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The room was silent, Uncle Link's face was an unnatural shade of pasty white, Mom was tearing up at the sight of my newest… friend, and Mr. Kanda looked like he was not only about to murder Tim brutally but also me. Why me, I had no clue. I simply waited for the inevitable explosion as the shock slowly wore away.

Sure enough, the explosion was sudden, "WHAT THE HELL?!" I flinched noticeable, as the Asian man suddenly burst with so much venom in his voice that he could simply hiss angrily. I seriously thought that he was going to slice my little experimental result in half. Tim had the right idea to fly behind me, and I believe that I had the right idea to fling myself behind Uncle Link, who hadn't seemed to snap back to reality yet.

All of a sudden mom burst into unexplained tears and rushed out of the room, and Uncle Link followed not looking back at me once.

So now I was left all alone with Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass. Great, just what I need.

Mr. Kanda simply crossed his arms and leaned against the cabinet, though there was something about him that seemed anxious, he was both relaxed and taunt at the same time. I noted that he had a white knuckled grasp on his sword, his right thumb pressed to the sheath's edge, ready to force the blade to show if needed.

His clothes were once regal perhaps, the strange trench coat that he wore was a mix of ruby red and the light brown of mud and dirt. A strange cross like symbol gleamed over his heart. Though dirty it shone like silver, and I barely made out the faint embroidery, Rose Cross? What was that?

Suddenly he started, and snarled, "Where are they?" there was anger in his voice, that covered a slight tint of something else... worry? Concern? If it were ether of those two it would have been the first time that I heard any emotion beside anger and annoyance in his voice.

... Perhaps he simply wore a mask: like Uncle Bookman did when he was angered, though instead of a mask of happiness and cheer, his was a mask of anger that faded into a permanent skin that he was unable to take off.

"Where are whom?" I asked, and he looked at me with cold black eyes, and simply turned away with a barely audible, "Che."

"Great, I asked a simply question and you turn away, that's not very nice Auntie." Colbat eyes whipped around to look at me in shock, then molding to anger, "What did you just say?" he growled, and I let back a scoffing laugh: this man was too fun to tease.

"A-U-N-T-I-E Kanda." I sang slowly dragging the letters rolling my tongue and willing each to form itself like its own syllable.

He looked like he wanted to kill me, downright murder me, though he seemed to catch himself as he drew his sword, and turned away with an audible, "Che."

Soon the quiet simply settled around us once again, so you could have heard a pen drop from upstairs.

I wanted to say something that would break the silence, even if it had to be directed to a man that I barely knew.

Opening my mouth I went to speak, when the man charged at me, and threw me against the wall as the roof of the house burst, and strange shaped bullets hailed into our kitchen.

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"M-Mr. Kanda?" I whispered as the smoke filled the air, and suddenly a flash of blue blinded me. Out of the rubble of the ceiling, my mother's Japanese friend flew up with inhuman grace, and drew his sword, which I knew to be a katana. Slowly, he ran his index and middle finger through the back of the blade and muttered a soft, "Mugen Unsheathe, Innocence Activate." The black sword suddenly shone with a thin and precise edge.

Still in the air, the man opened his black eyes, and flashing the steely blade cried, "Kaichū: Ichigen!" A swarm of what looked to be devious-looking insects appeared from the katana's silver blade. Ducking my head, I noticed that the insects had created an even larger hole in the roof.

"HEY! BE CAREFUL! UNCLE LINK JUST FINISHED PAYING OFF THE DEBTS TO THE LAST TIME THAT I DID THAT!" Mr. Kanda just looked at me with cool eyes before turning back to the battle at hand, and I raced into the other room where I had last seen my mother disappear to… only to be crushed by the weight of two other people landing on me.

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"Owww…" a low voice muttered and it was soon followed by the sound of a girl's moan.

"That is the last time that I listen to any of your ideas."

"Look, I wasn't the one who suggested that we go and look for him." The male's voice snapped slightly irritated.

"Well, now you say that… after we crash in through the roof!"

"GET OFF ME!!" I literally seethed, and the weight on my back jumped and lightened as they began to peel away the rubble of my poor home. Soon I was looking into an inquisitive duo of eyes, one a feminine pair of dark navy, and the other a deep set of rusty brown.

"Oh see, now look what you did! Not only did we destroy these peoples' wonderful home but we also landed on one of them!" The girl said to the boy, who snapped his head up to look at her, and stuck his tongue out childishly, before turning back to me with concerned rusty eyes.

"Are you alright? He asked and slowly I shook my head, still not caught up with this entire random-people-bursting-into-my-home-thing.

"No, I need to find my mom, so if you could move that would be very nice." Both of them shrugged and turned to me, nodding.

"Sure thing, we saw two people in the…" the girl trailed off, before turning to a now fuming older Asian, "IF YOU TWO DON'T GET TO WORK AND HELP, BY GOD I AM GOING TO SLICE YOU BOTH WITH MUGEN!"

Both once again startled and nodded to the man, and nodded, the girl bowing low, so that her long, loosly-bound, dark brown hair hung in a curtain around her face.

Then turning to the oncoming monster-things the girl closed her eyes and muttered, "Innocence Activate, Sang-Noir." Only then did I notice the cross-shaped cut that was on her palm and springing forward, she cried, "Affilez!"

Suddenly blood seemed to rush from the wound and sharpen into a jagged spear-shape lance. I screamed.

"Always one for a show aren't you, Chéri?" The boy muttered in a smug voice, and the girl looked at him with aggravated eyes.

"Talk to me in that tone one more time, I dare you." She seethed darkly, pointing the spear thing at him, though he simply shrugged, and giving me a hand up, he pushed me in the direction that I was originally going in the first place… before I ran into the two of them.

Only after I was away from them did I hear the boy call out, "Innocence Activate, Tarjetas Santas!"

"I'll deal with those weirdos later." I muttered venomously to Timcampy, who simply fluttered by my side, as I raced outside. Though not before another explosion shattered my mind, sending glass shards flying, cutting my arms and legs. Smoke and pain blurred my mind, as I continued to race to the dim light that was coming from the full January night moon.

The moment that I raced into the so called, "Great Outdoors." The smell of smoke filled my lungs, and my eyes immediately began to water. The fog that entered my body seemed to stay there clawing at my lungs. Holding my breath, I looked around, hoping for a familiar face, anyone's.

Suddenly a childish laughter filled my ears, and I looked around, only to see the rubble of my home.

"Uncle?! Mom?!" I called, though the frantic giggles only increased, and I found myself looking at what looked to be a white, deformed… kid... wait a god damning moment: since when did little kids have wings, or for that matter a large red pentacle on their heads?

"What the h~" I was cut off mid sentence, as the 'kid's' hands turned into strange machine guns.

"Holy Shit." I breathed and darted out of the way, as a rain of bullets came crashing down on me.

"Okay! THAT IS SO NOT COOL!" I yelled as it continued to shoot, and of course I continued to dodge (Thank god for those gymnastic lessons my mom forced me to go to.)

'If you wish for it to stop you must fight.' A strange voice seemed to ring in my ears, as I quickly did a double take, only to find the demon still attempting to kill me, shooting with precise accuracy. Quickly dodging I raced against into the trees near the ruins of my once beautiful house.

...You know, at the time, I barely cared at the fact that my house was in shambles, or about the fact that there were three strangers that I didn't know in said house. The facts that my lungs were burning from lack of oxygen, or the truth that there were multiple cuts from the rubble on my body barely seemed to cross my mind.

Yeah that is the miracle of adrenaline for ya.

The only two thoughts that were running around in my frantic mind were to find my parental units, and to get the heck away from the little kid that was shooting bullets at me. That last part was harder than it sounded, 'cause that little white guy was fast. And that was coming from a girl who could out run her mother, who used to be a track star.

Suddenly I hit the one thing that I had been attempting to avoid: a fence. In other words a dead end.

Turning I found myself nearly face to face with my persecutor, his white mouth twisted into a sadistic grin, as he lifted up his hands, and broke into frantic giggles. I saw his red eyes glinting with nothing but pleasure.

Though I wasn't scared as I should have been, in fact, for some reason I was barely scared at all, more shockingly was that I was looking at this thing before me with pity clouding my senses. This thing, I realized had no mind of it's own... someone controlled it as a puppet master would force a marionette to move. '

Then time seemed to stop. Maybe it did, or maybe it was too quick for time to be able to catch in it's knarlled hands.

"You are finally beginning to see."the voice rang once again in my head, a male's calm and slightly caring tone. There was a prideful hint laced into it's words, "They raised you well."

"What is this?" I muttered, looking up at the sky, sensing no-one's presence around me, for one moment besides my own.

"My power shall finally reawaken." Oh, great, even the voice wasn't listening to me.

"Will you be able to help my family?" I whispered, and there was a soft chuckle, "Them and anyone that you call 'friends'."

"Then you have my agreement." I muttered.

Suddenly the world seemed to start up again, and I realized that I was most likely going to die. Gun fire rang in my ears, and for a moment I closed my eyes.

Though the numbness never did come, instead at the last moment there was an infuriated cry of, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!!"

Suddenly green light blinded my eyes, and I found myself guarded.

Uncle Link had strange cards flying every which way, his gray-streaked blond hair falling out of it's orderly ponytail, his face grim and his blue eyes continuously darting back and forth looking for more enemy units. Then I simply looked at my own dear mother.

Her whole body was taunt, her muscles were lithe and ready to strike, her normally black dress was grey with dust, her long sleeves torn, her short black hair falling in front of her face, before she took off again. Racing up into the sky soaring with the grace of a butterfly, and then flipping in midair she came down in a streak of pure light, striking the destructive power of steel.

Squinting my eyes, I saw that her power seemed to come from some strange red boots... boots that were the same color as the two anklets that she always wore.

Soon all attention was driven to the woman before me, as she flew through the air, and at the moment I really didn't think that it was too weird that my own thirty-two year old mother was litter ally flying, the only trace of thought was something along the lines of, "Beautiful."

I was attracted to the sound of metallic wings clinking together, and turning my head around I saw my littlest friend, flinging himself around my head.

"Tim." I managed to croak, though he simply continued to flutter around before dropping something small and glowing into my my left hand.

Looking down I noticed that it seemed to me a cube-like object, with a ring swirling around it like the planet Saturn. Then it simply melted, and trailing down my hand, found a long jagged cut that one of broken window panes had created when I ran out the door.

Then it suddenly solidified, shaping itself into a pair of two wings, and they seemed to look at me with a curious longing.

"Do... you... accept... me?" the voice was soft, almost timid as if it was a small child waiting for a reprimand. It was not the same voice as before, though it carried the same sense of faded familiar feeling.

The whole battle had faded away from me, as I closed my eyes, and reach out and with my left palm took placed it on the wing of the creature and it simply began to fade into my hands. Almost scale-like hexagons began to appear on my palm, then travel up my arm all the way to my shoulder.

"Welcome back." the voice in my head whispered softly.

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Chéri watched as the battle ground teemed with monsters... Akuma as her General called them. There were too many, even for her group to take on. Whenever she cut one down, another would come to it's place. They were being slowly overwhelmed.

She grimiced as she found herself growing weary, and snapping her head up, she barely dodged a direct blow from above.

She was slowly find out that she was becoming less and less attentive in battle. Anger filled her veins as she muttered a quick string of curses as she muttered, "Fente." the one spear turned to two, then to three, and four. Snarling, she snapped her fingers and said, "Dégagement." The spears went flying into their victims, who barely had time to move.

Turning her head sightly Chéri did a quick check, making sure that her leader was safe, before she leaped on to the roof, and darted across the black shingles, slashing at everything that was within her reach.

She jumped down, her brown hair flying in and out of her line of vision, and for a strange moment all was quiet, then a blinding light erupted in front of her.

After the light died down, she opened her navy eyes to find the girl that she had ungracefully landed on before, standing in front of one of her startled guardians.

As she looked at what the girl was holding Chéri nearly screamed. For in the girl's hands rest a sword that never in her life did she believe that she would see.

The Sword of Exorcism.

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Lenalee looked back as she heard another Level Four start to scream in pain, and turned. The sight that she saw caused her to hover for a moment in pure shock.

There was her daughter, her gray eyes glinting like polished steel, an all too familiar sword rested in her right hand, her left hand was holding down the Level Four as she dug the sword into it's stomach and cut downward.

She had seen this sight rush through so many times during her youth.

"Elena!" she heard herself cry out, that terrible panic rushing into her veins: she didn't want this, not now; she didn't want for her only child to be pulled in to this war... this war of death and pain.

It wasn't fair.

She barely noticed when a deep male voice called out urgently to her and metal wires shot out across her head, destroying the akuma that was about to shoot at her.

It wasn't fair.

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I barely knew what was going on... my body seemed to move on it's own. I forced arm to move and it jerked out of the things belly, and I simply looked down at the thing that had tried to kill me. It was still, and then, in a soft glow it simply melted into the ground.

I licked my lips slowly unsure what to do or say now, and looking up, I noticed that most of the monsters had been taken care of. Slowly swinging my head to the side, I looked at my Uncle, who looked as if he was about to collapse, his face pale and his body frozen. Though that was only for a moment, and he quickly came closer and asked, "A-Are you alright, Elena?"

I didn't answer, and looking down at the broadsword in my hands, it simply molded back into my arm, and turning the palm of my hand over, I noticed that there was a strange cut, a thin diamond shape, with a glowing green dot in the middle.

"Strange... shouldn't it be a cross shape?" Whipping my head around, I turned to look at one of the weirdos from before: the boy. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were dim, though not unkind, just curious.

In his hands he held what looked to be two really large cards... and I mean they were the height of my legs. They were both aces, one of diamonds and one of hearts. They were outlined with the same glowing green color as the diamond on my hand.

Sensing my stare he dropped them and they simply turned into regular playing cards, and he picked them up off the ground. Before winking at me, "They're my Innocence: Tarjetas Santas. That means 'Holy Cards' in Spanish."

I wasn't sure on whether he was attempting to explain something, or just trying to make me more confused, "Um, 'kay then." I said before I was literally crushed by a very, very, shall I emphasize very tearful Minnie, her black curly hair slightly dusted with dirt and wind-rustled.

"WAHHHH! I'M SORRY WE COULDN'T COME SOONER! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" Yep, well at least Minnie hadn't changed. Alastair simply walked up with his father and mother, surveying his surroundings.

Auntie Miranda, immediately rushed over to my mom and began going through the exact same speech that I was getting.

Uncle Marie looked at me, and then turned seeing Auntie Kanda coming out of the debris he raised a hand in greeting... all that he got back was a snarl. The Asian man simply turned away, and called out, "Chéri?"

The boy looked up at that time and looked around confused... that was before there was a loud battle cry, and the girl landed full speed on his head with a high kick.

Then the screaming started, and they were soon attempting to inflict bodily harm on the other. Timcampy flew over, and one again started gnawing on my head, though I was too tired and curious about other things to really care about it.

My mom looked at me, and immediately rushed over so I was, once again, unable to breath as the air was crushed out of my lungs.

Pushing everyone away, I looked at all of them. Even Minnie and Alastair seemed to be in on this whole thing... or at least know pieces.

Breathing deeply, I turned to gaze at my mom, "What is going on?"

Okay, so how was it? And to addenza, all of the OCs are now in the story. I just wanted them all to be in and done with in this chapter, so sorry for the massive over load in this chapter, there will not be any others like this one.

Also, I have read the manga and find it better than the anime so I will be basing most of the content on it. There will also be spoilers, so don't come crying to me if I tell you something that yoo haven't read yet.

Lastly, I am going to make character charts for the next chapter... just so that nobody will get confused(Including me)

Translations:

Sang-Noir- 'Black Blood'; French

Tarjetas Santas-'Holy Cards; Spanish

Affilez- 'Sharpen'; French

Fente-'Split'; French

Dégagement- 'Release'; French

Chéri-'Darling'; French

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