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It was about an hour after our house had been demolished, that we had been attacked, and random people had started appearing in my life. It was an hour after my life had flipped upside down and raced away from all sanity that I had once known.

So there I sat, crushed in the dead middle of Uncle Maire's couch between two seventeen-year-old's who are acting like toddlers, as I was trying desperately to simply stay calm and not slam both their heads together to get them to shut up.

Right when I thought that I wasn't going to be able to handle anymore Mr. K~ oh, sorry, I mean Auntie Kanda came over and yelled at them to shut up or he would shut their mouths for them. They both hit the unison of, "Sorry Dad." For the boy, Alma's, answer; and a quick, "Désolé, General."

Everyone was just staring at me, afraid to break the silence that was drowning the room. Finally I cleared my throat and they all looked up startled, and even the two squishing me quieted and looked at me with curious eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked looked at me mother as she twirled her pale index finger around a strand of black hair. She refused to look up, her browning irises wavering in the water of tears.

Finally the girl, Chéri stood up her navy eyes blazing at all of us, she too was becoming agitated by silence and looking around she said, "Good God! What is with all of you? It is not like we are sending this girl à l'abattoir! Dieu!" She continued to mutter in quick French before turning to me, and looking at me steadily she started, "Long ago there was a war, between two powers: the God and the Devil. God sent down a great flood in an attempt to erase the darkness that swarmed the earth: The Great Flood. you have heard that story, no?" I nodded and she continued taking a breath, "Long after the Great Flood, about a century and a half ago if I am correct..." she looked at Auntie Kanda who nodded.

"About a century and a half ago, a strange cube was found, and that is were it all started, for written on the cube was an enscription: the instructions on how to use the cube to fight the power of the Devil, who was onc again riseing to power." Again she breathed, and held up a hand to stop me when I opened my mouth to speak.

"The substance was called Innocence, otherwise known as 'God's Crystals'. Innocence possesses the power to turn into a weapon that fights against the Darkness that was to come. Innocence is what makes the strange mark on your hand. Though there is something that is off about the Innocence that you were granted with. The sword that you summoned... it was not the first time that most of us in this room had seen it. It's first Master was a man by the name of General Allen Walker, Head Leader of the famous Black Order~"

"Slow down." I cut her off, and she looked at me coolly, and then tilted her head as if to say, 'What?' Taking a deep breath I looked at her and continued, "All of this seems way too much like a fairytale: if this Allen Walker was Head of a famous order then why haven't I heard of him?"

"Because the war that was going was secret, no one knew about it besides the people that fought in it and the head leaders of the government." The boy, who's name I believed to be Alma explained, then quickly backed down as the girl glared at him harshly.

"Right a 'secret' war. Sounds pretty unlikely to me." I muttered and the girl snapped her attention to me, and chillingly voiced, "Be that as it may, the mark on your palm and the sword that you now control are evidence enough; if that isn't enough for you then go and look at your house, I'm sure the neighbors are beginning to wonder what happened." she immediately turned sheepish, and bit her lip, "Sorry, that was rude of me, also, the Black Order fell around sixteen years ago.

At that I looked up at the girl as she continued, her gaze looking down at the floor, "There was an ambush on the main Head-Quarters Building. Nearly all of the people were killed: Soldiers of God, Scientists, Finders, even Nurses. After that blow it all sort of crumbled, the few that managed to survive lost their greatest ally."

I looked at her as she caught the eye of her elder, who nodded, his raven colored hair bouncing slightly in the motion, his hardened eyes fixed on her with the closes thing to approval that I had seen him give to anyone. She turned to look at me, as I raised my eye line to reach her's, "Who was that?" I asked and Alma simply smiled, though there was something strained as the girl minutely glanced at my mother, who was shaking slightly.

"He was my father... wasn't he... that Allen Walker?" the entire room stilled, and I looked up, a small smile on my face, though it complimented none of the feelings that were building in me at that moment in time. Though all that I was met with was something hard and metal colliding with the back of my head... a sword sheath?

"Baka Chibi Moyashi. Never use that damned smile... ever." I turned to the jerk, though he simply looked away, his eyes focusing not on me, but on the corner where my other stood, her back resting against the wall, her legs seeming to barely hold her up. She was looking at the ground, seemingly not wanting to be forced to see any one person's eyes on her.

"Your father was just like you... he simply smiled when he was ready to cry." she whispered as Timcampy flew over and nestled into her hair. She then took him in her thin palms and gave him a watery smile before looking back up, finally, her violet eyes fixed directly on me.

"How did you fix him?" She whispered as he began to flutter around the room again, before simply deciding to see how Uncle Marie's curtains tasted. Apparently he liked them.

"I found him in the attic. I've been working on him for about three years now." I said proudly though it was ultimately ruined when Uncle Link opened his big mouth and muttered, "When she was supposed to be doing her homework I might add. No wonder your grades took a sharp decrease within that time frame."

I spun around as Minnie and Alister both began to laugh, though both quickly shut their loud mouths at the sudden glare that was sent to them as I straightened myself out, "I did my homework before I worked on him."

He gave a soft huff that sounded suspiciously like a, "Yeah, right."

Scowling I fought a constantly losing battle, "It's true!"

Now they were all laughing... as if nothing was wrong at all, that got me a little ticked, though then again I was the leader of that charade.

I looked at Chéri and Alma. They both seemed to be taking advantage of the situation and resting, well Alma was snoring loudly as Chéri simply was resting her head in her left hand, watching us lazily.

"How are you doing that?" I asked and she looked up, brown eyebrow arched perfectly with a soft, "Hmm?" Yawning, she sighed, "We're used to fighting: we do it all the god-damning time. While you guys are happily playing house we are forced to watch over the entire world to make sure that the Akuma do not come back in the numbers that they once did."

"Yeesh, remind me to never wake you up again." That was responded by a soft chuckle as Alma, who I thought to be asleep cracked open an eye, "You should have been there the first time I did that: I still have scars." Something told me that he wasn't lying.

~.~.~0~.~.~

"Remerciez un Dieu." Chéri muttered softly as she landed with perfect aim on the fold-out-futon that Uncle Marie had given her. Thankfully, due to Minnie's and Alastair's wonderful parents we had managed to fit everyone in the same house for the night, and in the morning we would be leaving in the hopes to find the rest of the people that had manage to survive the so-called attack on the so-called Black Order.

Wonderfully, Chéri had fit into Auntie Miranda's clothing and I managed to squeeze myself into Minnie's. We were fatefully made to be roommates with Minnie, though she had already fallen asleep and trust me, when Minnie falls asleep there ain't no way to wake that girl up for the life of you. Trust me, I've tried.

Chéri, I learned was a late night person, like me, seeing as it was nearly one o'clock in the morning and neither of us were about to fall asleep.

Unable to think of anything else to do I tried to strike up a conversation, "So, your name is Chéri, eh?" Startling, she nodded, turning to me: so that she would be able to look at me properly. "Yes?" she said, and I continued, sensing the note of confusion in her tone.

"How did you join up with the likes of Auntie Kanda and that Alma kid?" Immediately her face darkened and I knew that I had said something wrong.

"I wish that you would call my General by his name with out that horrendous nickname: he is an adult and should be treated with the amount of respect that you would show a person higher than yourself." Wow, that was not what I was expecting.

"S-sorry." I stuttered and her glare softened a fraction of a degree, and she turned to look out the window to the moon and stars which seemed to be shining brighter tonight than usual.

"To answer your question I was found by them." She spoke so softly that I barely had time to notice, and she continued, "My hometown was very small, not many people I mean; and the few that were there were all very close and good friends with one another. It was a perfect place for the Earl to attack first."

"The Earl?" I asked and she gave a soft chuckle, before nodding, "Sorry, thought that they told you about him at least. He is the leader in this mess. The 'Bad Guy', you could say." Though at this point she was smiling it was not a pleasant grin. Instead it looked very, very bitter.

"My home was one of his first targets after the Final Battle when he regained enough power to begin to create Akuma again. Think about it: a quiet little village on a French province that no one really cared about because it didn't really have enough resources to trade. It was a perfect hit."

The smile was gone now, "What happened?" I asked, and to my suprise she simply shrugged, "No idea."

"EHHH??" My gaze at her went unfaltering, until she swatted my hand away, "I just woke up in a city of ash and sand." Tilting my head curiously I asked, "When did you meet Alma and..." I forced it out of my mouth for good reckon, "Mr. Kanda?"

"Thirteen days after the attack, I retrieved my Innocence. It was parasitic like yours: that means it comes out of your body, or is a part of your being." Nodding my head, I tried to understand, "That's why your Innocence is made of blood."

"No." Once again I looked at her dumbfounded, "What do you mean, then?"

She sighed, and fell back on her pillow, "The Parasitic Innocence came in the form of a tattoo, that spread across the palm of my left hand. It allowed me to control the blood of the Akuma, not my own."

"Then how do you~" she held up a hand, and I shut up, willing her to finish, "After the General and Alma found me, they explained what had happened. Innocence attracts Akuma, you knew that, right?" I nodded, that made sense, "So I took it into my mind as I had been the one that killed my family and friends. I hated the Innocence, I wanted to get rid of it so bad at the time. A Parasitic Types is not like an Equipment Type, meaning that you just can't leave it somewhere though. Trust me, I tried everything that I could think of without promptly killing myself to get it away from me. The only thing that seemed to work was..." She trailed off, shrugging, "Anyway, the moment that I managed to destroy the tattoo, I found out that Parasitic Type Innocence isn't in the one spot of you body in which it transforms in to a weapon. It's in your entire blood stream." She gave a bitter laugh that made me shutter, "They were so pissed off at me when they found out what I had done. The General promptly told me that if I wanted to die that badly he would have done it for me." That was the only time that he had or has for that matter, ever really gotten mad at me."

"Your life seems to have sucked." I reasoned, though she simply smiled, "Try going without for food for three days when your a Parasitic type, sleeping in the rain... or having to sing Christmas carols when you aren't even Christan... we did that Moscow." She laughed at my horrified look.

"Wait... I thought that Innocence was the God's Matter?" She simply shook her head, the smile still on her lips, "You don't have to believe everything that you hear fille: you might find that you are fighting for the wrong reasons." She looked down and began to mutter a soft song in French under her breath.

"So..." She looked up again, surprised by my never ending questions, "Why does Alma seem more emotionally attached to your General?" It was the truth: every time that Auntie Kanda seemed to come around Chéri seemed to go into soldier mode while Alma was the opposite, as he seemed to calm down whenever the man walked by. "He even, if I'm not mistaken, calls him 'Dad'." She stopped for a moment taken back then muttered dangerously under her breath, "Mon Dieu! Le Bâtard! Rien de Dieu il!" I had no idea what she was saying about him but I knew that it wasn't good.

Slowly she seemed to calm down, which was a good sign, and then after taking three deep breaths, started, "The General found the idiot first, and decided to take him in. 'Even named the brat." That took me back somewhat, I guess that I thought that they were all more like a battle squad than a family. Guess that I was wrong.

"Why did~"

That seemed to be enough 'Twenty Questions.' for her and she simply rolled away to face the wall.

~.~.~0~.~.~

Morning was not fun. I awoke with the worse headache, to Minnie screaming, and Chéri cursing so much that it would have made her mother roll in her grave. Alma was yelling outside the door, and Auntie Kanda was nowhere to be found. Great.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Oh great, even better: my wonderful Aunt, Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass, was here. I barely dodged a poorly aimed alarm clock, and the poor, abused, little thing hit the wall with a loud 'SPOING'. Chéri was now cursing fluently in Spanish and Alma in French. (Not sure why they were mixing up langauges.)

"CALM DOWN!" my voice rang throughout the air, and the whole place seemed to silence for a moment, then slowly started back up again, as Cheri left the room(though not before making sure to stamp on Alma's foot, causing him to wail.)

Slowly we all made our way down stairs, and plopped all of ourselves down in the living and dining areas.

The two eldest teens, sat as far away from each other as physically possible, on opposite sides of the room. Alistair was attempting to keep from laughing at their childish antics as he looked at me, his brown eyes glimmering with amusement, and he watched as Auntie Kanda forced himself between the twos' eye sights of the other.

Soon he simply came over, "Are they always like that?"

I took a moment to think before answering, "Yeah."

"Man, and I thought that Minerva and I did not get along." He was soon hit with a shoe and heard the cry of, "It's Minnie!"(He was the only person that I knew of that Minnie could get angry at and attempt to give bodily harm to.)

The headache was getting progressively worse as Uncle Link and Mom walked over to me and placed their hands on each of my shoulders. I wasn't alone... well, that was a good thing.

My head was throbbing, and I barely noticed that Chéri suddenly tensed and slinked out of the room, the only other noticing seemed to be Alma, though his eyes turned slightly cool, and he looked away as she moved outside.

Something was not right. My thoughts were immediately confirmed when Chéri came crashing through the door, and landed spread eagle into the kitchen wall... Suddenly a large hole appeared in the middle of the floor: a swirling black vortex; immediately, Link and Mom pushed me behind them, one's boots activating immediately the other's switch blades coming to glint in the bright light that was erupting from the center of the room.

Surrounded.

We were surrounded. Akuma, of all powers and in great numbers were closing in, Chéri was groaning, blood trailing down from her hair line. Real blood. For the first time it hit me, this was real: it wasn't a simple bed-time story, where the characters all seem to end up safe in the end. It had already taken lives. REAL lives: people with thoughts, emotions, families that loved them all dearly. WE were going to become those people. People like that Head-General who became nothing more than a legend. WE would become legends. Man: I hadn't even had my first kiss yet... life sucked.

I suddenly felt both of my guardians' hands go limp and looking up I saw that my mom's eyes were fixated on the vortex, out of which two people were striding out of leisurely. Slowly, I forced myself to look closer.

The first thing that I found my self looking at was... a pair of eyes, the right a bright gold. The other a light gray... the same color as my own eyes.

Only one word escaped my mother, Lenalee Lee's, lips.

"Allen."

Okay people, before you go and get out your wonderful chainsaws and pitchforks let me say something... DON'T KILL ME! I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN! BUT THAT MIGHT BE IN A WEEK OR SO!! SORRY!!!!

Also the whole Chéri and Elena thing was because one of my friends wanted to see how Chéri reacted in a normal situation without Alma around... hope I didn't fail you Sean-chan. :)

Character Charts:

Name: Elena Lee

Birthday: February 13

Age: 16

Place of Birth: Britain

Description: A young, fun-loving woman with a bit of a curious side especially when it comes to the Field of Science. She has lived with her mother, Lenalee Lee, and her 'Uncle' Link in Britain ever since she was born. She is said to have a lot of her father's features(Gray eyes, a stubborn spirit, and his attitude), though she has never truly been curious about her past... until now. Her mother has also told her that she has a lot of the same interests as her real uncle, who has been deceased for around seventeen years now. Elena is best of friends with Alistair and 'Minnie' Minerva Marie. She has recently become aware of the events that have been taking place in the shadows of her life, and now has her own(?) Innocence.

Likes: Reading, writing, fire, chemicals, puzzles, and things-that-make-her-brain-work.

Dislikes:Kanda Yuu, teachers, grammar, Akuma, and the color pink.

Translations:

à l'abattoir-'To the slaughter-house.'; French

Alma-'Soul'; Spanish

Dieu- 'God'; French

Désolé-'Sorry'; French

Mon Dieu! Le Bâtard! Rien de Dieu il!- 'Oh God! The Bastard! God damn him!'; French

Fille-'Girl'; French

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