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Bold text is Allen's POV, regular is Lenalee's. Enjoy!

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Lenalee watched the sleeping figure. She noticed things she hadn't before. Like the fact that his hair was naturally white, not dyed. He also had an odd upside down pentacle scar, tracing down to his eye, and then picking up again beneath it, tracing his cheekbone. And before, she had thought he was older than her, but it had been hard to tell, what with the mask over his face and all. Now, with it removed, she saw that he couldn't be more than fifteen, a year younger than her.

Really she felt sorry for the boy. Somehow he had ended up on the Earl's side of the war. She wasn't sure how the other Noah treated him, or what his life was like, but she did know that this boy must have been around, and maybe the cause, of murder all his life.

But still one thought loomed over the rest: how had he gotten ahold of Innocence? Komui had taken blood to analyze from the boy, and had examined his left arm. According to him, this boy had been born with the Innocence already inside him. But why had the Innocence, of all the people in the world, chosen him? Innocence was supposed to be God's gift to human kind, a miracle substance that would help the humans win the war against the Millennium Earl. Innocence was capable of choosing it's Accommodator; so why had this piece chosen someone on the Noah's side? Was it a sign?

Sadly, ever since Hevlaska had been attacked by this boy, she hadn't spoken. The scientists had concluded that it wasn't from shock, and the boy hadn't done anything to her. She simply didn't want to speak. Everyone had tried everything to get her to tell them about this mysterious white-haired boy with the scar, but she still said nothing.

Lenalee jumped when the boy groaned and started to sit up, only to discover that his ankles and wrists had been shackled to the bed. Coming fully awake now, he started to panic. He then seemed to realize he would be going nowhere, and then calmly started to examine the room. He didn't even look surprised when he saw Lenalee sitting by his bed.

He recognized her immediately as the girl who had knocked-kicked-him unconscious. She seemed startled when he smiled and said, "What's your name?" Recovering her composure, she smirked, realizing what he was trying to do.

"And why would you want to know that?"

"I like to know the names of people strong enough to capture me," he replied, again showing no expression whatsoever on his face. The girl's smirk widened, and then broke out in a full out smile.

"Tell you what," she said, leaning forwards a bit. "I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours. Deal?"

He thought about it for a minute, and then nodded. It wasn't like the information would help the Order in any way. The Earl had made sure any human record of him had been erased completely. And he really wanted to know this Exorcist's name.

"Alright then," she said, looking relieved he had agreed. "You first." Allen took this girl as someone who kept her word, and so knew that she wouldn't try to weasel out of the deal.

"My name is Allen Walker. And yours is?"

"Lenalee Lee."

"Well Lenalee, you must be quite an Exorcist to be able to capture me."

"Like it was hard. You didn't even try to be discreet."

"Then it's a good thing I learn from my mistakes."

"Why? Planning on invading the Order again? Not tied up like that you aren't." He simply gave her a knowing smile. But on the inside, his thoughts were whirling. How could he have been so reckless? He had been trained by the Earl himself for this mission! He should have been more careful! As his banter went on with this girl-Lenalee-he mentally scolded himself for having been so arrogant. One of the lessons that had been pounded into him his whole life was to never, under any circumstances, underestimate your enemy. Even if they were a newborn infant.

Finally, something Lenalee said brought Allen out of his self-imposed lecture. "Are you hungry?"

It was amazing how much Allen could eat! He ate as if he'd been starved half to death, even though Komui had reported he was perfectly healthy. When Lenalee had gone down to the cafeteria to get him the freaking feast he had ordered, she had told the guards at the door he was awake. Obviously, they had told Komui, for he was waiting outside the door when Lenalee and Jerry returned, who was helping her carry up all the food.

"Let me talk to him first," Lenalee had told her brother. Komui unreadily agreed, knowing it would be best to have as few people as possible interact with Allen. Maybe if a few key people interacted with him often, he would grow to be more talkative around them.

Lenalee saw immediately that this idea wouldn't work. As soon as Allen saw Jerry come in, his poker face removed all expression. Even after the head cook left, Lenalee noticed that he didn't give anything away. Sure, he bantered with her, but she noted that every time the conversation strayed to anything concerning the Noahs, Earl, or himself, he would move on to a different subject. They would get no answers from him readily. He had obviously been trained well.

Eventually, Komui came into the room and spoke with Allen. He didn't get anywhere either. He tried a million different tacks, but Allen deflected every one.

Eventually, Komui gave up for the day, and pulled Lenalee outside to talk. "Lenalee, we won't get anywhere like this," Komui began, but his sister cut in.

"You're not going to torture him," she told her older brother, steel in her eyes. She remembered her early years at the Order. She remembered what Lvellie had done to her to try to get her to cooperate. No one, not even the Earl himself, deserved to go through torture. And she would make sure that this boy at least would not have to endure any of that pain.

"Of course not," Komui soothed his sister. "But I do want you to become his friend."

"What?" Honestly, this was the last thing Lenalee had been expecting. He worked for the Noah! Yes she didn't want them to hurt Allen, but that didn't mean they had to befriend him! Now put on top of that that Komui was the most over-protective big brother ever, and she was completely confused.

"Get to know him," Komui explained. "See if, over time, you can get anything out of him. He seems more comfortable around you, probably because you were the first one to speak with him. See if he'll spill anything." It seemed to Lenalee that it was hurting her brother to say this, and it was all she could do not to giggle.

Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded and watched her brother head back to the science division. Of course, she knew that he wouldn't actually be going back to work. He would probably make a 'detour' along the way to get coffee.

Secretly, Lenalee was very glad that she had been assigned this mission. There was something about Allen that she found…compelling. She wanted to know more about him. She wanted to break down that shell he put around himself and see what was inside, like a kid at Easter. She saw it as another challenge, waiting to be completed. Eager to get started, she turned and re-entered Allen's room.

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Nothing much happened in this chapter. It was more like a chapter to kinda set up the rest of the story. Next time though, I promise something more interesting will happen.

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