So in this one, I switch POVs pretty frequently. I think this is one of the most important parts of the story for me. (Disclaimer: I believe that all parts of every story are important and should not be left out as they show personal and interpersonal growth.)

I think because they are meeting for the first time, it's so dramatic and because it is in a way such a sad and dark moment for everyone, but at the same time is the first spark of hope and change is just precious. Anyways, I wanna show the thought processes and growth of a few people at different moments. Thank you for your time and plz review. 0,0

Lavi was busy polishing the silverware when it happened. A loud knocking ran through the room.

It has to be coming from the front door! No, it must be something else. No one comes here… During that last thought, Lavi glanced over in the direction of the dungeon where they were keeping the man that came a few days ago. Maybe...maybe someone really is here. Gah!

Lavi realized that if it was true and he heard the knocking, Allen probably did too. Not wanting a repeat of what happened with the last visitor, Lavi dropped what he was doing and raced towards the front door, but he was too late. He entered the main room with just enough time to see the door swing open and hid in a corner.

"Hello?" A feminine voice called into the room. Lavi watched as the slim figure of a of a girl a little younger than himself slid into the room. The room was dimly lit with only a few candles and the moonlight sweeping in from the open doorway to go by, but Lavi could tell that she was extremely beautiful. Her pigtails swayed as she as she turned around to close the door and then continued into the room.

Wow. She's cute. Lavi thought. But what is a girl like that doing here? His thoughts were interrupted as the girl called out.

"Brother! Brother, are you here?"

Brother? Lavi thought, confused as she walked towards the stairs. Oh, holy shit! Lavi realized that their prisoner said he had a sister. She must be his sister coming to find him. Lenalee, right? I gotta stop her before Master...

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him. Turning his head quickly, he saw that Allen stood behind him, a stern look on his face. "I'll be following her. Stay at attention. I'm sure I'll be calling you shortly."

"Master..." Lavi pleaded with his eyes, but Allen paid it no mind.

"You are my servant and you shall do as I say without question."

"Yes..." Lavi seceded.

(Allen POV...Allen POV...Allen POV)

With that, Allen turned towards the stairs Lenalee walked up, his white cape flapping wildly behind him. Allen proceeded to follow Lenalee throughout the mansion. She was clearly looking for her brother. Hearing her calling over and over again, Allen felt he would have had to be an idiot if he didn't understand that. He also figured that she was calling to the ass currently locked up in a cell in the dungeon. Maybe I should lock her up for a while. That would really make that jerk who stole my flower suffer.

Even Allen wasn't too keen on torturing a young girl who, by the way, hadn't done much to upset him besides wandering his home without his permission. Heh. She's nowhere near the cells. Allen chuckled darkly to himself. They spent a few minutes like this. Lenalee would walk around, desperately looking for her brother and Allen would stealthily follow her without being seen.

(Lenalee POV...Lenalee POV)

Lenalee walked down the stairs she had climbed not too long ago, feeling discouraged. She couldn't find a trace of her brother and she began to feel as if she might cry. She could feel the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. When she got down to the bottom floor, she saw a door in the corner of the room she hadn't seen before. The bottom foot or two of the door was sunken into the floor or so it appeared.

Really, the cement ends sharply just before the door and delves down. The floor ends so close to the door, you can't even step down to the new floor level before opening the door. Lenalee had to open it and then leap onto the new floor in the doorway to find the room to stand comfortably. The door was sitting in a corner shrouded in shadow and considering the door itself was made of a strikingly dark wood, Lenalee wasn't surprised she didn't notice it when she came in. She didn't know how she saw it at all.

"B-Brother?" Lenalee called hesitantly as she ventured inside the room, the door left open behind her.

"Lenalee?" A hoarse cry rang through the small room. It was so dark, that except for a candle burning on a table outside one of the cells, she couldn't see anything. The light only reached a few feet in any direction before petering out. She could only tell the room was small because of how their voices sounded in the room.

"Brother!" Lenalee cried, running to the cell by the candle and holding her brother's hands through the bars. "What happened to you? Who put you in here? You look awful!"

Komui's terrified voice broke through Lenalee's worried one. "You have to leave now!"

"What?" Komui grabbed her hands tighter in fear. "You have to go before he finds you!"

"Who? Before who finds me?" Lenalee heard a slight sound of something moving near the door. She turned to the door, not seeing anything strange except... "Didn't I leave that door open?" The door was closed. Due to the situation, Lenalee wrote it off as nothing and turned back to her brother. "Who?" She demanded again.

"T-The master of the castle..." He said fearfully, the panic in his features growing.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Lenalee and spun her around so she was facing the other direction. Lenalee found herself face to face with a teenage boy around her age. He was standing in a dark corner and she could barely see his form and face.

"What are you doing here?!" He yelled showing pure anger and hatred. Lenalee recoiled for a moment, but stood strong to protect her brother.

"You locked up my brother! Why did you do this?" She cried at him. The boy was taken aback, but was easily fueled by his anger and continued in that way.

"He was stealing from me!"

"It was just a flower!" Komui desperately interjected from the cell.

"It was stealing! They were important and they were mine!" Allen barked, barely letting Komui finish.

"Let him go! Keeping here in a place like this...he'll die!" Lenalee begged, fearing for her brother.

Upon hearing this, the boy looked back at the girl. "Serves him right, then." A dark smirk spread across the boy's face. Lenalee recoiled a little. She wasn't used to seeing a person act this way, so angry and scary.

"What would you benefit from this?" She tried to find a foothold.

"I'll get satisfaction out of it." The boy stated, unashamedly. "He'll stay here and maybe die and pay for his thievery and trespassing." He turned to leave. "You better leave now and as quickly as you can or I might do the same to you."

"There must be something I could do..." Lenalee let out sadly as a thought struck her.

(Allen POV...Allen POV...Allen POV)

"There must be something I could do..."

Allen heard the small, sad voice from behind him as he made his way to the door.

This girl never gives up. Doesn't she understand that there is nothing she can do to help the thief she calls Brother?

"Wait!" She called from behind him.

Never gives up... Allen thought, exasperatedly. It was only due to some amount of curiosity that Allen stopped to hear what she had to say now. This ought to be good. Allen thought that, but he was surprised by what he heard next.

"Let me take his place."

What?

"Come again?" Allen asked, trying to conceal the brunt of his surprise and turning around slowly to face her. She stood straight and glared at him like a fire had been lit in her. Allen could feel newfound respect for her growing inside him.

"Keep me as your prisoner in place of my brother."

"..." Allen didn't say anything for a while, surprised at the offer.

She would do that to protect him? Would she really go that far or is she not really planning on going through with it?

Finally, he spoke. "And why, exactly, do you think that I would permit that?"

"An eye for an eye, right? One prisoner is as good as the next as long as you get your precious payment for your troubles, correct?" The girl asked and Allen had to admit she made a good argument. She'd convinced him, anyway.

"No, Lenalee! You can't!" His current prisoner cried trying to reach his sister from his cell, to no avail.

So her name is Lenalee...that's rare, but kinda nice.

"So do we have a deal?" Lenalee asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"If you promise to stay here forever," Allen said, carefully. "and never leave or try to escape, I will send your brother away and allow you to take his place." He secretly searched her face, still unsure and trying to read her expression. He was still hidden in the shadows away from the candle so this was hard. Lenalee paused, craned her neck and squinted her eyes. She was trying to get a look at him. She was realizing he wasn't normal!

"Would you please...come into the light?" She asked, looking to him questioningly. The question startled him. He was more surprised that she had asked him to show himself so bluntly instead of trying to sneak a peek. Slowly, almost against his will, his body moved into the lighted area. His monstrous, robotic arm and scar becoming clearly visible.

(Lenalee POV...Lenalee POV)

Lenalee gasped at the sight. He still seemed like a boy her age, but his appearance was horrible. He looked like a monster that had been made by putting scrap pieces of bodies together. He had a huge arm that was silver and looked mechanic, maybe steel. And when she says huge, she means huge. Starting at the shoulder, it got wider until it came to the hand which was about four times the size of his head. He was barely refraining from dragging it across the floor by hovering a few inches above it.

His hand wasn't really even a hand, it had five long, metallic, razor sharp claws on it that she could imagine could cut through a full grown man too easily. These claws alone would be enough to make one shudder. On the back of the horrifying hand was an embedded cross. He had a hideous scar that started as a pentacle (the thought of demon came to mind) and ran through his eye, down his cheek and to the base of his chin, curving horribly at the end. It ran the entire length of that side of his face.

His hair was so silver it could be white and was matted and messy probably due to his fit of rage. His eyes matched, though they seemed like slits, that could be only because of the feral rage he still seemed to have. His anger, however, seemed to dissipate with her offer and, in it's place, the boy seemed to fall into polite and almost regal mannerisms. Gaining confidence from this fact, she opened her mouth with whatever of her remaining confidence she could manage and spoke.

"I'll take his place. It's a deal, then."