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Though within a moment his attentive eye caught a hold of something in the distance, and after squinting to make sure that what he saw wasn't a mirage. For there before his very eyes was Crown Clown, it's white cape billowing in an un-noticed wind, the silver mask twinkling in the pale light, and looking at them.

The plate of metal turned upward slightly, as if smiling as a young female scream of shock and terror entered the air.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, then there was a blind panic of the few offenders of the city, as they attempted to reach their only true reason to hope in winning the war that they were fighting so desperately for. Though the aid was unneeded, seeing as after a moment had gone by, the long tatters of the Crown Clown's cloak had been lifted into the air, and a steely voice, one almost unknown to the listeners burst out of the girl's mouth, "CROWN CLOWN: DEATH BALL!" Jerking her sword arm back the girl moved as fluidly in battle as any warrior would. Her actions were followed by a litter of explosions which destroyed any living thing that they scarcely touched. Akuma blood splattered everywhere as a thin cover of gore flew in all directions.

The long tears in the cape, suddenly jerked out, as if unable to withhold themselves any longer in the want for bloodshed. They shot out in random ways, sharp as knives as they peirced the bodies of the demons.

The Akuma around the teen immediately began flattering back, sensing a change in the girl's power and emotions: an angered and slightly sympathetic veil that covered her from the rest. Though they too were soon taken out as all too familiar playing cards dove into them like a downpour of deadly needles.

The others barely had to lift a finger to finish the rest, and the moment that they did so, they turned to see the two others, one supported by the other as they soared to them on what looked to be one of the young male's cards. A Queen of Hearts.

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The moment that Alma had laid eyes from above on the girl below, he had known that something was wrong. The way that she had carried herself as she fought was too skilled for anyone who had been in as few battles as she had. The moment that Elena had used those well known moves he knew that she was in need of aid, and that someone was already giving her that help in using her body as a channel to unleash fearsome attacks.

She was like a candle, flickering violently in a gust of wind before it is put out. She was about to go out.

He looked at her now, and saw that her face was pale, and her gray eyes were closed in an attempt to regain the energy that she had used. The white garment that shrouded her body and his, seemed to take her in, and obscure her from the world like a thick mist. As if it was trying to protect her.

When the others reached him he was jumping down from the large platform-like piece of wax paper, and the moment that he did so it shrank in size greatly, until it was the same area of the other normal, non-used cards. Though the moment that it did, he noticed the large slit that was on the side, and giving a small sigh, he placed the deck back into his left pants pocket. There was another one that he couldn't use for a time.

Looking up, he found the others around him, and he gave a tired smile as he handed the still form that was leaning against him to Señor Marie, and turning to the red-haired man, whose name he believed to be Lavi, and asked, "Are there any cheap places to stay a while until the panic has died down?"

The man gave a nod and a chippy reply of, "Yep, matter a fact the place that I have been staying at for a time is free! It's only outside the city, around a ten minute walk, or fly." he eyed the boy's pocket, hoping that his reason would get across, though the teen only shook his head, saying, "The only card that I can do that with is ripped, so we're going to have to walk. If that's okay with you all?" He looked back, and found the rest of the group either nodding or staring at him tiredly.

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Lenalee watched as her daughter stirred in the large man's arms, and a small bit of relief intertwine with the pool of worry and curiosity. The questions that were burning in her mind, though all that she as able to do, was pat the soft brown bangs that were plastered to the girl's face with sweat.

She really did look like her father... or at least the man that was her father. Allen...

What had happened to him? When had he turned from the man that she had cared so much about, to the monster that she had fought not two weeks ago? She looked back down at the sleeping young woman who in her eyes had only turned from a toddler to an adult in the blink of an eye. Had the years really gone by that quickly?

She looked up to the brightly lit sky, and shook her head in disgust with the God that was looking down at them. Had she not given him enough to just let her and her family be? What had she done that wasn't right? It didn't matter, she didn't care about what anyone thought or said about her as long as her family was not harmed by it. And that included what the being in the sky believed.

Her head turned upon hearing Lavi's voice calling out to her, and she realized that they had stopped outside an old Victorian structure. It had a small garden that was well kept, a cobblestone that led to the door, and ivy crawling up an old oak arbor, which created a canopy of shade for a pair of rocking-chairs.

It looked far too much like an old grandmother's house for comfort and she really did not want to find out that Lavi had, A. Been mooching off some poor elderly couple and forcing out of house and home, or B. Found a wife in the past years.

She looked to find that her daughter's still form was slowly stirring, and finally pale eyes opened to slits, and she shot up without much of a warning, hitting her forehead on Timcampy who had been worriedly fluttering around her, which caused her to start howling in pain and him to have one of his small horns dented.

Lavi was all he while laughing and soon led the group into the cozy living areas, and a voice called out to him from the kitchen, were if you looked closely smoke seemed to be coming out of. Suddenly a man rushed out to see them.

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The man in front of us looked down with gray-blue eyes and light sandy blond hair that seemed to fall into natural spikes. His face seemed to be smudged with a type of black soot, and he was lightly coughing. My guess was that he didn't come out here to beat us to the ground for being loud, but instead he attempted to flee a cooking experiment gone horribly wrong. My theory was prove correctly when a second or so later there was a small explosion of green slop that landed in the kitchen doorway.

The moment that the man saw Lavi his eyes lit up with recognition, though as they began to scan over us they were clouded with confusion then the inquiring look faded and followed shortly after with an emotion that was complete shock.

Stuttering out in a slightly horrified-all-the-while-mystified voice he asked, "Lenalee... Lenalee Lee is that you?"

I turned to my mother, not knowing who in the world this man was, though after a moment her eyes too grew wide in shock and she soon flung herself into his arms screaming something along the lines of, "REEVER!"

Well, all us kids just had to stand back as once again our dear parents hed another one of thier reuions, and we once again had no earthly idea who this one was.

The blond man, Reever was soon bombarded with questions, though he looked at us each slowly, taking us all in before answering the questions that the adults wished to hear.

"How did you escape? I heard that you were killed in the Akuma raid!" Mom cried, her head still buried in his shoulder. He gave a small smile before answering her question with a pat on the back, "I crawled out with some of the others down the underground waterway, and out into the countryside."

My Uncle soon turned to Lavi with a cold glare, and asked, "Bookman if you were staying here then why did you not contact us to tell us that they were still alive?"

Lavi just shook his head with a slightly angered air, "When have you ever written me back? The letters that I sent the first few months after I left were never answered Two-speck."

Reever looked at me with ind eyes after finishing with the grown-ups and held out a calloused hand, "I'm Reever Welham, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss..." he trialled off, trying to remember if he had ever seen me before, I finished it for his, "Elena, I am Lenalee's daughter."

A look of horror crossed his face, and he immediatly looked around the group, trying to find similar features. Though I smiled, "My father was Allen Walker."

He have a slight nod, though still looked uneasy. But soon the crease of worry disappeared and with a grin he rested his left hand on the top of my head and ruffed my short bangs.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Elena." he said, and there was a loud clatter of glass, and we looked to see my mother with her pale hands resting on her lips in shock, her eyes nearly over brimming with hope, as she muttered, "Reever, if you are here, then, is Komui~"

She was cut off by the swing of a door, and a male voice calling out, "Reever-san? Are you alright? I heard something crash." The steady pound of footsteps entered my ears, as we all turned to see another slightly older man in the doorway.

His longish black hair was peppered with small streaks of gray, though they seemed to be more from stress than anything seeing as his face was relatively young, and there were creases near his eyes that were created by many smiles. There was a gray colored barrette that was fashioned slightly crooked onto the top of his thick scalp. His slightly slanted eyes glimmered with a curious but at the same time welcoming mix. Taking in his features I noted the similarity not only to my mother's oriental features but also mine seeing as we had the same colored skin and the same straight nose.

There was silence for a moment, as everyone took in the moment of this situation, before my mother rose shakily, as if unsure what to do, though both Reever and Lavi grinned at the other, and gave her a slight push in the direction of the man and that was all that she needed to start running.

A cry of, "Nii-san!" Burst past her lips as she collided with the older adult, tears streaming down her face, though for once they were tears of joy instead of sorrow. He just stood there for a moment, seemingly too shocked to do anything but stand there his mouth half open, unable to allow the words that were wreaking havoc in his mind out.

Though after a moment's time the fit had passed him and he immediately embraced her to him.

The words, "Welcome home, Lenalee." Escaped his lips as a sob as he tightened the hug, then looked around slightly misty eyed at all of us, and after a few moments he regained a minute amount of composure.

He soon looked over us all, and my mother began to introduce him to all of us kids. First Alma, then Minnie, Chéri followed soon after, Alistair after that, seeing as he had gotten into a conversation with Reever about what I think was Quantum Physics, and lastly me.

"This is Elena, Nii-san, she is my daughter." She stated slowly as if he would not understand, though all that he did was look at all the males in the room with an icy glare, causing each of them either raised his arms in surrender, or stared back with the same cool gaze. Though it was only Uncle Link that overpowered his glare of death with one of his own, and soon there was a loud crash.

The older male had pulled out a freakin' big ass drill.

"So you are the traitorous leech." his voice had gone from quite chirpy to deadly within a matter of seconds, "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DEFILED MY BEAUTIFUL LENALEE!"

Uncle Links simply remained calm, and said quite clearly, "I assure you, Supervisor, I have done nothing of the sort, Ms. Lee is simply a guest in my home that pays for her daughter and herself with her cooking." Mom shook her head good naturally with a wave of her hand, "No, no, your cooking beats mine."

The man, who I presumed was Komui was now charging up the drill and placing his safety helmet on, screaming, "LIES ALL LIES!"

"Sir, if you wish to punish the girl's father then you will have to find Allen Walker." my Uncle muttered venomously, and after a moment of silence there was a screech of, "GOD CURSE YOU ALLEN WALKER!"

I was now backing away slowly, though there was soon a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Reever, his eyes glinting humorously, though I had no idea what was so damn funny.

"Elena, meet your Uncle, Komui Lee." What. The. Crap?

Komui looked at me, the drill discarded somewhere in the hallway, as he made his way toward to my slightly trembling figure. Smiling warmly he reached out a hand, and said politely, "Good day to you."

I responded shakily, grasping his larger palm with mine, "And to you."

His black eyes scanned my face behind their glasses for a moment before his face broke into a wide grin, squealing, "YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

There was a beeping sound and he turned and ran off, crying about something messing with his beloved Komuins. Leaving me stunned, "I have an Uncle?" I asked wheeling around to face my 'family', who nodded.

"According to yourself you have many." Kanda grumbled, and I let out a hiss, one that I learned from a neighborhood cat, and said, "Shush your mouth, Auntie."

Lavi cracked a smile at that and poked the Asian man on the forehead, "'Auntie', eh Yuu?" He was only responded with a grumble as Komui called for Reever's assistance with something.

The blond man cursed and without noticing my following him, walked into the kitchen and down the stairs that lead to what looked like the basement.

The other kids followed my lead though we all stopped for a moment, and stared at what was before us. Giddiness rushed through my veins as I saw the heaven of my dreams, for standing on front of me was an entire laboratory just waiting for me to explore it.

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Al didn't even have time to reach out before she was gone, whooping like a small child on Christmas, searching through endless test-tubes with delicate fingers. Great, she had gone into Dream Mode again. And when she was in that there was no stopping her.

He too began to fiddle around with things, what looked to him like miniature versions of the little bird-thing that followed his friend around everywhere... Timcampy, wasn't that what its name was?

Frowning, he placed the small feathers on to the delicate wings, the tiny peices of metal glinting with a soft copper. He looked at the ball that was going to be the body, and smiled. It was nearly four times smaller than the original that was flying around somewhere, probably raiding the cabinets in the kitchen.

He listened contently as Elena called out to her one, 'real' Uncle, and after a moment heard them both squealing as he took her hand began to lead her around the lab. Great, now he had to deal with another science freak in this 'family'.

He watched as Minvera and Alma tapped on what looked to be a glass aquarium and laughed as they both shrieked when a giant Venus Fly-Trap came out of no where and took a bite out of Minnie's hair.

What a big family they were... a messed up, absolutely insane family.

Character Charts:

Name: Alistair also goes by Al

Birthday: July 17

Age: 18

Place of Birth: Britain

Description: A quiet, though loyal teenage musician. He is the older brother of Minerva 'Minnie' Marie, and the only son of Marie and Miranda. He was gifted with his Dad's talents for music, though while he refuses to outshine his father, he also will not stand back and simply be put away as the son who is perfect and therefore be over looked. He is good friends with Elena and to some extent, his sister, and is the only calm person in the trio's group. Though that is true he is always willing to meet new people, and learns to trust people with great ease, much unlike his sister. He, at times, can't see the flaws in anyone but himself, though normally will quit pouting the moment that Elena tells him to. He has become good friends with Alma, and is always int-rested in the way that the other boy has lived and what the places that he visited were like. Unlike the never ending energy of his sister, he would much rather shut himself up in his room, writing and playing music. He has a strong bond with his father, much like Minnie and their mother.

Likes: Quiet, peace, Elena, most any types of food, Cultures, and playing music.

Dislikes: Cleaning, exercising, being over-looked, grammar, and Math

Translations:

"Tarjetas Santas: Reina de Corazones," Holy Cards, Queen of Hearts, Spanish

'Ōzuchi Kozuchi' Little Hammer, Big Hammer, Japanese

'Jiji' Grandpa-informal Japanese

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