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Innocent Rain
Prologue—Awakenings
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June 6, 2013—London
No one was sure
why the Underground train stalled suddenly in the tunnel, rocking with the
force of an unknown impact. The lights flickered, and then died; silence reigned.
The passengers heard a strange, mechanical whine coming from outside the car.
Suddenly, the train shook violently as a large explosion ripped a hole into its
side. Stunned passengers stared, silent.
“Everybody get the
fuck down!” A girl yelled, running
from the tunnel outside and into the cabin. She was peculiarly dressed,
sporting a long, black coat adorned with white crosses and the insignia of the
rumored Black Order. The car was silent with the bewildered passengers, none of
whom could move from shock.
“I’m fucking
serious!” The girl yelled. A moment later, the wall of the Underground, so
carefully constructed by generations past, exploded, sending dust and fragments
of rock through the windows and leaving dents in the strong, metal siding. The
passengers watched, transfixed, as a shining green object spun unearthly fast
toward the girl, who caught it deftly.
As the dust and
debris cleared from the air, the passengers were able to see the ominous, round
shape of the nightmarish creature known as an Akuma. Few hadn’t heard of the
legendary battle fought over one hundred years ago, headed by the Black Order’s
fighters known as Exorcists, but the story had long ago become just that—a
legend.
The telltale whine
of the Akuma cannons charging prompted the girl to fling the green thing from
her body, toward the menacing creature. “Innocence!”
She shouted. “Boomerang!”
The Akuma stood no
chance as the green object literally tore through its tough armor and back to
the girl.
“Everybody
down, NOW!” The girl shouted, dropping to her knees and covering her
head as she did so. A moment later, a huge explosion rippled through the dank,
underground air. Fire licked the side of the cabin, and some were unlucky
enough to have their hair or clothes catch the flames.
Silence
continued to hold the passengers, and after nearly a minute, the girl sighed in
apparent relief. Then, getting up, she stalked off through the hole in the
train and out of sight.
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June 6, 2013—The Dark Order, Main
Branch, two hours later
Amanda sighed as
she stepped out of the elevator to the Main Branch of the Dark Order. She knew
she would have to give a tiresome report of her elimination of the three level
ones she’d just taken out, and what she really wanted was a nice, warm shower to
wash off the grime from the Underground… but duty called, and she was needed.
Exorcists were rare these days, with only eighteen of them around the world,
and even though she detested them, the reports helped monitor Akuma activities.
“Director Smith, I’ve
got the Innocence you wanted me to collect,” she said as she reached his desk.
He was a foreboding man, with a tall, intimidating figure that was all brawn
and a thick, handlebar mustache whose color matched his graying black hair. He
stared down at her with the air of someone about to give a dressing-down, and
though Amanda wanted nothing more than to hide from that gaze, she stared right
back, hoping she showed no weakness.
“Good. Did you run
into any trouble?” The man asked, his deep voice seeming to resound through the
large, circular office.
“None, really,
just a few Akuma here and there…” She paused, not wanting to tell him that
she’d destroyed most of the London Underground in the process. Even if the media did
blame terrorists again.
“Oh,
really?” The man asked, penetrating her with his best
‘I-know-you’re-hiding-something-so-‘fess-up’ glare.
“Well, there may
have been… some, uh, trouble on the
way back.” The Director’s eyebrows raised a good half-inch. “Um… involving a
train car, explosions…exposing our secret…” Her voice
trailed off, and she desperately hoped that the intimidating man hadn’t heard
her last comment. She turned her gaze to the director, suppressing a cringe.
Instead, she felt shock flow through her system as the man began unfolding a
newspaper.
“I’d noticed,” the
man said with a menacing undertone. “Do you recognize this picture?” He asked,
and to her horror, Amanda saw a side view of her in her Exorcist jacket lobbing
her discus Innocence at a shadow in the background.
“Ummmm… no?” She tried, hoping to escape punishment
but knowing it was already too late.
“You know what the
punishment is for exposing our secret, don’t you?” He said, cocking an eyebrow
with a maniacal glint in his eye.
“No!” Amanda
shouted. “No, no, no! Anything but that!”
“Yes,” Director
Smith said. “That.”
“No!” Amanda
wailed, but the Director simply handed her the Innocence she had brought back,
placing it softly in her hand.
“Go on, now,” he
said evilly. “She’s waiting for you.”
Amanda
harrumphed, and giving him a mock salute, she left the Director’s office.
---
The bowels of the
Black Order were always dank and musty from lack of use, but Amanda hated none
of them more than Hevlaska’s Chamber. It wasn’t that
she particularly disliked her, but Amanda was just… creeped out by her, for lack of a better term. The way she seemed
omniscient, carelessly making prophecies here and there, using big phrases like
“Destroyer of Time” and “The Awakening is upon us” and other bologna like
that—it just… bothered her.
She descended,
unwilling as she was, to Hevlaska’s Chamber, fully
intending to give the ancient Exorcist the Innocence before holing herself up
in a corner of the vast room until Director Smith decided to take mercy upon
her aggrievèd soul. Spending the next month as Hevlaska’s personal conversationalist was not her favorite
job, but mostly the sentence was cut short the next time the punished was given
a new mission.
Sighing for what
was probably the hundredth time that day; she disembarked from the elevator and
walked over to Hevlaska.
“Innocence for ya, Hev,” she said, resigning
herself to her fate.
To her surprise,
there was no response.
“Um,
Hev, didja hear me?” Amanda
asked, worried despite herself. She leaned over the side of the railing. She
gasped. Quickly, she ran over to the small service elevator that reached the
bottom of Hevlaska’s Chamber and threw herself onto it, depressing the down button the second she
could reach it. It descended painfully slowly, and Amanda’s heart raced as she
ran to the ancient Exorcist. Hevlaska seemed to be in acute pain, curled in
upon herself like someone about to lose the contents of her stomach. Amanda
could hear a slow chant coming from Hevlaska, though the words were in no
language she could understand. Perhaps
Latin, she thought dimly, her mind clouded with panic. And then, to her
horror, Hevlaska gave a huge… shudder was the only word for it… and
regurgitated four Innocence-green crystals. A moment later, Hevlaska shuddered
more violently and spat out what looked horrifyingly like a mummy. Amanda
dropped the Innocence she had taken so much trouble to obtain. She stood, mesmerized by the happenings she wasn’t quite sure
she wanted to see.
---
The ground was a
lot harder and colder than it had been the last time he’d been thrown down.
And, more distressingly, it had gotten much quieter. Instead of the loud
explosions of Akuma all around him and grunts and pants of fighting Exorcists,
there was a deep, encompassing silence. It wasn’t the silence of a field just
after battle—even then, Lavi knew from experience, there were screams from the
wounded and agonized cries from the friends of the dead. The stillness reminded
Lavi of a library, but the quality of it, as well as the slight wind that
seemed to be stirring off to his left, made him think of something much
different, a place he had only been to a handful of times. Lavi opened his eye
a fraction and found his hypothesis to be correct; he was, indeed, in Hevlaska’s Chamber.
Interesting, he thought, groping
automatically for Oodzuchi Kodzuchi and feeling nothing but air. He grasped
quickly at his last memories before the darkness. There was Allen, fighting in
the air with the Earl, displaying his determined expression as he skillfully
blocked and parried every attempt his enemy made on him. To his right was
Bookman, puncturing all nearby Akuma with his Heaven’s Compass needles. On the
far end, Lenalee and Chaoji battled side by side, and
to his left, he saw a shaded Exorcist leaping from Akuma to Akuma. Kanda,
exactly ten meters behind him and five and a half centimeters to the right, was
fighting with Road Kamelot, who, despite his best efforts on the Ark three
years prior, had not died. Kanda was steadily wearing her down, though, and
Lavi figured it was only a matter of time until his reluctant friend killed her
completely. It smelled strongly of gun-powder and smoke. He could hear all the
proper sounds of Exorcists fighting: activating their Innocence’s more powerful
levels, swings of blades, shots of guns, and pounding of boots (Lenalee’s, of
course). Then, suddenly, the sky turned dark for a moment, disorienting them
all. A large shock shot them back a second before an earsplitting boom echoed out,
destroying everyone’s eardrums. Lavi felt his own bleed, and he picked up a
hand to verify it, when… he was on the hard, unforgiving ground of Hevlaska’s Chamber.
He ran the
memories through his mind again, but he could only dredge up the memory of… nothingness,
much like Lavi felt after a deep meditation on the meaning of being a Bookman.
He heard moans and
turned his head to the right to see Allen and Lenalee on the ground. Gazing to
his left, he saw Miranda almost a meter and a half away. His heart clenched for
a second before he realized that just three quarters of a meter from him was
Kanda. He breathed a sigh of relief before realizing what he was doing.
Quickly, he repressed the feelings of panic and relief. You’re a Bookman, he told himself. You can’t feel these things.
A murmured whisper
of “Zhang xiong”
alerted Lavi that Lenalee was awake and already calling for her older brother.
Next to her, Allen stirred.
“Lena…lee…”
he mumbled, probably unaware of having done so. It was obvious the two were
in love, but for the past three years, they’d been doing nothing but tip-toeing
around each other, despite Lavi’s best attempts at matchmaking.
There was a grunt
exactly three quarters of a meter to his left, and he heard fabric stir as
Kanda stood.
The only one to
make no noise was Miranda, but she seemed to be stirring more silently, and
when Lavi paid attention, he realized her breathing had picked up like someone
just coming out of a deep sleep. She would be getting up in a moment, so Lavi
could safely keep his gaze from her and spend more effort trying to figure out
just how they’d gotten—
A gasp, loud and
echoing, resounded through the Chamber, and Lavi, feeling dumb, looked to his
right. At the small service elevator stood a young, female Exorcist Lavi had
never seen before. She had to be an Exorcist, as she was dressed in a jacket
bearing the Order’s crest, and there was a piece of Innocence, likely to be
given to Hevlaska, at her feet. She was maybe around 167.6 centimeters in
height with light brown hair held up in a strong pony tail that reached just
past the base of her neck. Her eyes, just slightly larger than average, showed
surprise in their dark brown depths, and her petite nose and full lips
completed the face of a definite strike!
She pulled a
strange, small device from her pocket, and after flipping part of it up and
pressing a few buttons, held it to her ear. After a short pause, she began to
speak into it.
“Director,” she
said, her voice revealing copious amounts of urgency. “Um, I think… well,
there’s… well, actually I have no idea—” she paused, and if Lavi listened
intently, he could hear a small noise coming from the device. “Yes, I have a reason for—yes—yes—WHAT!?”
She pulled the device away from her ear, and flipping it into itself again,
placed it back into her pocket.
She looked over at
them with the obvious air of someone in a very, very uncomfortable situation.
“So,” she said as
Lavi heard sounds of hands brushing off fabric from Miranda’s position. “Um. I’m Amanda.” She paused, smiling awkwardly at the
obviously battle-weary group in front of her. No one responded with any
greetings, so she shifted uncomfortably before adding. “Um, who’re you guys?”
“I’m Lavi,” he
said and immediately regretted it. His voice came out as a croak, as if he
hadn’t had any water in a long time. Pausing to clear his throat, he added,
“and they’re Allen and Lenalee, and behind me are Yuu—er,
Kanda—and Miranda.” His voice, damn it all, was still scratchy, but he managed
to articulate enough for the other Exorcist to hear as he named each companion.
Shock spread
across the girl’s face like an out of control wildfire. Her mouth went so far
as to open just the slightest bit, as if she had been told that Jesus had
returned for the Second Coming and was standing before her for all to see.
“W-wait,” she said
slowly, as if she was wracking her brain for an elusive thought. “Hold on a
second. You’re telling me that that
kid over there is Allen fucking Walker?” She asked, pointing almost accusingly
at the white-haired Exorcist.
“Er, yeah,” Lavi responded, deadpan.
“Allen
fucking Walker?” She whispered
to herself, seemingly amazed. Then, directing her attention back to Lavi, she
added, “You mean to tell me that that kid is Allen Walker, the Destroyer of Time,
the fifteen-year-old General, the kid who disappeared after the last battle
with the Earl?” Her tone was incredulous, as if Jesus had told her that the
Earth was, indeed, flat.
Lavi didn’t quite
know how to respond, so he kept it simple. “Yes.”
The girl—Amanda,
Lavi reminded himself—simply gaped for a moment before reaching back into her
pocket and removing the device again. She flipped it open again and poked a
button on the side as she brought it up to her ear. “Director,” she said her
speech oddly monotone. She didn’t speak for a while until—“Director, get your
fucking ass down here! It’s Allen fucking
Walker!” This time, there was no response. Snapping the object closed
again, she replaced it in her long, floor-length Exorcist jacket.
Looking at Allen,
her expression showed mild curiosity. “Hey, Bean Sprout…” she began. Allen
tensed.
“Don’t call me
‘Bean Sprout,’” he said, his voice cracking just as Lavi’s had at first.
“Why? All the
books say that was your nickname,” Amanda said innocently.
“Kaaaandaaaa…” Allen growled menacingly, turning his head to
glare at the man three quarters of a meter behind Lavi.
“Shut up, Moyashi,” Kanda replied, though his tone
inferred that it was a more automatic response than one he’d thought to use.
“My name is
Allen,” Allen responded icily, completing the verbal ritual between the two.
“You don’t like
being called Bean Sprout?” Amanda said, butting into the short conversation
that excluded all but the two Exorcists.
“Would you?” Allen
questioned.
“Well, anyway,
what’s that on your head?” Amanda continued quickly.
“Eh?” Looking up,
Allen smiled broadly. “Oh, that’s just Timcanpy, my golem.”
“Looks a bit like
the Golden Snitch,” Amanda remarked, private amusement showing on her face.
“What’s a ‘Golden
Snitch?’?” Lavi asked, genuinely curious. It was obvious from the way the girl
spoke that they’d been asleep for a while, which would explain why he didn’t
get what she was referring to. Also, the girl spoke with the strangest accent
he’d ever heard. It sounded vaguely American, but all the inflections were
wrong, and she spoke with a mouth even Kanda could be proud of. She looked at
Lavi with astonishment.
“You haven’t
read—” she paused. “Oh, right. You’ve all been asleep forever. You wouldn’t
know… Jesus Christ…” She faded off, and Lavi let her.
He was about to
ask her again what this “Golden Snitch” object was when the door to Hevlaska’s chamber opened with a bang. The service lift
rose to the top and was soon back down, regurgitating
a tall, burly man with salt-and-pepper hair. Behind the intimidating man stood
two men in white coats who could only be the man’s lackeys. Lavi took in every
detail he could, memorizing postures and features of the three men. It was
obvious from the burly man’s posture and expression that he was in charge,
probably of the entire Main Branch. What had happened to Komui?
Before he could
ask, though, Lenalee stood up, shocked. “Where’s Zhang xiong?”
The Director
paused, looking at Lavi’s comrade, before answering with an eloquent, “what?”
“Komui.
Where is Komui?” Lenalee asked, her voice becoming more worried with each
syllable.
“Komui…” the
Director repeated, and suddenly his eyes went wide with understanding. “Komui
Lee is dead, along with everyone else you knew.”
Lenalee looked
stricken. Allen stood up and grabbed her before she could fall to her knees.
Tears started to leak from her dark brown eyes as what the Director said struck
home.
“Dead?”
She repeated her voice disbelieving. Allen pulled her close, hugging her, and Lenalee
relaxed in to the embrace, though her eyes never left those of the burly man.
“Yes, a long time
ago,” the man confirmed. “I’m sorry.”
Lenalee shook and
hid her face in Allen’s shoulder. Allen put his chin on her head and rubbed his
hands comfortingly on her back. Quietly, he said, “It’s
okay, Lenalee, we’ll make new friends and rebuild your world.”
Lavi gave a low
whistle. “Smooth, Allen,” he said. He wanted to improve the sudden somber mood
of the room, and perhaps that comment would bring Lenalee back from her private
grief. Allen glared darkly at Lavi, his gaze saying that he would kill the
other man if he so much as uttered another sound. He got a whap on the back of
his head and realized that Kanda had moved directly behind him. He tried to stop
his heart from pounding at the thought. Fixing Kanda’s new position in his
head, he turned back to the Director. He was definitely British, but just like
the American girl, he was using inflections that seemed to be from another age.
Just how long had they been asleep?
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A/N: Hey! For simplicity’s sake, we’ve decided to give you a list of
the Exorcists we’ve created!
THE EXORCISTS
-From the Past (5)
Lenalee Lee
Allen Walker
Kanda Yu(u)
Lavi
Miranda Lotto
-Current-day (18)
Generals: (3…5)
(Allen Walker, TBA—to be
added) parasite, left arm
(Lenalee Lee, TBA) crystal,
dark boots
Tamas Varga (male,
Hungarian, 37) diamond, machete
Tuan Chu (male, Vietnamese,
25) diamond, machine gun
Cyrah Kabbah
(female, African, 43) diamond, whip
Main Branch: (5) head:
Patrick Smith
Amanda Colten
(female, American, 16) diamond, discus
Darcy “Mr. Darcy,” “Darce” O’Connell (male, Irish, 21) diamond, cutlass
Elliott Manson (male,
British, 13) diamond, bazooka
Artemis Papathanos
(female, Greek, 19) diamond, bow and arrows
Lolek Sadowski
(male, Polish, 35) parasite, gauntlets
American Branch: (3)
Michel Benoit (male, Canadian, 46)
parasite, hand becomes chainsaw
Hok’ee – Navajo, “abandoned” (male, American
Indian, 38) diamond, spear**
Krista Harris (female,
American, 12) parasite, wings and claws/talons
Asian Branch: (4)
Vikram Maitra (male,
Indian, 24) diamond, prayer beads
Sasaki Emiko (first name) –From
Hokkaido (female, Japanese, 21) diamond, nun chucks & shuriken
Choon-yei Lang (female, Korean, 57) diamond, Dangpa (three-pronged spear)
Bak Chan III (male, Chinese, 22) diamond, Tai
Chi sword
Australian Branch: (1)
Justin Treverton
(male, Australian, 15) parasite, *Koala (named Siegfried)
South American Branch: (2)
Maya Reyes (female, Mexican,
29) diamond, flaming sword (earns her the nickname Gabriel)
Rodrigo Pereira (male,
Brazilian, 42) diamond, guitar (whaps sound waves at the Akuma)
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