A/N: And here's the next chapter! Thank you to all who reviewed last chapter! Though the only person who did review was Kenzie Perth, so thank you Kenzie! Oh and by the way, the hail storm in Moradabad India April 30th 1888 did actually happen, it killed an estimated 240 people from either impact or eventually freezing to death. I originally had some sort of grand master plan to introduce Nalei/Narain, but I eventually killed that plot bunny. Oh, and the reason why Neah was confused about the Sherlock Holmes reference was because the first book Sherlock Holmes was in, A Study in Scarlet, was printed in 1888. In the timeline I'm using, Neah died in 1855. So, yeah… Um, anyway… Enjoy?

Warning!: Bad attempt at British accents!

May 11th, 1889

It's not untypical to meet someone new every day, though normally the people you meet aren't Exorcists.

We continue a little over a year later, on a train heading to London, England.

Allen sighed heavily, looking out the train window. The flat green land, overgrown with some sort of long wispy grass and dotted with a few trees passed by at relatively high speed. It had been a long day. Not only did he have to put up with the fact that his normally constant companion had decided to take a nap (He snored rather loudly), but he also had to put up with his new temporary companion for the rest of the ride (and of course he would NOT SHUT UP).

Allen glared disdainfully at the young man across from him, he had said his name at some point, but it's not like Allen could be bothered to remember such trivial things. For that reason, the annoying creature in front of him would be dubbed as 'Rabbit'.

The Rabbit could not be bothered by his 'New Found Friend's' death glare, and instead continued with his far-fetched and utterly bizarre story as to why he had gotten kicked out of his own compartment and was now bothering the poor fool. He had a shade of vibrant wine red hair held up by a simple black bandana, a fair complexion suggesting he had mixed European roots, and an eye patch covered his right eye.

However, there was two things about the Rabbit that put Allen on edge.

The first being that his one visible green eye, contrary of its owner's bubbly attitude, remained emotionless and calculating.

The second being his clothing, and no that does not mean the ridiculously tight white pants, but the fact that he was sporting a coat with the silver Rose Cross emblazoned on it.

Oh how they, the Black Order, would love to know that at this very moment he had three pieces of their precious Innocence in his pocket right now. Of course the Exorcist sitting right across from him had no idea of that.

"And then Yuu-chan kicked me out. Don't you think that was totally unfair? Hey, are you listening?" The Rabbit leaned forward and prodded him.

This knocked him out of his idleness, "I'm sorry, what?" He asked. Though he didn't really care, it was important to at least maintain some degree of manners. After all the other hadn't done anything stupid, yet.

The Rabbit sighed playfully, "Come on buddy! That's like, the third time you weren't paying attention!" He then gasped comically, "Oh, could it be? Could it be that you don't like me!"

"Yes." He deadpanned.

The Rabbit pouted, "Oh come on, that's just rude..."

"Says the person who barged into my compartment uninvited."

"But we're both redheads! And we both have eye patches! We should stick together!" He cried, waving his hands in a melodramatic way.

Allen scoffed. True, he had used one of Neah's inventions to temporarily turn his normally white hair to an auburn color, but that didn't make him a redhead. He had covered up his gold eye with an eye patch to avoid suspicions of being a Noah. And he had used some sort of powder, also Neah's invention, to disguise his rather prominent scar.

He decided now would be a good time to start ignoring the stupid Rabbit, and pulled out a book from the backpack sitting next to him.

"Hey! Pay attention!"

"Mmm, No…"

Suddenly his book, "A Study in Scarlet", was ripped from his hands. His eyes widened considerably, "Wha…"

"There!" The Rabbit smiled triumphantly holding to book high above his head.

"G-Give it Back!" He shouted angrily.

"N-O-P-E. You got to talk to me first!"

"I said give it back!" He snarled, and reached for his book.

But the grinning redhead just held it higher, barely out of reach of the younger boy. "You'll have to reach harder, beansprout~"

"Beansprout!" And that made Allen snap. He grabbed the bright orange scarf around the rabbit's neck and pulled him down to his eyelevel. "Listen, Rabbit! I've put up with you for the last two hours, and I've been very patient." He seethed, "I think I deserve a little peace, don't you?"

The Rabbit was sweating bullets. The cute, antisocial, kid had just given him an unspoken death threat as sharp as a certain samurai's sword. He gulped and nodded nervously.

A smile spread across the younger boy's face as he took his book back, and he cheerfully hummed as he began to pick up where he left off in the book.

The Rabbit did not utter a single word for the remaining hour of the trip.

London, England

Allen heaved a sigh of relief as he exited the train. As soon as it had come to a stop the Rabbit had quickly exited the compartment, muttering something about bipolar beansprouts. Where he was going, Allen did not know.

What he did know, was that the loud grumbling noise that was being emitted from his stomach meant that he was hungry.

'Neah!'

The mentioned fool was still snoring loudly, unresponsive to his name being called.

'Neah! Wake up!' The younger boy mentally shouted, as loud as his thoughts would let him.

And he still didn't stir.

Allen rolled his eyes, 'I'm gonna go to the nearest whore house and-'

'NO!' The snoring had abruptly stopped.

He stifled a snort, 'Relax. I won't.' Allen worked his way through the crowd gathered around to board the train. Trying to fight his way outside the outside the train station to the streets. 'Now, is there any food on the Ark?'

'Nope, you cleaned out the supplies before you boarded the train. Speaking of which, why don't you just use the Ark to get around? It would be a lot faster.' Neah asked, though he already had an idea of the answer.

'Well for one, it's a manner of principle. I don't exactly get to see other countries as often since I quit the circus. And two, I get the feeling the Earl will eventually find us if we're not careful about how we use the Ark. If not him then one of the other 'Apostles'.' He droned on for a bit.

He exited the station, 'Now are you absolutely positive that there isn't any food? Because I'm out of money, and it's too early in the day for any good gambling.'

'Yep, positive. I wouldn't lie to you.'

Allen let out a dejected sigh, silently moping about starving to death. Until he saw something in the crowd. 'Hey, can the machine that changed my hair change my clothes too?'

Neah was a bit confused by the question. 'Er, technically. It can't be anything to intricate though. Why?'

'Because I'll need a change in appearance if I want this to work.'

Allen smirked and pulled something out of his bag. This was going to be so much fun…

*O*O*

Lenalee Lee was fiddling with her long jet black hair nervously. Though she knew it was rude, she had left the Order for town that day before Komui could launch his annual surprise party for her. Sure, she loved her brother, but he could be so overbearing and extreme at times it was ridiculous.

She weaved her way through the large crowds of people, quietly apologizing whenever she bumped into someone. No one paid much attention to her, so it was like any normal day in the city. Of course, it was her 15th birthday so maybe it was slightly better than normal.

Wandering around with no particular destination in mind, she passed by several shops and restaurants in the business district. She had not planned on anything particular to do, so she just spent her time idly looking at the merchandise displayed in the shop windows.

When she had just about decided that she wanted to go home, something caught her attention.

"We' go' no food fo' stree' rats like you!" She turned her head to the sound of a deep voice yelling. At the door to one of the restaurants, there was a tall, burly man shouting at another person. The man looked to be in his early 40's, his graying dark brown hair was cut close to his scalp, and he wore a greasy apron over his clothes. He was brandishing a metal ladle, threatening to beat the other person.

The other person was a boy, about 13 or 14, was on his knees. He was dressed in a worn, filled with holes, knee length dark brown coat. His porcelain skin was smeared with dirt, and his shaggy auburn hair was greasy and matted, like he hadn't taken a bath in a long time. His mercury eyes were wide and pleading. "Please sir, I 'avn't ea'en in days! Don' you 'ave any scraps you coul' spare?"

The man snarled and raised his ladle to hit the boy, but…

"Stop!" Lenalee shouted, she had rushed over to the two during the scene, stopping the ladle before it could hit the boy.

The large man gave her a funny look, confused by the intervention. "Lis'n girly," His voice had dropped in considerably in volume. "You bes' ge' ou' the way."

Lenalee's jaw was set in a firm line. "I'll pay."

"Eh?"

"I'll pay for his food." She deadpanned.

The boy perked up at this, staring at the girl who had not only stopped the man from beating him with his ladle of pain but also offered him a meal, with wide disbelieving eyes. They grew to the size of saucers when the same girl turned around and offered him her hand. He, though rather uncertainly and shakily, raised his right hand to take hers and stood up.

The man hesitantly lowered his ladled, still looking confused. He shrugged it off and welcomed in the 'Beggar Brat' and the 'Crazy Foreign Lady' into the restaurant.

*O*O*

Lenalee couldn't help but stare. The boy, who she had yet to learn the name up, ate at an inhuman pace. His table manners weren't the best either. Apparently one of his arms was limp(It was covered up with a ragged oven mitt), so instead of using the silverware he was shoving food in his mouth with his right hand(Thank God there wasn't any soup). At least he had the decency to close his mouth while chewing, otherwise she probably would have had to excuse herself to puke.

She sighed. Well, he did say he hadn't eaten in days, that's bound to make anyone act like a ravenous animal at the table. And judging from his attire, and his apparent lack of reading skills(She had to read the menu for him), he didn't have much experience with actual establishments that sold food. She didn't get any food for herself, seeing how Jerry had probably cooked a feast at home anyway, and now she was glad she hadn't.

When the boy had finished eating, she decided to strike up a conversation with him.

"So, I take it you were hungry." She said, slightly bemused.

The boy blushed and looked away in embarrassment, shifting awkwardly in his seat, "Eheh, I guess you can say tha'."

It took a bit to suppress a giggle, his reaction was rather humorous. "So, is there any reason why you're out on the streets? I mean, don't you have relatives? Friends?"

"Ah." He hummed, "No parents, as far as I know I've always been on my own." He paused and thought for a moment. "As for friends, they're a little hard to make on the streets."

Lenalee's face fell, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Was it just her, or was something different about him?

The boy smiled, "Oh don' worry bou' I', Miss, I' ain' your fault." He looked down at the ground again, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Um, Miss?"

Lenalee cocked her head to the side. "Yes?"

He suddenly looked up, locking eyes with her. "Why did you do that?"

She had been caught off guard. "Pardon? Why'd I do what?"

"Stop him, from beating me. Why?" He asked, his mercury eyes were trained on her violet ones.

Now it was her turn to fidget in her seat. Those unnerving eyes bore into her, as if waiting to absorb her answer. Something was definitely different, but what? …The way he talked. His accent was gone! For some reason, knowing this fact made his unnerving silver stare even harder to bare. "Because," she started, still unsure about her words, "it is not right, to just watch a person get beaten. To watch one person willfully hurt another, feels very inhumane."

The boy still stared at her, but less expectantly. His pale lips had fallen into a simple downward curve. Not exactly a frown, more like a calculating expression. His eyelids drooped, giving her a questioning half-lidded gaze. Seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours. She felt her heart beat in her skull, pounding over and over like a war drum. Was it the silence was getting to her, or something else? Maybe his eyes? Now that she thought about it silver wasn't exactly a common color, not that she was one to talk with purple. No, it wasn't his eyes, it was something else. His whole demeanor was just off, unsettling. Like he wasn't exactly human…

Not human… No, it couldn't be! Was he a demon? Her heart rate increased ten-fold, could it tell she was an Exorcist? She hadn't worn her coat though, maybe it could sense her Innocence? Her hands instinctively dropped to her legs, griping the top of the oh-so-special boots that she always wore. If that was the case, then why hadn't it attacked her yets? The Demons weren't supposed to have this much control over their bloodlust, much less be able to orchestrate an elaborate plan like this! Were their more of them in the restaurant? God, was this an ambush!? How many were there! Crap! She was probably surrounded!

"Ah, Miss?" She snapped back to attention as the boy-maybe-Demon broke that oh so uncomfortable silence. "Are you okay? You seem unsettled." The boy's face was one of concern. If he was a demon, he certainly was good at mimicking human emotions.

"Oh, um yes. I'm fine." Her eyes darted to the other people there. About 15, not including herself and the boy. They couldn't all be demons, could they?

The boy nodded at her reply, though he probably didn't believe it. "Anyways, Miss, Thank you so much for doing this."

"Oh, well, it wasn't a problem." She smiled, despite the anxiety she felt. "I'm glad I could help! Is there anything else that you need help with?" Okay Lena, play dumb. Then they might put their guard down…

He shook his head furiously, "Oh no, I couldn't trouble you any more Miss. You've already done so much! It's just I'd like to give you something as thanks."

Here it comes, this is when it would attack… "Oh really, it was no trouble at all. You don't have to!" Keep it up, yep, pretend you don't notice…

The boy nodded, "I insist, it's just something I found lying about." Oh well that's nice to know. "Here, please take it." From his pocket, he had produced a small bundle of cloth about the size of a golf ball, and he placed it on the table in front of her.

Hesitantly, she picked up the mystery item. Yes, despite all of her cautions and mental preparations she still picked it up. Way to go Ms. Lee, that was a really stupid move, you get a cookie.

The boy smiled, "Thank you so much, Miss Exorcist."

Her head shot up, letting out a rather loud gasp, to see that the boy wasn't there anymore. He had honest to goodness had disappeared into thin air, without a sound and without any indication of where he might be. Still, her head whipped back and forth in a desperate attempt to locate the boy who had just been sitting in front of her. She was met by stares from the restaurants other patrons, apparently the gasp she had made was louder than she had thought.

Embarrassed, she quietly apologized and sat down. She hadn't been attacked yet, so maybe this wasn't an ambush? Maybe he wasn't a Demon. But he had called her 'Miss Exorcist', so he obviously knew that she was an accommodator… Maybe he was a Broker? Crap, if that was the case… She would have to tell the people at Head Quarters. They'd have to know everything…

Everything… Her eyes rested upon the cloth bundle. She knew she shouldn't, it could be used as evidence, she really wanted to know what it was. She gulped nervously, was it worth it? It could be lethal… But the curiosity was killing her! Would it be worth it?

She picked up the bundle. It was remarkably light, and felt as though it could just be a piece of cloth just wrapped up several times. She gulped, making her decision. Well, she had paid for his meal, how wrong was it to want to know what was shrouded by a piece of cloth that the boy had left? Carefully she unwrapped the cloth.

What she saw made her eyes bulge out of her head. Two small circular gears floated around a small glowing stone. In her hands, shining in all of its radio-active green glory, was a chunk of pure Innocence. On the inside of the cloth, a message had been written. Kindness may be rewarded. I hope to do business with you again, Miss Exorcist~ sincerely- The Fool. Her hands shook a bit, this would require a lot of explaining to her brother.

A/N: And that took way to long, Ah, Gomenasai, I apologize immensely for my incompetence and inability to update earlier. I have no excuse, just my own lack of ability. Anyway, I somehow doubt any of you read A/N's, so I want to run an experiment. If you read this, please write a review that includes the word Llama. Or just review, PLEASE REVIEW! I'M BEGGING YOU!