back home. I had been away for a week. And then I turned to one of the two things that had been bothering me. One, of course, was the shift. The second though, had happened o the mission. When the Akuma had ambushed me (like really, did they have no other tactic?), I activated my innocence like usual, but even though I used the same amount of energy, the force against my opponent had been greater. A sudden thought, what if my synchro rate had increased? I smiled. 86% wasn't that bad, but there was always space for improvement. The higher my synchro rate, the faster Leverrier would leave me alone. Just the thought of him sent me into panic… the memories haunt me to this day. I quickly sat down. I was starting to get dizzy…Oh, God, not again….

FLASHBACK:

I ducked into a small hallway, searching for an escape route. I heard sharp footsteps behind me. I turned around, just to find a dead end. Why did they make these dead ends? I almost ran toward it, hoping my eyes were lying, when a hand roughly grabbed my collar. I shrieked, thinking that this was the end of me, that Leverrier had caught me and was going to kill me, and a firm hand was placed above me mouth. I stilled, my eyes the size of dinner plates, and my attacker turned me around. When I saw Head Nurse, I started to calm down; my eyes went down to normal. I calmed down, and slowly shifted my head backwards so I could breathe. All the pain from my scrapes and bruises returned in heavy waves at the dismissal of the adrenaline. She crouched down, on her knees, and hugged me. I hugged back, not wanting to let go. All too soon, she let go and pulled me to my feet. Then she heard another set of footsteps from behind her. She pushed me roughly behind her skirts, and turned around. I didn't have the courage to peep out from behind, fearing the worst. I was right; Leverrier's voice rang out, loud and sharp. The very voice that had been yelling in my ear and ordering scientists to force me to activate my innocence. I covered my ears with my hands, careful my elbows would not protrude from Head Nurse's shadow.

"Head Nurse Magrudy, do know where Exorcist Lenalee Lee is?" I could hear the sneer in his voice. But I knew the Head Nurse was stronger than me, she could face him, she wouldn't dent. A tear rolled down my cheek, stinging a deep cut on it. I cringed, but wiped the tear away, trying to focus on breathing. Crying would get me nowhere but in trouble. Slowly, a strange sense of calm crept over me. I heard Head Nurse saying in an equally stern voice.

"No Inspector, I don't, have you checked your labs, or, in better words, your 'torture chambers'? "

"Head Nurse, you will do well to remember your place!" the male screeched. A pause, in which that wretched man took a breath. "If you receive any information on her location, you have orders to report it!" Head Nurse snorted.

I looked up, and saw Head Nurse lift her head. "Inspector, you have been monitoring her for 7 years, wouldn't you know her escape patterns by now?" Her hands crept behind her back, where she grasped mine. I understood, and stood up from the floor, and started walking away from her, hoping I didn't interpret it wrong. Luckily, she turned around, and started to walk in long strides in my direction, keeping me hidden from that man in her shadow.

Once reaching the infirmary, she lifted me and placed me firmly on a bed. She silently began to disinfect the wounds and dress them. By the time she finished wrapping the last of the bandages around my 10-year-old self, the bruises had colored themselves a nasty purple and black. She frowned at them gently placing an icepack on my head, taking one of my hands and letting it rest on top of the pack, the another ice and my second hand on my knee. Only then did she meet my eyes and ask the very question I had been praying she wouldn't ask.

"What happened?" her eyes held no room for me to reject answering.

I looked down, those eyes holding too much apprehension for me in my battered state right now. I took a deep breath and began to explain. All those needles of silver liquid injected in me, and the shocks, the yells. The looks of disgust, the insults…. All of it, by the end, I was weeping bitterly. It just hurt so much, and not just my arms or legs, like usual, it hurt everywhere. I wanted to escape, I told Head Nurse, I wanted to be free. No more boots weighing me down, no more torture. It had been going on ever since I was three. I was ten now, for God's sake! When was it going to stop? I wanted to see my brother again. I barely remember him, only how he always seems to smell like coffee and crisp, fresh paper. I don't remember his face, nothing... Just that one scent, which I hung on to in my deepest and darkest hours. Today was my birthday, I knew because I had gotten post this morning. A simple card fell out, from Nii-san. It said that he wished me a happy birthday, that he would be there soon, that his superiors had told he was coming to Headquarters soon, very soon. As soon as a week even. I had gotten so happy, so damn happy…. But now I was shaking pitifully in Head Nurse's arms. Those arms that I had often fallen asleep in, exhausted of crying. Those arms of hers held so much warmth; I loved to just stay in them.

Kanda had also helped me a lot, more than I could ever ask for. I just went to him and sat on his bed, telling him about what had happened. Recently, he had also started sharing some of his stories, and halfway through any of them, I would stop crying for me, and I would start for him. I couldn't stop it, he had a past that was much worse than mine, and it made me feel horrid to be complaining for myself. I once told him that, and he said very firmly that no one deserved it, no matter how bad, that all kids should be at home, with parents. He choked on the last word… which made me wonder whether he had parents. I asked Head Nurse about it, but she looked at me, the frown and lines between her eyes began to cease existing, her face shifted completely to a look I rarely saw on her, a sad smile, and told me it wasn't her place to tell me. I thought about it for a while, but then I realized that she was right and that I should've asked Kanda directly. I hadn't realized that I had said it out loud until Nurse turned around and gave me a relieved smile. It was in that moment that I noticed what a beautiful smile she had. She had been quite young, only in her 30s. I asked him about it, and instantly regretted it. I saw sadness flash in his eyes, replaced immediately by raw fury. He started yelling that it wasn't any of my business and asked me why the hell I'd been stupid enough to even think that I would get an answer. My eyes were as wide as saucers, and I tried as hard as I could not to let a single tear fall. I was successful until he stopped suddenly, realizing with a jolt what he had just said. His own cobalt eyes widened in shock at his own words, and he reached forward his hand. He shakily touched my shoulder, trying to calm me down, or himself, I didn't know. I just knew that Kanda was angry and it was my fault, and I was probably a wicked child to even think of it. He started stuttering, "Lenalee, I'm so sorry..." I looked down, too numb to take in what he was saying, just replaying those words in my head. "Lenalee, please look at me, I didn't mean it, I swear, I just, just…" Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled forward. I screamed, thinking he was going to hit me. Instead, I felt warmth all around me, and in that one moment, I felt utterly safe, just like how Head Nurse made me feel. I widened my eyes, Kanda was hugging me.

Kanda was hugging me.

Kanda was hugging me.

Kanda was hugging me.

I tugged my arms out from between us, crossed across my chest, and slowly, hesitantly, but still moving them, around his neck.

And the tears began to fall, onto Kanda's shoulder. How long we stood there, I wasn't sure, but it was all okay, Kanda hadn't meant it. Maybe he had a worse childhood than he let on, which would be saying a lot. Maybe he was still dealing with the pain. Maybe he was still recovering. It was alright, I would wait, wait for the story of his childhood that was killing me with curiosity.

End Flashback!

Lenalee's POV:

I saw shaking, on the floor, my long wet locks tangled around my body, and someone was knocking at my door.

Annie's POV:

C'mon Annie, you can do this, you have come this far, you can complete it. I pushed myself so my weight was on two feet and one hand, and used my now aching arm to lift myself onto the top of the tower. Yes, I had made it. I looked up. Against the night sky, the tower looked like a piece of art, not like a place where people called home. People who were like me. People who were… different, but the same. I looked at the perfection of the blending in of the tower against the vast black abyss and smiled. The Black Religious Order stood, tall and proud, in front of my very two eyes. I smiled, tears in my eyes.

Komui's POV:

Supervisor! Supervisor!" Reever, that Australian idiot, ran up to me and shoved a paper in my face. So close was it that I had to cross my eyes to even try to see what he was shoving. I casually plucked the paper out of his hand and read it. It was a letter from central, trying and failing to ask, it came off more as demanded, that we hurry in our shift to the new Head Quarters. I had written to them, saying that with all due respects, we really did need much more time than just 5 days, even though that was what Leverrier and I had agreed on.

Suddenly, Cash ran up to me, skitted into a stop two inches away from me, and the words that came out of her mouth were, "Supervisor, we have a problem." There was a grave look on her face, so I went with her immediately to the Monitoring and Security room. I saw a hand, reaching up, then collapsing, rising and collapsing. Instantly I thought Akuma, that was too stupid to climb the cliff instead of just flying. Third time lucky, the hand found a protruding rock. It pulled itself up, only to show a girl, in her mid teens, wearing a white dress. She hauled her legs up, and just lay on the ground, chest rising and falling dramatically. When her breathing finally stabled, she stood up, dusted off her dress, and started to walk toward the gate.

Annie's POV:

I stood up, and black spots appeared before my eyes. I hadn't eaten or drank in days, and I was exhausted. The reason I was here had a whole story, starting out when I had lost my cousin, at the time she had only been 5, me, 6. I had been mature for my age, which was all good because it meant that I could take care of her. If she was still alive, she would've been 15. I had just turned 16, last month. I had been searching for her ever since I had lost her at that carnival 10 years ago. It was a long story, but hell, with my tiny steps toward the tower; I had a lot of time.

Flashback:

I was freaking out, badly. And that was not good. My precious cousin had disappeared! My poor 5-year –old only relative I had left! What was I going to do? I had stolen some money, and was buying some food for her and me. I was supposed to be her guardian! I promised mother! If I lost her, I would have nothing left. Mother, Father, all my uncles, all my aunts, they had all died, but Mother never told me how. She was the last to die. And the worst part was that it had been right in front of me. Two big gray metal things had popped out of nowhere, and they shot guns that had purple bullets, like lasers. It hit all my family, Mother says. Cousin, I, and Mother had been in hiding, talking to us as quietly as possible, making us promise and swear to protect each other and never leave each other at any cost. But they heard us, and they shot Mother. Then they disappeared. They didn't shoot us. Why hadn't they? We would've been spared the pain, the agony, all of that.

Tears formed in my eyes, remembering that painful day. We ran for it, and eventually an underground organization found us and took care of us. Then one day, Cousin and I had decided to go to the annual carnival. It was free to get in, so why not? It was one of those carnivals where the performers were all one family, so they had let us in, even thought we had no adult with us. The performances were great, and they gave out lots of free food, which we stuffed in our pockets for the others back 'home'. That was our policy, when we got food, free or not, we had to save some for each other and the ones who weren't there. That was the way we all bonded, the way we all became a family. When I turned around, a handful of sweets in my hand, more stuffed in all of my pockets, I couldn't spot Cousin-chan. Crap. What was I going to do? I searched and searched till the sun went down, but I couldn't find her. What if someone had captured her? What if they killed her and cut her open and ate her liver for lunch? There was a little voice in my head that was really annoying, saying that I should ask around. But I didn't listen to it; my brain was too filled with panic.

Finally, I listened to that voice, only because it was becoming extremely and unbearably annoying. I asked all the performers if they had seen her, and I described her. They all shook their heads, and one even offered to help me and keep an eye out for her. I looked at the performer, the lady who did all those cartwheels, strangely, asking "why would Cousin-chan want an eye?" the lady laughed, and explained. "No, no, I'm not giving her an eye, I'm just asking if I should look for her, and tell you if I find her." I nodded, happiness sparkling in my tear-filled eyes.

ALMOST 10 years later (9 ¾) still in flashback:

I found myself in the carnival that I had lost my cousin in almost ten years ago. I did this every year. I had this theory that Cousin-chan might've traveled, somewhere, anywhere. The people at the carnival knew me, by name, as did most of the regulars. I had even been offered a job there, to travel the world, but I had declined. I had been only 13 at the time they had offered it to me. Now I was a month away from 16. As I walked in, I waved to the knife-juggler, who had come in three years ago. He was a nice lad, around 18, with short brown hair that was slightly curly. His name was Mark. Last year, when he came here for the annual performances, he had a huge bandage all around his chest, and I could tell because he insisted on leaving his shirt buttons open, that little flirt. When I asked him what had happened, he said with a giant smile on his face that he and his brother, Jacob, had been sparring with swords, and well, he wasn't careful enough. Today, he smiled and nodded at me. I felt something was off about him, but I didn't really bother asking about it. As I walked around aimlessly, I spotted a new booth, Madame Zaroni's Crystal Ball. I knew it was probably a rip-off, but I decided to take a look. Tanya, the cartwheel girl, (who was still here, even after all those years) was inside. The second I stepped in, she gave a wide smile and rushed to me, giving me a bear hug.

"Oh my Goodness! Annie! How ARE you? Look at how much you've grown!"

I laughed and hugged her tightly. "I'm good, Tanya, I'm good! I saw that you had this new booth so I decided to check it out." I flashed the lady with the crystal ball, probably Madame Zaroni, a smile. No point in having a bad first impression. Then I looked back at Tanya, who was biting her bottom lip. It meant that she was hiding something from me.

"What is it Tanya? You look troubled, what happened?" I asked, a concerned look on my face.

"It's… about…" She took a deep breath. "It's about Jacob"

I gasped. "Jacob? Why? What happened? Is he okay? Please tell me he's not hurt!"

Again! I added in my head, but I was smart enough not to say it out loud. Jacob was Tanya's fiancé. He too worked at the carnival. He and his brother were one of those random hires that seemed to be happening more and more often. At first the carnival started out as one big family together, but as some got old, or died, they had to replace, so they hired people. And even though some of them hated the idea, they didn't have a choice. Jacob had worked in the lion ring. The stupid guy kept getting hurt in there, from minor stuff like bruises and cuts to more serious stuff like bites or broken bones, continuously scaring the shit out of poor Tanya. But you couldn't help but love the guy. He was funny, smart, good-looking, and always telling horrible jokes.

Tanya closed her eyes. "He...he proposed, with my parents' permission, of course." She didn't say anything after that. I didn't get it, why did she look like she was going to cry when the love of her life had proposed to her? So I was about to ask, but then it hit me, like a five ton bull. I have no idea what the hell was wrong with me, but I asked, "And?"

Tanya looked at me like I was crazy, then she told me that she had accepted. I asked her how long ago this had happened; I got the answer 'three weeks ago…'

"Tanya, what happened?" I asked, a firm edge to my voice. I knew she needed comfort, but I had to know what had happened.

"He… he died Annie, he's dead." I stared at her, not quite believing her. I thought that he had broken off the engagement for some reason. Jacob was a reasonable guy; he would have never proposed and then broken it off for another girl. God, I am so stupid, why didn't I see this coming? Then again, I've always tried to be an optimist…

"What?" I breathed out. Jacob, dead? A second later, the real meaning sunk in. No more playing around, no more fake-dagger throwing classes, no more bad jokes that everyone laughed at anyways… because the only one who could do all that… was dead. "How?" My eyes were starting to water up, and very quickly.

"I… I don't know… I wasn't there. His brother, Mark, said that he had been out to buy the ring with his cousin, Anna Maria, and a group gang had attacked him. They demanded that he hand over everything on him. He did, not wanting any trouble, but he hid the ring. Then they started to beat him up. She started screaming for help, but no one was there. It wasn't fair, ten against one. The ring box fell out, and the leader asked him why he didn't hand it over. Two others held him up so he wouldn't move. But…" her lips were quivering, and her eyes were letting out showers of tears. "But… he refused to speak. They beat him up, and eventually took out daggers and started to stab him."

I cried, shamelessly, in front of Tanya, in front of the new Madame Zaroni. How could they do that? What did Jacob do to deserve that?

"Anna Maria tried to intervene," Tanya continued, "But one of them pushed her away and took her into the alley right in front of that one. He tied up her hands and feet, and then he started undressing her. She was raped. He was so rough with the poor girl. And when that guy had done what he wanted to, he just went away, leaving her just like that, not wearing ANYTHING, on the cold, hard, dirty pavement, and five minutes later, another guy noticed her and came over, saying he wanted to as well. One by one, they ALL came, doing as they pleased and then leaving. All ten! Most came back for seconds, some, thirds… Oh, it was AWFUL!"

She was shaking and she was going hysterical, her sobs becoming more and more frequent. I forced her into a chair, trying to get her to shut up, but she went on.

"They started using different methods to keep her from passing out, slapping her, biting her, slamming her against the walls. They started cutting her! With the same daggers they used for Jacob. Poor Anna Maria was tortured for hours! As if that wasn't enough, they left Jacob where he was, unbound just her feet, and took her, SO IMMODESTLY, throughout the streets of London, to a shack they all lived in. She spent three days there, tied up the whole time, no food, no water, nothing, until one time, when the leader came back with another woman, he had it with her, and started getting so, so wanting, that he untied her and ordered that she respond properly, or that he would kill her, then hunt US down and kill us all. She had no choice. "

I had it up to here at that one; I put my hands firmly against Tanya's shoulders, and shook her gently, but meaningfully. "Tanya, if you don't stop, I'll leave. Please Tanya, stop!" My own sobs prevented me from saying more than a few words at a time.

"No, no Annie, you have to hear this, I want you to do me a favor" Her sobs were coming on so much, it was hard to understand her anymore. "I want you to track down these people, please, I want you to do that, and do SOMETHING to them, show them how much pain and conflict they have caused. Poor Anna Maria is in hospital right now, she is so weak, she can't even move. The doctors told us not to even dare raising our spirits that she will survive. She's so young, too young to have all this happening to her." I didn't care how old or young Anna Maria was, no one deserved that, and that should happen to no one. Tanya stopped for a minute, and I was praying so hard she wouldn't say anything else. But she did.

She shouted out, "The girl is only fifteen years old, for Christ's sake!" that made me stop. Fifteen? That would've, and could've been me! Even though I was only fifteen, I had hung out with the right people. I knew how to fight, and I would find and fight those bastards who did that to Jacob and Anna Maria.

After Tanya had calmed down a bit, she continued, "Anna Maria was so weak when she returned, wearing only a pair of stolen trousers and a shawl, that even Mark couldn't recognize her. When he did though, he came straight to me with her, but he didn't tell me the story, and then I went with them to Martha and Sam."

Martha and Sam were the owners and founders of the carnival. They had 7 kids, who were all performers.

"Martha heard the story once, and she was off to find something appropriate for Anna Maria to wear, then went straight to the hospital. Sam stayed back and tried, and kind of failed to comfort Mark and me. They were so understanding! They're paying for the hospital bills and the court hearings, and after that, they're going to offer her training and a job.

After that, she told me she had stuff to do, funeral arrangements and all, when I suddenly stopped her, a strange calm passed over me, and asked her is they had found his body. She shook her head. I nodded and turned to Madame Zaroni. I sat down in her chair and asked her to see if she could tell me anything about where to find those bastards. She asked me to cross her palm with silver, but Tanya shook her head, saying to let me have a free session. Madame Zaroni nodded, then asked me to give her my hands. I did so, and she started telling me my own life story, every detail accurate, down to what I was wearing the day I had lost Cousin-chan. 5 minutes later, she consulted her ball and told me that there were two things that were bothering my mind. One was Jacob's killers, and the other was Cousin-chan. She told me information about both. What she said were very vague ideas, and I was starting to suspect that she knew about whereabouts to find, or start looking, for Cousin-chan. All those doubts vanished when she told me that she had no idea how Cousin-chan looked. She then told me, without the crystal ball, that she had heard of a group that captured women, all between 12 and 30, whether they were with family or alone, and took them to the shack to do exactly what had been done to Anna Maria.

I walked out, happy, and angry. Not the best of combinations, but it felt adrenalating…

A month later, exactly on my birthday, the whole court case was over. We had won. I had caught the killers in a matter of days and taken them to the Stan family, the family running the circus. They kept thanking me over and over again, but I said I did it for Tanya. She was the only one, ten years ago, who instead of just sympathizing me, had offered me help. I had now returned the favor. Her whole family had only sympathized her, and I had helped her.

And I had found out about Cousin-chan along the way, which was a very very big bonus. Madame Zaroni hadn't given me a lot to work with, just small stuff from where she might have been over the last ten years, but she gave me only one, very big, very accurate location, which was where I would be able to find her.

Two words; Black Order.

End Flashback!

Lenalee's POV:

I stood up hurriedly, pushing my wet hair behind me, and rushed to open the door. There I found Kanda, in all his graceful glory, waiting impatiently at my door. I smiled unsurely at him, and he just ignored it and grunted out, "I have been knocking for over five minutes, where have you been?" His dark eyes were sharp and he was giving me a concerned-but-annoyed glare.

"Umm... Shower?" I said, hoping he would believe it. He didn't. His eyes narrowed, but he let it pass. Not wanting to have to explain, I changed the subject.

"So, what brings you here?"

He looked away. "Che, your stupid brother is screaming for you. He thinks you've been kidnapped or abducted because you've been away..." He glanced at the clock inside my room, "Twenty minutes."

I chuckled and told him that I just had to grab a rubber band and I would be right there. I dashed inside, snatched one from the dressing table, and walked outside, only to see Kanda turning and walking to lab 5. But just as we were reaching it, he took a sharp right turn and led me to the Monitoring and Security room. I had never been there before, and as I entered, I gasped. There were more computers and gadgets here than anywhere else in the Order!

I saw Nii-san waving me over, a wide smile on his face, and calmly walked over, tying a ponytail into my almost dry hair along the way.

He gave me a quick hug, and then got a serious look on his face, silently pointing to a screen on the wall. It showed a girl, in her mid teens, around 15 or 16, walking up the pathway to the Gate Keeper. She had a serious look on her face, like she was thinking about something. Just that second, she bumped into a statue of a screaming gargoyle, and jumped, letting out a small shriek at the statue. When she recomposed herself, she finally looked around, as if noticing how far she had gotten from the edge of the cliff for the first time. She walked quickly to the Gate Keeper, then started calling out "hello? Anybody here?" She had on a white dress, which had a low neck and no back. The dress had no sleeves, and it went down to her knees. Her stone white complexion complemented her long white hair, which reached her knees as well. There was something strange on her face, but the quality of the cameras was too bad to distinguish what exactly it was. Something… red? Or was it black? It was extremely challenging to guess.

"Why does she look like someone who has something to do with General Cross?" Nii-san muttered.

She walked to a red 'X' on the ground, which Nii-san marked so that returning exorcists knew where to stand so that Gate Keeper knew to scan them. In an instant, there was a light, which I knew as Gatekeeper's eyes. The girl shrieked, but didn't run away.

A second later, the light disappeared, and Gatekeeper boomed out "Safe. No virus" and went back to sleep. "Lena-chan…' Nii-san started, but I knew what he was going to say. He was going to tell me to check it out. I ran as fast as my legs would take me, all the way to the main entrance of HQ. This, mind you, was quite a long way.

Just before I opened the door to see the girl standing outside the gate, I took a deep breath.

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Hi everyone….

This is an EXTRA long chapter that I typed for u all…

My writing style has changed, as you guys can all probably tell…

I hope u all forgive me for taking so long…

For those of you who read A Daughter's love, you should know that I've put it on hiatus to focus on this story… yeah...

And NEW CHARACTER! Yahoooooo! (Well, many, but I doubt any of them will be mentioned again, who knows, maybe….) except for Annie…. She'll be there *evil smile*

She was actually my inspiration for this whole story... ^^'

Oh, and everything in this chapter is on-the-spot stuff, I didn't do any editing, so if you spot a mistake, plz tell me…

One last thing, cousin-chan is a girl, though I accidentally wrote the whole damn chapter with cousin-chan as a boy, I had to find every single one, and replace it. God, that took FOREVER and it kept pissing me off so much!

So if you find any text which refers to cousin-chan as a boy, plz tell me and pretend it says 'she' instead of 'he'! :D